Chapter 3

The dinner party was a merry affair. Gloria, the host, was thin and horsey looking, with an almost completely flat chest. She was however wearing thigh high leather riding boots, that were causing David’s cock to stir in his pants every time she crossed her legs. Gloria’s husband was dressed in tweed and looked every bit a farmer.

There were two other middle aged couples invited. The first, Jenny and James, ran the sweet shop in the village and they were both chubby and jolly.

The other couple comprised a more serious man called Steve who was an accountant and his much younger wife Tiffany. Although Steve was dressed somberly in a suit, Tiffany was dressed like a hooker, with a very short leather skirt, crop top and bright red lipstick. They seemed like an odd couple.

The final guest was a single lady called Amanda. She was in her fifties and it turned out she was the local vet. She was a no-nonsense sort of person, but quick to laugh. She had huge curls of ginger hair and enormous breasts which she displayed in a low-cut summer dress.

David cleared his throat, and tried to make conversation with the couple next to him. "So, Jenny, James, how’s the sweet shop business?"

Jenny giggled, her cheeks rosy. "Oh, David, it’s been sweet as ever! The kids love our new gummy worms."

James leaned in, winking. "And the adults love our ‘special’ fudge, if you know what I mean."

David chuckled, not knowing what he meant at all. "I’m sure they do. What’s special about it?"

“Well, there’s a secret ingredient that makes sure the gentlemen don’t have any… disappointing performances, shall we say.”

Jenny laughed loudly, rubbing her hand on David’s thigh. “We’ve saved many a marriage with our special fudge,” she said.

Steve, the accountant, frowned slightly, adjusting his tie. "I hope your accounts are in order. The taxman isn't as sweet."

"Oh, lighten up, Steve!" Tiffany exclaimed, her bright red lipstick shining as she laughed. "It's a party, not a tax seminar."

“And what do you do?” David asked Tiffany.

“Oh, I’m an escort,” she said casually, causing David to choke on the mouthful of wine he was just taking.

“She might be a whore, but she’s one that declares all her earnings with HMRC, unlike some!” interjected Steve. “And charges VAT at the correct rate.”

Gloria leaned forward, interrupting. "David, you’ve been here a week now. Settling in alright?"

"Yes, Gloria, everyone’s been very welcoming," David replied, trying not to stare at her boots again and wondering if it was written on his face just how debauched his first week had been. He definitely needed to get a grip on himself.

Amanda, the vet, raised her glass. "Well, welcome to the village, David! May your sermons be as lively as Gloria’s famous dinner parties!"

Everyone laughed, and David nodded. "I’ll do my best, Amanda."

Gloria’s husband, Peter, spoke up, his voice deep. "Don’t let them scare you, David. We’re all harmless. Mostly."

Gloria stood and began clearing the plates. "Right, let's move into the living room, it’s time for this evening’s little game."

David tried to keep his thoughts pure despite Gloria bending down to put the plates in the dishwasher and her sensible skirt riding up enough that he caught a glimpse of her knickers. He smiled. "A game sounds fun."

The group followed Gloria into the cosy living room, settling on the plush sofas and chairs. Gloria disappeared for a moment and returned with a small bowl filled with folded slips of paper.

"Alright," Gloria announced with a mischievous glint in her eye. "We're going to play a little matching game. Everyone will pick a slip of paper, and whoever you match with, well, you'll spend some time getting to know each other better." She winked, causing David to blush slightly, although he assumed it was all in good fun.

"Sounds exciting!" Tiffany chirped, crossing her legs in her skimpy outfit. “I’ll go first.”

She put her hand in the bowl and pulled out a piece of paper. “Peter!” she read out.

Peter smiled, stood up and held out his hand to her. “Let’s use the master bedroom,” he said in his deep voice. She got up and he led her from the room without a word, her hips swaying provocatively. This wasn’t quite what David was expecting and he looked confused.

Gloria offered the bowl to Steve and he pulled out a piece of paper. Unfolding it, he said, “Jenny. Again.”

Jenny laughed, bouncing up out of her seat. “What are the chances of you getting me three times in a row,” she laughed.

“One in eleven thousand and twenty five,” said Steve instantly, rolling his eyes as if it was a stupid question.

“Well, whatever it is, get upstairs and get your pants off, I’m wetter than a melted gummy bear.” she giggled, slapping him firmly on the ass as he left the room.

David was getting a sick feeling in his stomach. Had he really stumbled into a wife swapping party?

Gloria offered the bowl to James. “Gloria!” he read out, with a smirk. “And you can leave those boots on!” he said.

“Oh you saucy thing!” said Gloria. “Right, that leaves our two singles, David and Amanda. I’m sorry, you’ll have to use the living room.” She grabbed James’ hand and dragged him out of the room.

Amanda came and sat next to David. They were alone now, and David felt very uncomfortable. He edged away from her slightly on the sofa. “Look, Amanda, I don’t know if you realised why you were here tonight, but this isn’t the sort of thing…”

Amanda didn’t seem to be listening to him, she reached down to the hem of her summer dress and pulled it all the way off over her head. “My goodness, she has large knockers,” thought David, mesmerised. They were very impressive, restrained in a lacy red bra. Her large chest was slightly flushed and covered in freckles.

He glanced at her matching red knickers. Tufts of ginger pubes stuck out from either side, and ran down her thighs. He was about to say something, but was suddenly lost for words. Before he knew what was happening, her hand was on his cheek and her tongue was his mouth. She kissed him enthusiastically, making his cock instantly hard and his heart race. Why did this keep happening to him?

“Relax, David,” Amanda murmured against his lips. “It’s just a bit of fun.”

David’s mind was reeling. “But I’m a vicar,” he managed to stammer.

“The previous vicar was a regular at these dinner parties,” Amanda said, her hands moving down to his shirt buttons.

His shirt open, she stroked his chest, “I love a hairy man,” she purred.

Amanda’s fingers moved lower, unfastening David’s trousers, her touch sending electric shivers up his spine. She slid them down, revealing his straining boxers.

"Goodness, David," she murmured, her eyes widening as she tugged down his boxers, freeing his fully erect dick. "I’ve seen horses with smaller cocks!"

David's face turned a deep shade of crimson. "I, um, I didn’t think..."

Amanda chuckled, her vet’s eye appraising him with professional curiosity. "Well, aren’t you full of surprises? Now, don’t worry, this is something I know how to handle."

Her hands wrapped around his shaft, and David let out an involuntary moan, his head falling back against the sofa. Amanda’s grip was firm but gentle as she took him in her warm, wet mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming, and he gripped the sofa cushions, trying not to come immediately. She worked him expertly, her tongue swirling around his length, her hand pumping in rhythm and then her mouth sinking right down, taking him deep into her throat.

"Amanda," he gasped, unable to hold back. "I can’t…"

He came, filling her mouth with cum. She swallowed a couple of times, but it was too much. She pulled away, cum dripping down her chin as he spurted again and again over her hand and on to the sofa.

“My goodness,” she said, “That was a big load.”

“I’m so sorry…” he began, about to apologise for taking advantage of her, but she interrupted him.

“It’s no problem, I take premature ejaculation as a compliment,” she said with a no nonsense tone, “Why don’t you relax and we’ll have you hard again in no time.”

She stood and regarded him seductively, then she started to dance for him, swaying her hips and rubbing her enormous breasts in their bra. She turned around, bending over and letting him see her from behind. Her knickers covered her opening, but just barely. All around he could see her wild red hair that looked like she had never trimmed it.

She turned back to David, and started rubbing her soft, squidgy breasts on his face. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, which fell to the floor. Her tits were quite impressive, very pale, with large areola that covered a large proportion of them. She smothered him with them, sitting on his lap and grinding herself against his leg.

David’s cock was already stirring again as she moved away and lay back on the sofa. She slipped her knickers off and opened her legs, showing her gaping cunt to him. Her lips were large and swollen, and he could see deep inside her gaping pink cunt. She looked him in the eyes as she started to finger herself with three fingers at once.

She moaned and arched her back as she fucked herself. As her fingers came out of her, he could see they were soaking wet before she plunged them back in. She finger fucked herself furiously with one hand as the other groped her breast and pulled on her nipples. Her climax built until suddenly she released, screaming and squirting in a fountain all over the leather sofa.

David was rock hard. Throwing caution to the wind he climbed on top of her between her spread legs and buried his big cock all the way inside her hairy cunt. She moaned loudly, her fingers digging painfully into his back.

“Fuck, David,” Amanda gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. “You’re cock is fucking amazing.”

David could hardly believe what was happening. Just minutes ago, he was enjoying a sensible dinner party in his new role as the village vicar, and now here he was, thrusting into Amanda with a passion he hadn’t known he possessed. Every movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, and he could feel Amanda’s climax building once more.

David increased his pace, each thrust bringing them both closer to the edge. He felt her tighten around him, her body tensing as she reached her peak. Amanda’s scream of pleasure filled the room as she came, her body shuddering beneath him. David slowed his pace, feeling her muscles twitch and pulse around his cock. But even as the waves of her climax subsided, he felt an insistent desire growing within him.

"Turn over," he instructed, surprising himself with his boldness.

Amanda complied eagerly, getting on all fours on the sofa and arching her back, presenting herself to him. The sight of her round arse and the wild, untamed ginger hair between her legs made his cock twitch with anticipation. Her tight asshole, surrounded by darker skin only made him more aroused. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly.

He teased her for a moment, rubbing the head of his cock against her wet, swollen lips, making her moan in frustration. "David, please," she whimpered, pushing back against him. He’d never had sex like this before.

With a deep groan, he plunged into her, filling her completely. Amanda gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the sofa as he began to thrust.

Amanda's moans grew louder, her body rocking with each powerful thrust. "Yes, David, fuck me harder," she cried out, her voice raw with passion. David obliged, his pace quickening, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.

"Oh, God, yes! I'm going to cum again!" she shouted, her voice trembling.

The intensity of her second orgasm was almost too much for David. As she convulsed around him, he let himself go, his climax crashing over him and making his vision go black. He thrust into her one last time, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his cum.

They collapsed together onto the sofa, both of them breathless and sated. David pulled Amanda close, their bodies still intertwined, and they lay there in a blissful silence. From the open door to the rest of the house, they could hear the sounds of moaning and rhythmic banging as the other couple continued to fuck in the other rooms.

Amanda turned her head and kissed him softly. "Well, Vicar," she said with a satisfied sigh, "I think you're going to fit in here just fine. And please, for the love of God, come and see me again with that massive cock."

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To be continued...

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