The Reverend, the Heifer and her Bull

Note: All characters are 18 years of age or older

Titchester Chronicles: Cuckold Tales

It was a bright sunny morning in Titchester. The birds were chirping, flowers were blooming, and the radio was playing 'Sounds of the Seventies' at No. 17, Lychfield Close, its occupants humming with industry and endeavour.

"Have you got the fancies and nibbles on the table, Mary?"

Mary Quinn bustled into the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. "Yes I have Jane, now stop fussing."

Jane Parish eyed her friend with a touch of asperity. "I'm not fussing Mary, it's an important event today. My pregnant granddaughter is about to be pledged, and I just want everything to be right for her."

Smiling, Mary hugged Jane. They had been friends since their twenties and nearly forty years on they bickered at each other like an old married couple.

"Why don't you get changed," Mary said to her, "I'll finish up here. You'll feel better once you are in your pledge outfit."

"Thanks, Mary, I guess I do fuss a bit." Jane brightened at the thought of getting into her new outfit. It should show off her trim figure and legs a treat she thought. Even at 61, she felt she could turn the odd head, and Mary definitely could with her more matronly and statuesque figure.

A voice called out from the living room. "When are the boys here again?"

"About 11:30 dear, Roland and David," Jane answered her daughter on her way to get changed.

June's eyes lit up. She was petite like her mother, with auburn hair where Jane was blondish silver. June was wearing a tight cream sweater top, light tan pencil skirt and 3-inch heels. "Hubby will be disappointed he missed them."

"Business still keeping him away? Still, he needs to keep you in the lifestyle you deserve, that is his job."

June smiled. "It's his only job."

The doorbell rang. "Oh, that will be Lucy," said Jane.

"I'll get it, mother," said June. "You go and get changed."

"Thank you, dear," Jane hurried upstairs.

Opening the door, June was assailed with "Auntie June" by two teenage girls. A stooping man in his early forties with thinning hair and a worn pallor tried to usher them through, a blonde woman with a dissatisfied expression brought up the rear.

"Roger will be taking the girls home in a few minutes. They just wanted to say hi to the new pledge and mum to be. Is Juliet here yet?"

"Not yet"

"Oh, mum," the two girls said in unison. Linda pouted with natural ease. She was darker than Maggie, her twin.

"Well, it can't be helped. Now go with your father."

"Is Daddy not invited?" asked Linda.

"No, darling. It's for real men," her mother said acidly. The girls giggled and Maggie, who had the most divine caramel complexion, smirked at her pale father.

Roger flushed and kissed his wife on the cheek. "Have a lovely time, dear."

"I will," Lucy replied. "Now behave yourself and no teasing your father," but her affectionate tone belied her words.

"Yes, mum," they chorused and trooped back to the car, their father in tow.

Closing the door June looked at Lucy who exclaimed: "I would kill for some wine, and tell me we have some black boys!" Her eyes were hungry.

"Roland I believe."

"Oh, thank god, it's been ages!"

June looked at her close friend, her tone serious. "Now this is Juliet's day so don't go all diva tramp on us."

"I won't, but I do so need me some black cock," Lucy stopped abruptly as she entered the living room and saw Mary standing there, a glass of wine in hand.

"Language, dear," said Mary. She kissed her niece on the cheek and handed her the wine.

"Sorry, Aunt Mary. Where is Jane?" said Lucy.

"Upstairs getting changed."

Jane at that moment was securing her corset. She tapped her flat tummy proudly. "Not bad for an old gal," she said. Sitting in the edge of her bed she pulled on her stockings, secured them to her suspender belt and slipped on some modest heels. No panties. Jane couldn't remember the last time she wore panties.

A bump came from the other bedroom and Jane picked up the little red number she had purchased for the occasion and walked through.

"Morning Raul," said Jane brightly to the young Latin man lying on the bed. Bill, a stocky man and Jane's husband for 37 of his 62 years, was on his knees sucking the young man's handsome cock.

"Mrs Parish," he smiled back showing lovely white teeth. "You like my tux?" He pointed to the outfit hanging from the wardrobe door.

"Very nice dear. Now, remember you don't come down until 11:30. That's when the boys arrive. Only Juliet's husband Daniel is allowed downstairs before then. Have you decided on Bill's frock?"

"A floral, flouncy number. Very pretty," Raul slapped the older man on the head who hadn't missed a beat when his wife walked in. "You're very excited, aren't you Betty?" Betty/Bill looked up and smiled at the young man. "Yes sweetie," he replied.

"We're all excited," said Jane "A big day for the family. Juliet pregnant and pledging to the sire," a note of familial pride crept into her voice. "I may even torture your balls later. Just like the old days," she added to Betty/Bill fondly.

His mouth was again full of Raul's large cock, but his eyes flashed thanks at his wife.

It's going to be a wonderful day, thought Jane happily. She closed the bedroom door and went downstairs.

The guest of honour arrived at 11:15 am. Juliet glowed in her pledging outfit of a short white skirt, white stockings and elegant white heels, a white halter top proudly displayed her heavily pregnant belly. Her outfit was finished off by a small veiled hat with a purple splash atop her straight black hair which, along with her dark skin, highlighted her Sri-Lankan heritage.

Daniel was hopping round her in his simple two-piece suit, anxiously carrying a small bouquet. Juliet ignored him and embraced her mother and grandmother. "Nana you look wonderful!" Juliet exclaimed. "That red dress suits you."

"Thank you, dear," beamed Jane hugging her granddaughter tightly "I'm so proud of you," she whispered. "Thank you, Nana," Juliet whispered back gratefully.

The two women clung to each other before breaking.

"Look at me being a silly old woman," said Jane wiping a tear.

Juliet was also emotional. "You're not old, Nana, you look hot, doesn't she mum?"

"You look stunning, mum," agreed June. "Putting me in the shade."

"Now stop it, you two," but Jane was pleased. She was feeling good about herself.

They chatted for a few minutes, ignoring Daniel who hovered around them. There was a hubbub in the hallway, then Lucy, shouted: "The boys are here," as Roland and David walked in.

"Michael is just coming," David said to Juliet as Lucy accosted them before slipping her arm through Roland's and then steering him away with a guilty backward look at June.

Mary shook her head and leaned into Jane and June. "I'll keep an eye on her," she said.

"Don't worry dear. She has needs as do we all," said Jane. She was in too good a mood to be concerned, but June nodded agreement to Mary.

Juliet grabbed her mum's arm as Michael walked in. Like David and Roland, he had a big solid build but whereas David was sandy blonde and hirsute Michael was all cropped dark hair and smooth tan.

"Oh, mum!" Juliet murmured, transfixed by Michael, the sire of her unborn child. "He is so gorgeous!"

"Well, go to him, dear," her mother said gently, and then sharply: "Not you, faggot!" June grabbed Daniel's arm as he made to follow his wife.

Juliet went over to Michael, who smiled in warm appreciation.

"Darling," he murmured, taking Juliet in his arms and kissing her tenderly.

"Oh, Michael, I love you so much," she breathed, kissing him back with increasing urgency as her need and desire for him asserted itself.

David had gathered Jane and Mary in his big arms and was hugging and kissing them both. "Don't you just love to see a couple about to be pledged?" He said in his soft burr.

Both older women hung onto his arms, enjoying the comfort and security of them. Mary was quiet, absently playing with her half-crescent nose ring as she watched the couple. Jane was tearful.

"Oh, dear," said Jane, "I'm off again. Let me get you boys, a drink." Jane took David's request while Juliet turned to her husband. "Fetch Michael a glass of wine," she ordered.

"Yes, dear!" Daniel rushed to do so.

"You can have me with some beers later," joked Juliet to Michael.

"I will be having you for the next five years," he grinned.

"Oh, god, yes!" Juliet kissed him hard.

"Your drink, Sir," said a returning Daniel.

"Just wait there, cuck," said Mary. "Your wife is with her man. Leave them be until they are ready."

Pink faced, Daniel, nodded, watching mutely as his pregnant wife made tiny mewling noises in a passionate embrace with their alpha.

The Ceremony

They were gathered in a small marquee in the garden. Officiating was the Reverend Harriet 'Harry' Mead, sister to local dignitary Selwyn Mead. Harriet was a stout no-nonsense woman of 40. Square faced with cropped hair she was a notorious lesbian, with a penchant for delicate feminine girls.

Juliet made her way on her mother's arm to where Reverend Mead was standing with Michael. June gave her daughter's hand a reassuring squeeze and then stepped back as Juliet took her place next to Michael.

With a small cough, the Reverend Mead began. "Dearly beloved. We are here today by the authority invested in me under Titchester by-law 1702, all bless the by-law," the audience murmured their blessing, "to pussy pledge this heifer, Juliet Parish, to this bull, Michael Dean, for three years with an option of a further two years if so agreed."

Reverend Mead paused and turned to Michael "Do you, Michael Dean agree to take this heifer, Juliet Parish to cover, to inseminate and to breed from this day forth until the end of this contract?"

"I do."

"And do you undertake to tend and care for this heifer's sexual needs per your status as her Bull and in return accept the pledge of her pussy and her body to use and control as you deem fit?"

"I do."

"Finally please state the name of your herd and the number of heifers and cows to date."

"Dean's Milkers. 3 heifers and 4 cows. 1 cow is with child and it will be her second."

"Thank you, Michael," the Reverend glanced at the pregnant pledge "Fertility is not an issue then," she said drily. The audience tittered.

"You have the ring?" She continued.

David stepped forward. " I have it, Reverend."

Reverend Mead nodded and turned to Juliet.

"Do you, Juliet Parish, agree to be covered, to be inseminated and to be bred by this bull, Michael Dean from this day forth until the end of this contract?"

"I do."

Jane dabbed her eyes with a tissue and Mary put her arm around her friend.

"And do you agree to join this Bull's herd, 'Dean's Milkers', and to pledge your pussy and your body to your Bull for him to do with and use as he sees fit, subject to his commitment to your care and happiness and needs?"

"I do."

"Can I have the ring?"

David stepped forward and handed the ring to the Reverend.

"Michael, please take this ring and lay claim to your heifer."

Michael picked up the ring and turned to Juliet. He whispered: "You okay babe?" She nodded, eyes shining.

Michael reached up and secured her nose ring. It was made of twisted gold, just under an inch in diameter with an embossed '8'.

The audience burst into spontaneous applause which Reverend Mead quietened.

"With this ring, you will officially be a member of the aforementioned herd, 'Dean's Milkers', for the duration of this contract and will be known as heifer No. 8. Your husband will be known as Danielle and will also take your Bull's last name. Do you all agree?"

"I do," said Juliet, Michael and Daniel(le) together.

"Then by the powers vested in me under Titchester by-law 1702, I now pronounce you Bull and heifer," Harriet turned to Juliet and smiled. "You may now fellate your Bull."

Happily, Juliet hugged Michael and dropped to her knees. "Take our Bull's cock out, Danielle," she ordered her husband.

Nervously Danielle did so receiving a slap round the head from his new pledge Master. "Be quicker next time," said Michael curtly. Danielle stammered his apologies his eyes transfixed by the size of the cock that he had released from Michael's trousers.

Juliet's mother and grandmother smiled proudly as the new heifer gazed with reverence at the huge cock before her. Michael's member was familiar enough, but its weight and magnificent beauty never ceased to be a source of wonder to Juliet. With a contented smile, she took his girth into her mouth, the cheers from the congregation ringing in her ears.

As they watched Juliet filling her mouth with her Bull's cock, her tiny throat bulging as she accommodated him, June said: "She is one lucky girl!"

Jane nodded absently, imagining what it would be like to have that Bull with his size and girth inside her. Jane's body ached with longing. A thick arm circled her from behind. It was David's.

"As mother and grandmother to the new heifer would you ladies care to feast on some fine country sausage?"

Both women laughed. "If feasting also involves fucking then by all means!" June replied.

"I think we can safely say it involves fucking," grinned Dave and with that, he led mother and daughter back to the house accompanied by the sound of birdsong filling the garden and a strangled, "oh, thank fuck," from the bushes.

Jane turned and saw Lucy straddling Roland, her pussy cream streaking his black cock which seemed to glow in the iridescent sunlight, lending a surreal enchantment to this graphic scene.

Smiling, Jane hugged David tightly. Oh, to be in Titchester now that pledge season is here she thought happily.