Greg’s Journey
By
Alistair Acorn
Copyright© 2005

August 2005

Why is it when I’m in the middle of nowhere am I caught in a thunderstorm and torrential rain. The rain was beating into my face and it was almost impossible to see more than twenty metres in front of me. There were no features that broke up the force of the wind as it swept over the flat land I was travelling, no trees, buildings or any structure. I would get as wet standing as walking, so I chose to walk.

After about five miles and soaked to the skin, I saw off to my left where the old railway passed over the old road was a bridge. No railway was there now that had gone as had the old road, bypassed by the new one. At least there was shelter so I made my way eagerly towards it. The space was filled by brush which easily came away from the dried soil under the bridge. I dumped my backpack; glad at last to be out of the weather and especially the wind.

As my pack hit the ground the handle of a case was revealed. Well I thought it was a suitcase until I pulled it out from the place where it obviously had been buried. The item I pulled out was a security currency transporting satchel. On further checking I recovered two others, all still padlocked and bulky. Now how did these bags get here? There was only one explanation, this is the loot of a robbery and I’m sure whoever buried them here would be watching. Then again a clump of grass had grown over the hole so they must have been buried a while ago.

Taking my knife I slit the canvas bag and inside was bundles of notes all used and of every denomination. There were labels on each of the satchels but any writing had been weathered off. I sat and looked at the huge amount of money before me. In my bank account I had about $1,000 left to last me the rest of my visit. I was going to look for casual work to stay the next six months on my visa. Now I had in front of me more than enough to keep me in luxury for these six months plus a bit extra.

Should I keep it or turn it over to the Police, but where were the Police near here. I didn’t trust the Police in this country; I don’t know why maybe it was the way they strutted around so cocky like. But three bags, how could I carry all that amount of money, if indeed the other two bags did contain money. My backpack was full already with little space spare.

I carefully looked at the notes and I could see no markings at all on them. None of the numbers ran consecutively, but they were all banded bundles, ready for bank issue.

Under the bridge was a large plastic blue barrel, which must have contained chemicals at one stage. Unscrewing the cap on the side I cautiously put my nose close to the opening and smelt, nothing, it had been cleaned out. It took me three hours using my knife to cut around the top letting me see inside, it was dry as a bone. By this time the rain had stopped but the sky was still overcast. Then halfway towards the road by a survey marker I started digging a hole with my small folding shovel.

I had to stop many times and lie flat on the ground to let car’s and trucks pass, but eventually I had a hole deep and wide enough to take the plastic barrel. Then I returned the soil around its sides. I was glad the ground was sandy; otherwise it would have been a Herculean task to dig such a deep hole. Then bringing the two other satchels over I placed them in the barrel with half the money from the satchel I opened into the barrel. Then I went hunting for a cover, eventually I found a piece of corrugated sheeting which was a bit too big but was easily bent in half.

Now with the top I cut off inverted and the metal sheet over the top I covered the lot with sand from the pile I had dug from the hole. The reason I chose this site was there had been activity around the spot to place the Survey marker and it was easy to spread the sand from the hole out, blending with the disturbed area. Now all I hoped for was heavy rain that would compact the sand and make it blend easier. That thought had just come into my mind when the heavens opened and down came the rain.

I don’t know how much was in the bag I’d opened but I had $40,000 in front of me in $50 and $100 notes, more than I’d ever held in my life. This amount was easily packed into my pack and then I settled down, making a fire and cooking a meal waiting for the rain to stop. What I had to do was get to a town where I could hire a car and come back for the rest of the money and think of a way to hide it or into a bank account. The latter would be tricky for any amount over $10,000 the banks had to report the transaction to the Reserve Bank. I also couldn’t pack it in my suitcase and take it with me when I left, but then maybe I could if I returned by sea. Now I had the money I could see as much problems as though I had none.

The next morning I woke to a sunny morning, and there was no trace of the storm from the previous day and evening. I repacked my sleeping-bag and groundsheet and made for the main road passing the site where I had buried the barrel. The rain had wiped all traces of disturbed earth and left it as I had found it.

I had walked only a short way when a twenty year-old utility pulled in alongside me. “Want a lift sonny,” a little old woman asked from the wound down window.

“Yes please the next town would do fine.”

“I live this side of town which is thirty miles yet, I’ll drop you off at my turn off,” she replied.

Taking off my pack I placed it in the tray and got in on the passenger side then she drove off. She had hold of the wheel with both hands and her forearms rested on the wheel. She was sitting on a cushion and the seat was fully forward so her feet could reach the pedals. The utility was an automatic and her speed was that slow I doubt if it got into top gear, but at least it saved me walking.

“What are you doing walking in this barren place, don’t you know there isn’t houses within miles, what if you fell ill or something you could lie out there for years without anyone finding your body,” she chided.

“I like walking, I’m on a walking holiday, and its the only way to see the country.”

“Its all the bloody same, mile after mile for hundreds of miles without much change. Get yourself a patch of ground and stay there that’s the best thing, you’ll be happier then.”

“Don’t you want to see the world?”

“What for; why should I, waste good earned money going visiting someone else’s paddock, when mine is just as good. Get a good woman sonny and make her happy, then you really are in heaven.”

I had no idea what she was blabbering about, but she seemed a happy soul.

“Do you smoke or drink?”

“No neither.”

“I suppose you are into drugs like all you youngsters are?”

“No, never touched the stuff.”

“Good, good I’m glad to hear that, a sensible man.”

I noticed she had changed from calling me sonny to man.

“Are you in a hurry to where you are going?”

“No, I have six months with no plans.”

“Want to come to my place for a couple of days, I think you need feeding up, you look a bit peakish.”

Now no-one in this country has invited me to stay anywhere and I could see no harm taking the old woman up on her offer. “Thank you, I don’t mind if I do.”

I did get a shock though for when we turned off on her turn off I asked how far to her place and she answered, “Just another twenty miles.”

Speak about living in a remote area, this old woman wasn’t kidding that houses were far apart; we never passed one all the way to her home. It wasn’t a home but a homestead, but the only part that wasn’t in disrepair was the house. The sheds had their roofs partially off and some of them had no walls. Lying as though they had just been unhitched from work were various farm tools, all with the paint stripped off the exposed surfaces.

She pulled up at the front door and got out. “Well what do you think, do you like the house?”

“Its big enough, is there anyone else lives with you, your husband is he around?”

“My husband! He died years ago and left me to fend for myself. I live here all by myself and I would appreciate your company for a couple of days.”

“If I said no, how would I get back?”

“You said you liked walking, you’re at least a little bit closer to the town than where I picked you up. If you don’t want to keep me company for a couple of days I have no way of stopping you leaving. Also I haven’t the build to prevent you leaving. My name is Mavis and I am inviting you to stay,” she said with a pleading voice.

“I’m Greg, Mavis, I’ll stay a few days and keep you company,” I said lifting my pack from the back of the utility.

I walked with Mavis into her home and was taken back at the obvious neatness inside the home. The inside was nothing like the ones I had seen in movies of station houses, not in this dusty outback. Everything was highly polished and spick and span.

“Surprised, I have all the modern gadgets and comforts. There is a wind turbine that provides my power, with a large diesel generator as a stand-by, but I have no-one to share this with me. Come I’ll show you your room.”

There was a short passageway and I was shown into a room off to the right, it was like a motel room with its own bathroom and toilet.

“My room is across the passage from you, now get yourself a shower and a clean-up and I’ll get us something to eat.”

I looked at the little old woman more closely, she was barely five feet tall, but well proportioned, maybe her hips were a little bit wide, but other than that she looked fit and sprite. I put her age in her sixties, but then maybe I could be wrong. Her hair was grey and long, shoulder-length. Her face was doll like, just like the rest of her.

After a meal of bacon, four eggs, sausage and bread that she must have brought with her, for it was fresh, I felt a lot better. All the time I ate she just sat and watched me. When I rose from the table I am sure she knew every crease and blemish on my 27-year old face.

“Come I’ll leave the dishes, I’ll show you around my house, well the outside for now.”

So I followed her, what looked a shambles earlier wasn’t that bad and could easily be repaired. Most of the buildings were corrugated sheets and only needed nailing back on. Inside one of the sheds were six motorcycles with the biggest tanks on them I’d ever seen on a motorcycle.

“Why so big a petrol tank Mavis?”

“So there is no need to keep filling up, and during muster time the jackeroos can go all day without worrying about running out of petrol. These bikes have been laying there for four years now. The company who manages my stock have their own and don’t need mine.”

“You still run sheep here; I never saw any when we drove up.”

“Oh they are there all right, but now I don’t even see them at muster time, they are driven to a different location, all I see is the money and that suits me.”

“I could nail these loose sheets back on if you like, all I need is a hammer and nails.”

“If you want to, go ahead there are plenty of tools lying around.”

What I was interested in more than anything was the motorcycles. If at least one was in working order I would be able to go and collect the satchels I buried. A motorcycle was easier to drive through the bush with and less prominent than a car. So my priority was going to be the motorcycle, I noticed one even had large panniers mounted at the rear. Things were falling into place beautifully, now I would appease Mavis until I was able to get the motorcycles running. Well that was what I thought anyway.

That evening Mavis switched her satellite TV on and I never realised you could pick up so many TV stations from all over the world. She was even able to break into the local pay TV channels, so some whiz-kid had worked on her box to bypass the SIMS card.

Mavis was a fantastic cook, never have I tasted such nice food as she served up, and all of it cooked by her. Even the cake we had with our supper coffee was as light as any I’ve tasted. If this was life in the outback it would suit me fine.

The old saying the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach was surely working on me. I was lying in the air-conditioned comfort of my bed thinking how great it was here when the door opened and in walked Mavis. She was dressed in her nightdress and she walked straight over to my bed, pulled down the bed sheet and got in and drew her nightdress over her head. There beside me was a naked Mavis with her droopy breasts showing the wrinkles of age now; I was so close I could see them clearly.

“Make an old woman happy, make love to me,” she said.

Now one thing I haven’t mentioned is that for my size my penis is out of proportion with the rest of my body. In fact it would be out of proportion on any mans body. Even my family doctor couldn’t explain why I grew such a penis. I was normal until fourteen and then it started growing, then when I was eighteen it was twice the length of what it should have been and of course twice the circumference. Now how could this little old woman take such a penis when most of the younger women couldn’t, or didn’t want to even try.

“Mavis I would love to oblige, but I’m rather big and I fear far too big for you.”

“I noticed the large bulge in your pants and knew you would be. One reason I asked you here was because of that. Now don’t waste time if it’s easier for you, just lie there and I’ll show you I can take anything a man has.”

“Well try if you want, if you can you will be the first.”

“You mean you are a virgin?”

“Afraid so Mavis.”

“Even better, now do as I say and you won’t be for long. Yes Greg we can have really good times together. You don’t mind making love to an old woman do you?”

“No Mavis, age is no barrier. I thought all women were the same?”

“They are, it’s just some men don’t like going with old women, they prefer the young fillies and ignore our needs.”

Now all this talk made me as hard as I’d ever been and was like an iron bar. I was so hard that I was aching at the root of my cock.

Mavis pulled the bedding off, revealing my nakedness and my vibrating hard huge cock now standing at forty-five degrees from my body.

“Oh my, that is what I call a cock. You were right it would frighten some women, but not me, this is something I have always dreamt about and now it is here, all for me.”

With that she rose and straddled my hips. Guiding my hard cock between her legs opening her vaginal lips with two fingers, she guided my cock to her vagina. My cock looked huge almost like a third leg and then she slowly lowered herself down. I felt myself being encircled by her warm moist vagina in a steady feeling of warmth until she was sitting on my thighs. I was totally embedded within her. The first woman who had managed it and it felt fantastic.

“See no bother at all; it sure feels a lot better than I dreamt about though. I knew all my life that I needed someone who was bigger than my husband, to give me the satisfaction I craved for. Now when I’m getting too old to really appreciate it, you come along. Oh Greg stay with me for a little while and let me experience my dreams,” she said with tears running down her face.

The way I was feeling now I would agree with anything as long as this feeling stayed. “Sure Mavis, I will stay for I love the feeling you are giving me right now.”

“So my age isn’t putting you off, oh I’m so glad, I’ll make you happy Greg trust me,” she said through her tears.

She started rolling her hips and moving her hips back and forth, now with her forearms resting on my chest and my arms around her I had my first fuck. No wonder all the lads chased after the women if this was the feeling they got, it was shear heaven feeling a warm body slide up and down my cock. Mrs Palmer and her daughters were now a thing of the past, now I knew that a woman can easily take my cock and now I started moving my hips in time with Mavis.

In a shorter time than I wished I felt my climax rising, I was now in a quandary whether to withdraw, or spurt my load of sperm into her body. I was given no choice for there was no way I could withdraw so I spurted my first load into a woman.

“That’s right Greg give me the lot, I want something of you inside me,” Mavis said kissing me on the lips. I responded by kissing her back and we lay there for a long-time, Mavis lying on top of me, with my cock embedded inside her. Mavis was very light and I loved the way she occasionally tightened her muscles to grasp my semi hard cock still in her body.

During the night she had slipped over on to her side and I had come out of her love-nest. When I awoke she was nestled in the crook of my arm. I had woken with a hard-on and when I looked her eyes were open and looking at me.

“You feel like doing what we did again don’t you?” She stated.

How well she understood. This time she rolled on to her back and opened her legs and I assumed the position between her open legs. Needing no instructions or guidance I slipped my hard cock into her bare pussy. I slipped in so easily and started a slow pumping in that lovely warm pussy of hers. This time I had my hands on her bottom lifting it up so her pussy was level with my cock and she had her legs wide and high as I sank my monster so deep that our bodies touched.

Again I had that wonderful feeling of being encased in velvet and I felt the hard ring of her Cervix on my crown which gave a greater feeling. This time I lasted a lot longer and again I flooded her insides with my sperm. I wonder where it all went for she didn’t leak any of my sperm out.

I couldn’t lie over her, she was so small, but she sat up and I hugged her body to me as our passions subsided and my heart returned to a normal beat.

My feelings for Mavis were totally different today and I was amazed that such a small old woman was able to give me the euphoric feeling I now had. It was at breakfast I found out her age, she was sixty four years old and I had fucked a woman older than my grandmother and loved it. I never felt revolted, but in fact was thinking of the next time I was going to sink my cock back into her body.

“Now you have had time to think about it, do you still want to continue what we started last night, now you know my age?”

“Mavis I was just sitting here wondering when the next time will be before I’ll be able to sink my cock into you.”

“It’s always that way for the first week or so, I feel the same way Greg. I’m glad I haven’t put you off by telling you my age.”

“I don’t care about your age you suit me fine.”

“It will break my heart to see you leave, but I know I haven’t the ability to keep you here.”

“Don’t worry Mavis, I am happy here, but my visa runs out in six months, but I could try to get an extension.”

“Are you sure you want to stay here with an old woman like me. Greg you are a young man, you should get a younger woman, and surely there is someone around your own age who you would be happy with.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“No I want you here with me, I’m selfish, but I have to face the facts, I’m old and won’t be around much longer. Look I have a niece a bit younger than you, but she is a bit scatterbrained who spends a holiday with me and wants to stay here with me. Henrietta is a good housekeeper and cook; I would like you to meet her. She is no beauty, but a lovely young woman. Would you like to meet her?”

“Now you are trying to marry me off,” I said smiling.

“If you do you then can stay here and get citizenship.”

“I would still have to return home to sort some things out though.” I answered.

“So will I ask Henrietta to come up?”

“Mavis what am I to do to earn a living, I would have to go to some town or city?”

“I have left this place to Henrietta, you don’t need to leave here, and others do the work for you.”

“OK ask her to come, I will take a look at her, for you seem determined to keep me here. If I do like her, what will happen to us, I want to keep on fucking you no matter how old you are. You were my first and I don’t want us to stop.”

“Oh we will find a way, I may even tell Henrietta for I’m sure she will do anything I say.”

“You have that much influence on her?”

“Right I’ll show you just how eager she is to come here.”

Picking up her satellite telephone she rang a number and then in a few minutes was passed on, to I assume was Henrietta. After five minutes she put the telephone down and turned to me. “She will be here on Saturday, I told you she is eager to stay here. Her mother is only too glad to get her from under her feet, now she will have a free rein with her men friends.”

“I take it you don’t like Henrietta’s mother.”

“Correct, can’t stand the woman. The reason I want Henrietta married is when I die, if Henrietta isn’t married she will get her hands on this place and that is the last thing I want.”

“So you’re using me?”

“Of course Greg, but look what you’re getting.”

“And what is that may I ask?”

“Me, Henrietta and this station and all you had to do was make love to me, I think you have come out of this a very wealthy and lucky man.”

“I guess I have at that. Well if I’m going to have a share in this place I’ll better get started and tiding it up, before my future bride arrives,” I said with a laugh.

“So you are going to stay?”

“You bet, if I am to get what you just said. You know Mavis, I loved the feeling you gave me last night that is something I’ll never forget.”

“You will, but thank you I liked it too and we have plenty of time before Saturday to get that feeling again.”

“I was hoping sooner than that, like tonight or even sooner.”

“Well we will have to see about that, but first get out and let me prepare for lunch,” she said with a laugh.

The first place I started on was the shed where the motorcycles were stored. With the aid of a long ladder and a bag of roof nails I soon had the roof refixed and even the sides which had been blown off. The sheets of corrugated sheeting had been collected and were all in a neat pile, so I didn’t have to go hunting for sheets. There were even new ones there, so by lunchtime I had a weatherproof shed, all tidied out and tools back in their proper place. The other sheds could wait until I got the bikes ready.

I had a shower before lunch because I was filthy dirty working in the dust filled shed and sat down with Mavis all clean and changed. I had noticed that my old clothes had been taken away; I presume to be or already washed.

After lunch I was sitting at the kitchen table watching Mavis stack the dishwasher, for I had only seen them on TV and movies. When she finished she came right over and sat on my knees, for my chair had been facing her. She didn’t sit across my knees but splay legged facing me and when she had sat down she made sure her dress wasn’t under her.

“Now you were saying you hoped to feel me before Saturday, how about right now?”

“Right here?”

“Yes I’ll show you, now get your trousers down.”

Without her getting her off I managed to get my trousers and under pants down and around my ankles. Taking my now hard shaft in her hand she once again guided it into that lovely moist and warm pussy and slid down. Now we were very close and had our arms wrapped around each other.

“Well you have your wish. Is this what you want Greg?”

“Oh yes, I wish I could stay in here for ever.”

“That’s an impossibility, but there is nothing stopping us sitting like this as often as you want. I like this too you know, it’s not just you who loves you being buried in my pussy.”

It wasn’t just the movement of her hips that brought on that great sensation; it was the closeness of her that helped. In no time at all I once again deposited my load into her body.

“I think your sperm is rejuvenating me Greg, for I feel twenty years younger. I have never wanted a man as often as I want you, you are like a drug to me Greg and I’m glad you are staying,” she said once again the tears flowing.

We sat like that for about quarter of an hour before I lifted her off and got dressed.

“Don’t you wear panties Mavis?”

“I took them off the minute we arrived, for I knew that they would get in the way. So you see Greg I’m ready any time you feel like it. Don’t be shy now, I will always be ready for you, I want you to remember that.”

There was no need to work on any of the motorcycles they all started first time. I filled the tank of the one with the panniers and took it for a ride. The engine of this one was only a 350cc but I found that was more than enough to traverse the terrain around here. I decided that I would go tomorrow and empty the barrel and bring the satchels back here to hide.

That night we went straight into my room and stripped naked before getting on to the bed. This time Mavis was on her hands and knees and I was buried into that lovely pussy of hers, grasping her hips and pulling her harder on to my bone hard cock. It was a coupling that I enjoyed the best, also there was no weight placed on either of us. It may be fucking like an animal, but I didn’t care as I drove my cock deep into her body time after time. At times it was hard keeping up the rhythm because Mavis was that active trying to screw herself on to my cock. It appeared she liked it this way also.

Again we fell asleep with her curled up by my side with a repetition of the previous morning. I loved all this attention and regretting never having it in the past.

Instead of following the road that Mavis took I decided to cut across country. Using my compass I had a rough estimation of the direction I was to travel. So with a full tank I set off after breakfast, telling Mavis I was just going for a tour of the area and I’d be back for lunch. Since the bike wasn’t registered for the road the cross-country way was the most sensible. Just in case I got stopped by the police on the main road and they started asking questions and searching the panniers on the way back it was the most sensible thing to do.

The land appeared flat, but it was covered in undulations not seen by the casual observation. The bike just purred along with hardly any loud noises at all, not like the deep throb you get from Harley’s. I came to the main road about three miles north of where I buried the satchels. I moved back from the main road and travelled parallel with it and then I saw the old disused railway bridge ahead. Now moving more cautiously I parked the bike under the bridge and taking my folding entrenching tool moved to the survey post.

The ground was exactly as I had left it and within minutes I had unearthed my horde. I pulled the barrel out of the hole and cast it into the brush and then scraped the dirt back into the hole. It wasn’t as neat and tidy, but a few showers and no-one will notice any difference. Then I found I couldn’t get the satchels into the panniers, so I had to split them open and stack the money for that was what the other two contained, identical to the first one, into the panniers.

Using the entrenching tool I scrapped the soil away from where I’d found the satchels and put them back into the hole then covered them up, including the dead brush plant. Someone would get a shock when the tried to retrieve their stolen loot.

Hiding any evidence I could find I left heading back the way I had come, arriving back at eleven o’clock with my heart beating about ten beats a minute higher than it should. I was eager to find out just how much money I had found, but had to find the right time to count it. The safest place was where it was for the present, so I strolled back into the house trying to look as calm as I could.

Mavis was all smiles when I walked in, “I have been worried you had an accident on that machine, I just don’t think they are safe. If you had come off, you could lie there injured and no-one could find you. Please Greg don’t ride the bike far from the house.”

“If it worries you that much, I will do as you ask, but what do I get for not riding far.”

“I told you, you can have whatever you want Greg.”

“Let’s have a kiss then,” I replied.

The next minute she was in my arms pressing her old body against me. In a way I felt sorry for Mavis, she was a lonely old woman and was doing everything she could to just keep me here.

“Mavis don’t try too hard, I’m not going to leave you. I’m here to stay.”

“Oh Greg I hope you really mean that.”

“I do, but as I said I have to go back home to clear up things and then I’ll be back. Two weeks at the most, but not for a while yet, so keep your knickers off for a while yet,” I said sliding my hand up her dress and squeezing her wrinkled bottom.

The next day as I was fixing the sides on the largest of the sheds Mavis came to the bottom of the ladder. “Frank I’m going to leave you on your own, I’m driving into town to collect the mail and a few things, I will only be gone a couple of hours.” Shortly afterwards her utility drove off in a cloud of dust down the road towards the town. Just the opportunity I needed, I climbed down and went to where the motorcycles were parked.

I emptied all the money out on to the bench and counted out what was there. There were thirty banded bundles of $100’s and the thirty-two bundles of $50 equalling $460,000 plus the $40,000 I had indoors that was half a million of used banknotes, a bloody fortune in my eyes. There was an old ammunition box which had been used as a tool box, which I had emptied and I packed the money in there, including the money from the house. I then pushed the box under the workbench, away at the back, behind various old parts and felt a lot better. But half a million, wow, that was the luckiest find I had ever made.

It was getting dark when Mavis returned and with her was another old woman. A real sour faced down at the mouth, but well dress and tall. The one thing that one noticed right away was that her heavy breasts were low on her chest, and large. What she needed was a good brassier to lift them up. Well that was what I thought when I saw her.

“Frank, I’m sorry I was so long, I went round to Rose’s, we got chatting and the time just flew. I told her about us, that was what took the time. You want experience with other women and Rose wants a man, so what better combination could we have. You can take her back in the morning so you will know where to go if you and her hit it off.”

“You know what you are asking Mavis?”

“Look I’m too old to get all tight about such things. You wanted me to teach you, I am, and helping Rose out, you won’t regret it, take my word on it.”

All Rose did was sit there and look at us, not a word was said by her.

“What do you have to say about this Rose?”

“I’m willing if you are. Mavis said you weren’t put off by a woman’s age and that you are well-endowed. Mavis and I often talked about our dreams and we both had the same. I would like to leave this earth knowing I had at least lived through one dream.”

“Now how could I refuse you after that statement? If Mavis thinks I need the experience then I have to do as she says. I think you and I will get on fine together. Turning to Mavis, “As for you, I have been worried sick, you are over five hours late and I was just about to jump on one of the motorcycles and come and look for you. Don’t you ever do that again.”

“He does care about you Mavis, I wish I had a man who cared as much as that,” said Rose.

The subject of why Rose had come was never mentioned during the evening. When we were going to bed Rose went into Mavis’s bedroom. I had a vague idea what was going to happen, ten minutes after I had showered and got into bed Rose came into my bedroom, she was naked, not a stitch on. Her breasts were huge like large melons hanging down her front. I felt sorry for her having to carry such a heavy weight around with her all day, for they must be real heavy.

As she got closer I saw that she had fewer wrinkles than Mavis and that she still had a dark pubic love patch. Rose walked over and like Mavis showed no shyness as she got into the bed alongside me. And right away pushed back the sheet to view my hard cock, for the sight of her naked body was enough to create a right hard-on.

“Boy, Mavis understated your lovely cock Greg. Even in my dreams no cock was as big as this. Can I touch it?”

“Do what you want, just don’t cut it off,” I said smiling.

Rose’s sour face had gone and she had a smile on her face now. She not only touched me, but brought her mouth down over my crown and run her tongue round it sending a wave of sensation into my body. Then she let go of my cock and took one of her breasts in each hand and wrapped them around my cock and started rubbing me with her breasts. At the same time she was sucking the end of my cock.

I wasn’t going to let her do all the work and I was determined to try what I had read in books. I lifted one of her legs over my chest placing her dark bush with the pinkish gash of her pussy showing between her puffy vulval lips. I grasped her thighs and plunged my face into that inviting area. It was then I got the scent of her womanhood and my cock jerked as my body reacted to her pheromones. Rose must have felt the reaction, for she was now putting more effort on getting my cock as much into her mouth as possible. But now I was exploring for the first time a part of a woman I had never been close up to before.

Slipping my tongue between the puffy lips I tasted her secretions which had a slightly salty taste, but sweet and pleasant to my tastebuds and not what I had expected. Now I moved down and found her clitoris which was standing out proud. I just touched it with my tongue and Rose lifted her head off my cock and let out a sigh then another as I continued to work on that sensitive organ.

That was too much for Rose who swung round and within seconds was lowering herself on my shaft. I watched as she devoured my cock into a pussy, which was far tighter than Mavis’s. I felt her resistance to my entry as her vagina stretched both in length as well as width to accept my invading cock. It was obvious from Rose’s face that this wasn’t a painful experience, for she had her head back and a smile on her lips as she sank slowly down to sit on my thighs just as Mavis had done.

“Oh Greg, let me sit here for a bit. I just love the feeling; you have really stretched me to the limit. What a lovely feeling I am having, nothing like I ever imagined, surely this isn’t going to be the only occasion I’m ever going to feel this. Please Greg say this isn’t the last time.”

I must admit I liked the feel of Rose and I could see no reason why I couldn’t sink my cock again into her lovely love-nest. The ice had been broken and there would be less inhibition the next time. If I am to stay here it would be nice to have a willing partner in the town.

“If I stay here permanently Rose, I can see no reason why this should be the only time. I can always come and see you in town.”

“Thank you Greg, I am sure we will be seeing more of each other in the future.” Now she like Mavis was rolling her hips again sending pleasant feelings through my body. Rose didn’t lean on me but stayed upright rocking her hips back and forward. Reaching up and taking her by the waist and rolled her over on to her back, I started thrusting my cock slowly in and out of this lovely tight old woman.

Rose wrapped her legs around me and was driving her heels into my bottom pushing me in even deeper into her body, but I just couldn’t continue, before I blasted my load into her. Now I realised that two women didn’t feel the same or even smell the same, but the feeling that I had was out of this world and loved it.

I cuddled into Rose and we both fell asleep, but when I woke she was nowhere to be seen. I got up, shaved and showered and made my way to the kitchen where Rose and Mavis was sitting at the table drinking coffee fully dressed.

“Well Greg you have made two old women happy. Rose was saying you promised to visit her sometime. I would like you to do that, will you?”

“I told her I would, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind I want you to, remember when you go into town go and visit Rose and make her happy. We went to school together and we used to share everything.”

“So Rose is ages with you Mavis?”

“Good God no, she is three years older,” she replied.

Hell, what was I doing getting sexual satisfaction on two women in their sixties, I must becoming a pervert. I’ve never known anyone who went around fucking women of that age.

I drove Rose back to town and her age went around in my head all the way in. Then as quick as it had plagued my thoughts it just vanished. I saw her now as a very nice woman, who looked so happy now that I was glad that I had made her that way, so what was wrong with that.

“Are you coming in for a coffee?” Rose asked.

She too had a lovely house, a lot smaller than Mavis’s but nice and comfortable. Once in she put the kettle on and came and stood in front of me, took my hand and placed it on her pussy outside her dress.

“Frank this is only for you, like Mavis any time any place. Oh yes she told me everything. I believe she also showed you her favourite position when you are both alone. That is mine also, so can we try it while the kettle is boiling?”

I stood up dropped my trousers, moved the chair and sat down again. Rose just hitched her dress, took off her knickers and then lowered herself on to me and once again I was enclosed in her lovely warm pussy.

“Hell Rose I can’t just sit still with me buried inside you, please start moving.”

“No, I just want to feel you. Mavis can give you satisfaction when you get back there, so for the time being just sit and let me feel you.”

I was hugging her and her melon sized breasts were pressed hard against me chest at least giving me a pleasant feeling. When the kettle boiled she just stood up and dragged herself off me leaving my cock standing up straight and dripping with her secretions. I stood and drew up my trousers and made myself tidy.

As we were sitting talking there was a knock at the door and two women came in, one in her forties and the other younger.

“Frank meet my grand-daughter Mary and her daughter Rose, she is named after me.”

“Frank is a friend of Mavis he is living at the homestead.”

“Young Rose was of my age group, but looked a right scrubber, chewing gum with a mobile mouth. Her hair looked as though she had never combed it for days; also her make up was rough. Mary on the other hand looked neat and tidy and she smelt lovely when she shook my hand. She had short podgy hands and like her grandmother her breasts were large as well as having wide hips which was emphasised by the trousers she wore. Rose had narrow almost man-sized hips and had no bottom; her jeans were loose and baggy on the seat. Rose is one young woman I wouldn’t even get a hard-on with.

I made my apologies and left. I had to drive through the so-called town. A single street with a garage, bank, two general merchants, one containing the post office, I knew it was the Post Office because there were postal boxes in the wall of one of them. There were houses spread around but there didn’t seem to be much order. The turn off to Mavis’s was wide and not difficult to miss.

When I arrived back there was a Nissan Skyline parked at the front door, covered in red dust. I pulled up alongside it, got out and had a look inside. The backseat was piled high with bags and suitcases, even some on the front passenger seat. I walked into the kitchen and seated at the table was a plump dark-haired young woman, with what looked like a permanent smile on her face. Her teeth were what could only be described as perfect, but she wasn’t attractive, maybe it was the glasses she wore. When she stood up she was about my height. The dress she was wearing was one you would have expected a middle-aged woman would wear. Even then I got a twinge between my legs so she must have attracted me somehow.

“Frank this is Henrietta, she couldn’t wait until Saturday, she has been waiting a long-time for me to bend and allow her to come to stay permanently. I told her I wanted you two to get married and then you both could run the station. She has agreed, so what do you say Greg?”

“Yes, but on one condition I go home first and then I’ll return and marry her.”

“No we get married first, then you go home, I’ll wait for you here.”

“I’ll only be gone for two weeks at the most.”

“We get married and get your passport stamped as a permanent resident then you can go and do what you have to do. I don’t want a long honeymoon; a weekend together will do fine.”

“Sorry, I’ll go back home first, I want at least give my parents the chance to come to the wedding. Why don’t you and Mavis come down and wait for me at the airport then we can all come back together.”

“Who is going to pay for the two weeks in a hotel in the city then?” Mavis asked.

“I will, it is the least I can do. Also I’ll give you some spending money so you can go shopping.”

“Wow Gran, just think of it two weeks in the city?”

“Why do you call her Gran?”

“Well she is my Grand Aunt and Gran is what I’ve always called her,” Henrietta replied.

“Come on I’ll help you unpack your car. Where is Henrietta’s room?” I asked.

“I’m sharing with you, might as well get used to it sometime,” Henrietta said smiling at Mavis.

The pair of them had arranged it I could tell. So now I could say I was engaged not bad for a bloke who was a virgin only a week ago I thought as I walked out to collect the suitcases.

I watched as Henrietta unpacked and was surprised at the sexy underwear she had. So under that middle-aged shell was a sexy woman. The more I watched her the more I was beginning to like her. As she passed I put out my arm and drew her towards me. “If we are going to be married I think I should at least get a kiss.”

“I was wondering when you were going to kiss me Greg. I was beginning to think you didn’t like me and think I was ugly.” I shut her up by clamping my mouth over hers and she dropped the things she was carrying and wrapped her arms around me. What a difference kissing a virile young woman. It was obvious she was inexperienced but so was I, so we could learn together. So far what I had seen and felt was just fine, I’m glad I have decided to stay.

“Well that is one way to shut me up. I hope you keep shutting me up that way.” She said when we broke apart.

“You won’t regret it Henrietta, I’ll take care of you.”

“I hope you do Greg, for I can’t cope on my own. I forget things at times, but I’ll be a good wife to you, married or not.”

“No we are making it legal. I want it legal.”

“Where can we get married?”

“Rose is the marriage celebrant in town and Mavis has already got a date for us, that was why she went in yesterday. She was going to tell you.”

“Where did she get my particulars?”

“From your passport.”

My heart stopped beating for a minute thinking if she had seen my passport she would have seen the money. Then I remembered I placed my passport on the dressing-table and my document pocket was locked where the money had been.

“So when do we get married?”

“In four weeks, in Roses house.”

“Right then we will head for the city next week, I can get back home and back again within that time, how can we get there?”

“We can get the bus, or drive down in my car.”

“We will drive down. I’ll book us a hotel and I’ll also book a return flight home.”

I think it was just to show me that Henrietta could cook by allowing her to prepare the evening meal. Mavis was right she was an excellent cook and I suspect Mavis had a lot to do with it. Mavis had groomed Henrietta, getting her ready for the man Mavis thought right for her, me.

Henrietta’s face may never launch a thousand ships, but the rest of her could. Hell it was like looking at the statue of Venus when she undressed and stood in the middle of the room, she turned around to let me see her whole body. Then with a giggle she leapt up on to the bed straight into my arms. Just to feel her soft skin against mine sent the most pleasurable sensations rushing through my body.

If the physical attraction was the first step on the way to love then I was well on my way. I couldn’t have been more pleased by a woman as I was with Henrietta. We lay down, holding each other tight but looking into each others eyes, then our lips met and it was like tasting honey, we just seemed to blend into each other. Now my cock was pressed between us a stark reminder that this one item could cause this friendship to come apart or flourish.

Again it was Henrietta who made the first move by rolling on to her back bringing me with her. Spreading a leg either side of me and raising her knees so I was lying between her valley ready to see it she would be able to take my cock. “Please be gentle Greg, I’ve never been with a man before.”

I slipped my hand down and drew my finger up between her large plump vulvas, feeling the dampness in anticipation for entry. I then guided my cock to the entrance of her vagina and she just seemed to suck me in. Entry was slow though as I stretched her pliable vagina to take my cock for the first time. There were a few grimaces on her face at times, but interspaced with a smiling contented smile as we coupled for the first time, becoming one. When I was completely embedded, her legs were wrapped around my waist and we just lay there.

“Oh Greg that feels wonderful and to think I can have this feeling all my life from now. Do I please you too Greg?”

“Sweetheart you fit like a glove as if we were made for each other. Yes Henrietta you do please me.”

You would have thought I had granted her the crown jewels. She wrapped her arms around my neck and covered my face in sloppy wet kisses. The reason they were sloppy was because of the fact she had tears running down her face. “Oh I am so happy Greg.”

I started then the slow hip movement of pumping my cock into that lovely love-nest that had been given me for life. No way was I going to damage this lovely feeling by being rough the first time. I kept up a pace that I knew she would like and I am sure I felt her first climax, if I thought the first one was gentle, then the second was dramatic. She tightened her hold on me and then let out a yell as I felt her vagina grasp my cock a little tighter, then I too flooded her with my sperm.

“Oh Greg I’m I going to have a baby now, I want to have your baby.”

“Henrietta, you could be, but usually it takes more than one time unless we are both fertile.”

“I don’t care; I want to have your baby.”

Now I realised that what Mavis had said about her being a bit simple was right, but I think I was beginning to love this woman and I wouldn’t let anything hurt her. We lay entwined in each others arms all night, never once being parted and in the morning she was lying over my chest gazing down at me.

“I have a man all of my own, a real man. Gran said I would one day but I had my doubts, but she was right. Oh Greg I love you. I don’t want to come to the city to see you off. You go on your own; I’m having my honeymoon before the marriage. Gran and I will wait here on you coming back, just come back soon.”

“I’ll be back in two weeks at the latest. Now I have something to come back to and I hope we have made the baby you want.”

I left four days later, driving Henrietta’s Nissan. I was coming back, for I had 450,000 reasons at least to come back for. But the main one was Henrietta for in the past few days she had grown on me and Mavis had judged right, Henrietta was the woman for me without a doubt. I also had Mavis and Rose to come back to, for I had deserted them.

Stowed in the base of my travelling bag was $40,000. I chose the travelling bag because of the base and that I could carry it on to the plane as hand baggage, then it wouldn’t be out of my sight. I was taking a chance that I could pass through the ‘Nothing to Declare’ gateway when I arrived back home.

The flight was uneventful and as I only had hand baggage I just walked through customs without my baggage being searched. The first stop was the currency change-over desk at the airport where I changed $5,000 dollars. Then I went to Hertz and hired a small car for ten days, for that was my return day. 

My sudden arrival brought some concern, then when I told my parents that planned to marry and would be returning in ten days they were furious they hadn’t been told. The one thing that upset them was that I hadn’t brought Henrietta with me. I told them I had to see my solicitor over the upkeep and maintenance of the two units I had bought with a lottery win. One I lived in, but at present was on a short lease, the other let on a long lease; now I wanted my one on a long lease. Since both of the units were in the CBR it would be easy to renew the leases.

One of my aunts was a bank manager, I wanted to see her to get the balance of the money I brought with me into my account, without having to report the transaction. I had to get some personal items, which I had in storage and arrange for them to be sent to Mavis’s home, now mine.

After the usual greetings, I had seen both my aunt and my lawyer and both these matters were soon settled. Money from the leases would be paid into my bank and Aunt Louis arranged the change-over and deposit into the same account, there and then. I even got a better rate of exchange than I did at the airport. Now I had a nest egg back here in case of emergency. I always believed in covering my back.

During the next couple of days I visited my relatives and gave them the news. The only one I hadn’t visited was my grandmother on my father’s side and my Aunt Mary. Gran Walker suffered from Dementia bad, yet she was young when she was diagnosed. Aunt Mary who was a bit simple-minded looked after her. Aunt Mary was a salesman’s dream she could be sold anything and believed anything anyone told her. She was a warm kind person, who would do no-one any harm, it was just she was slow-witted and as one would say ‘thick as a brick’. I didn’t like visiting Gran Walker for she babbled on about things no-one knew about. She lived in the past somewhere in her youth.

I was enjoying watching a soccer match when my mother came in and switched off the TV. “Frank I want you to go to Granny Walker’s and let Mary get to see the eye specialist. All you have to do is watch your grandmother for a few hours, surely you can do that?”

“OK, I had to go and see them anyway before I go back, so I will kill two birds with one stone, but having to sit with her alone for a few hours, I’ll be mad by then.”

“Mary manages, so can you, now off your backside and go and let Mary get to her appointment.”

Reluctantly I went and when I got there I heard all the bolts on the door being drawn and Mary was standing there dressed ready to go out. “I won’t be long Greg, only a couple of hours and thank you for coming. Lock up after I leave or Mum will get out and I hate to think what she will get up to.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek as we passed in the doorway.

Gran was sitting in her chair and watched me replacing all the bolts and locks. “Sammy why are you locking me in? She asked.

“I’m not Sammy I’m Greg your grandson, remember.”

“Sammy I knew you would come for me,” she said getting out of her chair and coming over and throwing her arms around me.

I took a hold of her upper arms and pushed her away, “Gran I’m Greg, not Sammy, whoever Sammy is.”

“No you’re Sammy, my Sammy,” she said and then unexpectedly dropped one hand and drew down my zip, plunging her hand into my trousers and grasping my hardening cock. When her hand touched my cock it was like a trigger, I immediately got hard.

“See Sammy you still love me; see how Gwen can make you hard. Come on Sammy plant your carrot in my garden like you used to do.” She said.

I was in a quandary for she had a firm grip on my cock and I was trying to push her off me. No matter what I did I was trapped. Now the thought of sinking my cock into my own Gran came into my thoughts. Hadn’t I been shafting two women far older than Gwen and thought nothing of it. Maybe Gwen just needed shafting to bring her back to reality, but what would she say knowing her own grandson was fucking her.

“Come on then Gwen, let you and I go to your bedroom and I’ll plant my carrot in your lovely garden.”

“I knew you would come Sammy, I told them you would,” she said pulling me by my cock into her bedroom.

She let go of me then and closed the door and started taking off her clothes.

“Come on Sammy you get undressed as well, you said you will only plant your carrot if we were both naked.”

So I undressed with her. I was surprised how firm her medium-sized breasts were and how dark her love patch was, even though her head hair had turned grey. When she got on to the bed and opened her legs wide, I had to admire her perfect pussy, no pink bits hanging out, or her vulva lips gaping. She had the perfect pussy with just a thin line to show the gap between her lips.

Now I couldn’t care less what relationship she was to me, the sight of that pussy was all I needed. I got between her legs and parted those lips revealing a lovely glistening pink inner surface, with the puckered dent of her vagina’s opening. I placed my knob in the dent and gently leant forward sliding in; stretching her I dare say wider than any cock has ever done. The only time she had been stretched wider was when she had given birth to her children.

“Sammy you have got bigger, but go on put it all in,” she said urging me on by grabbing me by the arms and pushing her hips into me. I slid right in up to the hilt and our pubic hairs rubbed together I was that far in.

“Is that better Gwen?”

“Oh yes that is wonderful,” she said smiling.

Then I started pumping and she thrust hard into me.

“Come on Sammy harder than that.”

So now I really thrust my cock hard into her. It was then she looked at me with a different expression on her face, but her hips were still moving back and forth.

“Oh Greg you know how to make your grandmother happy. I love what you are doing, but harder, I love it harder,” she said sitting up and placing her arms around my shoulders and drawing me down on top of her.

“You know it is me Greg?” I said hesitantly.

“Not at first but I know now, my you have a lovely big cock that your grandmother just loves. My mind has been a bit hazy lately but it is crystal clear now. Go on let yourself go, a bit of spunk is just what I need Greg,” she said still holding me tight.

A few more strokes and I let go, flooding her with my sperm. She held me tight with both her arms and legs and I just lay there in her embrace. When we did get off the bed she looked at my deflated cock. “Frank you really have a great pleasure stick there, many a frustrated woman would love to feel that inside them as I just have. Don’t be afraid to give those women the pleasure they long for.”

We dressed after that and then moved out into the lounge where I told her about my coming marriage. When eventually Mary came back she just stared at us.

“What’s the trouble Mary, Greg and I have had a wonderful time together. He was just what I needed to shake me out of my haze.”

“What did he do to make you like this?”

“Oh how you would like to know, maybe he could work wonders on you too Mary and make you less gullible.”

“Whatever it was it surely worked on you mum.”

“Maybe you should spend more time with me and mum and help keep her as she is now.”

“You could have the spare room, I would like you to stay Greg,” Gran asked.

“I have a week yet before I go back. I’ll get my bag and come and stay with you at least for the week.”

“Wonderful, Mary can have a break and you can help me more,” she said with a smile.

“What are you two up to?” Mary asked looking at both of us smiling at each other.

“Shall I tell her Greg?”

“That’s up to you, think she will understand?”

“Understand what, come on don’t keep me in the dark mum,” Mary cried in frustration.

“Frank and I fucked together. It was wonderful Mary, just wonderful to feel a large cock inside me again, just wonderful.”

“MUM WHAT ARE YOU SAYING,” Mary screamed.

“Oh quiet down, Greg is just what we both need, you as much as me. Go on let him make a woman of you. Cooped up here with me must make you a frustrated woman. I appreciate what you have sacrificed spending your life with me, but every woman needs a man.”

“But I’m his aunt and you are his grandmother, how could you?”

“Easy, drop your knickers, open your legs and get on your back, which is all it takes.”

“Oh mum you are disgusting,” Mary said leaving the room.

“She’s thinking about it Greg, just give her some time. Now you go and get your things I want you back as soon as possible,” she said with a smile.

Mary let me out but she never looked me in the eye, she kept her head down as she undid the bolts on the door.

“I’ll be back soon Mary, see you then.”

“Take care, we will be waiting,” was the answer but still she had her head down.

“You’re going to stay with Gran Walker and Mary. They are the last people I thought you would want to spend any time with,” my mother asked when I told her where I was going.

“When was the last time any of the family visited them?” I asked.

“Well, we don’t want to upset Gran, and Mary looks after her fine.”

“In other words as long as Mary is looking after her that’s OK. Is that it?”

“Well yes son, leave them alone you will only upset them.”

“Gran asked me and I’m going.”

“How could she ask you she doesn’t even know what day it is?”

“She knows what day this is, I can vouch for that,” I said smiling to myself.

When I returned Gran was nowhere to be seen and Mary showed me to the spare room. She stood in the middle of the room still looking down, and then she lifted her head and looked at me. “Did you and mum really do what she said?”

“Yes we did, your mum is a sexy old woman and obviously loves her sex.”

“But having sex with your grandmother is against the law and she is an old woman.”

“Do you never feel the urge to have a man Mary?”

“Often - you shouldn’t ask me such questions, I’m your aunt and much older than you.”

“Your mother is older than me also, but she didn’t mind at all. I bet if I went to her right now she would welcome me between her legs.”

“Oh please don’t tease me like this.” She said bursting out crying, no not crying, sobbing, sobbing that bad that her shoulders were moving up and down. I stepped forward and took hold of her shoulders, but she pushed me away. I followed her as she stepped back and again held her, this time she rested her head on my shoulder and continued crying. I let her cry to get whatever was causing this outburst to subside.

“I’ve never had a man and mum knows it that is why she teases me so. I dream every night of having a man to make love to me, but how can I, when I have to look after mum.”

As she had been speaking I had been holding her right breast gently massaging her lovely firm orb. No objections were forthcoming, so I moved my hand down to her lower abdomen and gently moved my hand in circles. Through her dress and panties I could feel her pubic mound. At first she put her hand down, but soon took it away to hold me close. It was just a short drop of the hand to cup her mound of Venus and Mary opened her legs a little wider as I rubbed her through her dress.

“Come lie on the bed Mary, it will be more comfortable,” I whispered in her ear, she moved towards the bed without any more being said, lay back.

I slipped her dress up and caressed the tender inner thigh which made her open her legs even wider. When I reached the crotch of her panties they were sopping wet through the silky material. At least Mary wore lovely feminine underwear, which came down her legs so easy when I hooked my finger into the crotch and pulled.

It must be a family trait, for she too had a lovely looking pussy. When I moved between her legs she looked up with a worried look on her face, but dropped her head and closed her eyes. It was just a matter of undoing my trousers and letting them drop and moving closer.

She let me part the lips of her vagina and put my crown at the entrance, but when I started to enter, she raised her hands to my chest and started to push me away and say no. Since parting her lips I had moved my hand to her clitoris and was gently rubbing it to an erection. Now she was pulling me forward so our heads were close. “Please Greg make me a woman.”

With that I just pushed, I met a little resistance, a tightening around my crown and a little cry from Mary, and then I was sliding up her moistened vagina stretching her in length and width. Now she had a tight hold on my arms as finally I was totally embedded. I slipped my hands under her thighs and lifted her legs, for they were still outstretched. This let me slip in even further and as I raised her legs I kept on sinking in more until our pubic bones crashed together.

“That wasn’t so bad now was it Mary,” I said looking at her smiling face. I kissed her on the nose as I said it. She took my face in both hands and kissed me full on the lips. I did the same to her and we pressed our lips with open mouth in a very un relative way.

“I like it, I really do, but you have filled me up, are all men as big as you?”

“No Mary I’m sorry I have made you into a big Cock Queen. I’m twice as big as normal, but women seem to want a big man.”

“I always dreamt of a big man so I have one now.”

With that she just rolled her hips twice and started a slow rocking back and forth as though she had been fucking all her life. That suited me fine and a couple of minutes later she too had my sperm soaking her body. Like her mother she held me there, I suppose getting the feel of having a man embedded in her pussy and her legs spread wide. That is one thing a woman has to be able to do, is get her legs wide.

When we returned to the lounge Gwen was sitting on the lounge, she looked at Mary and then at me. “Well you didn’t take long to take my advice. Now was I wrong Mary?”

“No, it was wonderful, I feel so alive now.”

“Better hope that he hasn’t put a bun in the oven for you.”

“I don’t care mum; at least I would be a complete woman then.”

“My you have grown up. I told you a good cock really makes a woman. Now me, I can’t get enough and I’m ready any minute you are Greg.”

“Mum must you be so open with your demands.”

“Mary we only have him for a few days let’s make the most of him while we can. I’m sure Greg doesn’t mind where he sinks his cock, just as long as it’s in a warm pussy.”

Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought I would hear my grandmother talk so. She was so open and couldn’t care who heard.

That evening I was enshrined in Gwen’s hot pussy. This time it was in my favourite position, Gwen was on her hands and knees with her head on the pillow as I was sinking my cock deep into her body as hard as I could, which suited Gwen. Hell I couldn’t imagine my other grandmother on her hands and knees with me rove up her pussy, but then maybe she too would love it. I was quite happy with my two relatives just the way they were. Gran was almost a nymphomaniac; she just couldn’t get enough cock inside her and I bet she would take more than one man at a time, if others were available. 

I drew too much back and slipped out, in my eagerness to get back in I drove my cock into the wrong hole, this time I had hit her anus. It was just a little tight at first, but because I was so well lubricated I slipped right into the hilt. If I hadn’t a hold of Gwen’s hips I dare say she would have shot forward. Now here I was, buried to the hilt in her rectum and it felt just as nice as her vagina, but a little slacker.

“Well that is the first time I’ve had a cock up my arse, and it isn’t what I thought it would be. In fact I like it. Keep it there Greg but a little gentler please,” Gwen said from the pillow.

I didn’t like to say that it was also my first time inside someone’s arse, so I did as she asked and shortly afterwards unloaded my sperm inside her rectum. When I withdrew I left a large hole which slowly closed as I watched, but not completely there was a small hole the size of a pencil as I got off the bed and showered.

When I woke the next morning Mary was lying beside me. “I just want to be near you Greg I hope you don’t mind,” she said.

I put my arm around her and drew her close. She was wearing a nylon nightdress, but I didn’t try to remove it. “Frank I love you; I want to come and see you, can I?”

“Sure Mary any time, in fact I’ll even pay your way. I will leave instructions with my lawyer that any time you want to come he will get you a ticket. So you have no need to worry on these lines, but why me Mary?”

“You are the only one in the family who even cares about us; all the others shun us like the plague. It isn’t fair they leave mum to me and everyone knows I’m not the brightest, yet no-one helps.”

“I’d love you to come out and see me, even stay if you want.”

“I will never leave mum, but at least I now know that someone wants me. I also want you to make love to me again, but not now, all I want is to be held.”

“We lay there watching the sun come up and I was wondering what Mavis and Henrietta would say if my aunt Mary suddenly made an appearance. I’ll cross that bridge when it occurs.

Then at lunchtime we had a visitor - my mother. I doubt if she had ever stepped foot in Gran’s house since her marriage. She looked surprised that we were all sitting around the table laughing when she arrived.

“Well Victoria, this is a surprise. What brings you here now, is it because Greg would rather stay with me than be in the company of a woman who has her fanny stitched up,” Gwen said rudely.

What the jib about her pussy being stitched up was beyond me, but my mother was definitely a prude no doubt about it, that was why I moved out.

“Still the same venomous tongue I see, you must be getting better, back to your old self.”

Now I could see there was no love lost between them, I wonder why.

“I came to ask my son a favour, otherwise I wouldn’t darken your door,” my mother shot back.

“Sure you don’t want him also to get into your knickers, like you did his grandfather,” Gwen retaliated.

Now I knew the cause of the bitterness, my mother appears to have been shafted by my grandfather. I wonder if my father was my half-brother.

“No I don’t, I only want to ask him if he will give me a lift down to the city when he goes, I have an appointment the next day and it would be more convenient.”

“Sure mum, no bother, I’ll be round the night before I leave and then we can leave early the next morning.”

“Thank you Greg that is very kind of you. Now I’ll let you and your Gran continue with what you were doing.”

“I was arranging a convenient time to shaft me,” Gwen said and burst out laughing.

“Honestly Greg I can’t see why you like associating with that woman,” my mother said as she left through the door.

“What’s the jib about the stitched up pussy?” I asked Gwen.

“You know why you have no brothers or sisters?”

“No!”

“Well your father hasn’t even got between your mothers legs; she won’t allow him near her. The only reason your father stays with Victoria is because she has the money, nothing else. If your father wants to relieve his passion he goes to a prostitute or anyone he can pick up. Since your father is fishing mad I suspect he uses a fish,” Gwen said bursting out laughing.

I knew what she meant, for my father was a bit like Mary, slow.

Speaking of Mary, the last two days it was just Mary and I, Gwen had slipped back into a world of her own, back to her Sammy. Most of the time she didn’t even recognise me, she just sat in her chair gazing into space. Mary and I were in her bedroom, me buried in her lovely pussy as Mary cried at my leaving.

The last evening I drove over to my parent’s home and as usual one of my other aunts was there. My mother had six sisters and they all lived in the area. Every one of them was churchgoing except my mother, but I suspected her of secretly slipping off to church when my father was away fishing. My father was against her going to church, so she didn’t go openly. It was Fiona who was here tonight, her husband was the owner of a chain of furniture shops and like all the other sisters’ husbands felt they were in the upper echelon of the local society.

They all talked as though they had a pebble in their mouths and I often wondered why my father and mother married, for they were from different classes entirely. As usual my father slept or should I say snored all through the evening before he retired for the night. Having some knowledge of the rift between my Gran and mother I was keen to get the whole story, but decided to wait until we were in the car travelling to the city where my mother couldn’t just walk away.

We were travelling the motorway when I broached the subject of the affair between my grandfather and her.

“That subject should never have been raised,” my mother said obviously upset.

“Well it has surfaced and I would like to know the whole story. Were you being shafted by my grandfather? A simple yes or no will do.”

“How dare you ask such a question in such a disgusting manner from your own mother?”

“Oh cut the crap and just say yes or no.”

“Yes,” she said in a quiet voice now looking out of the passenger window.

“So you liked cock, what is bad about that. At least you kept it in the family.”

“How dare you Greg, I’m disappointed in you thinking that way.”

“What way?”

“Saying keeping it in the family.”

“Well I did,” I let it slip out without thinking.

“Now it’s my time to ask what you mean,” my mother said looking straight at me now.

“Well if you must know for the past week I have been shafting Gwen and Mary both and I don’t care whether you know or not.”

“Frank how could you; both are far older than you. Mary is my age and your grandmother; well she’s your grandmother.”

“They both loved my cock though and I loved fucking them. Age means nothing to me a woman is a woman, no matter how old she is. I bet you get the hots over some young fellow and thinking about it is just as bad as doing it.”

“It is not, no-one gets hurt just thinking about it.”

“Who gets hurt, not usually the one who is having it off, it’s usually the ones who isn’t because they are jealous.”

“You have a very twisted outlook of life Greg; I’ve no idea where you get these ideas from.”

I looked across and saw she had her legs crossed and she was swinging her upper leg, which was a way a woman can masturbate herself.

“Pussy getting warm Victoria is it?” I asked.

“Who said you can call me Victoria?”

“You never answered my question?”

“Shut up and mind your own business and keep your eyes on the road,” she snapped back.

When we arrived at the hotel there was only one room available, but with twin beds. There was a Pharmaceutical Convention on and all the rooms were taken. I turned towards her to ask her and before I could ask she spoke to the booking clerk. “We’ll take it, thank you.” I looked at her; she shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

The beds were large single almost a double size. The room was lovely and warm and had the same layout as my room at Mavis’s.

“Well let me take you to dinner Victoria, for that is what I’m going to call you from now on. Are you coming?”

She linked her arm into mine, smiled and said. “Thank you Greg. You can call me Victoria if you wish.”

After dinner we returned to our room. “Well Victoria which bed do you want?”

“Which one is yours?”

I pointed to the first one.

“Then that is mine also. Now let’s see if what you have been saying is really true.”

I never though my mother would be so brazen. I started stripping and she followed me. Also I never saw her wearing so flimsy underwear, I know I hadn’t seen all her underwear, but I have seen her smalls drying on the clothes line, but there were never as flimsy as what she was wearing now. She was wearing a thong, her breasts were only supported on the underside and the nipples were just covered. The colour was a two-tone green; just looking at her dressed this way reminded me of pin-ups.

“I see you looking at my underwear, like them. I bought them just for this trip.”

“You mean you have planned all this. Do you have an appointment?”

“No, I will be going straight back once I see you off.”

“What made you want to come with me?”

“I know you better than you think. I knew you had been living with an older woman and then when you decided to go and live with your grandmother and Mary I knew what for. I wish you had stayed at home, we could have got together sooner.”

“So you don’t care that you are going to be fucked by your own son?”

“I’m keeping it in the family. I have just seen that massive cock and know now why Mary and Gwen were all smiles.” Victoria said and then laughed.

That did it I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down on top of me. In one movement she had grabbed my cock pushed her thong to one side and I was sinking into her body. She was as tight as Henrietta and just as smooth as she slipped down my shaft to sit on my hips.

“You are a lot bigger than your grandfather was, he was big too. He was your father Greg, I should have told you years ago, but I just couldn’t, do you forgive me?”

“As long as you have me inside you, you are forgiven for anything, surely you know that Victoria.”

“I hope that this won’t be the last time we will be together. I also have six sisters whom your grandfather started to let them feel what a big cock felt like, then he went and got himself killed.”

“Oh why didn’t you tell me all this earlier, we could have been a real close family.”

“Well you know where we live, don’t you,” she replied.

The slight movement of her hips and I was in heaven, as I was now filling my mothers pussy. She was the one who was doing all the work and it was obvious that she loved every minute of being fucked by me. Lying there getting fucked I was determined to bring Henrietta back here. There was more scope here than back in the outback. One thing though I wasn’t going to desert Henrietta.

Twice more that night I sank my cock into Victoria, felt her vagina encircle my cock and filled her vagina with my sperm. It seemed so natural that we should be coupled the way we were and as the night progressed she clung to me even more. The love she was declaring for me was not the love between a mother and son but between a man and a woman.

Standing in the departure lounge Victoria burst into tears. “Frank please come back I want you here, not just me but all of us, especially when I tell them you are even bigger than your grandfather, no not your grandfather, your real father ever was.”

The last picture I had of her was her waving at me with tears running down her cheeks spoiling her make-up.

The journey back went quickly for I was given a seat beside an old woman who was going on holiday to meet her son, whom she hadn’t seen in ten years. I have no idea what started it, but when the lights went out and we were snugged up in a shared blanket she had my cock out and moving her hand up and down the shaft. I had my hand up the side of her dress, cupping one of her breasts which were out of her bra, after she made the excuse she couldn’t sleep with her bra clasped. I must say she had lovely soft breasts and she was now breathing shallower. Then just as I was about to blow my load she bent down and enclosed my cock head in her mouth and sucked the lot. Then I felt that she had taken her false teeth out and she was rubbing her gums on my shaft. If she was planning to do this to her son, then he was some lucky fellow.

When we arrived she strolled away as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. I made my way to the long-term car park and recovered Henrietta’s Nissan and started my journey back. It took me sixteen hours until I pulled up outside the front door, but was surprised to find the utility wasn’t parked there. Then a light came on and Henrietta was standing at the door. When she saw me she rushed into my arms. “Welcome back Greg, I have missed you so much.” Hell I loved this woman; a lump came into my throat as I held her to me.

It was then that she told me Mavis had rolled her utility the day I had left and had died a week later. “Henrietta, I am taking you home to my country, we are so isolated here if anything happened to you I couldn’t bear it. I’m going to start the arrangements for us to return home.”

“I don’t want to go to your country I want to stay here; this is my home and yours now.”

Without telling her I rang my lawyers back home and told them I was going to return and to stop any leases on one of the units. Also to stop shipping my effects, which I knew weren’t due to leave for another week yet.

I had got through customs with the first load of money and I decided I would try it again with the rest with just a layer of clothing covering the top. For now I decided I was going home no matter what Henrietta said, she would do as she was told. I could make up my backpack and arrange to have it sent as cargo.

I talked my move over with Henrietta that night and still she wouldn’t budge. I had been travelling for over two days, I was dead beat and immediately my head touched the pillow I was sound asleep. When I woke the next morning it was late, I went looking for Henrietta and she was nowhere to be found, not even a note. What I did find out was that she had packed a bag with some clothes and her car was gone.

I was furious, for she could have waited until I woke up and faced me. I went and retrieved the ammunition box and emptied the money into my overnight bag. I then took all my personal things out of my pack which couldn’t be replaced then packed them into the panniers of the motorcycle. As I was about to top up the tank I displaced a registration plate for a motorcycle, which had been covered in dust face down. I had no registration sticker, but I had at least plates now and was less likely to get stopped if the police saw a numberplate.

I quickly secured it on the back under the tail-light and after locking up the house left, cutting across country to the main road and then heading back to the city. On the way I even parked alongside a police car and spoke to the police officers at a petrol station without any unusual remarks about my bike.

I made better time back to the city than I did in the car and I headed straight for the hotel where I had a long soak and a good meal. While I was having the meal a young Asian woman approached.

“Mind if I join you, I hate eating alone,” she said with a sweet voice.

“Please do, I’m alone also and would love your company.”

“Are you travelling?” She asked.

“I am only on a holiday here and I’m thinking of calling it quits and return home.”

“I’m a crew member and I’m going back all the way in three days, I’m getting married so I’m going to be a passenger half the way and working the rest. If you’re going home I’ll get you a seat easy on the same flight as I’m on, then we will be company for each other until then.”

“Right your on, I will be back in five minutes you wait here now. By the way what is your name, mines Greg.”

“Susan Foo, but I’ve never lived in Asia, before you ask.”

I went up to my room and took two bundles of 100’s locked my overnight bag back in the locker and returned downstairs to the dining room.

“Well Susan, let’s buy my ticket and then we can go to the city for I need some new clothes.”

True to her word she got me a seat on the same flight as she was on and within half an hour I had paid for the ticket and we were heading into the city. I bought a new outfit and changes of underwear, and then we headed back to the hotel. We really clicked and were acting like two people who had known each other for years. When I said I was going up to my room to drop off my purchases, she decided to come with me.

As we stepped into my room she came into my arms, we embraced and fondled each other, falling on the bed. It was just a matter of time when I was slipping my cock into her small body. Gran had told me to think positive and that was just what I was doing and found that even a small built person like Susan easily encased my cock in their bodies.

“I never meant it to go this far, but now it has happened, I want to go on and enjoy the next couple of days together,” she said.

When we had finished and we were lying back with her now on top of me and still embedded in her wet and sticky pussy, for Susan just seemed to stream her lubricant.

“I think you are the greatest, how you managed to take my cock was amazing, for several women have run away when the have seen it, yet you just gobbled me up.”

“I had my doubts believe me, but how I’m going to be satisfied with my future husband is beyond me, maybe I’ll shrink again.” She said laughing.

“Well I’ll just have to come along and stretch you back.”

“You would still want to see me again after we get back home?”

“Why not, we get on well together don’t we?”

“Oh Greg I love the way you make love, and I love your self-confidence, but I don’t think it will be possible.”

“Let’s wait and see, I’ll give you my number and you can always call me.”

“Come on let us have a bath together and then get into bed, for I want you to stay here tonight.”

“Try to keep me away; I’m not finished with you yet.”

We had only been in bed five minutes when I started kissing her and then down to her small breasts which were only a mouthful each. Eventually I had my head buried between her legs and was enjoying the exploration.

“Come on, don’t be greedy, let me play as well,” she said.

So we turned on the bed and I was below as she lay on my body with her head hovering around my penis and her lovely round bottom in front of my face. I plunged my face once more into that lovely sweet tasting pussy and using my tongue I lapped up all the juices she secreted. At the same time she was masturbating and licking my penis, trying to get the large head inside her mouth. I loved the way she was working on it.

The following days were a series of fucking and meals and I must have shafted her sixteen times before the flight. If she keeps this up with her future husband he will be dead in a week.

“Susan, I need a bag taken through customs at the other end, it’s not drugs you can check if you like. I’ll even give you some if you will do it.”

“What is it?” She asked.

“I won a lot of money, but I can’t take it out of the country. I don’t want to leave it here, I want it back home.”

“I don’t want anything; I’ll get your bag through and meet you in the café in the boarding hall. We have had a wonderful time together and I will do anything for you.”

So I handed over my overnight bag to her after taking out a few bundles and hoped I could trust her. For half of the flight we were together and then I never saw her the rest of the flight. Leaving the plane I didn’t see her as I made my way through customs. I made for the ‘Nothing to Declare’ exit but was called in by a customs officer. All I had was my personal effects in a small suitcase I had bought in the city, I was waved through then. God if I’d been caught with all that money I would certainly be detained.

What was going through my mind was that Susan had scuppered with my money, somewhere along the flight, but all the same I made for the coffee shop just in case.
What a relief it was seeing her standing there with a man dressed in a pilot’s uniform, holding my overnight bag. When she saw me she waved and moved towards me. She went on tiptoe and kissed me on the cheek. “Frank, this is Tony the man I’m going to marry next week, isn’t he gorgeous.” She said so innocently.

I shook Tony’s hand and told him what a wonderful and faithful woman Susan was. What a bloody liar I was, knowing that for three days I’d fucked Susan raw.

She smiled at me before they blissfully walked away, but I was certain I would be hearing from Susan again, for she had my contact number.

The first thing I did was telephone my mother. The telephone rang for quite a bit and I was just going to replace the receiver when my mother came on the line. “I’m back home for good, I hope you meant what you said before I left.”

“Frank, I meant every single word; you and I will have a wonderful time now, when will you be home?”

“As soon as possible, get that sexy underwear out of hiding.”

It wasn’t a fortune I had in my bag but it was a good foundation and I meant to build on that foundation now I had a start. I feel bad about leaving Henrietta, but she had her chance and that was that, now I will keep myself to the family only, since Victoria says they are just waiting.

The easiest way to get home was by coach, which left almost hourly, so that was the way I travelled home, just like any other lower-class traveller.

My short-term lessee still had two months left on his lease, so I decided to stay at my parents, my mother wouldn’t have it any other way. Victoria was hardly out of my room, always eager to have her pussy imprisoning my cock. To me this was heaven on earth now, and the best part of it my father never even noticed, but then he wasn’t my father, only my mother and lover’s husband.

Getting my money converted cost me two hours with Aunt Louis. Now Louis was the old-fashioned type who still wore thick stockings and bloomer knickers yet she was younger than my mother. Louis was no beauty either, her protruding upper teeth and no visible lower jaw made her look like the horsy set. She was the only woman I knew who could get a good length of my cock down her throat, so she was unique at least within the family. She wasn’t a big cock queen before our meeting, but when we parted she was eager to continue our meetings.

One evening I was sitting in the lounge with my parents, my father as usual was asleep in his chair. Victoria!” I began for now that was what I called her all the time. “Victoria I think I’ll resign my position, for I had broken every rule in the book since I started my walking holiday and it wouldn’t be right for me to remain.”

“Frank, whatever you do don’t resign, there are many women out there in this city alone who would give their all to share what you have. Those are the women who are your family; my sisters and I are one of those women.”

So I took her advice and remained a Minister of the Church to look after my family.

Belle

I will take my mother Victoria’s advice and stay with the ministry. I still had a few months left on my unpaid leave, with more than enough funds to see me through. So until I am given a parish or another posting I will while away my time visiting my relatives. If Victoria is right then it won’t be boring at all. That was the intention, but that wasn’t what happened.

Aunt Louis, well what could I say, she was that cock happy that on one visit to her at the bank I shafted her on top of her desk, she couldn’t wait until we met at her home. It was during that visit to her I was invited to her youngest daughters birthday party. The daughter Violet was turning sixteen; we always got on well together so I accepted the invitation. 

When I arrived on the day of the party I was confronted by twenty teenagers, loud music and screaming voices, all having a glorious time. After presenting Violet with an MP3 player as a present, I made my way to a quieter part of the house and sat down, in fact waiting for Louis.

I had only been sitting there about ten minutes when a young woman came in and sat by my side on the lounge.

“Music a bit too loud for you?” She asked.

“A bit, anyway I don’t want to spoil the fun so I came in here.”

“You’re the vicar, Violet told me she had a relative who was a vicar. I don’t go to church and I’ve never spoken to a vicar before. Oh by the way, I’m Belle, short for Isobella.”

“Nice to meet you Belle, forget the vicar bit call me Greg.”

Now I couldn’t even guess what Belle’s age was, it could be anything up to twenty, for she had a well developed body even the thighs had filled out into a womanly shape. She wasn’t tall though only over the five feet mark. Like all young women these days she had a bare midriff with a stud in her belly button and her skirt high up on her thighs. Her dark hair was long, puffy curly and looked a tangles mess, but it had been brushed that way and hang both down to her chest and back. The hairstyle suited her well done-up face. Belle was a beautiful young woman, even though I didn’t approve of the style of clothing.

“The noise was giving me a headache. I saw you come in here so I thought I’d follow.”

“Sorry about the headache, it’s a bit quieter in here though, but I’d thought you were used to all that loud music.”

“Naw, I never play loud music at home. Most of the gang in the other room are all from Violet’s class. I only know Violet from our Karate classes, she invited me to come to her party, but it isn’t my scene.”

“Well what is your scene Belle?”

“I like the soft romantic music. I have a large collection of nice soft music, would you like to come and see it,” she said in a casual way. Was this an invitation for something else or was it just as she said an invite to see her collection.

“When do you want me to come?”

“Well I was thinking of leaving the party, I have shown my face so Violet won’t be offended.”

“Let’s go then, I have my car outside.”

“It isn’t far, only round the corner.” She now said eagerly.

True, it was only around the corner and I followed her in to a neat but working-class home. Belle went up the stairs and stopped halfway. “Come on I have all my CD’s in my room.” Then she ran upstairs and I followed.

The room had posters and other paraphernalia covering the walls, but surprisingly the room was neat and tidy. There was a king single bed, desk, easy chair, built in wardrobe, dressing-table and a bookcase half filled with books the other half CD’s.

“See I have over two hundred.” She said pointing out with her hand and turned to face me.

“A young woman your age must have other interests though?” I asked.

“I like sex, I bet you could give a woman a good time.”

“I have been told I do, but surely you don’t go with anyone?”

“No-way, I only went with my boyfriend, who has joined the Army and now posted to Iraq, cutting off my sex. So if you had sex with me, you’d only be the second man I’d have been with. I’m clean, I don’t do drugs, I just like having sex.”

“How old are you Belle?”

“Don’t worry old enough to take any man, but I only like it two ways, either I’m on top or doggy fashion. I don’t like anyone lying over me.”

“Why are you telling me all these details Belle?”

“So you know, for I can see the bulge in your trousers getting bigger, so I must attract you, am I right.”

“Yes, you are observant of a man’s predicament.”

“Well will you help me out, I promise not to hound you or tell anyone,” she now pleaded.

That is one thing about modern women, they are not afraid to come right out and put the facts on the table.

“You are a very beautiful young woman, how could any man refuse such an offer.”

“Great, I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” She said and immediately drew her short halter blouse over her head, revealing a lace covered bra bulging with an ample bosom. When she undone the clasp there was no sagging and the twin orbs stood proudly from her chest.

“I see you are admiring my breasts, I’m proud of them also,” she said smiling and drew down her skirt and panties at the same time, standing before me naked. “Well what are you waiting for, get em off, here I’ll help you.” She said coming closer and started undoing my shirt.

A naked young woman so close was too hard to bear, I took her in my arms and our lips came together, in a passionate kiss. I felt her breasts press against my chest also her lower body as she pressed herself hard against me.

Within a minute with Belle’s lips still glued to mine I got rid of my trousers and the rest of my clothes except my socks. It took only a small step before we lay on the bed with Belle looking down at me. She had her hand on the shaft of my cock and as she touched it she detached her lips and looked down at what she had in her hand.

“Oh my vicar, can a woman take such a cock, you are twice the size of Tommy my boyfriend.”

“I’ve had no complaint so far, in fact the reverse. Only thing once you have felt a big cock you will feel you are missing out when you meet a man with a normal penis.”

“Lie on your back, I want to see if I can take such a monster.”

I did as she asked and once again I had a woman straddling my hips, but never one so young and beautiful as Belle. I’m no oil painting and never imagined having such a beautiful woman as a sex partner. Belle took out a condom and slipped it over my cock in the most expert way, in one fluid action. After that it never took her long to guide my shaft to her warm moist entrance and slowly lower herself on to me. She was tight and it was either because of her tense muscles, or the fact she was small built, but she grasped me tighter than any other woman has before.

Down she slid until I was totally encased in a tight, warm pussy. Belle was smiling down, but only seconds before she was grimacing as she impaled herself. Taking her height and on average her body length would only be about two feet three, I was halfway up her body.

“I love this, oh yes, this is so nice, you have filled me up,” she said still smiling down at me.

Belle started a slow rocking back and forth then rising and lowering herself on to my shaft. Never before have I felt such a grasping on the total length of my cock that it sent wonderful sensations through my body. Only thing I didn’t like the feel of the condom, it took the edge off the feeling one usually has when it’s flesh to flesh.

It was obvious that Belle had been taught well by her boyfriend as she neither hurried nor went too slow as she brought me to my climax. I couldn’t tell if she had experienced one, for she had kept up the steady pace throughout. When I did she just smiled as usual and looked down at me while perched on my hips with my cock still embedded.

“I liked that, we must do it again, I see what you mean, and a big cock is different.”

We both got off the bed when Belle just rose and out dropped my limp rubber encased manhood. I removed the condom and Belle handed me a tissue.

“What will I do with this?” I said holding the condom up with the small bulb at the end swollen with my sperm.

“Flush it down the toilet, it’s to your left of my room door.”

I picked up my clothes and with them bundled in one arm and holding the condom in the other I went to her bathroom. I disposed of the condom as she said and after washing myself redressed and met her outside her door.

We were having a cup of coffee when the front door opened and a woman in her forties, dressed in a nurse’s uniform came in. She looked at Belle and then me. “What has been going on here? I saw the car out front. Who are you?” She asked looking straight at me.

“This is a relative of Violet’s he is a vicar and dropped me off. I gave him a cup of coffee mum,” Belle replied to her mother’s questions.

“Oh that is all right, I was worried for your still to young to be going with a man. That’s why I didn’t like you going round with Tommy he was too old for you.” She addressed Belle

It always struck me as funny the way people think of vicars and priests. You would think that they thought we had no sexual feelings at all and told you their most intimate feelings without even a blush. Telling you things that they would never dare mention even to their spouses.

“You wouldn’t be going past Francis Street when you leave?” She asked me.

“Why do you ask?”

“I have to take something to my mother and when I saw the car, maybe you could drop me off. I’ve been on my feet all day and wasn’t looking forward to that walk,” the mother said.

“Certainly I’ll even bring you back, I have nothing important to do and it would be a pleasure,” I said.

The mother looked nothing like Belle, she was much taller and thinner, with hardly any bust at all, and even her hips were small and shallow. Also she was no beauty unlike her daughter.

After the coffee I drove the mother to her mother’s house, which was almost two miles away. In front of the house were three other cars. I parked further down the street and walked back with her. The cars were the property of three of the women who were just leaving when we arrived, but stopped to be introduced.

“Who’s the young man you have with you Tracy?” Said a woman in her early sixties, who would have been the image of Belle in her younger days.

“This is a vicar who brought Belle home and he offered to bring me here and take me home again Christine,” the mother replied. So it wasn’t her mother I worked out, but her husband’s mother.

I shook hands with the elderly woman, “Greg Forsyth, I’m just waiting to be assigned another parish. I’ve been on a long leave and only returned from abroad recently,” I said to cover any further questions.

“These are my three friends; we meet for bridge every other day. Helen, Joyce and Freda,” she answered pointing to her friends who I shook hands with. All were in the same age bracket and all seemed to be dressed the same, in a silk floral dress, buttoned halfway down the front with full skirt down to just below the knee. All of them wearing pearl necklaces of various strings.

Tracy and Christine went through to the back of the house and five minutes later reappeared, but during that time I was bombarded by questions from the three women.

“Are you married?”

Will you be in a church close by?”

“Do you live in the area?

Etc, etc. They seemed genuinely interested in my marital state more than anything and when I said I was single, the three of them smiled at one another.

“I’d like you to call in and see me sometime you are in the area,” Christine said as Tracy and I were leaving. The other three women had stayed behind, no doubt comparing notes.

I dropped Tracy off and returned home to an empty house. In one way glad, for Belle really took it out of me and I could do with a rest, for I’m sure Victoria will be slinking into my bedroom as usual tonight.

Since the days we spent in the hotel as I waited for my plane, my mother Victoria has been as a lover to me. She hardly has let a night pass since my return when my cock hasn’t been buried in her warm pussy. Not that I’m objecting for she knows how to work her body to prolong our passion. I only wished she would ease off a bit, for I find fucking the same woman almost every night becomes boring. I love variety and even though I enjoyed my meeting with Belle I much preferred the mature woman, they were somehow more appreciative and willing. Not that Belle could have been more willing and it was nice to have sunk my shaft into such a virile beautiful young women.

I got my rest, for my mother stayed the night with Martha her older sister who had just been widowed due to her husband dying of prostrate cancer.

Helen & Margo

During a trip to the shopping centre the next day, at the checkout I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and there was Helen, one of the women I had been introduced to at Christine’s yesterday, “Hello Greg, fancy meeting you here,”

“I’m going for a coffee Helen, want one?”

“Thank you I will and you even remembered my name,” she said with a giggle, which seemed strange coming from someone her age.

Helen was a thin woman, not pencil thin but thinner than women of her age group. Her bearing was proud and she held her head high with a superior look about her. She was still wearing a similar style dress as yesterday, with a three-string pearl necklace. Here was another woman who in her earlier period of life would have been one that men turned and looked at as she passed. She still drew men’s attention, for as we sat talking men and women still turned their heads and glanced at her.

As we sat in a booth of the café opposite each other and all the time we were drinking our coffee she was rubbing her foot up and down my leg. I knew this was another elderly woman just craving for some attention and I was wondering how to approach her. One thing about the tables in these booths they were narrow and it was easy to reach under the table and touch the thigh of the person opposite. This was exactly what I did on the pretence of leaning forward. I slipped my hand partially up her inner thigh under her dress and under her slip – she never batted an eyelid. Helen opened her knees slightly as I rotated my fingers on her soft inner thigh.

She lifted the cup with both hands and looked at me over the rim of her cup as she slowly closed her knees together. The closing wasn’t a rejection move but more one of acceptance, as I continued my caress.

“You couldn’t come and see me tomorrow afternoon could you?” She said leaning closer.

“Why tomorrow and not today?”

“My husband will be home this afternoon; he is having a half-day, but he is then away tomorrow for two days. I would love you to come round, could you wear your dog-collar; it will stop wagging tongues,” she said with a smile as she slid forward on her seat. My hand slid up to feel her plump vulva through her silk panty.

After that I withdrew my hand and smiled at her. “Certainly Helen, I’ll come and give you a blessing.”

“It’s not a blessing I want or need, it is someone to just help me relieve this urge.”

“I think I could arrange that just fine Helen, I’ll be round just after one.”

“I’ll be waiting, now I must run, got to get my husbands lunch,” she said rising and waving to me as she disappeared into the crowd. Hell this was getting easier by the day I thought as I eyed all the other elderly women seated in the café. I wondered how many of them seated there were as affable as Helen, Victoria and even my Gran Gwen.

As I was thinking this an elderly woman loaded with bags dumped them down on the seat opposite me and sat letting out a loud sigh. “You don’t mind if I sit at the table with you, I’m buggered,” she said.

What could I say she was already sitting there? “You sit there, I’ll get you a coffee, want anything with it?”

“Thank you son, I would love a scone and cream if you don’t mind, I like my coffee white,” she replied.

I returned with her hot scone and cream and another coffee for myself then sat down.

“Names Greg, I hope you enjoy your scone.”

“Margo Flint, it’s not often a young man buys me a coffee, thank you Greg. What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a Doctor of Theology,” I answered.

“Oh that’s nice,” she replied knowing she hadn’t any idea what it meant.

“You’re really bogged down, why don’t you let me get you a trolley to carry your shopping.”

“I should have one I know, but I was just dying for a coffee.”

From where I was sitting there was a rack of trolleys only a few steps outside the café and within seconds I was back with a trolley for her.

“That is real kind of you Greg, I miss a man doing things for me. It’s not until you live on your own you realise just how much you miss a man and not just for doing odd jobs.”

“What do you mean Margo?” I asked, knowing quite well what she meant.

“Personal and private things, you know!” She said not looking at me.

“So you miss your little flings then?”

“Getting a bit personal aren’t we, better change the subject,” she said with a smirk on her face as though remembering the past.

“Sure.”

“I must dash or I’ll miss my bus,” she said trying to ease herself out of the booth.

“Sit and enjoy your coffee and scone I’ll take you home. That’s if you don’t mind?”

“You certainly are looking after me today. I’ll take you up on that offer as well,” she said settling down again to finish her coffee and scone, which was heaped with cream. Margo seemed to like her cream and she wasn’t that fat only well rounded as I have heard some women describe themselves with Margo’s build.

After she finished her coffee and loaded her shopping in the back of my car I drove her to her home, which was in a secluded avenue of stand alone houses. This was no poor area, but one usually occupied with middle management and professional people. I pulled into her horseshoe driveway and leaving the motor running went to help her with her shopping.

As she stepped down from the car she seemed to twist her ankle and when I went round she had the foot up and holding it in one hand. “Silly me, I’ve twisted my ankle wearing these shoes. Would you be a dear and carry them in for me?”

I switched off the engine and with one arm around her helped her to the front door, which she opened with a mortise lock key.

“Straight through to the kitchen please,” she said once we were in the hall.

Once in the kitchen I sat her on a seat while I went and collected her shopping and brought it in closing the front door behind me. When I arrived back in the kitchen she had her leg up on her knee with her shoe and stocking off giving me a show of bare thigh and her blue panties, for her dress was high up on her thighs.

She saw me looking at her,” I bet you have seen more than I’m showing you right now. Come and have a look at my ankle and tell me what you think.”

I went over after placing all her shopping on the table and hunched down in front of her. “I don’t think there is anything at all wrong with your ankle. This is only a ploy to get me into your home.”

“Was I that shallow,” she said with a smile.

“Yes you were,” I said sliding my hand up her exposed thigh and pushing the leg of her panties to one side and sliding my finger into the crack between her vulva.

“Is this what you want you old witch,” I said smiling.

“Less of the old sonny, I just knew you wouldn’t turn a woman down because of her age. Not many of you young men even notice us old grey-haired women.”

“Oh I do, you are my kind of women.”

“I told you, I just knew it. Well what are we going to do now? Sit here all day and just talk about it.” She said smartly with a smile on her face.

“Here or bed?”

“Hell sonny I’m far too old for anything but my bed. Come help me upstairs, or I’ll be needing a nappy.”

Up we went leaving the shopping where it was up to a large bedroom with a large bed set against the wall opposite the window. The window went from floor to ceiling and even though lace curtains covered it, you could see out into the road over the top of her high hedge. 

“Don’t worry about the windows, you can’t see in, the glass is coated and looks like a mirror from the outside,” she said watching me looking at the windows.

She started undressing as she spoke taking off layers of clothing. I was expecting her large breasts to sink on to her stomach when she removed her bra but I was surprised there was only a slight sagging. There were no flaps of fat; she was what I would call cuddly. Now her eyes were riveted on my exposed cock, which was standing upright and must have looked huge to her.

“What have we got here, I was expecting a normal pecker and look what I’ve got, who would have believed it. This is my lucky day,” she said pulling my hand and pulling me over towards the bed.

Straight on to her back she went as soon as she got into the middle of the bed. Then dropped her hand and guided my shaft to her almost hairless pussy pushing me in without even bothering to open her vulva lips. Not that it mattered for I was sinking into her wet and warm pussy while holding on to her hips drawing her into me, sliding up to the hilt. Now this was more like it, not the clutching pussy of Belle, but a gentle confinement in her warm love-nest.

I looked down at her for her head was lower than her hips with the back of her thighs against my stomach. “It looks as though you love big cock Margo?”

“In my sixty-five years it must be the biggest and thickest cock I’ve ever seen or felt. Oh I love it, just pump away sonny, and whatever you do is all right with me as long as you keep that thing inside me.”

It looks as though I am most appreciated by the older women, the older the more appreciative. I drove my cock deep and slow, taking it gently, for I had no intention of hurting her, for this was a pussy I wanted to visit again. Here there was no rubber getting in the way of pleasure and I knew that no matter how much sperm I pumped into her there was no fear of pregnancy. This was what I liked about the older woman, it was all pure pleasure and I made full use of that as I climaxed into her willing and hot body, soaking it even more than it already was.

I lowered her hips down on to the bed, but she kept her legs up as I fondled her lovely soft orbs. 

“That was lovely, I enjoyed that Greg, I really did. Why don’t you look after all us oldies like you done me, we are now left out of life, the great unseen.”

“I may take your advice Margo. Know any of your friends who are so inclined?”

“Any? They all would give their pensions up just for what I have just had. Want me to contact them?”

“Not today, I don’t think I could handle another woman right away.”

“I don’t know what you young lads are coming too. Here I’m offering you a chance to show your manhood and you’re turning it down.”

“I’m not turning it down; I just need a break between.”

“Well my friends are not queuing at the door waiting to jump into bed. I have to get up and ring them first,” she said with a laugh. “And I don’t want to get up and lose this lovely man meat that’s inside me at the moment.”

“Well we will just lie here until it slides out on its own.”

It never took that long for my now shrunken pride and joy to slide out of her pleasant pussy.

“Come on let’s have a coffee, this one is on me,” she said wriggling off the bed and started dressing. I casually took a moisturised tissue from her dressing table and wiped myself clean, then I too dressed.

As the kettle boiled she was on the phone to, what had to be her best friend for she asked her if she would like to experience a young man once more. What was said and to whom she was talking I had no idea for no name was mentioned, not even mine. Margo replaced the receiver and turned towards me. “I hope you can come round here tomorrow evening about seven, there is someone who is more than interested in what you have to offer. She is much younger than me, also she is happily married except for one thing and that is something you can give her, I hope. You wanted to meet my friends so now is your chance. Want me to contact a couple more?” She said with a laugh.

“One at a time is just fine but what about you?”

“At the present I feel as though a horse has kicked me between the legs. Well you are almost built like one, so that must be why, but the feeling will soon go away and I’ll be willing to be kicked again,” she answered.

“You’re some woman Margo, who is your friend?”

“She is the daughter-in-law of my best friend, unfortunately my friend is away on two weeks holiday or I’d have rang her first, but I know her daughter-in-law just as well. I won’t tell you who she is or her name, I’ll leave that up to her, just in case she changes her mind.”

“Margo, I’ll see what I can do for your friend’s daughter-in-law. What is wrong with her husband, that she seeks another man?”

“He is impotent and even Viagra doesn’t work on him. Poor soul has had to resort to artificial means to help relieve her emotions, and her being a health woman too.”

“I hope she doesn’t want me to wear rubbers for I hate the bloody things.”

“Me too, always have. There is nothing like the feel of flesh to flesh I always say.”

“Funny that was what I had been thinking,” I replied.

Shortly after I left her to get on with whatever she does during the day and I went home happy with my unexpected good luck.

I dare say the clock had just struck one when I was knocking on Helen’s front door. Sure as hell I was being watched by two women standing in a doorway two doors up, but as asked I was wearing my collar. The two women waved to me as I turned towards them waiting on Helen to open the door. There could be no doubt that they knew I was a vicar, possibly calling on one of his parishioners.

I wasn’t expecting Helen to answer the door in a see-through nightdress, but that was what she was wearing as I hurriedly slipped into her home. The door was closed and bolted as she pressed her body against mine.

“I have been waiting expectantly for hours on you coming,” she said looking into my eyes.

“Well two of your neighbours watched me arrive as you said.”

“I bet they wait to see when you will leave too. We can’t be long, come I can hardly wait any longer,” she said dragging me by the hand.

There was no use playing the preliminaries, not with a woman as eager as Helen appeared to be so I just shed my clothes as we entered her bedroom. She had her back towards me as she folded down the quilt and as she bent over I was presented with, which I consider the best view of a woman. With her legs slightly spread and bending over all I saw was her wide hips and the little mound below her buttocks, almost begging to be violated.

I stepped forward, grasped her hip with one hand and guided my cock between her vulva lips straight into her wet vagina. In one thrust I was buried inside her and her bottom was hard-pressed against my groin.

Helen let out a low scream as I entered but once she knew what was entering her she drove back her hips and flopped down on the bed kneeling on the floor. Well not quite kneeling for now I had both hands grasping her pelvis and pulling her on to my cock. Her knees weren’t on the ground as she was impaled on my cock as I moved my hips back and forth driving deep into her body, feeling her cervix striking the head every time I drove deep. As I drove in she gave a little squeal and wriggled her hips against my lower stomach and then gave a sigh as I withdrew.

I don’t know why I treated her so rough but somehow I knew that this was the way she wanted it. Thrusting my cock hard into her as she thrust her hips into mine. This was raw lust, there was no tenderness at all and somehow I loved it. I have never treated a woman this way before, but it seems she was revelling in the treatment I was giving her. I couldn’t hold back any more and flooded her with my sperm, and just stood there with Helen held tight against my stomach, buried into the hilt.

“Oh Greg, thank you so much, that was just what I wanted. How did you know I have wanted a man to do that to me for years and what a lovely large penis you have too? Oh the others will be so jealous of me now,” she said trying to look round at me. I still kept a tight hold of her and did so until my pulse returned to normal and my cock became limp and slipped out of her drenched pussy.

“I’m glad I pleased you Helen, were you that desperate to have a man as you were when I arrived?”

“You would never believe just how much, but I feel wonderful now. You don’t mind if I just lie here on the bed, you can let yourself out.” She said climbing between the sheets.

I did what she said and she was right, the two women were still chatting on the doorstep, so I walked up and joined them.

“Afternoon Father!” One of them said.

“Wrong church, I’m a vicar, I was just visiting Helen, but she is ill in bed so I didn’t stay long. So how are you ladies, keeping well I hope” I replied.

“Yes, thank you,” the one who spoke first, answered. “But I must go and get the kid’s tea ready, please excuse me vicar,” she added and went indoors. I walked with the other woman until I reached my car.

“Have a nice day and God go with you.”

“I don’t believe in God,” she replied.

“Anyway I still hope you have a pleasant day,” I replied as I entered my car. I am sure Helen’s reputation has been protected as I too returned home for a rest and shower in preparation for this evening.

A surprise

I arrived at Margo’s home fifteen minutes early, there was a black Lexus parked outside and I pulled up alongside it. Margo must have heard me arrive for as I reached the door she already had it open.

“Oh I’m glad you decided to come, I had my fears you would get cold feet when the time came,” she said kissing me on the cheek. She then added, “I felt this morning as if I’d been riding a horse, but it’s not so bad now.”

“See you are out of form, we will have to change that, shan’t we?” I returned.

She showed me into her sitting room. Sitting facing the door was a woman in her forties; she was no pin-up but well dressed in a two-piece skirt and jacket in a dark-green colour, with a lime-green blouse. She wore high-heeled shoes and stockings. Her hair cut in a pageboy with a slight curling inwards at the ends. The strange thing though was, I was sure I knew her, well I was certain I had been in her presence before.

“I’ll leave you two to get to know each other while I get dinner ready. I haven’t told either of you anything about yourselves,” Margo said as she left the room.

“Well I’m Greg, we know why we are here, so we shouldn’t be afraid to say anything to each other.”

“Evelyn, I suppose Margo has told you I am married, happily married, it is just the sex side of it that isn’t there. My husband is a busy man and it isn’t his fault he is impotent, it is just unfortunate as I’m sure he feels bad about it.” She answered.

“I know I shouldn’t ask, but what does your husband do?”

“He is a bishop and this is his diocese.”

“I know I had met you before, I’m Greg Forsyth I’m one of your husband’s vicars. I’m on a long leave, I have been abroad and only recently returned. I’m waiting on a new parish.”

“Oh my God, what have I done, what are we going to do?”

“Nothing, we came here for one purpose, so let’s just carry on as though nothing is amiss. I won’t be saying anything and I’m sure you won’t. Margo doesn’t know what I am and I’d like it to remain that way. I won’t even mention you told me who you are and I’m sure Margo won’t even bring it up even though she must know what your husband is.”

“Thank you Greg, I suppose you don’t want it leaked that you are bedding an elderly woman, as well as the Bishops randy wife.”

“Please Evelyn, don’t belittle yourself, I am sure we will get on fine together.”

After dinner and a short while after I went with Evelyn to one of Margo’s spare bedrooms. Evelyn sat on a chair and just looked at me.

“Am I doing the right thing Greg? I honestly have never done this before – cheating my husband, but I do need a man and I’ve been suppressing this need so long.”

Walking over to her I helped her to her feet and pulled her close, I think that this was the trigger she had been waiting for. She pulled back a bit, took my face in both her hands and crushed her lips on to mine. It may not sound much but from that moment on Evelyn changed into a different woman.

Letting go of my face she smiled, “Come on Greg let’s get undressed, but would you be offended if I ask you to turn off the lights?

“No not at all Evelyn,” I said walking over and switching them off. 

The room wasn’t in total darkness; there was the light from the moon casting a diffused light, allowing one to see vaguely shapes. Once the lights were off I undressed and placed all my clothes on a bedside chair and crawled into bed. By this time my eyes were getting accustomed to the dim light and I was beginning to see things clearly. Evelyn was standing by the dressing table folding her clothes neatly on to the stool and was down to her slip. She must have stepped out of her high heels for now she was a lot smaller.

I distinctly saw her lift her legs up on to the stool and draw off her stockings, one by one. The slip followed, slipping the straps off her shoulder she let it fall to the floor catching the strap in her hand and then stepping out of the ring of silky material. I knew it was silky for I saw it glisten in the moonlight. The bra came next and even in the dark she subconsciously placed her arm across her chest as she removed the bra and then with one hand drew down her panties.

For a moment she hesitated and then came slowly towards the bed and lay beside me. She came into my arms pressing her warm body against mine and we lay like this with our lips crushed together until the bed warmed. I was going to wait and let her get used to me, but shortly after I felt her hand on my cock and an intake of breath when she felt the girth of my cock.

“You are much larger down here than my husband is. Is it you who is normal or is it my husband is abnormal,” she asked holding her face slightly away from me.

“I’m a little bit bigger than normal, but don’t worry it goes in just the same.”

As I said that my hand had reached between her legs and my middle finger was tracing a path up and down her crack. Evelyn had a larger clitoris than normal, and I was able to not just rub it, but hold it between my thumb and forefinger. It was almost like wanking a tiny penis. This action was enough for her to lay on her back and open her legs wide, as I administered this obvious pleasurable act on her. The way she was breathing and lying showed she was what she said she was, a very frustrated woman and I hoped that I would be able to satisfy her.

Rolling over I got between her legs still wanking her clitoris with one hand, I aimed my cock at the entrance of her wet vagina and I was almost sucked in. I stopped the administration on her clitoris and slipped both hands under her hips and as I lifted slipped up that lovely warm encasing vagina of hers. She even felt better than Victoria and that was saying something. Her legs raised and wrapped around me with her heels digging into my back.

“Oh yes, that is what I’ve been missing. That feels like nothing on this earth. Please Greg push it all in, as deep as you can, fill me, oh fill me, my whole body,” she moaned as now our pubic hairs were touching I was that deep inside her. The warmth was intense as she rolled her hips and I thrust and withdrew my cock in her warm pussy.

“How do you feel now Evelyn, is this what you have been missing?”

“Don’t ask silly questions, of course it is. Oh Greg, you may be big but I’ve never felt like this ever. Oh I’m glad that I came. Please don’t let this be the only time, please say we can do this again and again,” she rambled on as I was now thrusting my large meat deep into her body. I loved the soft grasping vagina of hers, it is amazing the different feelings you get from different women. I am finding out that they are all the same but different, and Evelyn was one of the ones I liked. Yes I thought I would be back in here if I have anything to say in the matter.

“Any time you want Evelyn, you only have to ask,” I said kissing her on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck and returned my kisses and held her cheek close to mine as I spurted my load deep within her. I hoped that she took some precaution, unless she may have stopped having her periods, but I doubted that.

I rolled over on to my back bringing her with me and she looked down at me. “Frank you are only the second man I’ve ever lain with, please don’t hurt me.”

“Now why would I do that? Get that fear out of your mind now. The only thing I’ll beat you with is inside you now.”

“You can beat me with that any time you want. It is the most wonderful thing I just love it.” With that she slipped down my body and I slipped out of that wonderful pussy of hers, but she continued down and then she had my now limp cock in her mouth sucking and rolling her tongue around it. Slowly I came to life again and she couldn’t take me in her mouth any more, so she slipped up my body again. “Can I have more Greg, let me be on top this time,” she said as she guided my now renewed hard-on into her warm soppy pussy.

This time I slipped in or should I say slipped up for Evelyn was sitting on my hips with a grin on her face. Not only the grin but also she was working her muscles and grasping my cock giving herself as well as me a wonderful sensation.

Soon after she started rocking back and forth with her eyes closed and even though the movement was slight the rubbing of her cervix against the head of my cock was most pronounced. I held her first by her hips and pushed her down when she came forward, but I soon slid my hands up and took a breast in each hand and run my thumbs on her erect nipples. Evelyn held my wrists as I was doing this and letting out little grunts and sighs as she worked herself on my erection. This time I lasted much longer before once again spurting my load into her body. It was a few seconds later before she stopped and then opened her eyes.

“This is far better than any artificial appliances, it’s heaven as far as I’m concerned.”

She fell forward and I hugged her to my chest as we kissed. Hell I was beginning to like this woman as much as Victoria. Eventually I just flopped out of her love-nest and we lay there, her sliding off and with her head on my shoulder and her arm across my chest.

“You say you are waiting to be granted a parish, I know one that would suit you to the ground. No one who has been sent there stays long and I know they desperately need a vicar. Shall I ask my husband on your behalf, he will never suspect we are lovers for a better word? Also I could come and see you from time to time what do you think Greg?”

“Why do you think it will suit me?”

“The highest percentage of the parish are elderly women, there is nothing there for the youngsters who move to the city. Most of the area is worked by weekend farmers who only come up at holidays and long weekends. I know it sounds a bit dull, but you will be surprised how active it can get, especially with your special asset.”

“Sounds as you said, a parish that suits me just fine.”

“Only thing you would be on the minimum of salary, it’s up to you to get a good congregation and donations.”

“I don’t need much, as long as I have enough to live on that suits me fine. Yes go ahead and see what he says,” I answered hugging her tighter once more.

It was morning before I knew it and still Evelyn was in the crook of my arm asleep with a smile on her face. She was no beauty, but then neither was I, she was a comfortable woman to be with.

After we rose and showered, not together but separately we were greeted by Margo in her dining room, she had cooked a breakfast for us, which is usually only a coffee for me. Given the chance though a cooked meal never goes astray and I ate it with relish.

For the next ten days I was either shafting Margo for she had now got over her soreness, or Evelyn who I met in Margo’s on three afternoons. She told me she had managed to get her husband hard and for the first time in seven years they were able to copulate, but she said after my cock his was insignificant. She said that session had done wonders for her husband, giving him his confidence back. He was going to see a specialist to find out if he can get his libido back full-time.

I asked Evelyn “Now that your husband can perform, why do you still want to see me?”

“I love you too Greg, didn’t you know?” She said with tears in her eyes. We had the conversation after our third meeting while lying in the afterglow of our fuck.

“I shouldn’t have let you feel this way about me.”

“What could you have done, it was just one of these things that happen. I’m not leaving my husband though, I know our affair can’t go any further than this, but I want to continue meeting you.”

So two days later we continued with our meeting and carried on as though nothing had been said.

It was after this when I went around on the Monday afternoon, two weeks after meeting Margo that I met Edith. I just walked into the house without knocking and made for the kitchen where Margo usually was, but she wasn’t there. Retracing my steps I went into her sitting/TV room and that was where I met her and Edith.

“Frank, I’m glad you came, this is my friend Edith, the one who was on holiday. We were just talking about you,” she said with a wink and I knew just what she had been talking about.

Edith was the sourest faced woman I’ve ever met even worse than Rose. She had no visible lips, just a slash in the face for a mouth, which was bow shaped with the edges down. Her eyebrows were thick and almost blended into each other, her hair was cut straight across her brow and similar to Evelyn’s but with no turn in. The long-sleeved black dress she was wearing looked as though it had come from the 1920’s and went from her throat to just above her ankles. I saw this when she stood up and took the hand I had offered.

“Pleased to meet you Greg, Margo has told me all about you helping her. I hope you can do the same for me,” she said without any facial expression at all and her lips hardly moved. The other thing I noticed she said it all without taking a breath.

I just couldn’t tell what kind of a figure she had for the dress was shapeless and hid all the usual signs. She was though the opposite of Margo, whereas Margo was well rounded Edith was just what the Weight Watchers would like everyone to be.

“Maybe I can, and then again maybe not, it all depends on how desperate you are,” I answered her.

“Just say more desperate than my daughter-in-law was. Oh I know about you two also. I’m glad she has at last got some satisfaction and getting on with her life. She is devoted to my Bob and would never leave him. You know that don’t you?” She said again in her rapid way of talking without hardly any movement of the lips.

“I have no design of taking her away from your son Edith. In fact she has told me the very same thing you have just said, we are just friends.”

“Good, that was what I wanted to hear. Now will you be my friend also. I don’t beat about the bush, will you bed me or not?”

“When now, or later?”

“Now will do fine, but my way first, then we will see if we continue our friendship.”

“Any way suits me.”

“Can we use the spare room?” She asked Margo.

“You don’t need to ask Edith, take Greg up and then come down, I’ll have coffee ready for you both,” Margo replied to her friend.

Up we went again into the room I have shared with Evelyn, but this time Edith took a chair and placed it in the open space.

“Just drop your slacks, you don’t even need to step out of them and sit on the chair,” she asked, no commanded.

I did as she asked and then she hitched up her dress to her knees and sat astride my knees. There was no way she could see my erection for it was hidden by my shirt, but she just put her hand down and grasped my shaft and the next I knew I was sinking into a tight pussy. Oh it was moist, but it took a slight effort to expand it lengthwise and in breadth to allow my monster cock to sink in.

“Margo was right, you are a big lad. I didn’t believe her; I never thought a man could be as big as she said. She was surely right, I must admit it will take a bit of getting used to, but I like it.” She said now her body was only millimetres away from mine and her rolled up dress was getting in the way. She just sat there with my rock-hard cock buried inside her.

I sat there for a couple of minutes and then I slipped my hands down to her bottom and stood up, carrying her to the bed and plunked her down.

“Please I don’t want it like this, but I do want you. I would rather I knelt and you fucked me from the rear. I had no intention of going this far today, but now I have you inside me I want us to continue,” she said in her lipless way.

I withdrew and she immediately knelt, drew her dress over her back exposing her brown puckered hole and her lipless vulva. So both ends were lipless, but that didn’t matter for her vagina was clearly visible and still extended by my last entry. It was just a matter of placing the head at the opening and driving my cock back in. In one thrust I was deeper than I had been and holding her pelvis drove even deeper.

“Oh Holy Mother that is stupendous, you must be up to my throat,” she mouthed into the pillow her face was in.

Her flesh was very white indeed, with little pigmentation. I suppose she had never exposed any part of her body to sunlight. In that position she was rocking back and forth in time to my thrusting and it was me who had to keep up with her as she moved even faster. Then with a low scream I knew she had climaxed and I pounding into her old pussy without any complaint from Edith until I spurted my load into her. I wouldn’t let her fall forward but kept her tight into me my cock buried in her now soaked vagina.

She may be sour faced but with a cock inside her she was like a slave to me. There were no objections when I said. “You stay where you are I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock. Do you like the feel of me inside you Edith?”

“Oh yes, I want you to stay there too. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have a big penis. Now I know and I want more, I wish I had come back from holiday earlier, lucky Margo.”

“You have it now, and I am available any time you want me.”

“Could you come around to my home, I would feel more comfortable there and maybe you could stay overnight?”

“You’re getting greedy now Edith, but sure I’ll come over just tell me where you live and when you want me to call.”

“Tonight, I’ll give you my card and I promise to discard this dress tonight.”

“If I come you had better discard everything.”

“You don’t mind seeing my body; it’s not what it used to be.”

“No I don’t mind at all. I’ll be round about eight, that all right?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

All this conversation was held as I was buried into her pussy and she had her head on the pillow trying to look sideways at me. I must say though she had nice wide hips and her bottom was soft and plump, so she wasn’t such a bad fuck as I thought she would be. I withdrew and grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped her as well as myself.

“Well that is another first; I’ve never had a man wipe me before.”

“Edith you weren’t wearing any panties?”

“Never do, I like to feel free and wearing a long dress, no-one even knows anyway,” she said with what I suppose was a smile, for the corners of her mouth turned up. I couldn’t care less it wasn’t her face I was interested in.

The coffee was made as Margo had promised. I looked at the pair of them sitting opposite me and realised they were ages with my Gran, even older maybe, but all of them good fucks.

I never met Edith in Margo’s home again we met in her home from then on and I found out she was a slave to my cock. She sucked it, fucked it, and even gave me a tit roll while sucking the head. I discovered that her dress hid a nice figure, but her breasts were a bit saggy, but still felt good wrapped around my shaft.

Evelyn and I met until a month after our first meeting. When she arrived at Margo’s that day she was all excited. “I’m pregnant, well I have missed my period and that is something I’ve never done. Oh I so much want to have this child and Bob is so thrilled too, he thinks it’s his, I know different. By the way Greg you will be getting notified in a few days that you have been given the parish I mentioned, I talked Bob into it and his mother put in a good word for you too.”

Even though she was sitting opposite me I knew that I had lost her, for now she had what she wanted and I would soon go from her memory. Then again maybe I won’t, she will have her child to remind her about us. I returned home after she left and started preparing for my coming move.

True to Evelyn’s word two days later I received confirmation of my new posting to the parish in the hills. Firstly I had to see my Bishop before I took up my posting. I suppose to give me a long lecture on funding, for that is the main theme of all the meetings nowadays.

Again I had to contact my lawyers to have them put the short-term lease of my unit back on the market. I had only recently had him take it off the market, for I would have the church manse in my new parish.

I was living with my mother Victoria and my father; well he wasn’t really my father. My real father was my father’s father whom Victoria had had an affair. Now I was having an affair with Victoria, but that will stop when I move to my new parish.

As I expected it was as I had thought, lack of funds, but also about the fall in numbers in my new parish. He commanded me to get the numbers up, or the church would have to close. So here I was on my way to a church with little funds and even fewer parishioners. There was a small house attached to the church, again I would have to look after myself.

The day I arrived it was raining and cold. The Bishop’s secretary had given me the key, but the one she had given me didn’t open the door; none of them did. I resorted to putting a shoulder to the door and breaking in, for there was no houses close by where I could get help.

The house smelt damp and no power, until I managed to find the supply panel in a cupboard under the stairs. Even after discovering where the panel was I had to remove several boxes before I could reach the main switch. I had no idea how long the house had been vacant, but it looked like it had been for a long-time. The furnishings were threadbare; on the floor was linoleum, which gave me a hint of vacancy. The bulbs were bare and only gave out a yellow glow, either because of low wattage or dirt covered globes.

As I moved through the house there was nothing that I didn’t turn my nose up at. The only clean, bright and tidy room was the kitchen. The kitchen was large with an AGA four oven range with hot water heater, big enough for a mansion. The range was oil heated and there must have been oil, for it ignited right away, but would take some time before it heated up the kitchen.

Upstairs things weren’t much better, a rickety old double bed that rocked whenever I touched it. The furniture was all beginning to fade and once more the floor covering, linoleum. Two other smaller rooms were upstairs, but all were empty. The bathroom had an old chipped enamel bath with copper green stains, where the water had dripped and discoloured the enamel. The enamel hand basin was in the same condition, with a cracked mirror on the wall. The toilet was an old-fashioned affair with the cistern high on the wall, made of what looked like cast iron with a long chain and a porcelain handle on the end. Just looking in on the bathroom made my skin creep, what had I let myself in for?

I set about unloading my car, including the sleeping bag I had brought for the hill walking I hoped to do while here. What I had to find was a shop to get some food and someone to fix the lock on the door.

A half mile from the manse was the small village where the Parish got its name. There were only ten houses, a village hall and a general-purpose shop, which was also the bank, Post Office, in fact, everything except petrol. Previously the village had been closer to the church, but a bad fire had gutted the houses and the village was rebuilt closer to the main road, if a B class road could be called a main road.

As I drove through towards the shop I never saw a soul, but I expect I was being closely followed, through closed curtains. The only person in the shop was an elderly pencil thin woman, with a long face, but with a wide smile. I doubt if she had any breasts at all for there was no hint on the front of the dress she wore.

“You will be the new vicar,” she said as I entered.

“Yes but how did you know?” I was curious for I was dressed in jeans and a high collared pullover.

“Not much goes on here that I don’t know about. I saw you earlier drive up to the church, not many cars go that way nowadays,” she answered.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I need some food and some cleaning things, for that house is a mess and I brought no food with me.”

“No supermarkets up here, well there is about twenty miles away. Did you light the range, you will need to do that for it takes ages for that big range to heat up,” she said.

“How do you know that?”

“Oh I used to go up and light it for old Reverend James when he came, his arthritis worried him bad and he suffered badly in the damp and cold.”

“Was he the last vicar here?”

“Oh no we have had a lot since then. None ever lasted long, couldn’t stand the solitude I suppose,” she said as if her mind was in the past.

“I don’t mind that, I just like my comfort though and a clean house.”

“Well you won’t get much comfort in that old rickety bed and thin mattress you have up there.”

“You are right there; it almost fell apart by just touching it.”

“I’ll let you sleep in my house until you get the house to your satisfaction. Maybe I can get some of the women to even give you a hand. Also maybe we could dig up more comfortable furniture for you.”

“That is very kind of you. By the way my names Greg Forsyth, this is my first parish on my own.”

“Jessie Smart, you must have upset someone high up for them to have given you this parish. You could have done worse than here though, but that is up to you Greg. We are very obliging here once you know us.”

Hell was I picking up the right indicators; maybe Evelyn was right after all.

“I’ll stick at it Jessie, I had my doubts too. I’m here now and I’ll do my best, that’s all one can ask.”

“I think may be you will fit in nicely Greg. I see you don’t wear a wedding ring. Am I to assume you’re not married?”

“Right there, still single and I’m staying that way.”

“Come on through I’m closing now, we can have a chat at the back.”

The back was her house, well the kitchen anyway and she too had a range, but only a two-oven model. The kitchen was lovely and warm that was one thing these ranges provided, I know from having grown up with them.

I now watched Jessie as she made the tea with her back towards me. She was the thinnest person I have met; her height made it even more pronounced and her long head highlighted the fact. She had no visible bottom either and her dress hung straight down at the back. She seemed always to have a smile on her face though.

“Are you married Jessie?”

“Look at me who would marry a beanpole like me. No just a frustrated spinster, care to relieve that frustration vicar?” She asked still pouring the hot water into the teapot.

I knew the question was loaded; she was probing, trying to see how I would answer. Would she be offended if I answered yes, or by answering no would close any doors in the future? Jessie would be a central figure in this community, being the Postmistress and only storekeeper. She would know everyone and no doubt received all the rumours going around.

“One favour deserves another; if I had help with the manse I could maybe help you. Or is it the other way round,” I replied committing myself.

She turned around and looked at me, “I believe we could easily strike a bargain there, but you would need a good bit of help getting that place comfortable and I couldn’t do it all on my own.”

“I suppose your friends would need help as well?”

“They sure would, we would even come to your services to hear about all these evil sinful things we haven’t to do.” She said pouring the tea in the cups. “Sugar and milk?”

“Yes please. Getting a congregation together would be a slap in the face to my Bishop too.”

“Yes Greg you will fit into this community just fine,” she said sitting down and sipping her tea while watching me over the rim of the cup.

It looks as if I won’t be going without my pussy for long. I have to thank old Mavis for all this, bless her soul.

“How many people live in the village?” I asked out of curiosity, so I would have an idea how many was in the parish.

“Only fifteen, there are ten houses, but mostly elderly left in the village, all the young ones have left for the city, too quiet here for them. In the area there are a lot, spread throughout the farms and estates. Several gentry, but most only come up in the summer, weekends or holidays.”

“I suppose you know them all, being the postmistress?”

“Yes and I’m also the local JP, so I get everyone through my hands.”

“I’ll better keep in your good books then, shan’t I?”

“There is one way to be sure of that Greg, and then you will have my full backing.”

I knew exactly what she was implying, but some women tease, and then when they are confronted with the real thing, run, I will have to be careful, but I’m sure Jessie is wetting her panties right this minute.

“And what way would that be Jessie?”

“Well I’m offering you a bed tonight; just as well make it mine, eh!”

“Suits me, your bed will do just fine, I hope I come up to your standards.”

“I’m sure you will; my, I feel tired already and it’s only seven o’clock,” she said with a smile.

“Jessie, I think you should show me your bedroom, so I can find it at bedtime.”

“What a wonderful idea Greg, come I’ll show you.”

The passage was narrow so we couldn’t walk side by side so I had to walk behind her, just as she was opening her bedroom door I slipped my hand up her dress and placed my hand over her pussy. Her crotch was that wide there was no need to even cup my hand. Also there was no feel of a plump vulva just a flat space, but I did feel her hairs at my fingertips through the silky material of her panties.

Jessie stopped with one hand on the doorknob and opened her legs even wider. “Push my panties aside please and touch me on my bare flesh,” she said in a pleading voice.

“Surely you can wait until we get into your bedroom then you can take all your clothes off?” I whispered in her ear, for now I was standing real close to her.

“You want me stark-naked; my body may be a bit disappointing to look at.”

“There is only one part I’m interested in just at the moment and I’m holding it.”

I could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter as my middle finger moved up and down her crack through her panties.

“Let’s get in then I’m wetting myself standing here.”

“You don’t have to tell me, I can feel it,” I again said in her ear.

“Don’t tease me Greg, let me get into the room, please,” she pleaded.

I removed my hand and she was into the room in a flash and her dress came over her head in one action, leaving her standing in front of me in a bra, petticoat, and panties. Her shoes she kicked off her feet as she entered the room. Why she wore a bra was a mystery, for when she removed it all there was on her chest were two small mounds, my chest muscles were bigger. I saw this when she let her slip fall to the ground and formed a ring around her feet. Her panties were the high waist type with two lace openings down each side of her pubic hair. She must be heavily covered, for the hairs were protruding outside the leg holes.

“Well Jessie get the panties off, they will get in the way,” I said. For now I knew she was that eager to get cock she would do anything I asked.

When they were off, she looked like someone from Belsen, thin and with a wide crotch. Even though she was thin her ribs weren’t showing. She stood there just waiting; while I was undressing and when she saw my enormous cock her eyes bulged.

“Oh my Greg no, I will never get that inside me.”

“Jessie it has been in women smaller than you and they have begged for more, so get on to the bed and you will see you will have no trouble at all taking me.”

“I will but I can’t look,” she said backing on to the bed and lying down with both feet flat on the mattress.

I had been right she had no plump vulva, just a flat expanse with two flaps of loose skin pocking out her slit. Jessie wasn’t even physically attractive, but it would be through her I would get to my other congregation. I kept saying to myself this was just something I had to accept.

I moved in and parted those thin lips to expose her light pink inner with an obvious opening to her vagina. Jessie had a very active sexual life or she abused herself a lot. I just put the head at her entrance when she gave a small whimper.

“Jessie I haven’t done anything yet,” and with that I just thrust forward driving my cock almost to the hilt into her not so tight pussy. Two small thrusts and I was into the hilt. As I entered, Jessie had raised her legs and now I had her back thighs against my stomach, my pubic bone was bumping on hers.

“That feel great Greg,” she cried as I started pumping in and out of her well-lubricated pussy. There was hardly any resistance as I punched my way in, trying to get as much satisfaction as I could from this thin woman. The saying, closer to the bone is sweeter the meat didn’t hold up in this case, I liked my women a bit meatier.

Now her eyes were open as I watched her going through stages of bliss as she gazed at me as though I was her white knight. I had grasped her upper legs closer to my chest to give me leverage as I pounded my meat into her juicy pussy. Her secretions were forming a wet seal around the base of my cock and glistening on the hairs at the base of my penis, yet I couldn’t climax. I have never fucked a woman so long as I fucked Jessie to reach a climax, when it eventually did come; there wasn’t the usual flying on a cloud feeling. I was glad that finally I had come.

Knowing that women liked you to linger after climaxing I leant forward on to the bed and looked down at Jessie.

“Can’t get my cock into you, you said, well you certainly failed there, didn’t you. I sank in as though your pussy was made for me.”

“Do you think we were made for each other Greg?” She said in a submissive voice.

“Well your pussy thinks so,” I replied, giving another thrust with my hips.

“Oh I’m glad, will we do this again, I would like to.”

“Of course we will Jessie, whenever you feel like it, I’ll come down and visit you.”

“Thank you Greg, I’ll like that very much, for I must admit I do get a bit frustrated at times.”

“No need to any more is there,” I said trying to console her.

“I guess not now Greg.”

With that I drew my now limp cock from out of her moist pussy, wiped my cock with a tissue and started dressing. We then went downstairs and Jessie started preparing a meal. Her cooking was plain and wholesome and since I was hungry I cleared my plate, making her smile even more.

We had only been sitting down after the dinner dishes had been cleared and washed when the telephone rang in the hallway. She was almost half an hour on the telephone and all could hear was her voice mumbling in the background with no word comprehendible. 

“That was a good friend of mine; I was trying to arrange to get the manse tidied up and some new furniture installed. I can’t have you staying in such a run-down house, now can I,” she said when she sat down again.

Twice more that evening the same thing, but nothing was said when she came back in after taking them. At eleven we went to bed and I drew her to me and sank my cock once more into her loose pussy. This time just as I was getting into a rhythm she pushed me off. “Oh Greg, I can’t take any more tonight, I would love to but I’ve had enough for a little while.”

These words were like music to my ears and the ones I hoped to hear. “I’m sorry if I hurt you Jessie?”

“Oh you didn’t hurt me, it’s just I’m not used to it. Maybe later another day perhaps,” she replied.

I now knew the demand from Jessie wouldn’t be at all great, letting me try greener pastures.

Maybe the next pasture wasn’t as green as I hoped for, but that is jumping a bit.

For three days I had women in and out of my house it seems there was an army of them. All the old furniture went up smoke in a big bonfire in the field next to the church. New or at least furniture in better condition than the pieces removed was brought in. Now large rugs hid the beastly linoleum and the place looked a lot brighter when larger lamps were fitted and the walls washed.

The AGA range kept up a good supply of hot water for the women. A plumber even came and measured my bathroom, in preparation to change the three old items with a more modern suite, which he had lying in his yard from a demolished house damaged by fire. On the whole I felt a lot better, but not one of the women who cleaned the house was under fifty, most a lot older.

One elderly lady and I call her a lady for that was what she looked like. She had come in a chauffer driven car and she organised the other women in tasks she believed were important. The other women took notice of her and I even saw one woman courtesy to her.  She was short and plump with her hair swept up and held in place by a large comb. Like my mother and aunts she spoke with a plumb in her mouth, private girl’s school accent. I estimated her to be either in her sixties or late fifties.

When most of the women had left she came up to me. “Vicar come and have something to eat with a few of the women in the kitchen, I think they have done enough work for today.”

“I’m sorry I never got you name?”

“I never gave it; I’m Lady Hilton-Styles, in fact I should say Marchioness of Towerton, but it is a mouthful isn’t it.

“You’re the first Marchioness I’ve met, but surely you have a forename or one you normally use in company of your friends?”

“Rather an old-fashioned name Annabelle, but Ann will do just fine, yes, you can call me Ann,” she said moving towards the kitchen.

Sitting around the table were three other well-dressed women and for the first time I saw one under fifty, but I bet not much under.

“Since we are all strangers to you, I had better introduce you to each of them.”

“This is Mrs. Cartwright, she is a member of the church council and lives in the village.” Ann said introducing me to the first woman seated.

Mrs Cartwright was around sixty I would say, a nose like a beak, thin faced, short cut hair, high pointy breasts, which undoubtable was bra aided. She stuck out her hand without rising, “Call me Tracy, the Mrs. title went out the door when my husband left me for some young thing in the city. It is nice to have a young vicar and one who is staying here,” she said keeping a grip of my hand as she pumped it up and down far longer than was necessary.

“If they’re giving their forenames, this is Mrs. Roberta Cummings. Her husband runs the large farm just out of town.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance Roberta, I hope I’ll see you in church?” I said shaking hands with a plump red-faced woman in her sixties with an obvious dark wig. I could see it was a wig for some grey hairs were showing above her ear.

Her hands were small and plumb as we barely touched flesh in the handshake.

“Mrs. Gloria Somerville is the Woman’s Guild president,” Ann said introducing me to the youngest of the quartet. Gloria was a blonde Scandinavian big built woman with large breasts and wide hips. I saw all this for she had stood up and took my hand in both of hers and shook my hand vigorously.

“It is so nice have minister again, and one so young too. I am sure we will get many women now come to church,” she said in her broken English.

“Now you have met them all let’s sit down and have something to eat.” Ann said sitting down beside me, her left leg pressing hard against my right. Even though there was plenty of space for both of us.

I never encouraged her, but when the others left she stayed behind. “I’m waiting on Treeevor picking me up.” She said in her unique upper-class voice. “I shall leave you my card so you may call on me any time, day or night Vicar I’ll always be ready to see you.”

She couldn’t have put it any plainer but I didn’t say anything to encourage her. What I didn’t want was to cause friction the first week I was in my new position. I was just sitting back and watching now. Jessie had broken the ice, but I didn’t want to jump into the water just yet.

Sleeping in my own bed that night was a pleasure with everything so clean and fresh. In fact I must have slept like a log, for the first thing I knew was Gloria shaking me with a cup of tea.

“How did you get in Gloria, I locked the door last night?”

“I came in back door, I have key,” she said holding up a key ring with a mortise lock key attached. “I come every morning, make breakfast. Must keep you strong,” she answered smiling before leaving the room.

Sunday there were meant to be four services held, one at eight, one at nine, the main service at eleven and then an evening service at four thirty. Only Gloria was at the eight o’clock service, only because she came and woke me at six-thirty. She seemed to be always at the manse and as I said the manse was a mile from the village. She must get up early to wash and then walk here, for she had no car and I never saw her ride a bike.

Ann and Roberta were the only two at the nine o’clock service and none turned up for the main or evening service. A disappointing turnout, so I had some work to do getting the flock together again.

That afternoon a gang, group, club or what you want to call a rowdy mob of leather clad motorcycle riding hooligans descended on the village and camped on a piece of common land on the outskirts. They were camped on the opposite side of the village to the church, yet I could still hear the loud noise from their amplified music. It was a continuous beat that went on for hours.

“Please can I sleep in one of the spare rooms, when that gang come here every year they cause a lot of damage and trouble.” Gloria asked me that evening.

“Why do you let them stay, what about the Police?”

“The Police, they do nothing. I think they are glad these hooligans are out of the city for a short time. The county Police just don’t know how to handle them so leave them alone; knowing they will be gone in a week, but a week is a long time. The women who come with them are almost as bad as the men.”

“OK Gloria stay if you want to, I don’t mind,” I answered her. Then to my surprise she gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek, bringing that enormous bosom within inches of my face.

Then I had a reaction I’ve never had for a week, my cock came to attention by the sight of her cleavage and the smell of her nearness. I placed my hand on the small of her back and kissed her back, but this time on her lips.

“Oh vicar, I’m sorry if I’ve offended you,” she said straightening up and stepping back.

“Gloria it is Greg, and it was me who began the kiss. So if anyone was to be offended it is you.”

Nothing more was said all evening until I was coming out of the bathroom after having my shower when I bumped, no a better word for it would be, crashed into Gloria. She came rushing out of her room dressed only in a flimsy nightdress.

It suddenly occurred to me then, why had she brought such a flimsy nightdress with her. Was it because she had planned this all along and the bikie gang was just an excuse to ask me about staying overnight? She knew all about the bikie gang, for they came here every year. Why had she suddenly dashed out of her room, she surely heard me shoot the bolt on the bathroom door, it echoed throughout the house.

I was standing in the passageway holding this voluptuous female body in my arms with her large globes of breast, pressing into my chest. Without hesitation I lowered my mouth on to hers, she threw her arms around my neck and we passionately embraced. It was just a matter of shuffling forward taking her with me until we flopped down on to my bed.

As she fell her legs opened and exposing her lovely blonde patch, since her nightdress was short and slipped up her thighs as her legs opened and raised. Only one button held my pyjamas bottom together and that was undone in a second. It was then a matter of guiding my now rampant cock towards her vagina through her vulval lips. I was so aroused I never checked to see if she was ready, but I had an idea she had been ready for hours.

As I entered she gave out little mewls of pleasure, rolling her hips as she did so. “Oh Greg, you are so lovely and big, give Gloria it all, I so love you,” she said between her small shouts.

It was like sinking into an oven as I sank all the my cock into her, spreading her vagina all ways so she could accommodate me. Once all in I let her get used to me, but her hips didn’t stop working both backwards and forward and in a circular manner.

I looked down at this Nordic beauty impaled on my cock and loved the feeling of once again being between a woman’s legs. This was the only place for me and I have been celibate long enough. If cock was what these women wanted, then I was going to give them it. After all I was bringing God to my family. Gloria was middle-aged but she sure was a lovely woman and now lying with her eyes closed cupping her breasts in her hands as her hips worked on my embedded cock.

It wasn’t long before I too was slipping my cock in and out of this lovely woman’s most private possessions. Holding on to her legs I then gave the final thrust spurting my semen into her hot cavity of love. It was then her eyes opened. Holding up her arms she invited me to be held close to her well-cushioned body. Still embedded I lay on top of her relishing in her show of affection. At least I had made one parishioner happy.

Two nights she stayed and Gloria showed her affection in the way she cared for me. Only one way I cared for and twice a day she offered me her body, allowing me to sink my cock into her lovely Nordic softness.

That afternoon Gloria left for her home and I immediately missed her presence, for when she was in the house she seemed to just radiate her presence. I had just written the draft for the Sunday service when Ann pulled up in her car with what I could only describe as the twin sister of Edith. The same build and dress sense, even the same style haircut, but it was the large lipless mouth, which I saw with the edges down turned. Her mouth shape was as if it had been drawn by a child, or in those little round faces one gets in e-mails.

“I have brought Director Clarkson to see you vicar,” Annabelle said when they met me at the door of the manse.

“Come in, can I get you something to drink?”

“Tea would be lovely, we will take it in the kitchen it is warmer there,” Annabelle, said as though her decisions were the right one and everyone else must accept it.

All the same that was where we went and the two women sat at the table while I made the tea. “Director would like speak with you,” Ann said in her high society voice.

“I’m listening,” I said as I brought the tea things to the table.

“I am the director of a Private Retirement Home I have thirty residents who seldom get visitors or any visits by a minister of the church. I know we have all branches of faiths, but would you consider coming and visiting,” Director Clarkson said without any change of expression just as Edith done.

“I can’t keep calling you Director Clarkson, surely you have a forename?” I asked.

“I don’t allow familiarization with staff or residents, but I suppose you are different. My name is Daphne,” she said in her strict manner of talking.

“I will come and visit you and your residents Daphne any particular time or day?”

“Wednesday afternoons would be a convenient time, if that is possible,” she said.

“Then Wednesday will be fine.”

“Good I’ll tell the Superintendent, he will be pleased,” she added.

So there was someone above her, that was nice to know, but why wasn’t I told there was such a Home in my parish.

Just then Gloria staggered into the kitchen through the back door. Her dress torn and blood was all over her face. “I’ve been raped by one of the bikies and two others stood and laughed while the man raped me.”

“Can you recognise them?”

“I’ll never forget them, ever. Oh Greg what am I to do?”

“Ann I would like you to take Gloria to the nearest hospital and tell them she has been raped.” I never asked Ann I told her.

“Now Gloria, you must not wash or change your clothes, the police will want them and they will need to take a swab. When you come back come here, we’ll until the police sort out the bikies.”

The three women left and I got on to the county police and told them what had happened and where Gloria would be. Now all I could do was wait. Gloria said the local police wouldn’t do anything, how wrong she was, for fifteen minutes later I heard two police cars sirens at the other side of the village. I decided to drive over and see for myself what was happening. When I arrived there were three police cars and eight police officers mustering all the bikie group together.

I approached the one I thought was in charge, he had two pips on his shoulder so I assumed he was an Inspector for I knew nothing about the insignia of the police.

“I was the person who rang you,” I said to him.

“Thank you we have just been waiting on this group stepping out of line. One of my officers is escorting Lady Hilton-Styles to hospital right now. I don’t know how long it takes to get the results of the swab, but if the woman who was raped can identify the perpetrator I’ll hold him until I do.”

“Gloria Somerville is the woman’s name and she said there were three of them and she will never forget their faces.”

“That is even better good news; we’ll take the lot in for questioning. I hope they never thought of washing, and then we will have them both ways.”

“She said only one raped her but two others were watching.”

“Typical evil scum, why this scum are allowed to live beats me.” He said furiously.

Just then a large police van turned up and the whole group were helped into the vehicle. Two police officers remained to guard the bikes and tents as the cars all drove off following the van.

Three hours later Ann’s car stopped by the front of my house and then drove off leaving Ann, who walked to my front door. I had the door opened before she could knock and she just walked in.

“Why has your car left you?”

“Daphne is being driven back to the Home; I came to tell you about Gloria.”

“How is Gloria? I have the kettle on come have a drink.”

“I would prefer something a bit stronger, if you have it.”

I got the brandy bottle and we settled down on the couch which was the only seating furniture I had in my lounge. I started pouring her a drink; she leant over, took the bottle from me and poured herself at least two ounces of the Brandy in her glass. She downed it in one gulp, followed by another of equal quantity.

“I don’t usually drink spirits, but I really needed that.” She said leaning back on the couch.

“Tell me about Gloria, Ann.”

“Oh your bed partner will be all right, they are keeping her in for forty-eight hours in case of infection.”

“What do you mean bed partner?”

“Didn’t you know nothing goes on in this village without everyone knowing within twenty-four hours?” She said with a sharp tone to her voice.

“I suspected as much, but why the snappy voice?”

“I suppose I’m too old for you, you much prefer a younger woman.”

“On the contrary I much prefer a more mature woman, around your age or even older.”

She shot up and turned towards me, now with a smile on her face. “You mean that?”

“Why want to come upstairs now and let me prove it?”

“Now there’s a thing worth thinking about.”

“Now it has been offered you are getting cold feet, is that it. Only one condition, I want more people at the services on Sunday and arrange some church activities.”

“That’s two conditions, but I’m going to take you up on that offer. Firstly let me phone Trevor.”

Using her cell phone she pressed a key and then said, “Trevor you may go home, come and pick me up at the manse at eight tomorrow morning,” then she closed her cell phone.

“You now have a new bed partner for tonight; now see if you are as good as your word. Firstly though let me cook us a meal, I’ve had nothing all day.”

With that she rose and walked to the kitchen in her stocking feet, as though this was her home. She may have been a Lady of the Realm, but she sure knew how to cook, it was the best meal I have had in a while. I won’t go into what we talked about but for three hours we filled in on each other’s lives. When we made to go upstairs I knew that this place was for me, for Ann had given me pointers on nearly everyone in the parish.

The clothes that Ann wore was from exclusive boutiques and was most obvious in her underwear, even her stockings had her motif on them. She was so different from Gloria; whereas Gloria was tall Ann was short with a spare tyre. Why is it that most of the plump elderly women I have seen undressed have nice-looking breasts? Ann was no exception and looked nothing like some pictures I have seen of old women.

I just loved my women to have a plump well-rounded body for it was far nicer thrusting ones hips into something soft rather than bone such as Edith and Jesse. Also Ann was upper echelon, will they feel any different to the women I have shafted so far in my life. As I lay on my bed I watched Ann undress and I was soon to find out just that. So far she hasn’t looked at me so has no idea just what she is going to get rove up her pussy.

“Please Greg can you switch the light out,” she said as she walked naked and proud towards the bed.

“If you wish,” I replied and switched the two bedside lights off. This was playing right into my hands, for now she was going to have a real surprise shortly, but first I was going to enjoy her lovely perfumed body.

She got into the left side of the bed and came straight into my arms, let out a sigh as our bodies touched. To my surprise she lifted one leg and trapped my erect penis between her legs and then lowered it trapping me in the upper part of her thighs.

“I had a feeling you were a well-built man and now I know you are,” she said with her lips just hovering in front of mine. Then our lips touched and I could even feel the rough hairs of her pussy rub on my shaft.

“Now you know, you aren’t worried?” I asked when our lips parted.

“Why should I be worried, there isn’t a man alive that a woman can’t house? It’s not what you got but how you can use it. Can you use this thing I have trapped, if you can Daphne and I will really put it to use.”

“What do you mean by that remark?”

“Oh you will soon see, but you have to show me first,” she said opening and closing her thighs.

I kissed her neck and slowly started working down her body, it was then she released my cock and lay on her back. Her whole body smelt wonderful, I had no idea what perfume she used, but it wasn’t overpowering but close to her skin which seemed soaked with it. Also there was a familiar aroma mixed with it and it took a while before I recognised it. It was her feminine aroma mixed with the perfume, which showed she was almost like a bitch on heat.

I was going to leave her love-nest alone for a bit. I took one of her large breast in one hand and kissed the nipple just lightly; she immediately placed her hand on my head and pressed my face into that soft yielding mammary orb. I just drew my fingers under her breast and got the biggest reaction I’ve ever had from any woman by touching that area of the body. What I had found was one of her erotic zones by pure accident. Now she had two hands on my head and moans and sighs coming from her lips, also her legs just couldn’t keep still. So by running her erect nipple between my teeth and caressing under her breast I had brought Ann into a very receptive woman.

Down I went and she tried to pull me away but I continued my journey down. Her feminine aroma became ever stronger.

“Oh Greg no, that isn’t nice, you mustn’t do that,” she cried. I paid no attention to her as I kissed around her pubic patch and by this time I was lying between her legs. She had her legs opened wide with her knees bent, giving me full access to her most erotic zone. Starting with the soft skin on the top of her thighs I moved in and using my tongue like a dagger thrust between her moist puffy lips and drew it straight up. Once between the vulva lips I cupped my tongue and scooped up her juices and took my tongue into my mouth and tasted her sweet but slightly salty secretion.

There was no cried of objection now, only a hand on my head pressing me in even closer. Moving my tongue once more up that lovely tasting pussy of hers I reached her erect clitoris, it wasn’t big but was as hard as a rock. Once again I got a violent reaction as I moved the tip of my tongue back and forth over the little protrusion.

“Please Greg tease me no more, put it in and let me feel you,” she begged. I got a kick of a Lady begging me to fuck her and I wanted her to ask me.

“What do you want me to do Ann, tell me do you like what I’m doing?”

“I want you to fuck me, is that what you want me to say. I will say it again if you want, but please no more teasing,”

As I slid up her soft body I had one hand on my shaft and guided it in to her wet crotch, sliding up her warm pussy. As I entered she was letting out air from between her teeth. It felt lovely feeling her encasing my cock inch by inch into that soft lady’s body. She wasn’t just lying there but eagerly thrusting her hips into me driving my cock deeper and deeper the lips of her pussy were hard against my body.

“Frank just keep still for a moment, this is the loveliest feeling, oh yes, and this is lovely. It has been so long since I have felt a man, but never one who was as large as you and filled me so much. I gave her twenty seconds before I started pumping my cock into her. Then in unison joined as one we started fucking each other. I knew that my life was with older women, they had that something the younger ones lacked. There was no dramatics and yelling one sees in scenes in movies, just a blending of the bodies giving their all.

After I had my climax we lay entwined, hugging each other, I don’t know if Ann had a climax but she kissed me on the face at least fifty times as we lay there.

“You passed with flying colours Greg. If only my husband could satisfy me as you just did, I would be a happy woman.”

Your husband is still alive?” I asked. Why did I think she was single?

“Of course he is, but we haven’t as you made me say fucked each other for years. As for what you done, no man has ever kissed me down there, not even on my breasts. I wanted to stop you at first, but I’m glad I didn’t. I could become addicted to that,” she said with a laugh.

“What was the remark about Daphne?”

“She took a liking to you today, she told me so. She even said she almost wet her panties speaking to you. All you have to do is show some attention and you will have a devotee.”

“Does she ever smile, she looks so stern and glum?”

“She is stern and she seldom smiles, but you could change that.”

We lay entwined for almost an hour, my cock was almost dropping out when I started getting hard again and within seconds we were in unison again pounding my meat into her eager body. This time I had the lights on and I watched the smiling face of Lady
Hilton-Styles the Marchioness of Towerton as she had over ten inches of hard cock rove up her pussy and she loved it.

I waved Ann goodbye as her large car took her away back home. I wonder what she would tell her husband?

For the next few days I concentrated on a newsletter on my computer, somehow I had to visit everyone in the parish. I also had to let them know who I was and any other snippets. I had almost come to the end and had only filled two sheets with church times and a short background about myself when I received a short letter from Gloria.

My dearest Greg;

I have decided not to return home now I have been discharged from hospital. I had a friend pack some things for me and I will be returning to Sweden. In fact when you receive this letter I will have left.

Thank you for those last few days we were together, I will always cherish them in my heart.

I couldn’t face the humility of the community, over something that was no fault of mine. I will not be testifying in court, so I expect the man will go free to rape some other poor woman.

Bye Greg

Gloria

I included in the newsletter the story of Gloria and the reason she would not be returning to the village.

To the people who attended the church on the Sunday I gave a copy of the newsletter. Ann must have been busy for four turned up for the early communion, eight for the nine o’clock service and ten for the main service at eleven, but two of the congregation had been at the early service. Unfortunately I had none at the evening service I suppose I was competing with the football and the TV, but at least I had made a start and much better than the other weeks.

I drove my car to the village and walked round to each house in the village. Out of the ten houses only two came to the door when I knocked, but I knew most of the others were in and no doubt were watching me from behind closed curtains. All the same I slipped a copy of my newsletter in their letterboxes.

On the estates I got a better response at least most of them spoke to me. I had a map of the area with every house marked and some were tucked away in remote areas, but I was determined to visit them all. It took me three days to cover my parish and it was then I found that the Retirement Home was out of my parish. I still had to visit Daphne, but I had some work to do in my own parish before I visited there.

On the Friday I received a telephone call from a Mrs Rorks, not that the name matters, but she wanted to see me preferably today. Her house was quite a way out of the village and again on the other side. I wondered if she was one of the 34% of people who lived alone. Why I thought that for as I was driving there on the radio it was reported that 34% of households only had one tenant. I think if they had done the survey in this area they would have had a far bigger percentage.

Her home was one of the ones well off the main road and at the end of a laneway, surrounded on three sides by large horse chestnut trees. Outside the ring of trees was just bracken and rocks, an oasis of trees in a bleak landscape. I remembered the house, it was one that I knew someone was in but never answered the door.

Sitting on a bench outside the door was an elderly woman, in her sixties. She stood as I stopped and walked sprightly towards me, down her garden path.

“You be the Reverend that left the note?” She asked as I stepped out of the car.

“Yes Mrs Rorks, I put the letter in your letterbox for no-one answered the door.”

“I want to speak to you about that,” she said and the tears just flowed from her eyes, running down her cheeks, past the corners of her mouth, dripping on to her green dress.

“Mrs. Rorks why are you crying, what was in the letter that has upset you so much.”

“Come inside and I will explain,” she said coming close and placing an arm around my shoulder and clapped my back. “Oh I’m terribly sorry,” she sobbed.

She was so small and I had no idea what this was all about also I couldn’t stand here with her hanging round my neck.

“Come on Mrs Rorks, let me help you indoors,” I said walking with her still hanging around my neck. Inside her house everything was gleaming, this was one houseproud woman. I sat her on one of her dining room chairs and drew another one close, after getting her to release her arm from around my neck.

“Now what has upset you, please tell me. You asked me to come and see you, well I’m here, how can I help.”

“If it hadn’t been for me living here that poor woman wouldn’t have been raped and forced to leave her home. I knew Gloria she was a nice person.” She said the tears still running down her cheeks.

“What has it to do with you living here?”

“The man who raped Gloria was my grandson. I would rather he had raped me and spare that woman all that hurt,” she said leaning forward and placing two hands around my neck and her face buried in my shoulder.

What else was I to do but hold her and in so doing I got an erection. The feel of her body and the smell of her perfume was enough to set me off.

As I said she was a small woman and amply endowed for the front of her dress was tight and her breasts, waist and hips were outlined showing a nice padded body.

“Can I make you a cup of tea or anything?” I asked.

“Forgive me, let me go and make one,” she said rising and went into what I assumed was her kitchen. Five minutes later she returned carrying a tray with tea and biscuits.

“Sorry I made a fool of myself Reverend, I just couldn’t help it,” she said as she sat down.

“You shouldn’t hold yourself responsible for what your grandson done and I’m sure you wouldn’t have liked it if he had raped you instead. I only hope he doesn’t do it again, because Gloria isn’t going to appear in court.”

“You mean he will get off with it?”

“In all likelihood, yes. I’m sure there are many women who would willingly accept his approach for sex, but some men get a kick out of domineering a woman.”

“I agree, there are many women just waiting for a man to approach her.” She said with a lowered voice.

“You are not referring to you are you?”

“Yes, but I’m a bit long in the tooth now, but I can always dream.”

“You’re not that old, you still have a very nice body and you seem strong and able.”

When I said that she burst out laughing so much I thought she was going to start crying again. “Don’t make me laugh any more, men of my age group are past it and no young white knight is going to come riding up my path and whisk me away. Which would you prefer, an old woman like me or a young virile virgin?”

“I’d take you any day of the week.” I replied and watched her face as she looked at me almost in shock, then she looked me up and down.

“Now would you then, maybe I should take you up on that someday,” she answered, but now a different tone to her voice. “Maybe I will. You’re not having a laugh at me are you, you did mean what you said?”

“Yes, I meant it. You think about it and give me a call. About your grandson forget it, it isn’t your fault Mrs. Rorks.”

“Agnes, my name is Agnes.”

“Mine is Greg, I would like you to call me that Agnes.” I said as I rose she too came to her feet and when I got to the gate she placed her hands on my shoulders and kissed me on both cheeks. No words were spoken as I drove away.

I didn’t recognise the car in my driveway, but when I pulled up behind it Edith got out of the drivers seat.

“I came for a drive for I just had to see how you were getting on in your new parish.” She said in the expressionless way she spoke. I still couldn’t get out of the habit of watching her lips to see if they moved and they didn’t.

“I hope you are staying the night?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Do you want to?” I countered.

She reached into her car and produced a small overnight bag, “I was hoping you would ask,” she said and that slight trace of the sides of her mouth turn up in her way of smiling.

There was no mad dash to get stuck into her, we had a meal and a chat and as if it was the normal thing to do we went upstairs to bed. Once in bed it was a different story. Edith just pulled me on top of her and then reached down and guided my stiff cock into her moist and eager pussy.

“God I have longed to feel you inside me again, hurt me do anything to me but drive that lovely cock inside me Greg.”

I’m not that struck on thin women, but after all she was my boss’s mother and we all have to make sacrifices at times in our life. Not that I didn’t like the way she wrapped her pussy around my shaft, I just like well padded older women. It is better to have a willing sour faced woman than none at all and I just loved having my cock buried in a woman’s pussy. I never forced myself on them they all came voluntarily and I only obliged.

No matter what, it was nice to be able to slide in and out of her well lubricated pussy. Even if her expression didn’t change I knew she loved it by me letting her thrust and squirm on the end of my cock. Was I becoming more blasé about being able to fuck most of older women that I meet? I must never take them for granted and give them the respect they have given me by giving the most precious thing a woman can give – herself.

I started a slow and steady pace and Edith slowed down to and we were in unison as we gave satisfaction to each other. She had opened her eyes and was looking at me. “Why did you suddenly change Greg, I can feel the difference, and I love the way you are now treating me. It’s as if you loved me and allowing me to return that love to you. It no longer feels like the animal lust it was, but now a tenderness you haven’t shown before.” She said rising and pulling me down on to her body.

Then a real smile came to her face as she hugged me to her, “I do love you Greg, which is why I came to see you. Don’t say you love me, because you don’t, just let me love you and make all the lonely ladies here as happy as I am now.”

“What are you saying Edith, it isn’t like you to act this way?”

“I know, but it is true. Do you want me to come and see you from time to time?”

“You are always welcome Edith.”

With that she kissed me with her lipless mouth and started crying. What is it about women, they cry for that many things it’s so confusing.

I never reached a climax or were we intimate the rest of the night; she slept with her head on my shoulder all night. Edith left early Saturday morning, but I knew that she would be returning.

Ann phoned almost every day, but said she was never happier and thought about me every night she went to bed. During the call on Saturday afternoon she asked if I had visited the Home, because Daphne hadn’t contacted her since that night. I promised her that I would try to visit the Home on Wednesday as arranged, without fail.

I had just made myself comfortable to watch the Saturday evening movie when the telephone rang.

“I have been giving some thought to what you said, could you come and visit me tonight,” asked an almost inaudible voice of Agnes.

“You are sure about this Agnes?”

“Please hurry I have been thinking about it since you were here, I should have made my mind up when you were here then I wouldn’t feel so frustrated as I do now,” she replied softly.

“I’m on my way, I answered, replacing the handset.

“I still can’t believe you would rather be with an old has-been like me than a young woman,” were the first thing Agnes said to me as I entered her home.

“Now Agnes what do you want of me. You have to tell me in your own words, straight out with it if we have come this far we should be able to talk freely.”

“I…I well you know?” She started looking down at the floor.

“No I don’t know, that was why I asked you.”

“I would like you to come to bed with me,” she said without looking at me.

“What to do, sleep?”

“No put your thing inside me, Oh hell shag me for Heavens sake.” She spurted out.

“Well what are we sitting here for, let’s go to your bedroom and I’ll shag you as much as you want.”

A smile came to her small round face and she let out a cry when I lifted her up in my arms. “Let’s do it proper, now show me the way,” I said

She was light and easy to carry as I followed her directions to her bedroom. I set her down on the floor and undone the zip at the back of her dress and she just wiggle out of it as it circled her feet on the floor. I slipped the straps of her slip over her shoulders and that too joined the dress. All this I saw looking at her image in the large mirror on the wardrobe.

She was wearing French loose-legged panties and I have no idea on bra sizes but it must be one of the larger sized cups to hold her. She unclipped the clasp at the front and the two breasts just burst out. The sag I think was caused by the weight of each of those lovely looking monsters. I reached round her and took one in each hand. Agnes leaned back on to me and placed her hands over mine.

“You like the feel of my boobs Greg?”

“They are terrific; it must be a strain on you carrying all this weight around all day.”

“As long as you like them, my husband loved them too and was always fondling them. I think that was how they got so big,” she replied.

“Get into bed Agnes I’ll be in shortly.” I said releasing her then drawing down her panties. This seemed to be the only thing that made her coy, for she placed both hands over her crotch as she moved towards the bed, leaving her breasts to bounce like jelly on a plate.

When I dropped my underpants she gave a gasp and even pointed at my erect penis. Her mouth seemed to drop when she saw the size. But that was soon changed when I knelt on the bed and pushed her mouth on to the head. She eagerly grabbed my shaft and attached it like she was attacking a banana, but a very big banana for her mouth was stretched. Then to my amazement she withdrew, took her false teeth out and into her mouth my crown went. What a different feeling toothless gums have on a penis as she worked on my cock trying the impossible task of getting it even quarter-way in her mouth.

I gently removed her head and slid down so I was between her legs. When I placed my hand on her soft mound I knew I had another woman who needed no preparatory work for she was almost dripping from her vagina. I am sure that a woman can prepare herself just by thinking about being fucked. It was just a matter of easing open her lips and slipping the head in. This I did, but just left the rest out and watched her face. Why do women also close their eyes when you enter first and then shoot them open if you stop. This was what Agnes did. “Why have you stopped Greg,” she enquired and as she did I eased more and more in expanding her to take me. I never usually want to force myself on an old woman the first time in case I hurt them. After the first time it has been stretched to take me and then they also know what to expect the next time.

Agnes was in the learning stage in taking a big cock and I wanted her available again for even though she was no spring chicken her skin was fresh and she obviously liked cock.

I loved the feel of her pussy as if gently grasped my cock as I entered and automatically her legs came up allowing me a deeper penetration into her grey-haired covered pussy. When I was completely in I looked down at her smiling face. “Believe me now Agnes. I am not bull shitting you but you have one of the best pussies I’ve ever fucked. Take that as a compliment.”

“Well I’ve never had such a big cock as you have, and I’m glad you like it Greg.” She said holding on to my arms, as I started pounding my meat into her making her breasts vibrate just like two jellies. Agnes’s arse was moving in circles making her clitoris rub against my shaft. This lady sure knew how to keep a man on edge and I loved it. Yes these old women could show the younger ones a thing or two when it came to shafting or as Agnes calls it shagging.

The only sound were small sighs, the slurping sound of my well lubricated cock moving in and out of her pussy and the intake of breath as our coupling reached a climax and I spurted my load into her. I lifted her up and turned on my back so Agnes was perched on my hips with my cock embedded inside her. I was determined to keep it there as long as possible, for I loved to feel being encased in her body.

She sat there like a queen on a throne, “I never thought this could ever be, me being shagged by a man so young as you. Also that you were enjoying shagging an old woman, you said you prefer older women, I believe you now, but will you ever come back and see me?”

“Of course I will just you wait and see Agnes.”

I think I overdone myself that night for twice more I spent my seed into her eager womb, well it had to go there for it surely didn’t spill out.

I had a good turn-out at church with many smiling faces, but I wonder what they were smiling about, that was the question.

“You will be coming on Wednesday?” A voice behind me asked.

I turned around and faced Daphne, Ann and a man who was obviously Ann’s husband. I had spotted them in the congregation, but no sign of recognition passed between us then.

“I certainly will Director Clarkson, you said one didn’t you?”

“You can make it earlier if you like,” she replied. Why had she suddenly mellowed from the stern woman whom I had met a couple of weeks ago. I have a feeling Ann had been talking to her.

“This is my husband Mark, “Ann said introducing me to a well-dressed man who obviously had been drinking, for I smelt the whisky on his breath.

“Can I have a word with you vicar or can I call you Greg?”

“Certainly Mark. Excuse me ladies I will be back shortly.”

We walked out of earshot of anyone. “I know you and Annabelle have been having it off, I have no objection at all as long as I know who it was. Her whole attitude has changed for the better, since she spent the night with you. Please keep it up I know she is a good fuck, but I have a young filly set aside. Annabelle thinks I’m impotent; I’m not, just like a change. If I can help you in any way just ask, you don’t know any young things by any chance you could slant my way?”

“I’m glad you know for I don’t like to cheat on the husband and I’ll try to keep her happy for you. I’m sorry I don’t at the present know any young women I could put your way, for I much prefer the older woman, I don’t care what age they are as long as they are over fifty.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes I find them better than the younger women.”

“Well I can even help you there. Do you know the Home that Clarkson runs, it’s full of the age group you are looking for and all of them are rich and will reward you handsomely for any affection you can give. I know for I visit there often. I must get you invited to some of our parties too.” He said placing his arm around my shoulder as we walked back to the two women waiting.

“You two have become friendly suddenly.” Ann said with a worried look on her face.

“I’ve found a kindred soul Annabelle, splendid chap is Greg we must get him on the guest list of your friends and get him to the parties,” Mark said winking at me.

“She organises everything you know, even me,” he added with a laugh.

“Come on let’s get you home before you get up to any mischief,” she said taking his arm and leading him to the car where Trevor was standing with the door open. Daphne walked behind with that expressionless face, completely dressed in black as though she was off to a funeral.

Now I was more than ever determined to visit this Retirement Home.

Wednesday morning I left early to drive to the Retirement Home, the journey took just over an hour. What I didn’t expect was the place that housed the Home. The house was huge standing in the middle of manicured lawns and what looked like a golf course. Even at this early hour eight am I could see there were people moving about as I drove slowly down the driveway towards the front entrance where a Range Rover was parked.

The interior of the building was the complete opposite to the outside façade. Outside it was late 18th or early 19th century, inside was a modern building. I was standing just gazing in bewilderment when a thin female figure dressed in a grey business suit approached me. At first I didn’t recognize Ms Clarkson, or should I say Director Clarkson as she likes to be known.

“Surprised Reverent? Many people are when they first come through the door. A fire gutted the inside and since the front has to remain unchanged, so it was incorporated into a modern building. I know I said one, but I’m so glad you came earlier now I will have time to show you the whole complex,” she said with her expressionless face.

“So that is why there is such a difference, but all this for thirty residents? That was the number you said wasn’t it?”

“We really can take forty but we always like to keep some spare. I know ten spare sounds a lot but usually it is only five, for five of our guests passed on lately,” she said with even a more soft voice, almost like a funeral director.

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Let’s have a coffee and have a talk, before I introduce you to our guests. Also I’ll take you to see our Superintendent later.”

Her office was like a small lounge with the desk only being a fold-down writing desk, which was at present closed. She indicated with her hand one of the easy chairs separated by a small coffee table, while she went to a coffee maker set on a small table. 

“Cream and sugar?” she asked.

“Yes please Daphne,” I said to test the water by using her forename.

“I don’t mind you using my name whilst we are alone, but out in the Home I would prefer it if you used Director or Director Clarkson.”

So I’m getting to use Daphne whilst in here, good. The cup was placed in front of me and she sat on the other chair right at the front with her legs snapped tight together and her clenched hands on her knees. Almost every minute she would pull down the hem of her skirt, even though it never moved. She was nervous in my company I wonder why?

“So how do you like working here Daphne?”

“I really like the work, but it gets a bit lonesome, if you know what I mean. The Superintendent lives in a nearby village with his wife. He will be leaving soon, because he is over retiring age, but he has promised to stay until we get a replacement.”

“Surely you can drive to the nearest town to get away for a bit?”

“I don’t drive, I have tried, but I get too nervous when I’m behind the wheel. This position is very demanding. The residents expect you to be on call twenty four hours a day.”

“That’s silly Daphne, you need some relaxation. Even I can see that you are all up tight, you need to get away even for a night, and I’m sure even that short time would help.”

“You are right of course, I get that frustrated with the guests, I have to control myself not to explode.”

“Why don’t you come home with me tonight, I’ll drive you back in the morning.”

“What would the guests say about me going off with a young man?”

“Maybe make them envious, so what do you say. You don’t have to let me know until I leave.”

It was the first time I saw her smile and the drooping corners of her thin mouth turned up just like a smiley. So she can smile I thought to myself. Also I think that Daphne needed more than just some time away from this place what she really needed was a good ten inches of hard cock.

We started our tour of the complex and I was really surprised at the pleasant accommodation and common rooms provided. The staff was all smart and courteous, but I suppose the clientele was the cause. Daphne explained that the fees were rather steep and the families of the guests, as she called them were only too willing to pay the fees to get the old women and men out of their hair.

“A few of the guests suffer from dementia and memory loss, but we find they are no trouble if you accept whatever they say and play along with them. We have two lady doctors always on call, therefore we are self contained.”

“What has Mark Hilton-Styles have to do with this place?”

“Lord Towerton is the chairman of the board of directors and is also the main sponsor for the Home,” she replied.

“So that explains it!”

“Explains what?”

“Nothing, just something he said to me the last time we met.”

After having been shown round I felt like a young child who had been left alone in a sweet shop. The place was filled with my type of females and all of them seemed so thrilled when I spoke to them. I certainly was going to come back and see a couple that invited me to visit them. 

Daphne seemed thrilled sitting in the passenger seat of my car. I sensed that she wasn’t taken out by males, which resulted her talking none stop the entire journey down to my home. On the way through a small town, for I had diverted my journey to see some of the countryside, I stopped and bought a variety of Chinese take-a-ways. Again I discovered that she had never had one before, so this was another first for her.

On arriving back home I placed the containers in an oven to warm them up and Daphne never left my side all the time I was moving around the kitchen. I decided to see how she would react if I held her. When I knew she was behind me I turned and grasped her by her upper arms and kissed her on her thin lips. I didn’t quite expect the reaction I got. Her arms went around my neck and crushed her lips onto mine.

“I have been wanting to this all day Greg, no other man has treated me as you have today. Tonight I want to share your bed, that would be the climax to a wonderful day,” she said as she broke off our kiss.

“I will certainly not turn you down, but let’s just enjoy the rest of the evening with a meal. I don’t know about you but I’m hungry.”

“I’m starving, it must be the excitement making me feel this way,” she said hugging my arm.

By the time we had eaten and tidied away it was time for bed. Daphne just followed behind me as I climbed the stairs. We showered together and I discovered under all her loose clothing a thin body, but at least she had a bottom on her and half coconut sized breasts. She had trimmed her pubic hairs to just a one inch strip, which was still dark. Still nude we moved into the bedroom and into bed. I have never come across a woman who stuck close to me all the time as Daphne did since leaving the Home.

She may not have been a virgin but she might well have been for at first she was difficult to penetrate, but I feel it was nervousness, which kept her muscles tight. For after a few minutes I was buried up to the hilt in her warm encircling vagina with her legs wrapped tightly around me.

“You are the first man I’ve had since I was a teenage woman; I have forgotten just how nice it feels to have a man. Will you be my man Greg, I don’t care how many other women you have as long as you say you will be my man.”

“Sure Daphne, but don’t expect marriage or anything silly like that.”

“I’m twice your age Greg, I don’t expect that from you, just to know that I have a man who will take care of me is all I ask.”

As she talked her hips never once stopped their motion, there was also no remarks about my size. She needs to put a bit more beef on, for I am not attracted to thin women, well not as thin as she is. The reason I am shafting her is so I will have free access to her guests in the Home. Now I have seen the set-up I want to get in amongst her Guests.

At least she was enthusiastic about her sex and she was one of those women who displayed herself when she had an orgasm, by arching her back and thrusting her hips hard into me. She gripped me that tight I couldn’t make any hip movements, but somehow I shot my bolt at the same time as she did.

I rose at five the next morning so that I would have plenty of time to get her back to the Home early enough for the first Guests to rise. Daphne was like a lovesick teenager when she had to say goodbye and was even crying as I left her standing on the front entrance.

As I drove away I praised myself on a good job, for I was certain now there would be no objections from Director Clarkson on my visiting her guests at any time of the day. It’s surprising what a good length of cock will do to a woman.

That afternoon while I was sitting down trying to write the sermon for Sunday when the telephone rang, it was the Bishop. “I am on my way up to see you, don’t leave the house.” He snapped. This was strange for he was usually a quiet spoken man.

Had he found out that I had been shagging his wife and mother and he was about to bring the roof down on my lifestyle I thought? What other reason would he come up and see me so suddenly? I could think of no other reason why he would be coming.

When he arrived and got out the car I knew it wasn’t either of these things, for he game to greet me with a smile on his face and his hand held out in friendship. After getting us tea, we sat down at the kitchen table to talk.

“I have bad news for you Greg; I have been instructed to close this church down. I know I only gave you this a few weeks ago, but I have been given my orders.”

“I was just getting to know everyone too; couldn’t you at least give me more time?”

“Sorry the house, church and land are being sold. We need the funds; the church isn’t as rich as it used to be. We are even looking for sponsors. That leads me into the second reason I’m here to see you. A request has been made for you to take up a new position as hospital parson to,” he rummaged in his pocket and brought out a slip of paper. “Does the name Marquis of Towerton mean anything to you?”

“Yes that is Mark,” I said without thinking.

“He is the chairman of some hospital board and he has requested a parson, particularly you to look after the spiritual needs of his hospitals, two apparently. Also he will be paying your salary. You start at the beginning of next month; he will be contacting you about accommodation and conditions. You have done yourself a lot of good since you were sent here. I had my doubts at first, but you proved me wrong,” he said.

“I must get back to-night, my wife is pregnant with our first child. Imagine after all this time I’m to become a father. You take care of yourself now Greg; I’ll be getting reports on how you are doing in your new job. I wish I was younger and been offered such a chance.” He said as he rose and prepared to leave.

I just had to celebrate and what better way than fucking some woman. It was too far to drive up to the Home, and I didn’t fancy a thin woman, so I rang up Agnes.

When the phone was lifted, “Agnes, Greg here, how do you feel sweetheart?”

“I’ve been waiting on you calling; I thought once you had got your way with me, you had forgotten me. When are you coming to see me again, you have started me thinking of men again, so you had better do something about it and quick,” she said in the soft way she spoke.

“That was why I rang you, what about this evening?”

“I’ll leave the door off the latch, close it when you come in, I’ll be waiting.”

I was looking forward to feeling her gorgeous breasts for they were really something not what you would normally find on older women.

It wasn’t until after nine in the evening that I drew up outside Agnes’s cottage. As she had said the door was unlocked and I walked right in locking it behind me and made straight through to her bedroom. There she was sitting up in bed, her breasts bare and smiling at me. “Well what are you waiting for my stud, I’m ready and waiting.”

As I undressed she threw back the covers and slid down the bed, opening her thighs as she did so. Once I was undressed I knelt down at the bottom of the bed and plunged my face into her hairy pussy smelling that unforgettable small of an aroused woman. I had no idea if Agnes liked me doing this but I made a spoon of my tongue and scooped it up between her vulva lips until I reached her clitoris which I managed to get between my lips and worked the top with my tongue.

Now Agnes was pushing her body into my face with her hand on the back of my head pushing me in further. It was as if I was trying to crawl back into the hole that gave birth to me. Once I felt that Agnes was on the edge of having an orgasm, I slipped up her body, stopping at her lovely breasts and spending some time caressing and pressing one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger whilst I gently brought my teeth down on the other and working the tip with my tongue. I could feel her pounding my back and pressing her crotch against my body.

When I did move up and taking my cock in my hand to insert it I found she was so wet there was a pool on the sheets. I slid in so easy this time and she had her legs wrapped around me so I could penetrate her as much as possible.

“Oh Greg, push in as hard as you can, I want to feel you touch my heart with your lovely cock. This is better than the last time, why didn’t you come here earlier then I would have had this lovely feeling earlier.”

“I thought you said you were too old to get this feeling, Agnes.”

“I did, but now I know different.”

Slowly I withdrew to almost the point when I would drop out, then I thrust forward driving my cock into her wet vagina as deep as I could. I repeated this several times and Agnes thrust her hips up as I done so, for she said she wanted to feel me as deep as I could. As I looked down before I thrust into her, holding her hips in my hand well off the bed it seemed impossible that a shaft as thick as mine could ever sink into a woman’s pussy so easy. I now realised how much a woman’s pussy could stretch.

Then I flooded her with my bent up reserve of sperm as I pulled her onto me, she sat up and sat on my thighs wrapping her arms around my neck. For an old woman she really was supple as she pulled my head into her breasts. I couldn’t resist sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, whilst she wriggled her hips onto my cock.

“Agnes I have something to tell you, I’m being moved at the end of the month, the church is being closed,” I wasn’t sure if this was the right time to tell her this since I was still embedded in her warm pussy.

“You mean now that the flame has been ignited I have to put it out. How could you be so cruel Greg, now I will be more frustrated than ever. Oh I love the feel of a man’s cock inside me. Promise you will come and see me, please even if it is only for a short time.”

“I’ll see what I can do, but don’t blame me, blame the church I was only informed to-day myself.”

“Try Greg, I don’t want the fire to go, I now feel more alive,” she said as the tears flowed down her cheek.

Soon afterwards I left and returned home, feeling that I had let Agnes down somehow.

Friday evening I was going over my sermon for the Sunday, I had decided not to bring the closure up until I was notified officially. It was then voices near the church, I haven’t experienced any vandalism, but one must be on guard at all times. I silently closed the front door and crept round to where I assumed the voices were coming from. I heard a slight gasp and stopped, for I felt I was almost on top of whoever was out there.

“Never Jamie, you are far too big, you are a freak that’s what you are,” a young female voice said.

“Oh Francis, don’t go, stay please, we don’t need to do it if you don’t want.”

I heard someone stand and the voice was now much higher. “No way, you stay away from me, you should be in a zoo or somewhere where they have freaks,” the girl said and then I heard her running away to the other side of the church.

I stepped into the area where I had heard them speaking. On the ground kneeling was a well built young lad. I knew he was young because I had heard him speak and I also knew his name. He had his head down and was shaking it from side to side. Also I noticed he wasn’t wearing his trousers.

“What’s up Jamie, your girlfriend turn you down?” I asked.

At the sound of my voice he looked up and started searching for his trousers. It was then that I switched on my torch and in the beam was his semi erect penis. I had found a kindred soul, here was another well built young lad, not as big as I was but well over the average size. He had been just been through what I had been through all those years before humiliated by rejection.

“Jamie, get dressed and come and have a chat with me. I may be able to solve your problem for you,” I said turning and hoping he would follow, he did.

Once inside the house we sat in the kitchen with a coffee in front of us sitting facing each other at opposite ends of the table. I think he thought I was gay and wanted to chat him up I think.

“Jamie I am the same as you, I was a lot older than you before I was able to find a woman who gladly took my big cock, for that is the problem isn’t it?”

“You were listening, how could you,” he said almost in disgust.

“No I wasn’t I heard a noise and came to investigate and caught the tail end of your argument with Francis. You want to get your end away just like any other lad your age, but keep getting rejected. I know what you are going through for I was the same. Are you prejudice against a woman’s age Jamie?”

“No, why?”

“Have you ever considered going with an older woman perhaps?”

“Never thought about it. No that is wrong I have often thought about my mother and grandma, what it would be like just to fuck them.”

“You’re no different from all other boys, they all think that way, now what if you could go with a woman as old as your grandmother, would you?”

“Why are you asking me this?”

“I have my reason. Now how old are you and what do you do?”

“Eighteen, well I’ll be eighteen in two months and I’m a gamekeeper on Lady Murphy’s estate.”

“What does your father do?”

“I have never known my father; my mother says she can’t remember who he was. I live with my Gran and mum.”

I gave him a good looking over now, he was tall but less than six feet, broad shouldered and had a weather-beaten ruddy complexion. The only thing he was a bit untidy.

“Jamie, let me make a telephone call. I want you to go into the bathroom and tidy yourself up, have a shower. You can lock the door I won’t disturb you. Maybe I can fix you up with a woman who will gladly take that large cock of yours, on two conditions. You are to be nice to her and you keep your mouth shut about it, you tell no one. Agreed?”

“You really mean that Vicar?”

“I do, now you go and let me make my phone call.”

I knew it was getting a bit late, but using my cell phone I called Agnes. She must have been sitting by the phone for she answered immediately. “Oh Greg, are you coming over, I really need some comforting tonight, I’ve just been watching a romantic movie and I’m running wet. You know what I mean don’t you?”

“Yes I’ll be over shortly, I have something for you.”

“The same arrangements as last time Greg eh!” she said as the phone went dead.

If everything goes right, then Agnes won’t have to switch her fire off as she put it and Jamie will be getting what he longs for. A lad at that age is usually a walking hard on anyway, so he will more than satisfy Agnes.

Ten minutes later Jamie emerged from the bathroom looking a lot tidier. 

“Right Jamie I have arranged a night of passion for you. This elderly woman loves cock, I know for I’ve been knocking her off for a while. I’m leaving and would like you to take over from me. I want you to come and see me, to-morrow if you can, for I want to have another talk to you.”

We got into my car and I drove towards Agnes’s home as we turned up her driveway Jamie grabbed my arm.

“This is the road to old Granny Rorks’s place; she’s a miserable old bugger.”

“Wrong Jamie, this is Agnes’s place and she is a very warm loving old woman who needs cock and this is going to be the lady who takes your virginity. I bet you stay all night. Tell me tomorrow if I’m wrong.”

We walked right in and I indicated Jamie to stay out side the bedroom door. I walked in and Agnes was propped up as she was the other evening. “Agnes, I’m not going to be staying tonight.”

“You promised Greg, you know how I am feeling, I need you desperately,” she butted in.

“If you don’t object I have brought someone who will satisfy and keep that flame burning for you. He has promised never to say anything about this and will look after you in the future. He is a young lad, but like me is a bit bigger than average, also he is a virgin. What do you say Agnes, you know I wouldn’t just let anyone take care of you.”

“This is very embarrassing Greg, but I honestly need a man tonight. Is he clean, as you said you wouldn’t just hand me over to anyone? Can I see him?”

“Jamie come in here and meet Agnes,” I called.

Jamie came in but now he was rather shy and held his head down. I think he was afraid to look at Agnes.

“I know him, he is Jamie Carpenter. He is a well-built lad isn’t he? A virgin you say, that will be interesting.” Agnes said with the sheet pulled up over her exposed breast.

“I’ll leave you two then. Look after him Agnes, he seems a bit shy now he is faced with his first real woman.” I said turning to walk away.

“Drop the latch on your way out Greg,” Agnes called. I knew then that Agnes had decided to take on Jamie. My! Was he in for a surprise I thought as I dropped the catch and closed the door.

It was Saturday afternoon when there was a knock on the door and Jamie was standing there with a grin on his face. I let him in and we sat at the table again with a cup of coffee in front of us, but this time there wasn’t the table length between us he was sitting on my right.

“Thank you Vicar, you were right she isn’t the bad tempered woman I thought she was. She wants me to go back tonight again, is she some hot woman.” He said without me asking.

“What I’m about to tell you, you can confirm for yourself. There are more of the same everywhere; in this village the majority of the women are single and elderly. Nature played unfair, at a time when women were the most eager for sex, they reduced the sex drive in the male. The level of testosterone in women increases as they get older and the level of oestrogen drops. And just like the males between seventeen and twenty-three or so, the levels of testosterone are at their highest, males go around with a perpetual hard-on. You do don’t you Jamie?”

“Yes I suppose so, never thought about it that way.”

“The older women aren’t going to throw themselves at you, in fact they think they are the unseen. You see them and treat them right and you will never dip out. I have a few others I will pass on to you later, but I would rather you find them yourself. Once you have shafted one, they will tell their friends and you are in. So you treat Agnes right and I bet she has a friend who is in need of a little comfort and it will go on and on. Forget your young women, for now when you are sewing your oats. Forget that some of them have wrinkles, it’s what is between their legs that you are after and never mind if they are fifty or ninety, if they want you to shaft them do so.”

“Are you sure of this?”

“Believe me Jamie, you will be fucking every night if you treat them nice. Has any elderly woman shown you some affection and you didn’t know why?”

“Yes, the head keeper’s wife is always, giving me things and touching me.”

“How old is she?”

“Early sixties, for Fred is retiring next year at sixty five.”

“Now a tip. You are allowed to touch almost any woman on the forearm, but never anywhere else. If you do they feel you are invading their privacy and will push you off. If a woman allows you to touch their upper arm or anywhere else without objection, it means she has accepted you. Try putting your hand on the head keeper’s wife’s back or anywhere else and see what happens. Don’t grab her by her breast or slip your hand up her dress, well not the first time anyway, and see how she reacts. Then leave it to her. I bet you will be between her legs at the earliest opportunity.”

“You really believe this Vicar.”

“Try it, all you will get is a slapped face. Tell me how you get on; I have pointed you in the best direction, now it’s up to you Jamie.”

After the main service I was approached by an above average height woman in her early fifties. It was the first time I had seen her in church. She was neatly dressed as all the women were, she smelt of lavender that was the main thing I noticed even before I took in her short cut hair, made up face. She was wearing a long coat so I couldn’t see what she had under it.

“Reverent, I’m Mary Cross and I wonder if you could come and visit my mother. I can’t bring her to church and was wondering if you could come and see her?”

“Of course I will Mary. Do you want me to come this afternoon or after late service?”

“Evening would do fine, if it doesn’t put you out,” she replied.

As usual the evening service was a none event, I was the only one there, so I closed up the church went and got changed into a more casual dress and set off on foot to Mary Cross’s house. On the way I met Jessie whom I had completely forgotten all about since my first day in the village.

“I thought you were coming back to see me Vicar? I know you have been busy, but I was looking forward to continuing our relationship.”

“I have to tell you a secret. They are closing the church and I’m being moved away at the end of the month. Please don’t mention it until I am officially notified.”

“Oh hell, just when I had found someone who gave me satisfaction,” she said almost in tears.

“Is that all you wanted me for, a cock to give you satisfaction, for if it was I know someone locally who could easily replace me.”

“Who? There is only a few about your age and I doubt any of them are as well built as you are.”

“Jamie Carpenter, would more than satisfy you, believe me.”

“Jamie Carpenter is only a boy. How do you know this, no one has said anything to me about Jamie having an affair with any woman in the village.”

“See you don’t know everything that happens. Want me to speak with him and send him to see you?”

“Don’t you dare, I’ll speak to him myself. He comes into the shop quite a lot, now are you sure on this?”

“Believe me he will be more than willing to help you out.”

“Thank you Mark, it’s nice to know there is someone to replace you. I bet a lot of the women in this village doesn’t know that,” she said and then continued on her walk as though we hadn’t even talked.

I bet she will be spreading the word around, but not before she has tested Jamie out. I hope he isn’t put out by her thin frame.

I rang the bell of Mary’s door and only waited about twenty seconds before she opened it. Now I saw her figure for she was dressed in a tight dress with a slit down to her breasts but not open, her breasts were pronounced and the dress was cut to enhance them anyway, she wasn’t thin but what I called well padded, down to her flared hips. The dress was only to the top of her knees and was blue in colour. She was wearing carpet slippers and stockings. All this I took in one quick glance.

“Mum’s in her room, I’ll take you to her,” she said without any greeting or anything.

In her mother’s room was an elderly lady in bed watching a TV set standing on a stand. On seeing me enter she switched off the set and smiled. “Ok Mary I want to speak to the Reverent in private shut the door when you leave.”

When Mary left the old lady threw back the bedclothes and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The nightdress was high up on her thighs and when she swung her legs over I had a view of her grey haired covered pussy, but only for a fraction of a second.

“Agnes told me you had given her a new reason for wanting to live, is that true?”

“Depends what you are referring to?”

“Your cock what else, I am younger than her, what about giving me a reason to live?”

“Do you know what you are saying? I didn’t get your name?”

“Miriam, my father was a bit of a bible basher, he named all us girls after women in the bible. Well will you, right now will do fine by me.”

“Miriam I don’t like to start something I can’t continue with. I’m leaving at the end of the month and the church is closing.”

“That doesn’t stop you now though does it? Look I’m offering you my pussy, want to satisfy an old woman, make her happy. I don’t care if I die tomorrow I just would like to feel a big cock, that is something I’ve never experienced.”

“So what did Agnes tell you?”

“That you had the biggest cock she had ever seen and she loved the memories it brought back”

As I’m going to the Retirement Home, no doubt I will come across this situation there. Here was an elderly woman offering herself to me and like an idiot I was arguing with her. Only recently I had been lecturing Jamie on the very same thing.

I was glad I had decided to change into a tracksuit. I just pulled down my trousers and stepped close to the bed, pulled her legs towards me and gently and slowly slipped my huge cock between her thin lips. She dropped back onto the bed and lifted her hips so I slid easier in. All the time I was entering her she was repeating, “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God it feels terrific no wonder Agnes is so happy.”

I must admit she was a better fit than Agnes and just as wet, but she never had the breasts of Agnes, for now she had slipped her nightdress over her head and her breasts were lying either side of her chest. Down the middle of her stomach was a large scar tissue the remnants of some long gone operation. I liked Miriam’s wide hips as I pumped my tool deep into her body. I pumped as hard as I did Agnes and Miriam wasn’t objecting just mewling to herself and working her hips in unison.

This coupling wasn’t what I would call a joining of the souls but an animal lust fuck and nothing else. The last time Agnes and I coupled it was complete. Two women the same age but oh so different, if Jamie gets the same treatment from Agnes as I did he is a very lucky lad indeed. I just stood there and blasted my load into Miriam’s body and then eased her body back down onto the bed. Now she was all smiles and seemed to have liked the experience. Maybe she knew no different and had always been treated that way.

“Hell that was fantastic, but what am I to do when you have gone, I’ll be back to my old frustrations.”

“No you need never worry about that, you contact Jamie Carpenter he will look after you.”

“Jamie is far too young, why do you recommend him?”

“He is almost as big as I am and he is also at the age when he can never get enough and he isn’t put off by the age difference.”

“I will have to see about getting in contact with Jamie then won’t I. What about Mary, she is far too shy to even approach a man. Do what her father done, take her by the hand and tell her to get undressed.”

“You mean, you let your own daughter be fucked by her father?”

“My father broke me in and had me at least once a week until I left home, so why should Mary have been treated any differently,” she said as though I was stupid asking the question. Somehow I can’t see Jamie handling this woman, I’ll have to warn him off, but then you have to take the good with the bad.

A week went by and I never heard from Jamie, so I assume he is not getting into trouble. It was the Friday evening when I heard a knock at my door. When I went to answer it a very small woman well under five feet I would say in her thirties was nervously standing there. In a voice I could hardly hear she introduced herself.

“I’m Emma Carpenter, Jamie’s mother can I speak with you,” she said.

“Forgive me Mrs Carpenter, come in can I get you something to drink?”

“A cup of tea would be nice. It’s not Mrs but Ms. I’ve never been married.” She answered, but if I’d said boo she would have run away I’m sure.

Then I remembered what Jamie had said about his mother not knowing who his father was.

“It’s warmer in the kitchen, would you like to sit there?”

“Yes that would be fine.”

How could a small frail woman like Emma give birth to a large well-built male like Jamie I thought as she followed me in to the kitchen. I made the tea and placed some biscuits on a plate beside her.

“Now Emma what do you want to talk to me about?”

“I don’t know what you said to Jamie, but since last Friday he has been a totally different person. Gone are his untidy dress and room, he is polite to my mother me and Mrs. Maxwell told me Jamie is the best young man she has ever met. He told me you had a long talk with him and advised him how to conduct himself. I have no idea what you said but I wish you had spoken to him earlier.”

“Who is Mrs Maxwell, Jamie never mentioned her to me when I talked to him?”

“Maybe he referred to her as Joyce, she is the head keeper’s wife, she and my mother went to school with each other, they both have their birthdays within days of each other.”

Then a thought came to mind I wonder if Jamie had taken my advice and was now shafting Joyce?

As we sat in the kitchen talking the rain started and was now falling heavily. Emma only had on a light coat.

“How did you get here Emma did you walk?”

“No I cycled, my cycle is by your front door.”

“I will drive you home, for I won’t let you ride a bike in this weather. We will have to wait a bit until it eases for my car is in the garage on the other side of the church.”

“I appreciate that Vicar, for it’s about two miles to my home.”

“Call me Greg Emma, everyone else does.”

We waited about ten minutes and the rain seemed to ease and we both ran towards the garage. The hardest part was avoiding the puddles in the dim light and we had almost reached the garage when I heard Emma fall. I turned round as she was picking herself up out of the deepest puddle of them all.

“I’m sorry Greg, I can’t get into your clean car like this, I might as well cycle home I can’t get any wetter.”

“And catch a chill in doing so. No let’s get you back indoors and get those clothes dried.”

As she started to walk back I noticed her limping. “Have you hurt your leg?”

“It’s nothing I twisted my ankle, I’ll manage,” she replied.

I just picked her up in my arms she was that light I felt I could carry her for miles. In picking her up it was the unconscious thing to put her arms around my neck, this brought her closer to me and I smelt her cheap, but pleasant perfume. Now that with her normal womanly smell caused the normal reaction and I felt my cock harden. She had one of those innocent looking faces, which is deceptive. She was pretty, not beautiful and what I could feel through her clothing soft.

I carried her right into the kitchen and stood by the range still holding her in my arms.

“You can put me down now Greg,” she said in her soft voice.

“Maybe I like holding you.”

“I like being held too, but I’m soaking wet and I can now feel it on my skin.”

I lowered her gentle and not only was the front of her clothing wet but muddy as well. 

“You might as well throw the lot in the washing machine and then in the drier and that will stop the mud from staining your coat and dress.”

“You just want to see me in my underwear, that’s it isn’t it Greg?” she said with a smile appearing on her face.

She had hit the nail on the head, but I just didn’t want to see her in her underwear but naked and impaled on my cock. “You surely know men Emma,” was what I replied.

“Your right of course let me get this off as quickly as possible.”

Then with no ado she undid her coat and drew her dress over her head and stood before me in the briefest of panties, a thong I think they call them and a bra that was only half a bra for most of it was below her breasts holding them up with the flimsiest part hiding her nipples.

“Now where is the washing machine,” she asked.

I showed her and went to get her something to cover herself with. My dressing gown was far too large so I ended up getting a thick flannel chequered shirt for her to wear. When I returned downstairs she was sitting on a chair by the range.

“I think I had better telephone my mother and tell her I’ll be late getting home, can I use your telephone?”

“Sure go ahead.” I said handing her my cell phone.

She turned her back to me and talked in low tones so that I couldn’t hear. I didn’t want to anyway, but there seemed to be a heated discussion going on. Then I heard her say just before she switched off. “I’ll try mum.”

“Mum says the storm brought down a tree, blocking the road to the house, could you put me up for the night?”

“Of course I can, only too happy to help. Now you are staying you can help me prepare my meal, then we both can eat. Here I think this will give a bit of respectability.” I said hading over my shirt.

“Don’t you like me just wearing this? The kitchen is warm and I’m not cold.”

Then without thinking I said, “I would rather there was nothing on.”

“No this way makes it more sexy,” she said with a laugh.

I knew then that I was going to sink my shaft into Emma before the night was over and so did she.

“If it doesn’t worry you, then stay as you are.”

I thought that she was really below my bottom end but then why throw away an offer like this, for it was obvious she was more than willing to participate. As she was standing beside the range I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her, cupping a breast in each hand. When I done that she leaned back into me and lifted her head and it was then I kissed her. I had to lean really low for she was that small. Emma turned so she was facing me and now we were more comfortable as we kissed.

This woman knew how to put her whole being into the kiss for she was holding onto my face with her soft hands and grinding her mouth onto mine, her tongue working overtime. Sucking my lips as she became more eager. Then she removed her mouth and hugged me tight.

“You will never believe me, but you are the first man I’ve kissed since Jamie was born. I like kissing you Greg and your hands aren’t wandering, that must take some will power.”

“Why rush I know I will get there in the end.”

“You’re sure of yourself aren’t you? I may make you wait.”

“I’m not one to be put off too long.”

“What will you do if I make you work for it?”

“I’ll just leave you alone and let you sleep by yourself.”

“You’re cruel; you wouldn’t do that to me would you?”

“I don’t want it on a plate, but I won’t fight for it either.”

“Don’t worry you don’t have to fight for it. I made my mind up when you carried me in your arms,” she said kissing me on the nose.

“You are a real vixen aren’t you?”

“Hot too, believe me.” She said pulling away from me.

Even although I was as hard as I could get, we sat and had a meal and washed up afterwards. I couldn’t stand it any more, so I took her in my arms and lifted her up, she was like a child in my arms, and even her face was childish looking. Maybe it was because she wore her hair long and her auburn wavy hair surrounded her face.

The shower was forgotten as I laid her on my bed and undressed. While I was undressing she had pulled down her thong and removed the bra displaying her medium sized breasts. She had shaved all her pubic hairs and now there was only the slightest darkness showing. She looked more like a very young girl lying with her legs partly open propped on her elbows waiting for me.

I like to approach a woman lying in bed from the bottom of the bed and working my way up and that was what I did with Emma. I kissed her toes first and she giggled and as I worked my way up her legs I was getting ohs and ahs closer together when I reached just above her knees, now she was lying back and not watching me. I opened up her thighs and kissed and run my tongue up her inner thighs, slowly one side and then the other not going any higher than half way. No longer did I need to hold her thighs open, she had opened and raised them herself.

There in front of me was a salacious view of her bare pussy and with large pinkish puffy lips a little bit darker than her surrounding skin. When I kissed the soft baby skin at the top of her thighs with my lips her hand rested on my head. She neither pushed nor pulled just rested it on my head. When I kissed the rubbery vulva lips with mine, it was like giving a thick-lipped person a kiss and she tasted as sweet down here as she did on her mouth lips. I am sure her pheromones were filling the air for I had become iron bar hard.

I then run a finger up the crack and realised what she said earlier was true, she was leaking lubricant so much it was like a trickle running down past her anus. Slowly I moved up between her legs and as I did she was raising her thighs, allowing me to lie between them. Now when I reached her breasts the nipples were standing out like twin towers of hard dark pink pencils. When I reached her mouth she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back, moving to my cheek and neck.

“Greg, no one has done that to me before, I’ve read about it in books and always wondered what it would be like if a man did that to me. It was beautiful Greg,” she hugged me while I was positioning my crown at her vaginal entrance. I could feel the heat and then it started to engulf my shaft as I slid effortlessly into her warm pussy.

The expression like slipping into a warm velvet glove was the way to explain it. Slow and easy we coupled until I was buried fully and our groins touched. By this time her legs was high and I had slipped my hands under her buttocks and lifted them up. I had to admit she felt as good as the elderly women I had shafted and at this stage was only letting her get used to my cock.

Starting a slow movement of my hips I slid in and out of her lovely grasping pussy. Emma was now rolling and thrusting her hips as with my size of cock must have filled her body to capacity. It didn’t seem to cause her any discomfort for she was smiling up at me as I slid in and out of her well-lubricated pussy. It was doing me good to shaft a younger woman than I usually do, but still the same I preferred my chosen age group. I had no idea if she was still menstruating, for when I reached my climax I blasted my load into her. I couldn’t do anything else anyway for Emma had her body locked onto mine, with her legs firmly round my waist and her heels digging into my buttocks.

One hour later it was Emma who was sitting over me thrashing her body down onto my hips as my cock made an attempt to come out of her throat, I felt that deep within her. What a woman, she smiled all the time she had cock inside of her, no wonder she didn’t know Jamie’s father. She said she hadn’t been with a man since Jamie was born, I suppose I have woken up the beast in her again.

After breakfast with her clothes all dry and ironed, I drove her home. The house was still with no movement from the inside. I followed Emma in and I waited in their sitting room while she went to the back. Then I heard her shout, what she shouted I couldn’t catch, but I thought she had fallen or something so I run towards the shout came from.

There in bed, still between the elderly woman’s legs was Jamie. I assume that the woman was his grandmother and that he had found out what I said was true. They didn’t seem to mind having been caught in such a compromising situation either. I took Emma by the elbow and pulled her from the room.

“What is wrong with what you saw; nothing, he was only giving I assume that was his grandmother what she wanted. At least he is keeping it in the family.”

“But my mother and my son!”

“Why, kicking yourself that you hadn’t got there first?”

“Of course not,” she said but not very convincing. “Come I’ll make you a coffee. Thank you for last night Greg, I really mean it.” She then went on tiptoe and kissed me on the cheek.

We were sitting at the dining room table when Jamie and his grandmother came into the room; she was only wearing a long nightdress and had a smile on her face. She was small like Emma and obviously liked a big cock as well. Nothing was said about what happened in the room, as they sat down and joined us. Emma and her mother glowered at each other though.

“This is the vicar who has taken Jamie under his wing mum,” Emma said to her mother.

“I’m Janet, Jamie has told me all about you, I am glad you spoke to him, we get on real good together now, as you no doubt saw,” she said laughing.

“How could you and Jamie carry on like that, in front of the vicar too.”

“If I know the vicar and you as you used to be I bet you were up to the same. Jamie understands how I felt and I must say I feel a lot better now. He’s a good lad is our Jamie, better get him to do the same for you lass,” Janet goaded Emma.

I left then and Jamie followed me to my car.

“Jamie better come and collect your mothers bike it’s up at my house. I saw you had taken my advice about your grandmother, what is this I hear about you and Joyce?”

“On the Monday after you spoke with me I was sent to the Head gamekeeper’s house to clean the guns and Joyce came into the gunroom. I done as you said about touching her on the back and she kissed me, then five minutes later I was shagging her on the gunroom table. Twice since then I’ve been in her bed, pumping her full of my sperm, I never thought it would be so easy and they all love it especially Gran. We were at it all night last night. Did you fuck my mum?”

“Yes I did, so you had better take care of her also.”

“I certainly will, I hope she is as good as Gran was,” he said in his simplistic voice.

“Oh by the way speak to Jessie in the Post Office I told her that you would be looking after her from now.”

“Who haven’t you shagged in the village?”

“Not enough Jamie and I’m now disappointed that I’m having to leave, but you now have a clear field. Remember; don’t get too attached to any of them, stay single. Now I must go I have some packing to arrange.

That afternoon Mark phoned me. “Frank, I have accommodation for you next to Director Clarkson’s unit. When you come up I will take you to the other Home the group has. See you in ten days time.” Then he hung up, short but sweet, no chance even to ask what he was paying me, or anything. Who cared anyway look what was going to be available to me, without worrying about making the job pay.

I had only one Sunday to go before I left. In Saturday’s mail I had received the official letter of closure and having made photocopies of them had them posted on all doors and noticeboards. I had the usual members attend but at the evening service a very old woman attended, driving an old Riley car. I never usually gave communion at the evening service but this old woman asked for it and I did so. Instead of going home straight after I invited her in for a cup of tea. Only after I couldn’t get her car to start, it kept flooding the old SU carburettors and I knew as much about cars as I do about rocket trajectory.

The lady’s name was Lady Violet Fitzimmons and she was seventy seven years old. At first I thought she was in her late sixties but no older, for she walked upright and her skin looked fresh without wrinkles. Even her mode of dress was that of a much younger woman, down to the wearing of three-inch high-heeled shoes with a motif on the ankle of her stockings. Granted her hair was mousy grey but that was covered by a hat and was cut short, unusual for an elderly woman. She also wore gold rings on every finger, a couple of them with large shinny stones on them.

As we sat chatting before I was once again going to start her car I mentioned I was going to be vicar of the Retirement Homes.

“How wonderful, I am moving there in two weeks time. My best friend is a Guest there and it was on her advice that I am moving in. Also Director Clarkson is a personal friend as well as the Marquis of Towerton.”

“Yes it was Mark that talked the church in sending me there.” I countered.

“So you will be administering to my spiritual needs then, while the Home looks after my animal comforts,” she said slipping into the upper class manner of speaking.

“What about your physical needs or don’t you have a need for those,” I slipped in to see what she would say.

“Long gone Vicar, long gone,” she replied.

“Is that through your own feelings or through others?”

“Getting a bit personal, but I can assure you not because any failing on my part, just lack of opportunity or willing partners.”

“Maybe you are looking in the wrong place or at the wrong people,” I pushed.

“I’ve never had a discussion like this for years. How is your physical needs taken care of, may I ask since you are probing mine.”

“By ladies of your age group, I like my women a bit older than my peers.”

“Going as vicar to the Retirement Homes will be pleasing you then,” she said with a smile on her face.

“I’m only too willing to help a woman in need.”

“What if I said I’m in need and knowing my age, what would you say to me?”

“I have a comfortable bed upstairs, care to stay the night!”

“Fascinating, really fascinating.”

“I’ll go and see if I can get your car started,” I said getting to my feet.

She placed her hand on my forearm, “Forget it I’ll get the AA man to call tomorrow, I might as well stop the night, that bed of yours sounds inviting.”

“I’m glad to be of service, I hope our friendship continues when you come to the Home.”

“Let’s not jump the gun; I’ll let you know tomorrow morning.”

“Care to retire and test my bed?”

“One condition though, I want the lights out.”

“I have no objections there, shall we go?”

Taking my arm we moved up to the first floor. The same stairs that only last night I carried Emma up. I was also glad that I had washed and changed the sheets as they had been stained by our lovemaking. I switched the lights off behind us as we made our way to the bedroom. I switched the lights on when we entered.

“I asked for no lights Greg, remember.”

“I only switched them on so you could see where everything is. Now you know I will turn them off.” I walked to the switch by the bed and done as she requested.

Within a minute I was undressed and in bed, waiting on Violet. I have seen some slow undressers but Violet was the slowest yet. I could see her outline by the faint light entering through the thin curtains, but it was overcast with rain falling softly. I could sense when she started to take off her bra for the white of the bra and panties caught the light and I saw them slowly drop. A few seconds later she came into the bed, sliding up against me.

“I can’t remember the last time I came to bed with a man, my husband died twenty years ago.”

Wow I thought she had been widowed nearly as long as I have been alive. I pulled her close and could feel her tremble as I done so. I slid my hand down to her bottom which was surprisingly full and soft then pressed her up against my hard cock, letting her know I was ready any time she was. I could feel her tense so I kissed her and she returned my kiss, but there was no open mouth kiss just lip to lip. Slowly the tenseness receded and I knew that this was going to be a slow seduction.

I was glad she had come into the left side of the bed, for I was right handed. I slid the hand that was on her buttock and brought it forward and slid it between us. As I slid it between her legs, she took a deep breath and closed her legs tighter, but slowly relaxed and even lifted her leg so I could caress her pussy. As I slid my hand down the tender inner surface of her vulva I found she was as wet as Emma was, maybe even wetter.

“Please don’t put your weight on me Greg, please,” she said in my ear as she held me tight.

“Then the best way would either you on top or on your hands and knees, which way do you want?”

“Let me kneel, well this time anyway,” she said no longer nervous.

“So you are already looking ahead.”

She didn’t answer and just knelt as I got behind her. Now that my eyes were becoming accustomed to the light I could see her clearly and in front of me was the best view of a woman. Violet’s wide hips made her bottom look large and protruding was the little mound below, which was my destination.

“Using two fingers I opened up her vulval lips and rubbed my cocks head up and down her crack, lubricating it with her spent juices, then gently inserting the head. Before I could even get the head in she turned her head towards me. “Please I think you are too big for me,” I only stopped for a split second before I held her hips and pulled her onto me slowly.

I had to agree it seemed that it may be an impossible task, but slowly I was sinking in to that unused cunt hole. There was no longer any objection from Violet as she now rested her head on the pillow as I sank all the way in, squashing her bottom flat as my pubic hairs pressed against her bottom. As usual I stopped letting her get used to over ten inches of cock with a circumference of nearly nine inches buried in her body.

There was no different feeling between her and Emma, both felt like a warm velvet glove encasing my cock. Violet now was gently moving her hips, getting herself accustomed to the intrusion of so large a cock. I suppose she had never been fucked by so large a cock in her long life before.

“Frank, I never thought I would be able to get you in my vagina, but now it feels so lovely, making me feel so full and like a real woman once again.”

“So you feel a lot better now Violet, will there be another time then?”

“There better be, this is too nice to only be once only.”

It was then I slowly moved out and sank back in again, making her cry out in pleasure, I hope. This was the slowest fuck I had ever had and I was enjoying the lovely feeling of her grasping pussy on my shaft. All this time Violet had just been rolling her hips now she was more comfortable she moved her body back and forth in unison with me.

I stopped to see what she would do. Watching in the dim light my shaft appearing and then disappearing back into the middle of the wide expanse of her bottom.

“Don’t stop now, for God’s sake, also a bit harder Greg, please,” she said into the pillow.

When I commenced she thrust herself back hard driving me even deeper than I had been, the head of my cock striking her cervix. Now we were no longer slow and gentle but two thrashing bodies. I felt the ripples on my cock and the tightening around my penis and the gasping breath, but now I was more intent on relieving myself and with a final thrust I flooded her with my sperm.

Leaning forward I reached under her grasping a handful of breast, which was really more than a handful, then we fell on our sides with me still buried inside her.

It was minutes before any of us spoke, just content to lie there in the euphoric glow after having reached a climax.

“Thank you Greg, I will be looking forward to going to the Home, where I can see you again. That was so lovely and thank you for being so gentle.”

“Thank you Violet! But why didn’t you want the lights on?”

“I didn’t want you to look on my aging body and put you off.”

“Silly woman, that wouldn’t put me off, next time don’t be so silly even a small bedside light should be sufficient to see each others faces.”

“No I prefer the dark rather than the light.”

We fell asleep and during the night I had slipped out of her pussy and turned on my back. When I woke she had her head on my shoulder with one leg over my body and her arm around my chest, just like we had been doing this forever. As usual I woke with an early morning hard on which was wedged between our bodies and I could feel her soft body against my cock. When I looked down at her face in the morning light she was looking up at me.

“That was the best nights sleep I’ve had for a long time, maybe that was what I needed all along. Do you usually wake up all ready to go again?” she said with a laugh as her hand reached between us and for the first time her hand touched my shaft. “You seem quite big and to thing all this was inside me.”

“Want in there again Violet? All you have to do is sit up and slip it inside of you. Go on ride the cock-horse and start the new day as you finished last night.”

“I couldn’t ----- why not!” she said pushing back the bedclothes and slid over and sat up looking down at my cock in her hand.

Sure her breasts were sagging and started to wrinkle, but I expect I’ll see worse. It never turned me off for I knew that there was a lovely willing pussy there just waiting to take my shaft.

Taking my shaft in her hand she introduced it to her vaginal opening and then sat down, in one fluid motion finally sitting on my thighs with our pubic hairs intertwined. “Oh what a lovely feeling to start the day, you were right Greg it is a nice way to start, just as last night ended.

All she done was rock back and forth, but that was sufficient for me to feel my shaft move in and out of her rather tight pussy. She was deliberately rubbing our pubic hairs together massaging her clitoris as she done so. Her head was held back, I couldn’t see her eyes but I bet they were closed as she mewed and gasped and then a small yell as she moved faster bringing me to a climax as well.

She sat looking down at me smiling, and then she leant forward on to my chest stretching her legs either side of mine. “I’ll always remember this morning, you are a very extraordinary vicar indeed. Spiritual and physical provider in one package, that is so lovely.”

I never thought of it that way, I must use that in future.

An hour later we rose, I let her shower first as I tidied up the bed. I was expecting to see the same stains as the previous morning, but the sheets were only rumpled. It still puzzled me, do women absorb all that sperm that gets pumped into them. I have noticed this in the past that many of them never discharge what you pump into them even after two or three fucks.

As we waited on the AA patrolman to arrive, I looked at the elegant dressed woman sitting opposite sipping her coffee was indeed a lady. She looked so happy, that her eyes showed it and felt it a privilege that she had given herself to me.

After her car was repaired I watched her drive off and I’d no idea where she lived, but I’m sure I would see her later.