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.' ................................................. 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!' .......................................... 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. ......................................................................... 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.' .................................................. 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. ............................................ 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