The Vicar of St. Dunstan's Ep. 01

It took a while, but I came back to my senses, my dick tender from the extended care, and the ladies gleefully chatted as they dressed and resumed work on their quilt. "Come by anytime, Father," Mary said with a wink. "We'll be here for you."

I went back to the vicarage, and tried to have an ordinary week. That Sunday was Whitsunday and the liturgy and music were perfect; I felt like I was walking on a cloud during the opening procession and hymn. My sermon got a strong positive reaction for the people; the energy in the church was a palpable. It was odd giving Mary, Sheila and Mavis communion as they knelt at the rail with their families; each winked at me and I felt a tingle as I laid the hosts on their tongues. Evensong was wonderful as well, but draining in the heat of a poor church without air conditioning; it would be the last Evensong there until Fall. Afterward, Mary brought my supper by the vicarage. "How's the lad?" she said.

"Tired, Mary, tired. What's for supper?"

"I've got some bubble and squeak with roast beef; cheddar cheese and ginger biscuits for afters."

"Splendid."

"Vicar, my family have all gone home. Would you like to fuck tonight?" I did a double take; her face was aglow with expectation and hope. "We've got to take good care of you, Vicar. Can't let the pressure build up, like it did before." She'd dolled up tonight with fine makeup, grey silk blouse and black slacks. Her earrings were pearl, and one diamond ring glittered on her right index finger.

I tried to pick up my fork and failed, lost in the causal invitation to intercourse. Smiling broadly, she picked the plate up again. "Maybe I should put this lot in the oven and we'll have the sex first. Do you like fucking doggy style?" After putting the plate in the warm oven, she unbuttoned her blouse and I saw she was wearing nothing underneath it. "You can't serve the Lord well if you're all frustrated and bottled up, Father. It's been ages since I've had a good, hard shagging, so you'll be doing both of us a favor. G'wan with ya." I stood uneasily.

She came over and put her arm around me. My snake was starting to rouse itself and bulge the front of my pants. Rubbing it through my pants, she reached over with her free hand and undid my collar. "Off duty tonight, Father. I'll undress you, suck your cock for a while, then you can bend me over and pound me as hard as you like with the wonderful, huge tool. I'm just swampy looking forward to it. You're such a wonderful Vicar, Father Alfred, everybody loves you, and we want you to stay happy with us. G'wan, G'wan, G'wan, G'wan. It'll be a blessing."

We got to my bedroom and my clothes came off. After putting Elgar on the stereo, she knelt before me and licked my cock to full extension before we got up and I bent her over the bed to thrust her quim from behind. It was the perfect elevation and we pounded like mad rabbits for fifteen minutes before she came, and another five before she came again. Her cunt was so tight and so wet, I thought I'd found Nirvana. She laid me down on the bed, and stroked me until my juices flowed at last, then she licked and sucked up every drop. "You're spunk is so good, Vicar. I love its taste and its feel in my mouth. I'd blow you every day of the week if you wanted me to. Do you want me to blow you every day of the week, Vicar?"

I leaned back on my pillow, savored the Elgar, and remembered that Mary's bubble and squeak were waiting for me in the oven. "I'll let you know, soon. Thanks, Mary," and I kissed her forehead. She beamed at me, and rested with her face in my crotch, trailing lazy circles on my stomach.