Chapter 2

Unloading his few possessions from the car, the Reverend David White moved into the vicarage just across from the church. It was a lovely little cottage, several hundred years old with low ceilings and exposed beams.

He was still feeling bad about taking advantage of the two choir girls, something that was totally out of character for him. Around midnight, he was about to go up to bed when he suddenly had the overwhelming urge to pray. Not content with praying in his house, he decided to cross the road and go and pray in the church. Maybe God would hear him better there.

However, as he walked under the lychgate and through the graveyard, he heard the sounds of a female in distress. Hurriedly, he headed off from the main path and around the side of the church, almost tripping over gravestones as he went.

By the light of the full moon, one of the bigger tombs came into view. He stopped in his tracks. Laying on the flat top of the tomb was a naked girl. She was quite chubby, with jet black hair, dark Goth makeup and enormous breasts. She was with two men, both dressed as Goths too. One was to the side, his erect cock in her mouth. The other was between her legs, his hips pumping back and forth as he fucked her hard.

With every thrust of his hips, she let out a cry, not of distress as he had first thought but of ecstasy. Her tits wobbled and bounced back and forth as he thrust inside her. Not knowing what else to do, David quickly hid behind one of the gravestones. He knew he should intervene and put a stop to the debauchery, but his cock was suddenly hard and aching in his trousers and he told himself he’d just watch for a few seconds more.

The man that was fucking her withdrew and David saw that his cock was wet and glistening with her essence. He swapped places with the other man and she hungrily pulled his cock into her mouth, moving her head back and forth as she sucked on it. The other man moved between her legs and guided his erection inside her folds, framed with a dark patch of hair. Soon she was moaning with pleasure again.

David was rock hard at the erotic sight, and even though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t resist touching himself through his trousers, squeezing his cock and feeling the pleasure rush through his body.

The man fucking her pulled out, and held his cock as streams of cum erupted from him over her stomach. The one at her head did similar, pulling his cock out of her eager mouth and directing his cock to her ample breasts, releasing his streams of cum over them.

David’s cock was aching, and he must have made a small noise as one of the men suddenly looked over in his direction. Crouching low, David quickly headed away through the graves at a run, his heart racing with panic. He knew he should have confronted them, but he didn’t want them to know he had stopped to watch, or see the obvious bulge in his trousers.

***

David didn’t get much sleep that night, and what sleep he did get was haunted by erotic dreams. He awoke with a fiercely hard erection that didn’t go down even in the cold shower he took. However, it was Sunday and he had to give his first sermon at the church.

He arrived a little late, and the churchyard was already buzzing with parishioners. He couldn’t believe how big the congregation was for such a small village. The people here must be very religious.

Heading to the vestry, he found Helen already there, laying out his robes.

“Reverend White,” she greeted him warmly, “What a lovely day. You must be looking forward to your first sermon.”

“I certainly am Helen,” he replied, “Although after what I’ve seen around the village since I’ve arrived, I think I’m going to give it on the topic of chastity and modesty.” He gave her a meaningful look, remembering her exposing herself at their first meeting.

“That sounds like an unusual topic, vicar,” she said absentmindedly as she arranged his robes on the desk, “Now, let’s get you changed.”

She walked over to him and started to unbutton his shirt. “Um, I think I can manage on my own, thank you,” he said.

“Nonsense vicar,” she replied, “I know my job, Reverend Mackenzie trained me well.”

“Erm, I…” he began, but now she was undoing the belt on his trousers. As he looked down, he could see down her top at her enormous, stretch marked breasts. He felt his cock stiffen again. She dropped his trousers to the floor and he felt her hand on his erection through his underwear.

“Oh my goodness,” she said with a big grin, “You’re quite different from the Reverend Mackenzie, God rest his soul.”

She was massaging his cock now, making it rock hard. He knew he should stop her, but it felt so good, waves of pleasure radiating out from his penis and spreading through his whole body. He let out a little whimper and closed his eyes.

“The Reverend Mackenzie never liked to give a sermon with blue balls,” she said, “He always said that it was better to feel relaxed before sharing the word of God.” She pulled his cock out of his pants now and admired it. “He certainly wasn’t blessed in the penis size department though,” she giggled, “Not like you, Reverend. You must have been first in the queue when God was handing out dicks!”

Then she turned around and bent over the desk. She hiked her dress up over her bottom. He was shocked to see that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. Bent over the desk, she pulled her cheeks open with her hands, spreading her hairy cunt wide open. And it was exceptionally hairy, her pubic hair spreading over her inner thighs and up around her asshole.

David was mesmerised by her open vagina and he could see right into the pink hole, wet with her essence. He knew he shouldn’t, but his aching cock had other ideas. Cursing himself for being weak, he thrust his cock into her waiting hole. It went in easily, and he pushed it all the way in, right up to his balls.

“Oh my God!”, she exclaimed. He started to fuck her, holding her wide hips. “Holy fuck!” she cried out with each thrust.

Her cunt felt amazing, smothering and massaging his cock with its smooth wetness. He was aware that her hand was underneath her, rubbing her clit as he took her hard. He let himself go, ceasing to worry about what he was doing and enjoying every sensation as the waves of pleasure washed through him.

“God almighty!” she suddenly cried, and he felt her start to shake as an intense orgasm consumed her. This was too much for David and he felt himself release as he came inside her. His vision went black and his legs felt so weak he had to collapse on top of her as load after load of cum pulsed out of his throbbing cock into her.

When he finally recovered, he hastily withdrew, a rush of shame washing over him. How could he have been so weak again? Helen remained motionless face down on the desk. He watched as his cum began to leak out of her, matting her thick curls of hair and dripping onto the floor.

When Helen finally recovered, she stood upright and straightened her dress. “Thank you vicar, I’m sure you’ll feel much more relaxed now,” she said, “Now let’s get you dressed.” She helped him into his robes and made him presentable. He couldn’t help notice that she still had cum running down her inner legs. He passed her a towel from the cupboard.

***

At the pulpit, David gave the sermon he had prepared about chastity and modesty. He felt like a hypocrite, but he owed it to himself to continue with it. He wouldn’t be human without giving in to temptation occasionally, but he resolved to be stronger in the future.

The church was packed, parishioners filling every pew. He’s never known such a well attended church. Initially the audience seemed friendly, smiling as he began his sermon. But by the end, he felt they looked less happy and more confused. Still, it would probably take them a while to get used to his style. The previous vicar sounded like he wasn’t as holy as he should be.

Afterwards, he mingled with the parishioners, introducing himself and shaking hands.

A slim, athletic woman in her twenties and wearing activewear approached him. “Vicar,” she said, “I’m Skye. It’s so nice to have someone in charge of our souls again.”

“Well, that’s not exactly…” he began, but she wasn’t listening.

“I’m more on the spiritual side myself, and I feel like I’m channelling Jesus every time I give a yoga class. But these last months have been tough without any spiritual guidance from the church.”

“You teach Yoga? How lovely…” he began.

“Oh yes, six am every morning. You MUST come!” she said, suddenly aggressive, before speaking softly again, “It’s so important for the soul to have time to reflect and breathe at the start of the day.”

“Well, that does sound nice,” said David as she handed him her card. “Oh, you do it in the memorial hall, well I might come along…”

“Make sure you do!” she said, making him start with her ferocity, before relaxing and continuing, “if you feel like it of course.”

David moved on, greeting more of the parishioners.

“Vicar, lovely to meet you,” said one middle aged woman. She was tall and thin and had a horsey look about her, dressed in riding gear and high riding boots. “I’m Gloria, I run the farm at the top of the lane with my husband.” she said, introducing herself.

“Lovely to meet you too Gloria,” David said, “Tell me, what did you think of my sermon?”

“Well vicar, to be honest I did find it a bit confusing, the previous vicar used to preach that pleasure and desire were next to Godliness. He used to say: nothing pleases the Lord more than pleasure.”

“Well of course,” said David, “But I’m sure he meant within the confines of a loving marriage.”

“I don’t think that was exactly what he said, more that it was our duty to find any pleasure that was offered to us. Only through orgasm can we truly worship God were his exact words.” she replied.

Before David could respond, a couple of old ladies, who looked in their eighties, interrupted their conversation.

“Vicar!” said one of them, “Just wanted to say hello, Eileen and I are off home, it takes a while to walk up the hill at our age.”

David shook their hands gently, “Of course,” he said, “Could I give you a lift in my car?”

“Oh that’s kind of you,” said Eileen, “But we’ll walk. Your sermon about chastity has got me all worked up and I want to give Betty a good seeing to before lunch.”

Betty leaned in closer, “And we’ve got our gentleman friend coming over this afternoon, I’ll be praying to God alright then!” she said with a dirty laugh as they bustled off.

“Jesus Christ,” thought David, “What’s wrong with the people in this village, they’re all sex mad.”

His mind drifting, he realised Gloria was talking to him again. “...weekly dinner party,” she was saying. “Can I count on you to come tomorrow?”

“Oh yes, of course,” replied David, “That’s very kind of you, thank you.”

“Lovely, eight o'clock at the farmhouse then. See you there,” she leaned up and gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest for a moment and had some more impure thoughts.

To be continued...