Perverts 'R' Us

The Vicar's Wife - Part 2

By Martin ( M/F/m/f, refs to nc )

There were a number of reporters and photographers at the entrance to the churchyard including, Linda was happy to see, TV camera crews "MMMM", she thought, "shots of the grieving family to laugh at on the News tonight. With luck, maybe even a Crimewatch special - what a treat."

In the church the congregation were assembling. At the front were the family. Roberta-Anne's Mother, who clearly had not slept for days, was in a smart bright dress with a light jacket as if to emphasise that this was not her daughter's funeral. Linda had deliberately chosen to wear black to remind her that if it was not, then it probably soon would be - (if there were any adverse comments she was going to say that, on a Vicar's stipend, she could only afford one good outfit that had to do for all occasions). Linda conceded that, had they both fitted her, the Mother's outfit would have been fairly smart, in a cheap way.

Next to her was Roberta-Anne's Father. Tall, probably good looking as a young man, but now run to seed and with a beer gut. Linda knew from the village that he would fuck anything with tits and that half the little teenage slags at the local comprehensive school had felt his beery breath and watery cum at some time or another. "Wonder what their sex life will be like after this?" she thought.

With them were various insignificant elderly nobodies. Grandparents and other such trash, Linda assumed. She smiled and said a few words of comfort, hoping she was disguising the waves of pleasure throbbing through her cunt. "Why didn't I put a dildo in before she left home?" she thought. She then moved back down the aisle and sat down in a pew next to Colonel and Mrs Bowker. They were much more her kind of people than the sad losers in the front pews.

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Colonel Tony Bowker and his wife Margery were possibly the biggest perverts in that part of England which, since it also contained John and Linda Martin, was no small boast. Both in their early 70s, they still had an active sex life based on the abuse and suffering of others, preferably the very young, but anything, animals included, would do if they were in the mood.

Somewhat surprisingly, the one thing they had not done in all their years together was fuck each other. Although both perverted sadists, the Colonel was resolutely "queer". He hated the word "gay" ("Sounds so damn wet, boy, like we were Morris dancers or something!" he once told John Martin).

His wife, a striking woman who must have been seriously beautiful as a girl, was a lesbian who adored teaching young girls about the pleasures of performing oral sex, preferably while they were having their arses thrashed raw with the "tart tamer". This was nothing more than half a dozen wire coat hangers straightened out and bound at one end with strong tape to make a handle.

"It's simple, cheap and quick to make and the little tarts to suffer like you wouldn't believe. The wonderful feelings one gets as a tart screams onto one's clitoris, can't be described." Margery had told the Colonel. Since then, although he preferred boys for fucking, he had always been happy to help his wife by thrashing a little whore's bare arse into a bloody pulp as her face was forced ever deeper into his wife's gaping wet cunt.

They had met shortly after the Colonel had returned from the Korean War. In the Far East Tony had learned two things. First, the younger the arse, the better the fuck and second, it added greatly to Tony's pleasure if the boy bitch was made to suffer before, during, and after its fucking. In his own words, "I left England a queer. I came back a vicious queer!"

However, in a country where male homosexuality was illegal, he felt he needed a wife as a cover for his sex life. This would not be easy because he would have to keep that side of his life from her too. Never did he think he would actually find a bitch as perverted as he was.

When Tony returned, Margery Hemingshaw was a History teacher at a girls' public school where she had developed a number of passionate friendships with some of the prettier girls there. Friendships of the kind that involved third and fourth form girls leaving their dorms after lights out and returning sweat-soaked and exhausted from Margery's bedroom just before dawn, sometimes still clutching a juicy, wet dildo in their hands. As the Headmistress and some others on the staff also liked sexy young girls, provided Margery did not try to poach girls from their special little groups, no one minded.

Then "some stupid little fucking whore" - to quote the Headmistress - spilled the beans when she was dumped by her Science Mistress lover for a younger slut. The Headmistress, to avoid a scandal, promised the parents, ("the bloody Mother looks like she never had a real cum in her life!") that she would dismiss the member of staff concerned and Margery, as the newest joined mistress, was made the scapegoat. Good Science teachers were hard to find, even in the 1950s.

Fortunately, the Headmistress was Tony's sister and, knowing her brother's need for a wife (and that a good-looking wife would certainly not hinder his Army career), she bought the two of them together and so the School was told that Miss Hemingshaw would be leaving at the end of term to get married to an Army officer. There was even a collection for a wedding present.

The wedding night was spent with the chief bridesmaid (the School's head girl - a bisexual nymphomaniac - she later became a Tory MP) licking and sucking the Bride's cunt until she could not move her tongue anymore. When she surfaced, exhausted and with her face glistening with the Bride's cunt slime, Margery just told her to lie down, spread her thighs and get ready for a fucking with a 10 inch strap-on.

On the other side of the room, the groom in the meantime was up to his balls in a 12-year-old boy-bitch (a kiddie-whore that a contact of his had gotten for him) while at the same time a 10-year-old kiddie-whore, the groom's cum dripping from his already fucked boy-pussy, licked and fondled Tony's balls and arsehole.

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Linda sat down next to the Colonel.

"Hello, my dear. Looking forward to afterwards?" he whispered.

His wife leaned across him and, under the cover of the pew in front, put her hand firmly on Linda's thigh and squeezed. She looked into Linda's eyes, licked her lips in a way that clearly said "I wish it was your cunt, dear" and said quietly, "I've been down to see the little tart. She's wet herself and is lying in a pool of pee. It must be lovely and freezing down in the crypt, so she'll be in a gorgeous state of terror when we start to play. I hope those TV people mean we can show her a video of that useless slut of a Mother of hers sobbing her stupid eyes out."

Linda looked at Margery and replied in a voice just above a whisper, "I can hardly wait. I wish to God I'd had the sense to put a dildo in me. I'll be wriggling like crazy during the service."

"Silly girl. A girl should always wear something to stimulate her pussy. Tony got me some leather knickers with studs in the crotch a while back. They feel lovely." said Margery slightly squirming in her seat so that Linda plainly understood that Mrs Bowker's pussy at least would be well stimulated during the service.

At that point there was the sound of the vestry door opening, the organ started up and the congregation stood for the start of the service.