Perverts 'R' Us

The Vicar's Wife - Part 1

By Martin ( M/F, oral )

From the Daily News: "A service will be held today in her local parish church for missing schoolgirl Roberta-Anne Jennings age 7) who has not been seen for 10 days now. The Vicar, the Reverend John Martin, said he hoped the service would provide comfort to the missing girl's family and the community."

In the bedroom of the Vicarage, Linda Martin, the Vicar's wife, was sitting at her dressing table getting ready for the service. Her husband was watching her. Linda was in her mid forties, a brunette and slightly overweight. Her 38C breasts had large, dark nipples that stood out nearly half an inch when she was aroused.

Linda was putting on her make-up and was still in her underwear. She was wearing a small, black, lacy bra with matching suspenders and high-cut panties. On her legs were a pair of barely black stockings and a pair of medium heels (she would have preferred 5-inch stilettos, but they weren't really suitable for today's occasion).

"Darling I loved that bit in the paper where you said you 'hoped the service would provide comfort'" Linda said as she put some suitably subdued eye shadow on.

The Reverend Mr Martin said nothing and just stood there in his cassock stroking his prick, which was hard and glistening with pre-cum. He always enjoyed a slow wank while watching his wife get ready.

"I mean how much 'comfort' did you give to the little tart when you had your rape rod up her pussy? She must have been the loudest screamer we've ever had."

"She did yell a bit", her husband agreed, his cock throbbing at the memory. "Mind you, hearing them scream and plead for their mummies only makes me harder."

"I know dear. I saw how you really forced it up her when she started yelling "Help me, Mummy!" Mr. Martin just smiled and stroked his prick some more.

"Kiss it babe. It's nearly time to go."

"Just a quick one, I don't want to spoil my lipstick."

Mr. Martin went over to his wife who kissed the shiny hard cock on its tip, sliding her tongue over it and making "mmmmm" sounds as she tasted the pre-cum.

"Darling, I love your fuck-stick," she said as she reluctantly pulled away from her husband's cock, "but that's enough for now. We can't have you shooting your load during the sermon…again" she laughed. "Plus you'll need to be hard for the party afterwards. Colonel Bowker says he wants to double-fuck the little bitch with you. He says he truly prefers boys' arses, but with a 7-year-old there's not a lot of difference."

Turning away from her husband who, with some difficulty, was putting his prick back in his trousers, Linda started rummaging through a box on her dressing table. She took out a suitably conservative pair of earrings and put them on.

"Now for the special stuff," she said.

Reaching down into her panties she found the rings in her labia. On to one of them she hooked a cross. It was upside down. While not "Satanists" as such (Linda thought all that prancing about in the woods at midnight was damn silly) Linda and John Martin were not averse to "black magic" sex games. Then she reached in and took out a small cross and chain, somewhat too small for a woman her size, and placed it on the palm of her hand.

"Come here darling, time to show some 'respect'" Linda giggled.

She offered her hand with the cross and chain on the palm to her husband who spat on it twice.

"Fuck you, cunt." he said.

"Very nice, darling," said Linda who then spat on it herself.

"Will you be able to wear that safely?"

"Oh yes, I've a high-necked jumper. It won't be seen." said Linda putting the cross around her neck so their mingled spit ran down her cleavage.

The cross had come from the neck of the missing Roberta-Anne. She had sobbed as Linda took it from her, mainly because Linda had slapped and backhanded her face half a dozen times before she roughly removed it, telling her it was "too good for a FILTHY LITTLE SLAG like you!" Linda had screamed the words "FILTHY LITTLE SLAG" at the girl. Seeing the little whore flinch really turned Linda on.

"OK," said Mr. Martin, turning to go, "I'll see you in church. Stay wet for me, babe."

Linda watched him go and put her hand between her legs and frigged her wet pussy, making loud squelching sounds. When her fingers were good and wet she removed them and held them up to her nose and inhaled the gorgeous smell. Then she put them in her mouth one after the other and sucked them clean.

Suddenly an idea struck her. She put her fingers back in her pussy and frigged herself some more. This time when she took them out she rubbed them behind her ears and across her breasts.

"Essence of cunt," she murmured, "drives the boys wild."

She finished dressing - a high-necked grey jumper under a black suit and putting on a black hat - and followed her husband out of the Vicarage and across the road to the Church.