Vicar of Chigwell Ch. 06

Date: 01.02.2010

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"Hey, there's nothing from that stuff on me at all. I didn't need to get stripped at all!"

"Yes I know," giggled Maureen. "But I thought the girls would like to see your famous bod. Isn't that right girls?" Amid a chorus of ribald comments as they again crowded around him, David grinned his devilish grin.

"Okay girls, who's first for some benediction? I understand that's part of the deal and I'm in need of succour."

"We'll go by seniority and that would normally be me. However, I've got to get this mould fully set and copies made," said Joan. "Mary will take care of you and then Jeanette, probably both at the same given the way they are drooling. The rest of you get the production line ready."

Mary was a woman in her sixties, plump with two big torpedo shaped breasts. She gripped him by the hand and started out of the room. She was joined by Jeanette, a small but voluptuous red head who flung her hands around his middle from behind and rubbed her big roundish breasts against his back and worried her prominent mound against his backside. She yelled out at the others who were donning their smocks, "I'll give you a report when we finish girls. I'm sure this one is going to give better benediction, or dick for that matter, than poor old Brother Jonas. Yum, yum, yummy yum yum!"

An hour later, and having enjoyed the lascivious fucking of the two gratefully eager nuns both of whom had been at the convent in the old days of garden toil and religious mumbo jumbo, the vicar of Chigwell, suitably content returned to the Mother Superior's office where she was working at her computer.

"A drink to celebrate, vicar?"

"Lovely. Yes, a Dom Perignon would be most suitable, and apt." They clinked glasses and toasted each other.

Maureen smiled warmly at him. "You've made the girls very happy and a replica of your cock is going to make them happier after work. Come and have a look. I've been preparing the promotional literature." She sat down and fiddled with the mouse. A picture of his cock and balls in fleshy tones occupied most of the screen. He leaned forward for a closer look and inhaled the fresh apple scent of her dark hair and then took the opportunity to look down the ravine of her breast cleavage.

He put his arm around her shoulders and turned her to look at him. "Does the Mother Superior of the Sisters of Our Lady of Succour receive benediction as well?"

"Surely, you jest. I saw you in action with Sisters Mary and Jeanette on the closed circuity security system. You can't possibly want to give more benediction." She moaned as David pulled her to her feet and kissed her hotly while running his hand up her skirt at the back and feeling the silky smoothness of her thigh.

He leaned back from the dazed Maureen. "Wanna bet, sweetheart. Having you will top off my day." Rutter put down both their wine glasses and proceeded to undo the buttons of her suit top. "Hhmm, what do we have here. A magnificent set of milky white, blue veined tits. With utterly delectable nipples as well. Worth more than a chew, I'd say. Let's have that off. Now down with the skirt. Absolutely beautiful. Lean back while I give your pussy a lovely tonguing. That's guaranteed to get me hard in no time."

Rutter ran his rigid tongue up and down her nicely juicing folds unsurprised by the sudden appearance of a rigid clitoris the size of a peanut. He suckled briefly while pushing a finger into her clammy depths. The other hand was busy fondling, kneading and pinching the large firm breasts heaving above his head. He stood and rapidly divested himself of his suit and, pulling her large meaty thighs apart, drove his lance halfway into her pulsing pussy. "Arrrgh, that's hot and juicy. Here's the rest." And drove his plundering cock in to the hilt to lodge against her rigid cervix.

She laid back and hugged his neck like she was afraid he would suddenly leave. Panting and moaning and crying out his name, she bathed his thrusting cock with gushing girly cum as she clung to his driving hips with her strong thighs. He reared up, plunged his cock head to depths of her steamy cunt and loosed a torrent of hot scalding sperm. "Aah take that, you horny nun, you. Jeez you're a great fuck. And that, and that." He climbed on the desk and sat on her heaving breasts. "Lick it clean, that's a good girl, I just love a mouth bath after a juicy fuck like that."

Finally, his cock cleaned and starting to shrivel, he pushed himself off her and stood by the desk surveying the voluptuous nude body of the Mother Superior, her heaving breasts and her glistening pouting pussy lips that leaked a combination of there juices down between her still spread thighs onto her polished desk top. "Did I pass the benediction test, sweetie?" he asked.

"Oooh yes, vicar. Yes oh yes. I must insist that I be bene... bene... oh fuck, dicked on a regular basis."

"My pleasure, absolutely my pleasure, dear lady."

Marcia McNab, housekeeper, verger and general factotum to the vicar of Chigwell was having a late coffee with the Reverend Fran Jessop who was staying another night in the hope that she would receive another porking from the vicar when the man in question strode into the room.

"Afternoon girls. I've had a fascinating day." And proceeded to tell them leaving nothing out. "Here, I've brought you both a present." He flipped two boxes at them and watched highly amused as they opened them to discover replicas of his rigid cock in flesh like tones. "They should keep you both on the boil until you get the real thing." He leaned over and gently gave Marcia a kiss. "And you're well overdue, old girl. I'm for a shower. Care to scrub my back, Rev?" He exited and laughed out loud as he heard the crashing of the chair as she eagerly leapt to comply.