The Reverend David White is the new vicar of the sleepy village of Bedlington. Little does he know, the villagers are a sordid and debauched group of sex addicts like no other. Join me for this short, fun and blasphemous tale of little England...

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Chapter 1

The Reverend David White pulled up at the little stone church in his battered Ford Escort and climbed out. It was a beautiful country church in rural England, over four hundred years old and topped with a spire. Set in large green grounds and surrounded by a cemetery, it was the focal point of the quiet village of Bedlington.

David walked through the lychgate and up the stone path. The cemetery was quite overgrown. Tidying up the grounds would have to be one of his first tasks. The previous vicar had passed away three months ago, and David had only just been appointed as his successor. Things had obviously gotten a little out of hand.

He tried the large wooden church door, but it was locked. He was a little early to meet the verger after all.

“Reverend!” said a voice behind him. He turned to see a plump middle aged woman with enormous breasts. “Wonderful to meet you,” she said, extending a hand.

“David White,” he said, introducing himself and shaking her hand, “and you must be…”

“Helen Mitchell, the verger.” she said, pumping his arm up and down enthusiastically. She was a happy looking and bubbly woman and he warmed to her immediately.

She unlocked the ancient wooden doors and led him inside. The air was thick with the scent of old hymn books and polished pews. "Welcome to St. Mary's, Reverend," she said with a warm smile, her eyes bright with pride. "Let me show you around."

Her footsteps echoed softly on the worn stone floor as she gestured towards the intricately carved pulpit. "This is where you'll deliver your sermons, Reverend," she explained, tracing a finger along the delicate patterns. "I think you’ll find that our congregation is a lot more open minded on… certain issues than most. The previous vicar, Reverend Mackenzie, always gave well appreciated sermons."

Moving towards the stained glass windows, Helen’s voice took on a reverent tone. "Our windows tell the stories of saints and miracles," she said, the morning sunlight streaming through the vibrant colours. "They're a source of inspiration for our congregation."

The windows were indeed quite impressive. David paused to study them, there did seem to be some unusual themes though. Was that a procession of naked women in the corner? Nudity wasn’t completely unknown in religious stained glass but these women all had surprisingly large breasts. And in that other corner there was a nun on her knees in front of a man, probably just an accidental placement, but still.

Helen showed him the rest of the church. It was quite a beautiful example of English Gothic architecture. "St. Mary's may be small, but it holds a lot of love and history within its walls." she said and he nodded in agreement. “Some people even say that there is a mysterious Saint buried under the church, and that his ghost guides the people of the village to obtain whatever they desire,” she added.

Well, David didn’t believe any of that nonsense, but he nodded along with her crazy ramblings. She led Reverend White towards the vestry, a small room tucked away behind the altar.

"This is where you'll prepare for services, Reverend," Helen said, gesturing towards the simple wooden desk and chair. "You'll find everything you need here; robes, prayer books, candles, lube."

David frowned in confusion, what was that last thing she said?

She moved towards a tall wooden cabinet, opening it to reveal rows of neatly folded robes in various sizes and colours. "The vestments are in here," she explained, running her fingers over the rich fabrics. "One for every significance and purpose."

As they stood together in the quiet room, Helen smiled warmly at the new Reverend. Then, completely unexpectedly, she pulled down her elasticated top and exposed her enormous breasts. They were quite impressive, hanging down to her ample stomach and lined with stretch marks. Her nipples were pale and the size of dinner plates.

“Would you like to get to know me properly now or later Reverend?” she asked.

David couldn’t believe his eyes. “Er…” he began, completely at a loss for words. “I…” he stammered. This had never happened to him in his thirty years in the church and he didn’t know how to react.

“I don’t think…” he began again.

Helen tucked her enormous tits back into her dress. “Understood Reverend, I’m sure you want to settle in first, it’s just that the previous vicar always wanted to start the day with a release.”

“Yes, well…” he said, uncomfortably aware that his cock was throbbing and hard in his underpants, “I think we’ll be doing things slightly differently around here now.”

“As you wish vicar,” she said, nodding her head in deference. “Well, I’ll leave you to settle in, give me a call if you need anything, my number is on the wall there with the other members of the church committee and the parish council.”

Helen left and he had the feeling he might have offended her, but his mind was reeling with what had just happened. She had seemed nice, but perhaps she had some mental issues, he thought. They’d probably given her the verger job out of kindness. The church welcomed everyone, whatever their problems of course.

He sat down at the desk and started looking through the church accounts. After a while, he heard the sound of singing coming through the door. He went back into the nave of the church. The choir were in the chancel doing a vocal warm up. They seemed to be mainly girls, a little older than usual, he judged that they were all over eighteen at least and some in their early twenties.

He sat in a pew and listened to their angelic voices. It was quite beautiful. When they took a break he went and introduced himself to them all. Everyone seemed very friendly and pleased to make his acquaintance.

Some of the girls were exceptionally beautiful and their choir gowns had very low necklines. He tried to avert his eyes, but the cleavage of one or two was just too enticing. He cursed himself for his weakness as he stole little glances. He would have to have a word with the Choir Master about more appropriate outfits.

They started to practise another hymn and he headed back to the vestry, the sounds of their singing soaring to the roof and filling his heart with happiness.

After a while the singing stopped. David was just putting some files back in the small filing cabinet when the door to the vestry opened and two of the choir girls came in. They were two of the prettiest and both of them had impressive cleavage almost falling out of their gowns. He’d definitely have to get that changed.

“Hello…” he began, struggling to remember their names. They both looked very similar and had long, straight blonde hair.

“Oliva and Alice,” Oliva reminded him.

“Of course. Wonderful singing,” he said, “Like the voices of angels.”

“Thank you vicar, that’s kind of you to say,” said Alice, blushing prettily.

The girls came over to him. He noticed that the gowns were also unusually short, their lower thighs visible. Olivia touched his arm and moved very close to him, he could feel the warmth of her body against his.

“Er, I don’t think this is appropriate…” he began, but trailed off as Olivia started stroking his face.

Alice lifted her dress straight off over her head. She was wearing simple white knickers and a white bra. Her body was perfect, with large pert breasts. David’s heart started racing and he felt his dick hardening in his trousers.

“Jesus!” said David, “Cover yourself girl,”

“Why?” said Alice, reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. It fell to the floor, revealing her heavy breasts in all their glory, “Reverend Mackenzie always gave us a reward after the hard work of choir practice. Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

“Er… of course… but,” he stammered. Alice stepped forward and knelt in front of him. She started to unbuckle his belt. He was about to object, but was distracted by Olivia also lifting her gown over her head. If anything, her breasts were even bigger than Alice’s.

His cock was rock hard and it was giving Alice some problems getting his trousers off. When she finally managed to get his underwear down, his cock sprang free, pointing straight up. The two girls looked at it in admiration.

“Oh, Reverend, it’s so big,” gasped Alice, taking hold of it in one hand.

Olivia’s bra dropped to the floor too. Her breasts were wonderful, her nipples large and erect. She knelt down next to Alice. “It’s enormous,” said Olivia, “it must be twice the size of the old vicar’s.”

Olivia stuck her tongue out and ran it all the way up his shaft from the base to the tip, causing him to ache and throb even more. He couldn’t stop them now, he looked upwards and offered a silent prayer.

Alice licked the length of his cock too, but when she reached the tip she took the whole thing in her mouth, deeper than he thought possible. She started to bob her head, causing waves of pleasure to radiate out through his body while Alice stroked his shaft with her hand. “I can hardly get my hand round it!” giggled Alice.

It had been many years since David had been with a woman, and he also tried to refrain from the sin of masturbation as much as possible. It wasn’t a surprise therefore when his cock suddenly erupted, spewing cum all over the faces of the two girls. Load after load pulsed out, covering their faces and dripping down their breasts. They both squealed and giggled with delight.

“Oh my goodness,” laughed Alice, “There’s so much! Didn’t they take care of you properly at your last church?”

They licked the cum off each other’s faces and breasts. David went to get a towel from the cupboard and handed it to them. “I’m so sorry girls, I don’t know what came over me.”

“More like you came over us,” laughed Olivia.

“Yes, and so inappropriate, please accept my apologies, I will be spending a long time in meditation and prayer to understand why I behaved so appallingly.” he said, shame burning his face.

“Oh don’t worry vicar,” said Alice, “It’s probably because you hadn’t come for a while, I’m sure next time you’ll last longer.”

The girls got dressed and both gave him a kiss on the cheek, making him blush again. “See you tomorrow!” they said as they left.

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To be continued...

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