Village Wedding by  (c)Joyce Hamilton FF MM MF Mf Mm nc Fdom


Commodore C Palmer and Miss C J P Rice.
The engagement is announced between Duncan Palmer, son of Mr and Mrs 
Alisdair Palmer of Hurstingham Sussex, and Christine Jemima Penny, 
daughter of Col and Mrs Montague Rice of Hurstingham Sussex.

The day arrived, and it was flaming June. The village was a mass of flowers 
and eveyone was in holiday mood for the long awaited marriage of two very 
nice young people, universally liked. In the Rice household, The Old Vicarage, 
the bustle and activity was total. Upstairs Penny was dressing, helped by her 
Matron of Honour, her old schoolfriend, Madeline.

'Now, let's have you, Penny. Your hair and make-up are perfect. Now let's 
dress you. Off with those togs.'Penny pulled the light, cotton dress over her 
head and threw it to the floor. She picked up the floating lace of her bridal veil, 
and slipped it over her shoulders. She pulled up her bridal panties , in white 
satin and lace, and her suspender belt was blue, (something borrowed 
something blue). Her stockings were, of course, white. Her breasts were naked 
beneath the transparant veil. Maddy whistled, a long, admiring wolf-whistle. 'I 
hope Duncan appreciates what he's getting: they really are lovely, Panny.' 
Maddy put her arms round her friend and kissed her, lightly pressing her left 
breast with an eager little hand. The other felt the rounded but slim bottom.

'So you tell me, and have been telling me for four years...since we were 
fifteen.'

'Do you remember our first time, when I whispered to you in the dorm?' 
Maddy increased the pressure on her breast, and her other hand slipped into 
the top of  the satin briefs to caress the firm, naked bottom beneath.

'You're wicked, Maddy. Today's not the day for me to get randy over you.'

'But you are getting randy, aren't you, Penny?  Your cunny is getting hot and 
wet for your Maddy isn't it? ' And her hand slipped down the front of the 
panties, feeling the moist slit and the hot, hard clitoris. Her mouth reached 
down and took the tip of a  firm, round bosom between the lips, biting gently 
on the nipple. Maddy felt her own nipples hardening, and her cunt lips swell as 
her clit hardened and she too became moist. She wanted this girl! Now!

'Oh, please, Maddy. Don't get me going again. We haven't got time today.'

'Yes we have, darling. In this mood you'll only take a minute, and I'm on the 
point of coming just looking at you. Come on. One more before you're wed. 
Kiss me, Penny. There. That's good isn't it. Now feel my bottom, feel how 
firm and round it is. And my cunt's as hot and wet as yours, just longing for 
your mouth.'

They lay on the couch. Usually the more aggressive Maddy would have been 
on top of the more feminine blonde. So as not to destroy her hair-do, Penny 
was on top today. Maddy had not removed her dress, but she slipped off her 
panties, and the two girls sucked each other in the traditional way. Maddy 
playfully  tapped rather than spanked the round, white, plump arse of the bride. 
Penny loved the leaner, more athletic body of her lesbian lover. They had been 
sucking each other off  for years now, and each knew exactly what turned the 
other on. Pneny was licking long and slow, up and down, the whole length of 
the slit, and completely predictably. Maddy was sucking harder and really 
concentrating on the clit. Both were fondling the bottom cheeks and thighs so 
readily at hand in the classic lesbian position. Maddy was right. In a moment 
or two the bride had her first orgasm of the day, satisfying and calming rather 
than overwhelming. She climaxed silently, But Maddy enjoyed the flush of her 
face, the grimace of lust, the urgent thrusting of her round, feminine thighs, the 
clenching and unclenching of her arse under her lover's hands. This quiet 
passion was enough to bring Maddy off , too. As usual she started to squeal, 
but Penny was accustomed to this small problem of discretion and stuck 
Maddy's scrunched up panties into her mouth to stifle it, while still sucking at 
the demanding clit, a clit that dragged up and down her face.

'Now I'll have to do my make-up again, you demon lover! But thanks. That 
was lovely. I feel so much more relaxed now. I needed that.'

'Promise me, when you're married we'll still make love like just now. I like 
sex with men, but you're special.'

'And you're special to me. I know you'd never let me down. And you are so 
good in bed! Of course we will. As often as you want. I haven't worked out yet 
what Duncan thinks about swinging, but we'll have to consider some jolly 
little threesomes to liven things up. Now , help me with this dress.'
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 There was a similar scene across the village green in the Palmer residence, 
The Old Hall. Here there was, of course, no reception, but the Groom was 
donning his flashy military dress uniform. Duncan had been Aloysius Corner's 
fag at school, and now Aloysius was his best man. Taking his duties seriously, 
Aloysius was brushing the already immaculate dress trousers, making sure the 
fit was perfect. As he did this, Duncan remembered those happy days when the 
older boy had professed his undying love for the pretty, golden-curled boy who 
had been given to him by the School's benevolent system. How Al had 
enjoyed sucking him, and how they enjoyed innocently bum-fucking each 
other in the study, in front of the roaring coal fire, using the warm butter from 
the muffins. They were insatiable in those days, and could come and come 
again all afternoon. And the innocent lust at the 'cunt books'they used to 
stimulate themselves. Ah! To be thirteen and fifteen again!

As he remembered all this, and Aloysius' hands ran up and down his legs, his 
prick stiffened. Seeing this, Aloysius unbuttoned his fly and took out the hard 
cock, placing his lips around it. He undid his own belt, and allowed his 
trousers to fall to his knees as he knelt in front of this lad he worshipped. 'No, 
Al. Not on the wedding day! I've got to be on form.'

Aloysius worked even harder on the cock, feeling it twitch with pleasure in his 
warm mouth, despite its owner's protests. He took it out and wanked it, his 
hand slipping up and down in the saliva. 'You randy young bugger! You can 
do it over and over again, and you know it. And with a piece like Penny, you'll 
have no problem. I reckon you'll want more than she will! Probably best to 
take the edge off it in any case. You might come in your pants just feeling 
those proud tits and pert round arse. Your best man would be failing in his 
duty if he didn't have you fuck him before, just to calm you down.'

Aloysius knelt down and spread his arse. Duncan seeing that arsehole he'd so 
often perforated over the years couldn't resist it. He knelt behind, a bit of spit, 
and in he went! Reaching underneath, he fondled the balls and hard cock. The 
familiarity of it all was satisfying, and tranquilising on the fraught day. He 
fucked for his own satisfaction rather than his partner's, and within moments 
had come, quietly, in his friend's arse.

'Thanks, Al. I needed that. and you're right, it's what I needed to slow me 
down.'

'I loved it, Duncan. I'll never get enough of your spunk spurting up my 
rectum. Promise me once you're married we'll still have fun. I enjoy women, 
like you do, but I lust after your cock and arse.'

'Of course! We haven't time now, but before I go back to sea we'll have a 
long session, and this time you'll shag me. I don't know yet what Penny thinks 
about swinging, but we'll have to consider some jolly threesomes to liven 
things up. Now help me with this bloody sword!'

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The service was long, and boring, except for those (male and female) who 
were lusting after the bride or (female or male) after the groom. In some of the 
crowded pews, old friends were playing footsie, taking the chance of fondling 
thighs with gloved or ungloved hands, and generally promising delights to 
follow. Apart from these ne'er-do-wells, probably a sizeable majority of the 
congregation, the rest dozed, daydreamed, and waited for the booze and fun to 
start.

The reception was at The Old Vicarage. The drink flowed well, and as in most 
village weddings everyone was tipsy, though no-one obviously drunk....yet.

Maddy noticed the groom, noble in his uniform, slip upstairs. She guessed no-
one else saw him, and followed him up.

In his new bride's room, he was removing his dress sword when Maddy 
walked in.

'Now, Maddy. You be good. Remember this is my wedding day....' He backed 
away as Maddy approached, her eyes gleaming. He reached the bed, and could 
go no further. He sat on the edge of it, still protesting.

'Let me help with that,' she said, and unclipped the sword from his belt. 
Immediately she unbuttoned his trousers, released the half-erect cock and 
placed her mouth around it.

'No,Maddy. Not today. Really, Maddy, it's not good enough. Maddy, 
please.....' But now he was hard and his cause was lost. The cock still in her 
mouth, and her tongue working round the shaft, concentrating on the front 
where it seemed to be most sensitive, she undid his belt and pulled his trousers 
down to his knees. Her arms were around him, pressing his small, hard 
bottom. She thought to herself, how she liked tiny bottoms on men, hard, tight, 
with strong muscles. Athletic young men in military uniform....God, she was 
excited! Her cunt went wetter still, and she removed one hand to rub it, She'd 
left her panties in Penny's bedroom.

Duncan held her head, allowing his fingers to run through her fine hair as he 
braced it against the movement of his cock. Maddy was now motionless as the 
sturdy hips shagged her mouth, the knob beating against her palate with each 
push. For the second time today, Duncan was taking his pleasure without a 
thought for that of his partner, and for the second time his partner was happy 
to allow this blonde god to have his selfish lust satisfied on her body. Maddy 
reached round him and tickled his arsehole with one hand and his heavy 
bollocks with the other. She felt him tense, and that was her only warning of 
his climax. Suddenly her mouth was full of his glutinous spunk, spurting, 
spurting, spurting from his cock. She swallowed it all.

Standing for a moment she slipped her dress off. She was, as we know, naked 
except for suspender belt and stockings. She pushed Duncan down onto the 
bed and undid his jacket and shirt. Pulling off his shoes and tearing down his 
trousers, she rubbed her naked tits against his broad chest, revelling in the feel 
of the mat of hair against her own smooth, tanned skin. Duncan could feel the 
hard nipples as they dragged , like points of fire, across his body. Maddy 
removed the rest of his clothes, and hugged him, bare flesh on bare flesh.

She felt his penis rising against her belly, and whispered to him, 'Fuck my tits, 
Duncan, like we used to years ago. Do you remember the first time, when you 
undressed me in the barn and came off between my tits? Let's do it that way 
for old time's sake.' His prick was now really hard and she took his hand and 
placed it on her firm, conical breast. It was too much for Duncan's, admittedly 
limited, control, and, good resolutions forgotten, he arranged himself so his 
cock was in her cleavage, her head pressed into his belly. The firm flesh 
seemed to grip him as he moved up and down, fucking her tits. He recalled 
that first time, when he first knew her body. God, she'd been a randy little girl, 
and still is, he thought. And he hadn't been the first...probably the vicar! Her 
finger was lightly stimulating her cunt and clit as he fucked her. The thoughts 
of his youth provoked the crisis and his come spurted. He raised himself, and 
guided the second, third and fourth splashes onto Maddy's face, as he knew 
she loved. It excited him to see her open her mouth to catch the white liquid, 
and finally to suck the last drops straight from the knob and shaft itself. Her 
tongue curled up and removed a drop from her upper lip and she wiped others 
with her finger, sucking it clean. 'I love that, Duncan! I want every drop!'

As he still knelt over her she again took his knob in her mouth and started to 
lick the shaft of the now half-erect cock. She wandered her hands over his 
hips, waist and bottom, massaging and titillating. She whipered to flatter him 
'You're wonderful. The best. I want to feel you come in my cunt. My tight 
little cunt is hot for this massive tool....'

Duncan had by now forgotten everything except this truly lovely body in his 
arms, and the girl's sexy spirit. His cock had risen again and as he lay back 
Maddy straddled him. He felt the warm, wet glove of her vagina as she 
lowered herself onto his cock, sinking further and further till her cunt hair 
intermingled with his and her full weight rested on his hard belly. Duncan 
reached up with both hands and grasped her tits, still sticky with come, and 
rolled them under his palms. 'Jesus. You're lovely Maddy. No one has tits as 
firm and sharp as yours.' She took her weight on her legs and lifted her cunt up 
the length of the cock before dropping again.

Reaching round the woman as she shagged him he placed one hand on each 
arse cheek and helped her to shag him by lifting her up and then letting her fall 
back. For Maddy the friction on her clit as it crashed into him was intense and 
she ground harder and harder into his lean belly, feeling her own juices 
running over her thighs and down to his balls. One hand was underneath the 
Groom fondling his balls. She felt the hands on her bottom spread her 
arsecheeks, exposing her anus, and a probing finger gently tap at the rim and 
then, lubricated by her juices, gently enter her. The other hand continued to 
fondle her arse and lift her on her up-stroke.

She abandoned his balls, and fingered her own clit. The stimulus of the cock, 
his sodomitic finger, and her own masturbation started her climax. She 
squealed, alarming Duncan who put his hand over her mouth to stifle it, still 
shagging her arse with  the other. As she came, he felt her cunt grip his cock, 
and her arsehole his probing finger. His own orgasm was winding up to a 
crescendo, and then it came, splashing come into her cunt, mixing with her 
liquids to run down onto him.

Maddy knew her Duncan in this mood  'Quick. Up my arse before it goes 
soft!' For the second time that day Duncan's prick penetrated an arse, though 
this time the rounded contours of a feminine, albeit firm, hard muscled, toned 
by her horse-riding. Roughly he pulled the knob out, turning her over with the 
same motion. She knelt to receive him. He gripped her hips, allowing his 
fingers to slide over the satin of her suspender belt, and forced the cock in, 
where until a second ago his finger had been working in and out, round and 
round. Maddy sighed. 'God . I love it in the bum. Don't stop. Do it harder.'

Duncan slipped his hand inside the suspender belt where it stretched tight over 
her hips, and then the other side too. As he shagged her willing bottom, he 
removed one hand from feeling her silks and spanked her bottom cheeks, 
though lightly and playfully. She reacted by squealing and imploring him to 
spank her harder, brutally. Her buttocks crashed back into his thighs as her 
passion rose. He reached under her and grabbed a swinging tit, squeezing it 
hard as he spanked harder, his palm clapping on the plump, firm, white flesh. 
Then from the tit down to her clit, which he pinched and tweaked in time with 
her movements against him, and his spanking of her bottom.

She squealed as her orgasm mounted, and neither of them saw the door open 
and then partly close. But more of that later!

This time it was Duncan who came first. A lover of arses since his schooldays, 
whether male or female, to shag a tight bottom was the summit of his sexual 
ambition. And when it was the round, lean arse of an athletic young girl, so 
much the better. The coming was almost painful this time, as the last drops of 
come were squeezed from his over-stimulated balls. But the ecstacy was 
immense, and his panting, oaths, curses, together with the force with which his 
spasms were translated into thrusts,brought a screaming Maddy off. The door 
behind them closed!

They lay on the bed, panting. Maddy held his soft prick while he fondled a tit, 
absent mindedly. She whispered as she stroked his cock, 'I loved that Duncan! 
I loved it when you spanked me and tweaked my tender tits! Would you like 
me to be your sex-slave? Would you like to dress me in a black basque, black 
stockings and high heels, and fix a collar and chain round my neck? I'd like 
that. I'd love to be your sex object to do as you please with....' As she 
whispered, Maddy felt his cock rising again under the power of this fantasy. 
She was wanking it now.

'I'd like you to handcuff my hands, and tie me to the bedhead. To open my 
legs and tie them spreadeagled to the ends of the bed, and then to take your 
belt and whip my tits, lash my belly and thighs. Turn me over and whip my 
bottom with a hunting crop till the pain and pleasure are so mixed that I come. 
Then tie my hands behind my back and bugger me, while you whip me with 
the hunting crop.' Her wanking hands went faster. 'I'd like to be tied up and 
blindfolded, and given to your rugger friends to use and abuse, while you suck 
and fuck them....'

That did it! Duncan groaned as he came. But this time there were no great 
splashes of jism. There was little spunk to pour into Maddy's hand. It was arid 
now. Dry. Every drop of spunk had been used. And he wanted to sleep!

Maddy thought to herself, 'Well I enjoyed that. Which is more than Penny is 
going to say tonight. I fear Penny will be disappointed by this handsome 
warrior. All mouth and no trousers! No danger of her being so besotted she 
forgets her faithful Madeline!'

'I loved that, Duncan. You really are on form today. Never known you randier. 
But I'm afraid I've got to get back to my duties. I'm supposed to be looking 
after your Penny!' She slipped her dress back on, touched up her make-up and 
flounced out.

Leaving Duncan sprawled half-on half-off the bed, his soft cock now 
shrivelled and limp, his bollocks drained of every drop of spunk, his vigorous 
frame completely knackered. 'Shagged!' he thought in horror now. 'Shagged! 
I'm completely shagged. He counted up...in her mouth, over her tits, her cunt, 
her arsehole, and finally wanked. That's four...shit...no...five times! Oh God! 
And Aloysius' arse too. That's six. What can I tell Penny tonight. I'm sure I 
won't be able to get it up.' He lay there nearly weeping at his folly.

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The door had been opened by Penny's mother, Molly Rice. What she saw 
horrified her but she was careful not to cause a scandal today of all days. She 
half closed the door and watched.....she could not tear her eyes away, and 
suddenly felt her cunt moistening. She sisghed. Behind her Alisdair Palmer , 
who had just been to the loo, escaping the queue for the downstairs one. Molly 
was suddenly aware of him looking over her shoulder.

'Sh!' he whispered. 'Looks as if my son is being a bit naughty, getting one in 
first as it were.'

'My poor , dear Penny, Betrayed on her wedding day!'

'May not be as bad as it looks. Perhaps he's just saying a final goodbye to an 
old flame. You know what kids are like nowadays.' Still whispering.

'But look. He's up her bottom! He's doing her in the bottom!'

'Yes, I'd noticed, ' said Alisdair, pressing closer to see.

Molly felt the weight against her back as they peeped. More than that, , she felt 
the impression of his cock between her arse cheeks, through the thin silk of her 
dress. 'I couldn't do it that way,' murmured the matron. But she could feel her 
bosom swelling and her cunt must be dripping, she thought.

'With a beautiful woman like you, Molly, the man would be a fool who 
refused your cunt, preferring your arsehole, ' whispered the slightly tipsy 
Alisdair pressing his cock even harder between her  plump cheeks and moving 
it up and down a bit. He put his arms round his neighbour, who leaned back 
against him. He fondled her breasts while kissing her neck. He opened her 
dress, tearing at catches and buttons, and could feel her resiprocate as she 
ground her bottom into his thighs. They watched as the young couple came, 
and then silently closed the door. 

'Let's take a leaf from their book, ' he said. He felt her legs squirming together 
and did not need a spoken response to know she wanted him too.

Molly hesitated....she shouldn't....but she wanted it so much! 'Let's. I've 
wanted you since we were kids, Alisdair, and never dared do anything about it. 
Here. In here! Lock the door!'

Molly felt her heart race and her breath became short as she tore off her 
clothes in desperate haste. Alisdair had his trousers down, and his jacket and 
shirt off, and was hopping about trying to get his trousers over his shoes while 
watching the delightful Molly stripping. Finally he stood there in boxer shorts 
and nothing else, his cock making a tent in the cloth. She looked at him....a 
fine figure of a man she thought, and that bulge promised an interesting few 
minutes! As she took off her suspender belt and stockings he watched her large 
round bottom, stretching acres of black nylon panty; her tits strained against 
the thin black lace of her bra. Her tummy was lovely, he thought, soft and 
rounded.

She tore of her bra and panties and lay on the bed, on her side, holding her 
cunt lips open. He pulled down his shorts and threw them away. As he 
advanced on the bed, his cock waving with every step, she rolled over on her 
back, her legs open, her cunt gaping and wet with the lust that had been 
building since the happy accident of opening a bedroom door. Kneeling 
between her legs, his cock rampant, he applied his mouth to the offered cunt.

'Not now! Not now, Alisdair! Another time yes. My cunt has been waiting for 
you for twenty years, and it's just aching for it. Just shag me. Plain and simple. 
Fuck the living daylights out of me!'

He lay on top of her and slipped his prick into the wide, hot, wet, welcoming 
sheath. No virgin tightness here. But a slippery, loose, easy fuck. He belted it 
in and out, making sure her clit was rubbed and bruised as he did so. Molly 
moaned and at the end squealed, exactly as her daughter had done a few 
moments before. As she came Alisdair was struck by how like her daughter 
she was, in the noises she made....heredity, or learned , he wondered. This 
intellectual thought helped him to stop himself from coming, and he applied 
himself to building her second orgasm. Infiltrating one hand under her plump 
arse, he tickled her rear as he shagged, His mouth reached for her nipple as he 
lay on her breasts, and he nibbled it, erect and long. Again her climax was 
rising, and he felt her shoving harder against him and tearing at his back with 
long fingernails. Her hands moved to his arse, and she pulled him roughly into 
her as she came, her fingers digging painfully into his buttocks. He camre 
alongside her this second time, and they lay panting from the exertion of their 
embrace till, recovered , they lay calm in each others' arms.

'I'd forgotten it could be like that.' It was Molly who broke the silence.

'Me too! In fact, I wonder if it ever was. That was so exciting!' He kissed her 
breast, softly, rather than passionately as before.

'We'll have to go sdownstairs, or we'll be missed. I can see you want it again!' 
She rubbed her hand up and down his cock, hard again. 'Now we've found one 
another we must do it again?' There was a question in her voice.

'Indeed. Shall I come round Monday afternoon, when he's golfing?'

'Two o'clock would be best...then we'd have two hours. And I will have you 
suck me off first next time.'

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While all this was going on our vicar had disappeared in the direction of the 
New Vicarage, holding the hand of one of the bridesmaids. Sophie was just 
fourteen and as pretty as a picture. The vicar had a taste for young girls...and 
boys come to that....and over the years had enjoyed most of the villagers as 
they went through their teens. He was a pleasant, avuncular type, and it says a 
lot for the kindness with which he treated his children that over the years not 
one had reported him, and no-one had anything but love and respect for him 
when adult, and beyond his intimate interest. For miles around the villagers 
had been taught by him to enjoy all the variations of the sexual act, and not to 
confine themselves to one partner, indeed, and especially, not to one sex. The 
villagers individually knew they had a lot to thank him for, and willingly 
entrusted their own pubescent offspring to him, secure in the knowledge that 
their sensual education could only be enhanced, as their own had.

He told Sophie to sit on the bed and sat beside her, giving her a big piece of 
chocolate fudge which he slipped into her mouth. He put both hands on her 
shoulders and looked at her a moment. Lovely soft complexion....long hair, not 
brown, not blonde, pert little breasts, clear under her white satin bridesmaid 
dress....nipples prominent...puffy little nipples.....bare legs....nice legs....white 
court shoes, with lovely little gold buckles. Yes, a picture! As she chewed on 
the sweetie and gave her a big hug. Telling her she was a very lovely little girl, 
and all the boys would want her, he asked if she knew about love. She did 
know a bit, she said, but they hadn't done sex yet at school. It must be said that 
no village girl could get to fourteen without at least a theoretical acquaintance 
with the facts of life. And from what her 
older brother and sister had told her, had a fair idea of what the vicar had his 
arm around her for.

The vicar took her tiny hand and put it under his frock skirt, where by now he 
had his usual stiff-on. 'Feel that, Sophie,' he said. 'That's called a cock and it 
goes hard like that when a man wants to love a girl. Does your little cunt go 
wet?'

'Oh yes. And it tingles too. It's gone like that while I'm touching your thingy. 
Oh. I mean your cock.'

'I can see it feels good by your face. I'll show you mine!.' And he pulled his 
frock over his head, showing himself stark-naked beneath this hot summer 
day. His cock reared up, and the little hand reached out again to touch it. Her 
eyes were wide, and she was wriggling as she sat there.

'It's everso big, isn't it. And it looks all red and angry. It's so hard inside but 
the skin is warm and soft. I'm going all squidgy!'

Our vicar rested his hand on her bare leg, ran it up over the thigh, lifting her 
dress as he did so, and let it come to rest on the gusset of her knickers. They 
were cotton. Oh well, you can't have everything he thought as he rubbed her 
gently, seeking out her little clit. 'Your panties are very pretty,' he commented. 
They were white with little red roses all ovr. He leaned over and pressed his 
face where he had been rubbing , sniffing the scent of the young girl's arousal. 
He pulled the gusset aside and sought out her clit with his tongue. There was a 
light fuzz of hair on her mound but the lips were almost hairless. They were , 
however, swollen, promising lust. Her little clitty was hard under his mouth, 
but not as defined as a grown woman's. As he sucked and licked he slipped his 
hands up her panties to fondle the slender buttocks.

'Oh. Vicar. That's lovely. What are you doing?'

Without stopping he managed to mumble, 'I'm kissing your lovely clitoris, 
and I'm going to make you feel very nice down there.' He continued silent for 
aa bit while the virgin squirmed, raising her hips so her cunt was open to his 
tongue. She panted and purred with pleasure as he titillated her clit with a 
finger, his tongue now lapping at her cunt, slipping in and out, and licking 
round the tender red lips. After a while he stopped. 'I'll do some more...but 
take your dress off. I want to see you, and we don't want to crease it do we. 
It'll be better in the nude...for both of us.

This was one of the moments he lived for! With a giggle...she really wasn't 
shy with him at all...Sophie pulled her dress over her head, glad her Mum had 
bought her new undies for the wedding, and she'd bathed this morning! And 
there she was , pretty little cotton panties, and a matching trainer-bra....her 
very first bra....cotton socks and her lovely shoes. He put his arm 
around her now to feel the nascent breasts through the soft cotton. He reached 
behind her and
with a practised knack took off the bra so he could fondle her bare breasts. 
Really only             mounds, he thought, with a promise that in the beauty of 
womanhood she would have very large tits. He was excited, the more so 
because the breasts were half-formed, and her nipples had that puffy quality he 
so loved in his girls. Lovely, unformed, rosy, pink nipples. He sucked on one, 
then the other, feeling with his lips the soft skin but firm flesh, making the tiny 
nipples stand erect.

He pulled her waistband down an inch and, caressing her firm, everso-slightly 
rounded belly, licked teasingly round the navel.

'Oh. That tickles. It's nice.' The girl wriggled, pressing her legs tight together, 
and daring to touch the man-of-god. She tickled his navel, and then, lightly, 
fleetingly, his rampant prick.

Pleased by this gesture, our vicar carried on with his seduction. Really, the 
village girls were very easy, and his technique was getting more and more 
effective as the generations passed through his hands (literally!). Generations 
of the nubile. Little teenage brother and sisters, friends, they told each other 
how lovely it was to spend a few happy hours with the nice vicar.

He ran his hand down from her tits, down her belly, and down into the front of 
her panties, where she was sitting with her legs apart. He fingered, poked, and 
probed, and found the wet slit, which he rubbed, up and down, gently. 'You're 
lovely and wet, my child. That's what we men like. Now let's have your 
panties off and I'll show you how to do something really nice, and really 
exciting..' He was speaking softly, and lightly. She stood up and he was in 
some danger of creaming as she slowly pulled her panties down, baring her 
lean but rounded bottom, and her cunt, with just the lightest froth of curly hair.

She stood a moment smiling. She knew how lovely she was. What an 
impression she was making on this nice vicar.

'Now lay down, my dear, and just lay back and enjoy what all the big girls do.' 
He lay on his side between her legs and licked the hard little clit. Then rubbing 
it with his thumb he licked up and down her hairless slit, between the cunt 
lips, and penetrated the vagina with his tongue. Then back to the clit and his 
finger into her cunt. Her vulva was bathed in liquid and he had no trouble 
penetrating to the first knuckle, but he could feel her virginity still in place. 
Good! He loved to have a virgin. To get there before the village lads....or the 
schoolteachers. Soon. Soon.

He treated his own hard cock to a couple of wanking strokes.

Sophie was moaning now. 'Oh. Oh, I'm going to come,' she whispered. And 
come she did, his finger on her clit , and his tongue in her vagina, feeling her 
little convulsions and savouring the taste of her emissions.

So she knew the word 'come', and she came really very easily. Some little boy 
or girl had been playing with her. Later a threesome beckoned for the vicar. 
Again, the treat of a couple of strokes to his cock, bursting with energy.

'And now, my sweetie, do something for me. Rub my prick up and down. Yes, 
that's right. And I'll come too. Yes, that's exactly right. Not to tight. Yes. 
Faster Yes. Let me feel your lovely titties and sweet bottom while you toss me 
off! Yes! That's exactly right. Watch while I come, and you'll see the spunk 
spurt out! Yes. Faster now. Don't stop, Yes, oh you little darling.' And he 
bathed her hand and wrist in white spunk. She looked on fascinated and 
excited. Her face was flushed from her own orgasm, but also from the 
excitement of watching the mini-volcano. She dipped her finger in a globule 
and tasted it. It was salty, she thought. Nice ,though. She sucked a bit more 
from her wrist, and then licked it all up, swallowing it. The vicar thought, your 
mouth next time, little girl.

'That was lovely. Look, here's some pocket money. Don't tell anyone about 
our fun will you. Promise? Now, you come to catechism class on Thursday at 
five. Remember. Tell your mum, catechism at five o'clock Thursday. And I'll 
show you some other games we can play together! Now run along, back to the 
reception. Remember your promise!'

The vicar thought he'd give himself a treat, and sorted out a satin suspender 
belt and glossy black stockings. Cheerfully, he put them on, and then satin 
panties to round the whole off. 

Luxuriously he rubbed his legs together, enjoying the friction of the glossy 
nylons, and then felt his legs and arse before slipping on his robes over the lot.

He was whistling a hymn tune as he walked through the garden to The Old 
Vicarage. He was going past the garden shed, when he heard giggling, and 
looked in the window. But more of that later.

Back in the house the frolic of Molly and Alisdair had not gone unnoticed. The 
groom's mother had seen Alisdair go upstairs, and when he didn't come down 
for half an hour, looked for him. She found him in flagrante delicto, in mid-
fuck of the buxom Mrs Rice. She stood at the door watching her husband slip 
the meat to his neighbour. How long had this been going on , she thought. The 
violence of their fucking gave her the answer....most probably the first time. 
Far from being angry, she felt quite randy. In fact, randier than she'd been in 
years, and her clit and cunt aching for contact. She thought about joining them 
and having a threesome. She lifted her dress hem, and rubbed at her cunt-lips. 
The ample body of her close friend Molly looked appetising to her, and she 
would have loved to sit over her face and be sucked. Her fingers worked 
harder in her slit. She hadn't had any of that since she left the army just before 
her marriage. God! Twenty years of marital fidelity. Twenty years of straight 
sex! Her mind went back to the lovely, strong WAAF sergeant who had 
sucked her, dildo-fucked, and quite stolen her heart away. She took a step into 
the room, her hand inside her panties now. She was about to pull them down 
and join in when discretion prevailed, and she crept out and downstairs.

There she ran into Colonel Rice, and blurted out what she'd just seen. She 
took him upstairs, and were in time to see,and hear, the glorious orgasms that 
concluded the fun.

It was the Colonel who broke the silence. 'Well, Julia my dear, it looks like 
we've been well and truly cuckolded. Only thing to do is get our own back on 
'em, what? He put his arms around her and kissed her. She responded and in 
moments they had nipped into the bedroom that Duncan had just left.

Julia, slightly drunk, flung herself onto the bed and stretched her arms up to 
receive the Colonel. He dropped on top of her and as he kissed her he could 
feel her bosom heave under the flimsy, floral print dress, and her hips 
squirming against him. Her hand infiltrated up the kilt he wore on formal 
occasions and she was delighted to find him not only naked beneath it,                   
but stiff, too. Oh' Jack, that's good. How galant. I like the feel of that.' Her 
hand stroked the erect penis while he felt her bottom through her panties.

She quickly, franticly, tore off her dress and bra. 'Suck me, Jack. Suck me off! 
That's what I really like.'

The Colonel lay between her legs and placed his face in the damp crotch of her 
white lace panties, trimmed with blue ribbon. He rubbed the slit with his nose, 
savouring the odour of her lust. His hands were on her bottom, feeling the 
round, plump, solid flesh beneath the shiny white nylon stretched so tight 
across her buttocks. He pulled them down at the back and fondled the flesh, 
naked now, while she still fingered his knob and shaft. She raised her bottom 
as an invitation for him to pull her panties down completely. Down they came, 
and off over her shoes. With a sudden passion he buried his face between her 
legs, which closed on it, trapping him in the warm softness of her white thighs. 
He ran his hands up and down her legs, feeling the glossy stockings, so amply 
filled, and the firm flesh beneath. Julia was rubbing her cunt against his 
trapped face now, and he was just able to get his tongue to her clitoris as it was 
dragged past his mouth, and then briefly penetrated her vagina, again as it was 
rubbed across him.. Clit, cunt, clit, cunt, his tongue enjoyed the opulent, 
swollen-lipped slit of this warm, randy woman. His face was trapped, his 
hands were also trapped under the weight of her bottom, but he managed to get 
one finger into the crease and tap-tap-tap on her anus. She moaned, not the 
scream he was used to in his own wife, and which they had just heard in the 
other bedroom, but a lower, throaty sound, broken by little panting cries as she 
came. His tongue sought out her cunt and he lapped the juices of her emission.

'Now shag me! Stick that great thing up me. I want a cock. Anything. Up me.' 
She turned over and presented her broad bottom to him. The Colonel  by now 
was desperate for a fuck, for some relief in the tension in his bollocks. He 
knelt, and buried himself in her cunt, to the hilt, in one mighty push. Julia 
squealed with pleasure, and started to move forward and back onto him. 
Clutching her wide, round bottom in both hands, he shagged in time with his 
frenetic movements. Inside ten of his strokes, his partner came a second time, 
and her experienced cunt milked him so hard that with a mighty military oath 
he came, emptying his balls into her hot vitals..

They were silent for minutes...astounded by the violence of their mutual 
ecstacy.

She wiped his cock on her panties, and clasped them between her legs to soak 
up the come dribbling from  her cunt. 'That was wonderful! All these years, 
and we finally find each other. We will do it again, won't we?'

The Colonel kissed her. 'And again and again, I hope. We need a long session 
of love-making. That was nice, but it's only the beginning, isn't it? Look, why 
not have a chat with Alisdair, and I'll try it out with Molly, too. Wouldn't it be 
fun to have a foursome? I must admit I got randy watching Molly and Alisdair 
hard at it! How about dinner Monday, and you both stay the night?'

                                     .................................................
Through the woodshed window the vicar could make out two small, suntanned 
bodies lying on a coverlet they had draped over the bales of straw. He watched 
as if hypnotised as the two boys played with each others' cocks while looking 
at a book of dirty photos. Where on earth did they get a book of gay photos 
from, for that is what they clearly were? He looked at them, their small, soft 
bottoms, the smooth skin of their chests and legs, and their naughty, erect 
cocks. The book open over their legs, each of them had a hand on his friend's 
stiff little cock, rubbing it up and down. They were giggling now. Each of 
them had  the other hand placed under his own balls, cradling and tickling 
them, while enjoying being wanked. 

He quietly entered. and immediately reassured them. 'Don't worry about me. I 
just want to join in. can I look at your magazine too?' And with one gesture he 
pulled off his robes, over his head, and lay down, tight between them, his cock 
waving through his red satin open-crotch panties as he moved.. 'Hey! He's got 
girl's panties on. And stockings, too!' More giggles.

'I like the feel of them. Look how hard it makes me! Here. You feel 
them....now, one leg each!'

The boys stopped wanking and ran their hands over the nylon stockinged legs, 
over the satin suspender belt, and round the back to feel the satin-covered 
buttocks. One of the boys, Thomas, grasped a leg tight to his chest, savouring 
the new sensation. The other boy did the same, and the vicar lay there, a pretty 
boy caressing each leg, and two cocks being rubbed against his thighs. His 
hands reached down and caressed two naked bottoms, feeling the soft firmness 
of the skin, rubbing round and round, pressing,  fondling. Each hand caressed 
the cheeks of a small, firm bottom, sometimes the roundness, sometimes 
straying into the hidden crease. His own cock stood high and proud.

He was loath to disturb these delightful caresses on his legs but could not 
resist reaching between his nylons and their bodies to handle their pricks. He 
took a hard cock in each hand and softly wanked. The boys were both still 
feeling his stockings and panties. The vicar asked Freddie which was the best 
picture in their book. He turned the pages and stopped at a double page spread 
of three boys. One was sitting on a pile of logs, naked, while another naked lad 
sucked him. He was tenderly running his fingers through the fellator's hair and 
caressing his back and shoulders. In his turn the lad sucking was about to be 
fucked in the arse by a third lad, naked except for a white vest, standing behind 
him, cock in hand. It was a classic pose. 'Yes! That's a good one,' the vicar 
agreed. He's sucking. But do you know what this one is going to do?

It was Thomas who eagerly answered. 'He's going to fuck his friend.'

'Have you and Freddie ever done that?'

'No, sir. We just fiddle. We've never sucked each other.'

'You'd like it. He's going to fuck his young friend in the bottom. And adults 
call that buggery. Hey! Why not try it out on me. I'll kneel down and suck one 
of you while the other buggers me. Then you can switch round. Who's going 
to be first?'

'Me sir!' Both boys shouted. And then they giggled.

'All right! One at a time! Now, Thomas, you sit down there and I'll kneel like 
this. Freddie , you'll need some of this on your cock. Luckily I've got some 
with me.' Our vicar never went anywhere without his tube of KY. You never 
knew when you might need it when visiting parishioners. 'There, I'm rubbing 
some over your prick, and now a bit in my bottom. So it goes in easy.'

All right! Now stick it up me.

The boy, kneling behind the vicar, pushed his stiff little prick into the 
welcoming bottom-hole, still feeling the satin-clad bottom cheeks with both 
hands. His soft, tanned thighs, pressed on the shaven bollocks as he penetrated 
fully. As soon as he was solidly in, the vicar leaned down and took Thomas' 
hard little prick in his mouth. As he expected, the boy buggering him became 
excited very quickly and came, far too soon for the man's liking. There was no 
hot rush of spunk, but the shoves from the lean thighs against his bottom were  
quite delicious. Paradise will be like this, he thought. And the small, soft 
hands feeling his bottom through the red satin panties, lifting the edge to slip a 
finger up under the silky fabric. Freddy kept his spent cock in the arse, 
fingering legs and arse. The cock in the man's mouth was giving little twitches 
as he rolled his tongue around it, swallowing it, only to move back before 
swallowing it again. Thomas was entering into the spirit, and had already 
learned to shove it in and out like a man shagging. The warm softness of this 
practised mouth was so much better even than the soft hands of his friend. But 
our vicar wanted this boy in his arse, as they had agreed, and he removed his 
mouth from the hard prick.

'Oh, sir!'

'It's all right. Plenty of time for that another day. It's your turn now. ' The boy 
penetrated without needing oil this second time. Freddy sat down and watched, 
and the vicar nuzzled his hairless balls, and soft, tiny cock, as the other boy 
fucked him. Again, this was too fast. But what months of fun stretched before 
him as he taught these two young lads the art of love!

'Did you like that?'

'Oh. Yes, sir!' Both boys together.

The vicar removed his suspenders, stockings and panties. 'Did you like the 
feel of the undies?'

'Oh1 Yes, sir!'

'Well, you can have these to experiment with. The stockings will fit you, and 
the panties, but you may need a safety pin for the suspenders. Try them on, and 
see if you find that fun....I'm sure you will. And you should practise buggering 
each other, now you've done it to me. One word of advice, though. Don't be 
put off if it hurts for a second at first. After that first shove it's very nice. You 
saw how I  enjoyed it!' He rubbed his still-hard cock. 'And make sure you 
practise sucking each other. That's fun too. And much, much nicer than just 
wanking off. I'd let you suck me...but that's really for someone else today!! 
Will you try out bottom-fucking and sucking?'

'Oh! Yes, sir.'

'Well. Catechism classes next Wednesday at seven for both of you. Seven 
o'clock till eight. And you can show me what you've learned so far. I'll give 
you some more undies, that really fit you. And some more books. Make sure 
your Mums don't find them...or the books.'

'We hide all that in the old barn!'

'Good idea!' He thought to himself, that probably their father had hidden his 
'cunt books' in the same place. Village life went on from generation to 
generation .

Now let me watch you suck each other for a few minutes.'

It was Thomas who leaned over his friend, and hesitantly at first, but then 
decisively, took the cock in his mouth. Freddy reciprocated, and the vicar 
watched for a moment as they lay in a lovely sixty-nine. But the day was 
passing, and he left them happily playing. He was saving his second load of 
spunk on the off-chance of having the other bridesmaid. Sophie's friend was 
Honey, a lovely little black girl, with developed bottom and breasts for her 
age, the same as Sophie's. So the old bugger got his robes on and went hunting 
again.

                                        ...................................................................

The dancing was about to begin and Penny went upstairs to change her dress. 
Aloysius follwed. He gave her five minutes and without knocking walked in. 
He was a bit late...he'd intended to catch her naked, or at least in her lingerie. 
She'd got out of her wedding dress and  put on sexy black stockings, and a 
blue silk blouse. Naked except for her panties from  the waist down, she stood 
there, lovely, her legs and ankles shown off by glossy black stockings and 
stiletto-heeled gold dancing sandals. as he looked at her, she was spraying 
perfume onto her cunt, or rather onto the crotch of her nylon panties.

'Oh, God! I'm so sorry, Penny. No idea you were in here,' he said, as he still 
moved towards her.

Penny looked as if she'd been crying. 'What's the matter, Penny?' he asked, 
and put his arm around her shoulder. She sobbed as she hugged him.

'It's Duncan. He's moping around. Face like a kite, miserable, he's no fun at 
all. I think he's not interested in me.....I think he's having second thoughts.

Aloysius patted her back, enjoying the feel of the flesh beneath the silk. 
'There, there! He's probably nervous about tonight. And he's certainly got a 
king-size hangover from his stag do last night!.' Aloysius knew perfectly well 
why his friend was 'nervous', as he'd spilled the beans, the whole story of his 
seduction by Maddy. Once in Aloysius' bottom , and five fucks in 
Maddy...that was enough to temporarily cripple even the lustful naval officer! 
'There, there! A lovely girl like you is enough to make any bridegroom 
nervous! Look what you've done to me!'
He placed her hand on the shape of his stiff prick, clearly outlined through his 
trousers.

'Ah! I know you're trying to cheer me up, but we shouldn't. Not today!... ' But 
she didn't remove her hand. Aloysius kissed her, pressing her body against his. 
He slipped a hand inside her blouse and , without removing her bra, allowed 
her ample tits to escape from it, available for him to fondle, and then to kiss. 
The nipples swelled under his lips, before he returned to kissing her mouth. 
She was excited by the feel of his rough suit on her naked bosom, and rubbed 
against him. This was the cue for him to reach between her legs, to the 
moistness of her crotch. He felt the lips plump under the thin nylon and 
tweaked the clit, through the panties.  She opened her legs for him, and pulling 
the crotch aside he stroked her little pink clit.

Still kissing, she slipped her leg between his, forcing a way between his legs, 
bringing her panty-clad cunt up against his bulge. Her arms around him she 
fondled his buttocks. How she loved the firm , muscled shape!

'Oh, Al, I do like the feel of you against me. Take my bra off and rub against 
my tits. My blouse too!'

Naked to the waist, her tits were Aloysius' idea of heaven...though perhaps a 
bit on the full side for those with a taste for teens. He fondled the round, soft 
globes, feeling the warmth of the skin and her young elasticity. He nuzzled one 
and gently bit it before clasping her naked bosom to him, his hands descending 
to palp her arse through the white satin.

'Fuck me now, Al, just as you are!' she begged and threw herself backwards 
onto the bed, her legs wide-spread. Al unzipped, and slipped his black y-fronts 
down under his bollocks, which anchored them in place out of the way of his 
cock. His large cock twitched as he rested it a brief moment on her cunt-lips. 
She was writhing in front of him, imploring him to enter her with that great, 
hard prick. He pulled her panties to one side and entered her roughly. But the 
way was clear, wet, warm and willing. He could feel the nylon lace at the edge 
of her satin pantie-leg scraping at his cock as he shagged her.

Penny pulled him down on top of herself, scraping the roughness of his clothes 
against her tender flesh: she rubbed her tits into his jacket, feeling them swell 
with her passion, the nipples aching and hard. 'Suck my tits.'

Al ignored her, his cock banging into her wet cunt. With hands under her 
bottom, clutching her through the thin satin, his fingers biting into her, his full 
weight was pressing down on her breasts.

'Suck my tits, bastard!'

Raising himself on his elbows, and without changing his rhythm at all, he bit 
hard into a breast, the whole of the broad aureole in his mouth.'

'Bastard! That hurt! Suck them' you bugger!'

He bit the other one, just as hard. Then, relenting, he sucked it, his tongue 
playing more gently over the tight, hard nipple. He felt her belly bashing 
upwards stronger and stronger, meeting his ruthless movement. Again he 
pressed his scratchy jacket against her soft bosom-flesh, and felt her rubbing 
against it to increase the sensation. He might love satin and nylon, but she had 
an equal fetish for harsh cloths! Both hands again under her arse, he twisted 
and gripped the flesh, feeling his friend's bride climax under him.

Still holding his own orgasm back, he pulled out and roughly turned her over 
on her belly. His arms around her, his hands on her belly, he pulled her to a 
kneeling position and rubbed his cock against the sopping-wet crotch of her 
panties. Then, pulling the aside, he entered her brutally, with a great, long 
thrust. She squealed, pushed back at him, and they started a rhythmic fucking. 
With each out-pull he spanked her bottom with an open palm, first one hand 
and then the other. His bollocks swung loose against her, touching the hand 
with which she was masturbating as he shagged her. He counted to slow 
himself down, so exciting was the satin-clad bum, the spanking, and the warm, 
wet cunt. He promised himself to let it come the moment she came. As he 
reached thirty she came again, screaming her passion, and he came too. Pulling 
his cock from her satiated cunt, he squirted the cum all over her panties, and to 
the small of her back, where it stuck like glistening pearls.

Afterwards she wiped his cock on her perfumed but cum-covered knickers and 
shoved them under the bed.

As they dressed, Al chatted to her. 'There! You seem more cheerful now. I 
hope we can still fuck sometimes now you're wed.'

'I'd like to, Aloysius, but what would Duncan say?'

'You'd be surprised. If I tell you a secret, will you promise not to mention it to 
anyone, not even Duncan?'

She nodded . 'I love secrets....'

'Well. You know we were at school together. Duncan and me. We used to 
share the same bed when we could.....'


You don't mean....?'

'Yes, we used to suck and fuck each other. A lot of the boys did it....most 
really.Just about every night we'd have each other. You know how virile 
young lads are....'

'What about nowadays?'

'Don't be upset, will you? We still fuck whenever we can. And I know 
Duncan would like a threesome. I know I would, too.'

'And so would I , Al. I'm so pleased. I'll ask him while he's fucking me 
tonight.'

'I should leave it till tomorrow morning if I were you!'

                                                   ....................................

The Colonel was rather pleased with himself as he walked around watching 
the young people dancing, a scotch in his hand, his cock swinging free under 
his kilt. His sex life promised to be quite lively over the coming months. A 
foursome! What a pity , all the years wasted on his wife and the occasional 
tart!

He found himself drawn towards Cyril, the thirteen year old village boy who 
had been persuaded (bribed actually, with a tenner) to act as the page at the 
wedding. He had looked quite beautiful, beside a bridesmaid, holding the long 
, white bridal train. 'You don't look very comfortable, Cyril.'

'I feel daft!'

'You look a bit odd, I must admit. Sort off pantomime! Leading boy!' The 
unfortunate lad was dressed in a tight scarlet silk jacket, with gold buttons.  
Over his naked chest. And very tight, scarlet silk tights. The colonel remarked 
to himself that you could see he hadn't been allowed to spoil the fit, by 
wearing any underpants. Yes, the silk hugged his arse cheeks, and his gently 
curving belly. And you could easily see he'd been circumcised! The colonel 
shook his head to try to break the train of his thought, which was leading him 
into strange places. And his nice little silver shoes, with gold buckles. Again 
he shook hiis head, but to no avail. He was a real picture. Honey gold locks, 
long and untidy. English-rose, soft complexion, cherub-faced...reminded the 
colonel of a little boy he had been in love with forty years ago, at prep school. 
And yet he hadn't thought of this for many, many years. Perhaps it was the 
liberating experience he had just been through that provoked this sudden onset 
of unnatural desire. Because, yes, his cock was thickening. Thank goodness for 
the heavy tweed of the kilt, he thought. Be that as it may, he could feel his 
cock hardening, pushing against the pleats, and this cherub in red silk was the 
cause!

Have you got your proper clothes here?'

'Yes, sir. In a bag in the kitchen.' He had a charming rustic accent.

'Well, run down and get them. I'll show you where you can change back.'

Behind the colonel's bedroom (old-fashioned he and his wife kept separate 
rooms), was his study. A real cabinet of curiosities. The boy was enthralled by 
the fetishes, jujus, bones, skins etc, and ran around enthusiastically. 

'Now, get out of those silly (for silly read sexy, he thought) Get out of those 
silly clothes. Then you can look around.' The colonel had to help him out of 
the tight-fitting silks, and as he indulged himself by surreptitious fondling, 
they talked.

'Wos you in Africa, sir?'

'Yes. Many years. I was the only whiteman for two hundred miles. And the 
only government, too!'

'Wosn't you afeared you'd be massacried, sir.'

'Good lord no. The natives were very, very friendly. Too friendly sometimes.'
The boy, naked now, was looking at a particularly gruesome (and sexual) 
carving. 

If he looked like Little Lord Fauntleroy before, the colonel thought, no he was 
Donatello's David. Curls, and a lovely little cock, hairless balls. 'Can you keep 
a secret?'

'Oh yes. sir.'

'Cross your heart?'

'Cross my heart and hope to die...'

'Well, bring me over those three books there, the leather-bound ones.'

He was sitting at his desk, and the boy deposited the books. The colonel 
opened the top one, positioning it so the boy had to lean over him a bit to 
really see it. The boy's naked belly was pressed against him, quite heavily. He 
wished he could think of some excuse for taking his shirt off...to feel that cock 
against his naked arm. But patience!

His hand rested a second on the boy's thigh, and then he started to turn the 
pages, commenting on some of them. 'These are the girls and boys the chiefs 
used to send to me as servants, to learn the ways of the white man. At first they 
were just photos, mostly black and white, but some sepia, and a very few in 
colour, of African boys and girls in their native robes, and himself in his khaki 
and pith helmet.....Then the first of the naked black girls, 'In the north, they 
used to go naked, and they really preferred it even when in my bungalow. Vey 
lovely people. Just look at this one's breasts. She was called Maria. '

'She looks nice. Happy!.' 

'Just look at her breasts, young Cyril. Look how round and firm they are. 
Some men like them big...me I like them round, small and very firm. And look 
how her bottom stands out. They're not soft and flabby like some white girls. 
Their bodies are quite hard and muscular, more like a man's.' This was his cue 
to grasp the boy's arm, as he stood beside  him, feeling the muscles forming in 
the biceps. 'Though you can see she's as feminine and lovely as any english 
girl.'

Cyril's eyes nearly popped out as he stared at the naked girls. And more to the 
colonel's interest he could see, or rather feel as the boy pressed against him, 
the sudden , fierce erection so typical of youth. A few pages later, and there 
was the young colonial administrator, his arms round a girl, not Maria, 
fondling the conical breasts. 'I never could resist them.'

His cock was hard, making a tent of his kilt, as he sat . He reached under the 
plaid, as if to adjust his (non-existant) underpants, and tentatively rubbed his 
prick 'There. That's got me going again. You turn the pages for me. ' And he 
reached under his kilt, and openly masturbated. Pages on, and there were as 
many naked boys as girls. Cyril stopped at one image  The young lad was 
reclining , naked, on a striped cotton chair. His huge cock was loosely grasped, 
and he seemed to be looking towards someone else in the room

'He's Joshua. He's got the same problem as me and you!' Daring all, he took 
the boy's hand from the book and placed it on his bare cock, under the kilt. 
The boy held it, and he now turned the pages himself.

Now it was sex. The colonel with one, sometimes two, of his servant-girls. 
Fucking, sucking, fondling. They stopped at one particularly sexy scene. The 
classic of two girls (black) on one man (white), he satisfying one with his 
cock, the other with his tongue. They fondling each other, and kissing.

Cyril leaned back, and held his erect cock  as they studied this. 'I never... 
They're lovely....Do they all?'

'They all did. Yes. They liked men and women...and so did the boys! And so 
do most girls, even over here, and a lot of men. Let me do that a bit. I want to 
hold yours too.' So the colonel held the prick, and started to wank it, his hand 
moving loosely over the shaft. He could see a drop of come in the eye, and 
decided to move the lad's education on!

'I'll show you something else they taught me!' He pulled the boy to him as he 
sat, and took the cock in his mouth, pulling the bottom to him until the whole 
prick was in his mouth. Sensuously he ran his tongue over it as he sucked. 
Then in and out, enjoying the springy, smooth feel. He knew it couldn't last 
long, and it didn't. His efforts were rewarded with a small mouthful of come. 
His first since those long-off days!'

'Do you want to see some more?'

'Oh yes!'

'Well these are really secret. You must promise...'

The boy nodded as he swore to secrecy. The third book was dynamite, 
including photos of the young administrators seduction of the boys who were 
sent him to educate. They stopped at two colour photos. The first showed the 
whiteman embedded in a velvet, black bottom, and opposite it, a black cock, 
presumably the blackboy from the page previous, in the arse of a whiteman, 
presumably the colonel.

'But doesn't that hurt most dreadfull?' 

'Not if you know how to do it. It's quite nice, really. And wonderful for the 
boy who's fucking. I'll show you...' 

The boy was still hard, or perhaps hard again as the colonel greased his stiff 
little weapon. 

'Palm oil, we used to use. But I expect olive oil will do as well! Now, for the 
real thing,' he said, and unclipping his kilt, he knelt, the boy kneeling behind 
him. He reached under and took the stiff little prick in his hand, and inserted it 
in his arse. .Shove!' It was completely in, and the colonel quite deliberately 
tightened his anus on it. The boy groaned. 'Now fuck me! In and out, hard. 
Yes, like that. '

The colonel was wanking furiously, guessing he had not got long before this 
probable virgin came. He felt his own orgasm coming, and grasped the boys 
hand, which had been gripping his naked bum. He placed it on his cock. 
'Now! Wank me while you enjoy your fuck. The boy was crashing in and out 
like a good'un now, and he was only to pleased to wank the huge cock, so 
much bigger than his own. The colonel moaned, almost alarming the boy, who 
suddenly felt his hand covered in wet stickiness. There seemed to be much 
more than he, or Wesley had been able to generate. Thought of Wesley....and 
his lovely bottom, and Cyril came.

The colonel was standing, fixing his kilt again, watching Cyril tentatively taste 
the come on his palm and wrist.

'Is it nice?'

'Yes! Salty!'

'Another time, you must try it in your mouth. I know you'll like it.'

'And would you teach me how to do it like we just done. I could see you loved 
it.'

'Oh, yes. All of that. Look....I think you go camping, don't you?' The boy 
nodded. 'Well, if the weather stays nice, why not camp in the grounds here. 
There's plenty of good places to pitch a tent...I'll show you.'

'Tomorrow. And can we have some fun?'

'Indeed my boy. Bring your gear round at lunchtime, and we'll cook up over a 
bonfire.'

'I usually go camping with Wesley. My friend.'

'The young black boy?'

'He looks like Joshua...in the photos.'

'I know him! And do you think he'd like....?

'Not half. He's randy, is Joshua. Though we only wank each other.So far....'

'Well. You bring your randy friend, and I'll bring some really  exciting picture 
magazines....and we'll have some real fun.

                               ...............................................................

While the colonel was re-living his youth, a crisis was developing in the 
kitchen.

The caterers had sent two employees, Harry and Sonia. They had never met 
before, and took an instant dislike for each other. Sonia was a school teacher, 
and considered her new colleague common, and foul-mouthed. She told him 
so, the fourth time he used the 'F' word. And he called her  a stuck-up little  
bitch. Fortunately, once the food had been set out, they could largely ignore 
each other, she washing up, he opening bottles, filling glasses, and bringing 
back the debris to the kitchen.

Each time he came back, he could see the bitch had been at the sauce. He 
hadn't caught her, but could see she was getting more and more pissed. This 
last time, he came back with a full tray of empties...nearly the last, thank god. 
Jesus, he thought, six days a week on a tractor, and the seventh as a skivy. Still 
it helped pay the mortgage...along with Doris' work at Sainsburies.

He pushed the door open. The well-spoken, snobbish Sonia was tipping a 
bottle of champagne down her throat. 'Cut that out, bitch! That's stealing. And 
you've still got washing-up.'

'Mind your business, bastard.' She was slurring. 'I'll do what I want. ' With 
mighty glugs she emptied the bottle, and held it upside down, empty. 'See!' 
she said, and gently collapsed on the floor, dead drunk.

Harry put his tray down and went over to her. He pushed her gently with his 
foot. She was completely motionless. God. She didn't seem to be breathing. 
He knelt down beside her and felt for a pulse in her breast. No pulse, but he 
could feel the firmness of her breast under her light , summer, silk dress. Not 
bad, he thought. He slipped his hand inside her dress, and felt the breast 
though her bra. Lacy beneath his touch. And he could feel a pulse now. She 
was just drunk. Nice tits. Nicer than Doris, who was a bit plump nowadays. He 
slipped his hand inside her bra, and squeezed. No response from her at all. 
Nice and firm. A thought crossed his mind. Dismissed. But why not? The 
bitch would never know...and serve her right.

But not here. He picked her up. Very light...no problem, despite her dead-
weight. He felt her breast press against him as he lifted her with and arm round 
her shoulder and hands grasping her thighs. He backed out of the 
kitchen...along the corridor. If anyone saw him now..well he was just looking 
for assistance. Get an ambulance etc.....

But there was no-one..and he pushed into a bedroom. Locked the door behind 
him, and dumped her on the bed. 

Better be carefull stripping her. Not to tear anything. No traces. Because he 
intended to have her, the stuck-up bitch. He lifted her, and managed to slip her 
dress up over her head. He sat 
on the bed and took her across his knees. Her pants were tight across her arse, 
and slipped right up into the crack of her cunt as he fondled her body. His cock 
was really hard now.

Shit. Someone trying the door. Good. Gone away. Probably think two guests 
having a bit of nooky. Still better get a move on.

 He stripped off the light vest she had worn under her dress. He turned her 
over, so her bottom was against his thighs, and buried his face into the crotch 
of her immaculate white panties. He breathed in. Lovely. And now her tits. He 
pressed his face against the lace of her white bra, and then nibbled one and 
then the other nipple, making them stand under the nylon. But no other 
response. Just to make sure she was dead to the world, he bit her nipple quite 
hard. OK. Dead drunk.

He lifted her in his arms and dumped her again on the bed. Better fix the door. 
He braced a chair under the doorknob...just in case there were two keys. Now 
back to the bed. First her bra. He turned her over, and unclasped it. Over again, 
and slipped it up over her shoulders. Lovely. Standing, even on her back. He 
licked them appreciatively, before pulling her panties down. He prised her legs 
apart, and licked. God. He loved a nice , tight, clean, upper-class cunt. He 
licked, and licked.

He had too many clothes on. He stripped, quickly, and pressed her naked 
against him Her body felt warm, and her tits hard against his chest.  The 
easiest way to have her would be over the side of the bed, he thought. He 
pulled her to the edge, none too gently, and opened her legs.He spat into her 
cunt, and pressed her belly while he shoved his cock up her. She'd asked for 
this, and the cunt would get it!

She was tighter than Doris. Much better muscle tone. In fact a lovely little 
fuck, he thought. He was close to coming now, and had to decide whether to 
come on her belly, or spurt up into her. Fuck her, the bitch. She could have it 
all. He collapsed on her inert body, pumping his jism up her. Better get 
moving now. Got to dress her again, and get her back to the kitchen.

He pulled her onto the bed, and fitted her tits into the cups. Then turned her 
over, and fastened the catch. Easy. 

But he couldn't resist stretching her buttocks apart. A lovely little rose. Shit! 
His cock was hard again. But why not. She'd never know.  Quick! He pulled 
her to him. Pushed a pillow under her belly. Stretched her bum apart. Spat. 
Wiped his cock  in the saliva, and placed it against her anus. She'd have a sore 
bum in the morning, he smiled to himself, but would blame it on the huge 
quantities of wine. He'd give it to her hard....all the harder for having had her 
cunt a couple of minutes before. He smashed his thighs against her unresisting 
buttocks, and finally came with a huge orgasm. 

When he pulled it out, her arse was covered in sticky come.  He'd have liked 
to leave the bitch like this, but it was safer to wipe her down with the tissues 
by the bed, throwing the sticky wet used tissues into a bin under the sink. 

It was easy to get her panties on. Less easy for her vest and dress. But he 
managed it, and was not seen when he carried her back to the kitchen where he 
put her in a windsor chair, before going to find 'help'.

When she had sobered enough to come round, Sonia indeed felt aweful. And 
her arse was sore. Must be the wine.

A few weeks later, Sonia was pleased to be able to tell her husband that after 
five years of unsuccessful trying, she was pregnant. In the Spring, she was 
amazed at the lack of likeness in both the twins. How two dark-haired people 
managed to get such beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed babies was quite beyond her.

                                     ...................................................

Downstairs, Penny looked round for her Duncan, but there was no sign. The 
pleasant young curate came over and asked her to dance. Although he was in 
his robes he danced well to the rock music, and they stayed on the floor while 
the music changed to a slow smoocher.

I'm not sure you should do this,' said Penny as he pressed his body against her, 
one hand on her waist the other on her bottom. But she was grinding her pelvis 
agianst his belly, nevertheless.
                        
'The light's low! And I'm just a man after all even though I wear black.' He 
pushed harder on her, moving so she could feel his prick on her belly.

'I can feel that!' She giggled. 'But I still think you'll get yourself into trouble. 
If you want, we can find somewhere more discrete.' Truth to tell, her quick 
thrash with Aloysius had given her an appetite for something more sustained, 
and the handsome young cleric would probably be as vigorous as he looked. 
'Come on.'

Across the garden and two minutes later in the same potting shed that had been 
vacated by the vicar, the curate's boss, and a bridesmaid!

'Let's do it properly. Undress me! Slowly, now.'

Eagerly he undid the clasps on the sleek blue silk dress...Her underwear was 
sleek satin, shiny and breat-taking white against the tan of her skin. His cock 
rose. 'Put your cassock over these sacks and straw so you don't get scratched.' 
As he pulled up the black robes he felt her hand instantly on his hard cock, the 
other slim hand feeling the weight of her balls.

It was gloomy inside the shed now, but Penny could just make out the cock 
with its huge, circumcised knob, the full, heavy balls, and the muscular 
columns of the young priest's legs. She fondled his hard buttocks as he pulled 
the cloth over his head. He lay it out over the straw, and pulled her onto his 
naked body, enjoying the feel of her nylons, white and glossy, and the satin of 
her suspender belt and bra against his bare flesh. He cupped the fabric of her 
skimpy bra, feeling the nipple against his palm and pressing her firm, young 
breast. The satin slid against his palm, sensuously. He pulled a breast from its 
cup. 'You've beautiful bosoms, like Sheba in the Song of Solomon,' he 
whispered as he rolled a nipple between finger and thumb.

'Suck them for me, Solomon,' Penny implored. She reached behind and 
unclasped the bra, slipping her arms out of the straps as her tits swung free, 
standing upright, disdaining the support of the flimsy covering, now discarded 
into the dust of the floor. The curate lowered his avid mouth to a hard little 
nipple, and bit gently onto it, using just his lips. 'Harder! Suck them harder!' 
she implored, not joking at all now. Taking a mouthful, almost the whole 
bosom, he sucked, nibbled, bit, and sucked again. Then the other tit, as Penny 
panted, going weak at the knees.

She tightened her grip on his cock. 'And I was afraid you were gay!' she said. 
'This tells me you aren't,' and she ran her hand up and down the smooth shaft. 
He was long, hard, broad,      she thought. She was lucky to have picked this 
one out. And she could rely on his discretion...no danger of kiss and tell. This 
was his cue to feel for her cunt, through the satin crotch of her knickers. He 
could feel her warmth, her moistness, and the shape of the open lips through 
the shiny, thin cloth. Penny wriggled, and pulled her panties down to her hips. 
Kneeling in front of her the curate pulled them all the way down, and lifted her 
high-heeled shoes through them, taking them off completely. He ran his hands 
up and down her slim, firm-fleshed legs, savouring  both the polished , white, 
nylon stockings, and the softness of her tanned flesh above the stocking tops. 
He leaned forward and gently kissed the very front of her mound, feeling 
rather than seeing the curly, honey-blonde hair. As he ran his lips over her 
mound she sat on the robes, and then lay down, holding her arms out to him as 
he knelt.

Penny felt his weight on her thighs and belly, and then her bosoms as he took 
her in his arms. Her tongue  reached out into his mouth as he kissed her. He 
felt her shiver as he pulled gently at the hair in her armpit, and then lightly 
scratched her skin from armpit to hips. Involuntarily her hips were grinding, 
rubbing her cunt on his belly. She reached down between them and placed the 
knob of his firm cock against her cunt, till holding it, and now rubbing the 
knob against her clitoris. The whole of her slit was wet with her juices, and 
also those of the cocks that had penetrated her during the course of the day. 
She could feel the wet stickiness running down between her arse cheeks, 
moistening her whole bottom crack, and the arsehole itself. She removed her 
hand from the shaft of his cock and placed both her soft hands on his bottom, 
pulling him closer to her as they whispered their lust for each other. He praised 
her body and sexuality using words a heady mixture of biblical and the gutter, 
arousing her further, feeling her breasts swelling against his chest and her 
cunt-slit sliding against his cock, still resting between the swollen lips.

He knew how the very idea of the priest sent many women into paraxisms of 
lust. What he didn't know was that his superior, the vicar, had many times 
offered the flesh of the cloth to this young lady....since the age of eleven.

Her hands parted his bottom, to feel the strength in the muscles, and glorying 
in the firm softness of this skin. Two finger tips, one from each hand rested in 
his very arsehole. 'Fuck me you lovely man! Fuck me and show me the road to 
paradise! Stick that great staff of life up my sopping cunt!' 

She was lying now with her legs wide open, her knees bent. Her cuntlips had 
little hair, certainly not enough to hide the swollen plumpness and redness of 
her nub. Taking his cock in his right hand he placed the knob against the 
opening, and in one , sliding motion skewered her willing vagina. The Bride of 
one day squealed, and thrust hard with her hips to meet the invasion of her 
body, her cunt gripping the weapon as it forced the walls apart. He 
held it motionless one second, then moved slowly in and out, pumping her 
passion towards the approaching orgasm.

Fucked so much today, she was ready for it, losing herself in the pleasure of 
the hypnotic movement, and the rasping joy in her cunt and on her nub. She 
came, and a string of obscenities assailed the enthralled ears of the man of 
religion.

He stopped as soon as her spasms died down beneath him,  laid his cock 
against her face, and started to slurp at the juices in her cunt lips, released by 
the long spasms of her cumming. Licking from the clit down to the cunt, and 
beyond into her very arsehole, and then back up, he swallowed avidly the 
female, and residual male juices he found there. He could taste the tang of 
earlier male come mingled with her feminine odours. As he did this still more 
glistening liquid appeared, which smeared his face and bathed his tongue. As 
he licked his hand wanked his shaft inches from Penny's face. She watched, 
excited by the twitches of the erect prick as its owner jerked off. It was too 
much to resist, pretty as it was to watch, and she reached forward to kiss the 
knob. It was soft on the outside but strong and fully firm. She took it in her 
mouth, allowing him to remove his hand and place it close to her bottom, 
fondling her buttocks.

He now had two hands between her legs, and as she gobbled on his cock she 
felt her cunt lips pulled apart, and her clit gently stimulated with one stroking 
finger. As he did this, his questing tongue licked her arsehole, tickling her 
while she moved her hips in rhythm with his artful finger. As she lay half on 
top of him, she felt the tongue penetrate her bottom, first the tip, and then as 
much as he could get into her, still rubbing her clit with one hand and now 
shagging her cunt with the fingers of the other. As she became more excited, 
her passion again rising, she knew in the back of her mind he was preparing 
her anus for penetration by this large weapon in her mouth. His tongue 
broadened out and she could feel it pushing in yet further. It felt nice, and she 
giggled, removing her mouth from his knob to rest her jaws, but still handling 
it. As she  rotated her hips, rubbing her clit on his thumb, and impaling herself 
on his shagging fingers she was suddenly aware of the sharpness of his chin 
against the tender flesh of her bottom crease, and this was enough to tip her 
over into orgasm. Fortunately no-one was passing in the garden as she roared 
out her pleasure, her screams and wails punctuated by 'shit...fuck...fucking 
hell...jesus...oh oh fuck...fuuuuuuuck!'

The curate now lay up against her back, his arm around her, squeezing her tits, 
enjoying the young girl's firm flesh. His cock rested in the crease of her 
bottom, relinquished by his tongue, right against the pretty pink rose of her 
anus.

'Fuck me in the arse! I want.....'

Too good an invitation to resist, the young cleric pressed his knob up to her 
arsehole, all wet from the energy of her orgasm. She reached between them 
and placed it most precisely at the portal and whispered, 'Shove it in, you 
hunk!' And  shove it in he did!

'You deserve a treat,' she whispered. 'Two lovely orgasms. Now you have 
yours. Don't worry about me. Just take yours. I don't often give my rear 
passage to men. But you deserve it. The vicar used to have me, you know! But 
he likes them really young, and I'm to big for him now! So push away for the 
honour of Holy Church!' She laughed, and met his thrusts with her lovely, 
round, plump, white arse.

'Kneel down. I can see you better this way. Your lovely , round bottom, and 
your slim waist. God! But you're beautiful, Penny.'  Without taking the cock 
out, they knelt, and the religious grasped her hips, one hand inside the tight 
white satin suspender belt, the other outside it. One hand sensuously enjoying 
her warm, soft skin, the other the shiny satin. He shagged her arsehole long 
and slow, giving her the full length of the cock each time. She was thrusting 
back at him, and was surprised to find she was getting excited. Normally she 
didn't in her arse, but this man was different! He changed his style, removing 
the cock entirely each time, and watching the puckered arsehole contract, and 
open, before forcing his way in again.

She felt his excitement rising. She wanted to see his face. 'Let me watch you. 
Turn me over.'

This time removing his prick, he turned her over. His hands, turning her over, 
appreciated the flesh of her belly and tits. 

'God! That's good!' She panted as she bashed her thighs against him, raising 
her hips with each downstroke. Releasing the hips he was grasping, he 
clutched at her open cunt, covering her lips with one large , male hand. The 
other hand reached for a tit and fondled it, brushing the nipple with his palm 
before grasping the conical firmness in his fist, and using it as a lever to push 
and pull at her with each thrust. She was panting and swearing again, and he 
cleverly chose the moment to pinch and nip her clitoris, bringing on orgasm 
just as his own prick, twitching up her rectum, splashed the first of  several 
loads of cum into her. Her orgasm was increased as she felt the first and then 
subsequent bursts of hot spunk deluge her rectum.

Spent, they collapsed side-by-side in the straw and she expelled his cock with 
an invountary twitch of the arse muscles, feeling a sense of loss as it slipped 
out. 'Thankyou, Penny. That was the best ever!'

'I'd just love to have you and Maddy together! I'd like to have you shag me 
while Maddy licks my clit! How about it?'

'I'd love that if you could fix it with her. I've never slept with her. Hey! Make 
it in bed next time! This was lovely, but I'm covered in scratches!'

                                        .......................................................

While all this naughtiness was going on, Aloysius had gone in search of his 
charge, the groom, Duncan. At last he found him, but decided to let him be, 
fast asleep. That was his best bet for recovery and doing justice to his lovely, 
sexy, and still randy bride. As he walked quietly down the corridor he heard 
the noise of shagging. Bed springs, panting, giggles, moans. He gently opened 
the door.

On the bed was the vicar, and Honey, the other bridesmaid. He was stretched 
out on his back, all bone and muscle, while the little darling was bouncing up 
and down on his cock. Aloysius watched while her little, jutting arse jiggled up 
and down on his shaft, her brown titties bouncing joyfully. His hands were 
supporting her bottom, and he was making the most of feeling her firm, brown 
skin. Honey's hands cupped her lovely breasts and squeezed the nipples. She 
shut her eyes as she came, still bouncing on the rigid cock. Aloysius stood 
entranced by her plump , round body. and the tight , brown-black arsehole that 
twinkled at him as she moved.

Immediately the vicar rolled over and continued to fuck her, lying on top, his 
face buried in the young but ripe flesh of her brown tits. Discretely, Aloysius 
closed the door, adjusting his cock within his pants. As he turned,round a 
delightful sight confronted him in the corridor. It was Honey's mother, Lana. 
He complimented her on her appearance, telling her she looked really lovely, 
in her tight silver dress, with its mini-skirt doing justice to her shapely legs. 
You could see where Honey got her tits from! All legs and brown tits! 

'I've got a ladder in my stockings...and wanted somewhere to take them off.' 
She felt she needed some explanation for being in this part of the house. In 
fact, she was looking for the 
missing husband, Winston. She turned round, and indeed she had got a ladder 
running up one long, slim leg. But it was her arse that captivated Aloysius' 
attention. You could see here,too, she was Honey's mother, he thought. The 
same pert, firm, round, jutting bottom, scarcely hidden by the tiny skirt. He 
was hard again! Very!

'Best no go in there,' he said, understating it! 'Couple enjoying themselves in 
there. Let's try this one.' He opened the door opposite. They looked in. He 
grasped her round the waist, in front of him. 'Sh! Just think a moment before 
doing anything. Sh!'

On the bed in front of them were the Bride's mother, Molly, and Lana's 
husband, doing what people do on beds! Oblivious to the watchers, Winston 
was giving it hard to the buxom white woman, who was enjoying the lean, 
muscular body of the black man, judging by the ecstatic look on her face, the 
way her hands clawed at his back, and the vigourous humping of her body 
beneath him!

'Take the advice of a religious man.' They both turned round to see the young 
curate looking over their shoulders at the sex show. He'd just left the well-
shagged Penny, but this group had possibilities that were turning him on again! 
'The best thing to do is join them and join in.' He pushed Aloysius, who in his 
turn propelled Lana till all three were in the room. Aloysius pushed his lovely 
black neighbour onto the bed beside her husband and, one hand up her skirt 
and one on her tit, down the loose neck of her silk dress, kissed her.

Winston didn't miss a stroke and Molly was too far gone to care. The curate 
slipped his robes over his head and kicked off his shoes and 
socks....convenient these priestly things for quick stripping! He knelt on the 
bed, fondling Molly's breast with one hand, and Winston's moving buttocks 
with the other. He moved up a bit and from behind Molly's head put his hard 
cock, or at least the knob of it, in her mouth. She came! All her fantasies over 
the years , the only way she could come with her husband, whatever he did or 
said, had involved being shagged in the arse and in the mouth at the same 
time. And now here it was...a lovely  cock in one end, and a great big red one 
in the other!She came with a huge rolling orgasm, her cries stifled by the prick 
between her lips. Her hands clawed at the curate's strong thighs, and then she 
relaxed, temporarily satiated.

Beside them  , Aloysius had the black girl's dress off, and was tearing the 
stockings away from the suspender belt clasps in his eagerness to get at her. In 
shreds the stockings lay by the bed, and he put his hands inside her white silk 
panties. Shaven! Lovely! He pulled them down, both hands at the waistband, 
and looked at the naked , black mound, and the lips glistening already with 
pungent juices. He buried his face between her legs, so invitingly spread. He 
licked furiously at her wide-open slit. Her thighs closed on his face, near 
stifling him in the soft, smooth, firm, black, female flesh. His tongue worked 
harder, finding her nub, and flicking at                          
the erect button. His hands reached up to grasp her tits. Firm, athletic tits, he 
thought. How often he'd looked at them under her t-shirt, jigging as she jogged 
along the village street. Tribal African tits, firm enough to poke your eyes out. 
Conical mounds of pleasure! She was coming under his tongue, under his 
hands, and with the curate kissing her mouth, his cock in her appreciative 
hand.

Immediately she'd come, he asked her to kneel. He just had to have that jutting 
arse. Wiping his knob in the slit to lubricate it, he entered her cunt from 
behind, aware the curate was in turn kneeling behind him. 'May I , Aloysius?' 
whispered the young cleric, as his wet finger played over Aloysius' arsehole. 
'Of course!' And without more ado the religious cock was in the arse of the 
young white man, in turn shagging the black woman's cunt. Winston broke off 
from his long, slow bum-fuck with Molly, to watch this joyous threesome. 
That his wife was doing this! Promised such future fun! His wife was 
climaxing yet again....seldom did she come a second time with him alone!

Molly broke away. 'I want to be sucked by Lana!' Lana suddenly found this 
lovely white body sliding under her as she knelt on all fours. The cunt was 
right under her face now, and she pulled the lips apart, looking at the pink clit 
and red inner lips. She just had to! She licked lightly, once, experimentally, 
then again, again, and again. Then she buried her face between the white 
woman's legs and licked like fury. Winston watched, and especially the round 
white arse, shining white, of the cleric. And why not? he thought, and kneeling 
behind the curate he rested his wet knob in the arse as it moved to and fro.

'Yes! Shag me. Shag my arse. Shag this honky boy's bottom!.' Winston 
penetrated and moved in rhythm with the four on the bed, one being sucked, 
one fucked, now two buggered and two buggers! Molly it was who triggered 
the whole thing, coming with loud whoops of joy and bringing off Lana. 
Lana's cunt contractions milked the come from Aloysius as he came, spurting 
great gouts into her cunt, and his extra movements as he came brought off the 
curate, who panted as he pumped the clerical sperm into his bum, and again 
the extra movement brought off Winston, filling his first, his very first white 
arse with splashings of searing hot come.

They lay on the bed, a tangle of limbs, surprised at this first experience of 
group sex for some of them. The curate was playing with one conical brown 
tit, while Aloysius squeezed the other. The two white girls were playing with 
the black man's cock and balls. Winston was gently masturbating Molly's 
open bottom hole. He had the taste now, and decided he'd have a white 
woman's arsehole!

Lana spoke first. I'd like to have all three at once! Mouth. Bum. Cunt. I've 
always wanted that and now's the chance!'

'Me too!' said Molly. Let's toss up to see who has first go. The boys muxst 
promise not to come in the first one and spoil it. They've got to pull out before 
they come and save it for the second.'

They tossed the coin and Molly had first go. Winston got her arse . She knelt 
over the curate who forced his cock into her vagina...not that much force was 
needed. She laughed over her shoulder as Winston opened her arse with two 
fingers and then his whole hand, and then inserted the prick up her bum. 
Sandwiched now between the two men, she felt Aloysius' cock penetrate deep 
in her mouth. Six hands played with her body, slapping her bottom, squeezing 
her tits, rubbing her belly, grasping, gripping, fondling. Three mouths sought 
out delicate flesh, mouthing, biting, nibbling, kissing. She came immediately! 
It was too much for Winston, who had to roll off to fill his contract about 
coming. He was soon followed by Aloysius, who had always lusted after this 
woman! The curate managed to keep going at least ten minutes more, and the 
other two helped by caressing Molly's body, and she knew the delight of eight 
hands on her body while she came a second time. Now it was Lana's turn.


I want her arse. I've never had my wife in the bum.' This from Winston, of 
course.

'And it's my turn in her cunt, ' said the curate.

'The mouth again for me, then,' said Aloysius. 'And I'll be able to get at those 
lovely tits so much better.'

Lana knelt on all fours over the curate; a little shiver of excitement went 
through her body as her nipples brushed his chest. She lowered herself onto his 
cock and felt its length boring into her, parting the cuntlips and stretching the 
passage of her vagina. This day of orgies had left her lubricated by her own 
juices and those of other men, and it slipped easy in till her pubic bone was 
resting on his. She ground her clit against his body. Winston knelt behind her, 
his 
wife, and gently kissed her arsehole. He penetrated it with his tongue, and she 
giggled as she thought of the thousands of times he must have wanted to do 
this. She liked the feeling.....he ought to have said a long time ago he wanted 
to bugger her. She felt a sudden tender love for her man as she moved up and 
down on the curate's stiff prick. 'Be gentle, Winston! Darling!' She felt his 
admiring hands wander over her arse, tickling and stimulating the flesh as he 
pressed and caressed her rounded buttocks.

Then she felt the insistant knob at her arsehole. A shove. Pain! More and it 
was in past the rim of the knob. It still hurt! Another shove, and it was right up 
her. Motionless. Speared by ten inches of white cock in her cunt and nine 
inches of black cock in her anus, she daren't move.

Winston it was who broke the spell, as he started to shag with long, slow 
thrusts into her bottom. The curate fucked in unison with these. Aloysius lay 
beside her head and stuck his cock into her mouth, not resting but actively 
shagging her throat! His hands, as he promised, were on her bosoms and she 
could feel the sensitized nipples reacting. As if they were joined to her enraged 
cunt and clit. She squirmed, and would have liked to have asked him to 
squeeze her tits even harder, but couldn't with her mouth full of white cock. 
But he did of course squeeze them as his passion rose. She knew how good 
they were, and how every man she met, from thirteen up, at least stared at 
them, and in many cases found an excuse to feel their firm elasticity. This was 
why she wore see-through blouses whenever there was an excuse. She loved 
sending men mad with lust!

Hands on her tits, hands fondling her arse. Two other hands roaming all over 
her body...belly, hips, bum, tits, shoulders, till she was a tingling mass of 
sensitized flesh. The three cocks were probing every orifice, in full depth, and 
she was aware of the masculine urgency in all of them. Her hands grasped at 
Aloysius' arse, pulling him into her, fully into her mouth, her tongue working 
on the shaft. The curate swore, most unclerical  language as he came. He lay 
still under the black girl as his two fellows continued. He rolled out from 
under, and watched as the younger man came between those ebony lips, 
watching the copious spunk spill out as she desperately tried to swallow 
without losing a drop. Winston , seeing the spunk dripping from his wife's 
cunt, and down her chin, grasped her hips tight, and with four sharp thrusts 
came for the first time in her arse. Lana came this time....she came with a cock 
in her anus. Winston smiled, as he realised how musch better his lovelife was 
going to become. They disengaged, shagged....all of them lying panting on the 
coverlet.

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When he got back to his rooms in the vicarage that night the curate reviewed 
the day. His stay in the village was going to be interesting.A group of converts 
to group sex....all lovely and handsome, and especially the lovely negress! 
Some individual lovers, male as well as female. And the knowledge that the 
vicar, his boss, shagged the young girls of the parish. There was still, however, 
one thing to do. He picked up the phone and dialled a single number.

'Stephen here. Henrietta?'

'Yes. What is it? It's a bit late. I was going to bed.'

'I've been naughty, Mistress Henrietta.'

'Naughty? How naughty?'

'Very, Mistress. I've fucked the bride and her mother. I've buggered the best 
man, and fucked a black girl. I've been buggered by a black man. Her 
husband.'

'That is indeed very naughty. Undress, and wait for me. I'm going to punish 
you.'

She turned to her husband, the vicar, who was idly leafing through a glossy 
magazine, looking at the porn. 'That was Stephen, of course. I feel like 
whipping him. Do you want to come and join in....give him a surprise.'

'No, dearest. I've got catechism classes tomorrow evening. Delightful little 
things. And I neeed to keep my strength up for that. But you enjoy yourself, 
please...'

She opened the door and Stephen was kneeling humbly in front of the fire in 
his sitting room. He shivered in excited anticipation, his arse cheeks spread 
ready for his Mistress' pleasure. She stood there in th open doorway, 
resplendent in high heels, glossy black stockings, black leather basque drawn 
tight over her tits, black leather suspender belt, and thin, nearly transparant 
black panties enhancing rather than obscuring the triangle of  cunt-hair. She 
cast the transparant black nylon cape from her shoulders to the floor. She 
tapped the braided leather whip, shiny red, against the palm of her right hand 
as she glared at her slave.

Stephen dared to look up. 'Keep your eyes down, slave. I'll tell you what to 
look at and when to look.'

She walked over to him and said. 'Slave. Kiss the whip . Excellent. You are 
going to get nine strokes. Three horizontal, three diagonal right to left and 
three diagonal left to right.' She swung the whip through the air. He flinched at 
the swishing sound , but it only hit him on the 
fourth swish. 'One. Two. Three. There . Three straight lines, equidistant. The 
way I like them. 
'Thank you, Mistress.'

'Good. Now three more.' She crossed the three. He cried out with the fifth and 
sixth stroke. But she noticed his prick harden as he did so.

'My cunt is excited from the activities of the day, and the exertion of whipping 
you. Slave. Spread the liquid from the slit onto the outer lips so they shine 
with the oil.' She stood in front of him, her legs apart in the classic pose of 
domination, and felt his shaking hand open her cunt lips and his fingers run up 
and down the slit. As they passed over her hard little clit the pleasure was 
almost unbearable. 'I said lubricate me, not wank me. You'll suffer if you 
disobey or do more or less than asked.'

'Forgive me, Mistress. It is the beauty of your body and the softness of your 
white skin that makes me dare to lust, in an insubordinate way.' He rubbed the 
wetness on the outer lips, as always completely smooth. As he did so he 
marvelled at the firm, round arse and the soft , white flesh of her inner thighs. 
If only he dared feel them, fondle them.....Her cunt lips were indeed wide open 
now, and they glistened with her lust juices.

'Now three more to cross the others and make a satisfying lattice work on your 
arse. One. Two. Three.' While the weals come up you may lick my high 
heels.' Grasping one ankle reverently in both hands, he licked the patent 
leather shoe, and then the other. His prick was now urgently erect! Standing 
over him she nudged the springy cock with the pointed toe of her shoe, then 
pushed it down against his flat belly, allowing it to spring up again when she 
took her foot off it. She laughed. Her toe now between his legs, lifting the 
balls; the prick twitching. A drop of come in the eye. Now a stiletto heel hard 
against the arsehole, the sole of the shoe crushing into his cock. She saw him 
wriggle, part in pain, part pleasure. his eyes soaking up the strong, rounded 
forms of the body towering above him.

'Kneel again. You make lick my arsehole.' She bent over  and he placed his 
mouth, with religious awe, between the white, rounded hemispheres of her 
arse, crushing his  face into the bum-cleavage. She felt his tongue lick her 
arsehole frantically, and penetrate it. Her cunt was on fire for this beautiful, 
servile, male body. She felt his probing tongue slip downwards and bathe itself 
in the cunt juices flowing from her slit, his hands fondling her arsecheeks.

'I said to lick my arse not my cunt, dirty little boy! Do what you're told, 
slave!' and she welted his arse with the short whip, 'Not what you desire.' 
slash. 'Understand?' Slash.

From her bag she took a sort of handcuffs. The padlocks on the wristlets were 
stainless steel, and they were joined by a wide black leather strap. She fixed 
his hands behind his back as he knelt. A hand between his legs , she squeezed 
his bollocks, eliciting a cry of pain. Good, she thought, and did it again. Then 
she grasped his dick, still hard despite the excruciating pain....or perhaps 
because of it. Holding his prick she slapped his bottom with her open hand, 
adding a pink flush to the stylish lattice of weals over the firm white flesh. 
Taking a leather strap from the bag she strapped his thighs together. The 
padlock clicked in place as she spoke. 'You're going to be buggered, and by a 
prick bigger and harder than the one you had this afternoon.'

She strapped on a gross, black dildo to her hips, making sure the shiny leather 
that passed between her legs sat tight on her clitoris for maximum friction. 
'Lick this! Do it well! It's the only lubrication you're getting, unless that spunk 
is still up in you. She shoved her cunt and the dildo against his mouth, and 
forced him to swallow the whole, huge length. Then behind him, and brutally 
up his arse, spanking him with each thrust across his already martyrised 
bottom.

Her thighs pressing against his wholly masculine bottom, the dildo completely 
swallowed within his arse, and the hard strap against her clit, separating her 
cunt lips, she rested. Or rather, no longer bashing it in and out, she held her 
pubic bone, the mound shaven bare, hard against him and rotating her hips 
rubbed herself against the leather. Reaching beneath him, she squeezed his 
balls with one hand and his stiff prick with the other, pulling him to her as she 
came, silently, not to give her slave the satisfaction of knowing his mistress' 
lust for his body.

'Over here!' She untied the belt but not yet the cuffs. He stumbled as she 
pushed him roughly towards a window where the curtains were discretely 
closed. She undid the cuffs, stretched his arms up and fastened the cuffs again 
so he was suspended from the curtian rail, a heavy, oak beam. To her bag 
again, aware of his eyes following her as she walked across the room, her 
bottom jiggling and rolling as she went on her high, high heels. Back to the 
window again, his eyes wide now as her bare breasts wobbled seductively. A 
heavy, black, satin hood over his face, making sure her long nipples brushed 
his chest, making her juices flow and giving her the satisfaction of seeing his 
erect cock twitch as the tits touched him.

Now a coiled , black-leather whip, about five feet long. 'You will have to 
admire my skill with this, slave. I  learned its use in Africa.' She swung it and 
cracked it. He flinched as the end cracked inches from his turgid cock. Again! 
And the third time she let him have it, not on his cock or balls, but the tip 
coiling about his upper body with a stinging embrace. He screamed....'Mercy!' 
At the other end of the house, the vicar smiled. Pulling the mouthhole in his 
mask open, she shoved her panties in his mouth, and hit him again.
                                                                           
A pause while her hands wandered over his body, feeling the strong chest, 
firm, hairy thighs, muscular, soft-skinned buttock...so woefully marked ! , and 
above all the swelling bollocks and the  shaft of his fine prick. He was 
blindfold and couldn't see her kneel in front of him and take his knob into her 
mouth, running her tongue around its rim. Then the whole shaft, in a classic 
gobbling, sucking, tonguing fellation.

Her hands felt the weight of his balls, and then, in a paroxism of lust she 
shagged herself with the whip handle, achieving a huge climax, the juices even 
running down her legs.

Leaving the hood on him she released him. 'Now, slave, lick your Mistress' 
cunt and clit.  Let me see how far you can stick your tongue. If you make me 
come within five minutes I'll spare you further punishment. If you fail, then it 
will be days before you want a cock or cunt again. Now , go to it!'

She lay on the bed her appetising legs outspread. He cast about, looking for 
her, and his hands met her breast; he was orientated. In a second his tongue 
was in her cunt, the leather of his mask on her open cunt lips. He was using all 
his arts to please her. A hand moulded her lovely breasts while the other felt 
her rounded bottom cheeks. But most important, his tongue stimulated cunt, 
clit, vagina. The sensation in her breasts, round her arse, and above all in her 
juicy slit was very powerful. She held his cock in her hand, telling herself 
she'd ride him soon. And so she came, well within her five minutes.

'You've done well, slave. Now I'll ride you to your climax. Only beware! 
Don't come before I do or you'll regret it!' Shoving him over onto his back, 
she got astride, facing his hidden head, and dropped onto his cock, held in her 
right hand. Now she shagged him hard, her hands pressing on his chest, 
teasing and nipping his firm little male nipples.  'Squeeze my tits!' she 
ordered, and felt his hands press and fondle them, making her cunt twitch with 
pleasure deep  inside her. Harder she shagged him till she collapsed on him, 
yelling, 'Come, you dirty bugger, come in a cunt you filthy little curate!' As 
her spasms wracked her body she felt his hot come splash into her, his hands 
beating a tattoo on her broad bottom.

They lay side-by-side, and smoked. 'Undress me.' Nervously he unclipped the 
dozen or so catches on her waspie and rolled the stockings down. Naked she 
really was superb, he thought. 'I shall spend the night in your bed. Lay with 
your mouth on my cunt, and clean up the come and cunt juice. I'll lick your 
prick.'

In another bedroom, the vicar looked at his watch. No chance of Henrietta 
coming back now. Oh well, have to amuse himself He wnt over to his 
wardrobe and took out some undies. Matching purple lace and satin panties, 
and glossy stockings. Lovely he murmured as he pressed the silks to his 
cheek.! With the skill of years he quickly put on the panties and rolled the 
stockings up his legs. He looked at himself in the mirror...his cock , hard, held 
in his hand. Now to bed with the photo album. Searching through it he found 
what he was looking for. Ah, yes! Here was Penny , eight years ago or so. A 
shy little virgin, posing naked for him. And on the page opposite, a less shy 
girl a couple of hours later....no longer a virgin! Pity they have to grow up, he 
thought as he wanked. Mustn't come, though....catechism classes tomorrow.

                                                          FINIS