A Vicar's Visit

"Good day to you Vicar,
And how are you?
How's your good wife?
And your children? Well too?

So pleasant to see you
May I take your hat?
Oh dear, what a wet coat
Shall I also take that?

They're hung in the hallway.
Shall we sit by the fire?
So I shan't forget later,
My donation for the church spire.

I've made all your favourites:
Cucumber and cheese,
Tea, not much milk
I'll put the tray on your knees.

Ah, there's nothing like tea
On a wet winter's day.
Finished, dear Vicar?
I'll take the plates out of your way.

How's my pussy, you ask?
Well, her eyes are still puffy.
Oh silly me, I thought at first
You meant my little Fluffy!

In a way you did, you say!
Oh Vicar, you are so funny!
Haha, I thought you meant the cat
When you were referring to my cunny!

But what's that I see in your trousers?
Is it a little bulge?
Perhaps it's time to go upstairs
And, shall we say, indulge?

Yes, you're quite right Vicar
Firstly we should pray.
Let us humbly thank the Lord
For what we shall receive this day.

I'll follow you up then, Vicar
Just move to let you pass.
Oh that was nice, Vicar.
I like it when you grab my arse.

Here's the bedroom, Vicar.
I'll help you with your socks
There, I've taken my knickers off.
Do you like my collection box?

Remove that clerical clothing.
My God, what a monster cock!
Yes, we have got plenty of time,
He's not home 'til six o'clock.

Your balls are like swollen mitres.
You really do look keen.
I've not seen a larger erection
Since the last time I fucked the Dean!

Missionary position, Vicar?
Or you under, and me on top?
I usually sit on his organ
When I service the old bishop.

Yes, ease it into me slowly
My God, it's so thick and wide
Go on, push even further,
Get that member of the Church deep inside.

Mmm, now you're becoming more urgent.
I feel it with every thrust.
Don't worry about getting me pregnant
For in God and you, Vicar, I trust.

Oh, I can feel that you're coming.
Ah yes, those heavenly sprays!
What a truly glorious sensation
Even better than Songs of Praise!

May I just climb off you, Vicar
And quickly finish myself off?
Lo! Holy water drips from my hole
To baptise you, a man of the cloth!

Heavenly sensations in my loins
And you again at attention!
What Good News that is for the two of us!
Praise the Lord for your second Ascension!

So, do tell me Vicar
As I caress your boner,
Will your reading on Sunday
Be from the Book of Jonah?

And shall I wrap my breasts
Around that godly knob?
I see, the reading on Sunday
Will be from the Book of Job.

Nearly finished, Vicar?
Where would you like to come?
On my face or on my breasts,
Or even up my bum?

What filthy language you use, Vicar,
As you spout all over my face!
Not the kind of words, I'm sure
You'd employ while saying grace!

I can taste your Second Coming now,
The holy manna which drips
From my cheeks, off my nose
And down on to my lips.

Oh dear, Vicar, the time has flown
We really should get dressed.
I'll shower later and for now
Wipe my face where you've messed.

It was the most heavenly Communion,
But you must go back to your wife,
What a truly Christian woman she is
To share her husband's staff of life.

Thank you for coming, Vicar.
Here are your coat and hat.
Same time again next Wednesday?
I'll look forward to that.

God be with you, Vicar.
I'll see you next week, then.
Be careful on those roads!
What a nice Vicar. Aah, men!"