The Vicar and teh Church Mouse

DISCLAIMER: All characters engaged in sexual situations are at least 18 years old.

The church was quiet now that the service was over and everybody had gone to their Sunday noon meals. The vicar looked over the pews and noticed the lone woman seated in the back with her head down as if in prayer. He didn't recognize her and realized that she wasn't one of his regular flock. With his black cassock swishing around his ankles, he approached her but she suddenly looked up and when she noticed him approaching her, she quickly rose and left through the front doors of the church.

"Hey, miss! Can I help you?" he called out. But she was well away from the door by that time and striding down the street at a rapid pace.

He shook his head in bewilderment and turned back towards the altar thinking about how attractive the woman had been.

He remembered that she had small breasts, blue eyes, and a light auburn head of hair. He guessed her to be about his height and age. As to her weight, all he could say was that she was slim and apparently well-toned.

Father Donald made his way into the sacristy and took his cassock off, hanging it on a hanger on the hook behind the door. Finishing hanging the cassock, he carefully locked the church door behind him on his way to the vicarage next door.

He was a bachelor on his first solo posting and was a decent looking guy with dark brown hair, a small moustache, brown eyes, and a set of abs which would make a body builder envious. To say that he had caught the eye of several of the younger members of the congregation would be an understatement. Of course, what these young ladies didn't know was that Father Donald was well-hung between his legs. To say that some of these girls were tempting him was also an understatement and he had many a wet dream about them, sometimes solo and sometimes in twosomes and threesomes. Still, he didn't act on his impulses, more afraid of what the bishop would say than he should have been.

Still the unknown woman kept coming back to him as he walked across the grass and let himself into the vicarage. He was intrigued by her and her looks had him instantly hard and that hardness hadn't lessened since she had left the church.

He decided to put her out of his mind for the time being. Taking out two slices of bread, he fixed himself a bacon and egg sandwich with a slice of cheese and a daub of mustard to flavor it.

Even after trying to put the woman out of his mind, Father Donald's cock was still as hard as steel and was getting painfully cramped within his trousers and underwear. He did what came naturally to most men and released his cock from its prison. Then he gave it a few tentative strokes before getting into a rhythm that quickly emptied his balls into a paper dinner napkin. It didn't help at all. He was still horny and couldn't understand why. He had many pretty young women in his parish and none of them seemed to have affected him as this stranger had. There was just something about her that intrigued him.

Two Sundays later, Father Donald noticed the same woman sitting in the back pew long after the service had ended. This time, when he approached her, she did not run from the church. He noticed that she was cleanly dressed and, once again, his cock sprang to a semi-rigid state on its way to full erection.

"Hello. I'm Father Donald. I couldn't help but notice you sitting back here all by yourself. What's your name, may I ask?"

"Helen Dunn, Father."

"Well, Miss Dunn, why are you sitting here all by yourself? The service ended a half an hour ago."

"I've no place to go."

"No place? Surely, you have a home to go to."

"No. I don't have a home. I've been staying with my brother and his wife for the past three weeks and they are getting tired of having me around their house. In fact, this morning they told me to get out."

"I see." Actually, he didn't see at all. "I saw you here two weeks ago. Why did you run?"

"I was scared. I'm scared now, to be truthful."

"Why are you scared?"

"I don't have a home of my own anymore. My husband died two months ago without a will and the family swooped in to claim everything they could get from his death including the house. They left me with nothing except a quickly dwindling bank account and a brother who doesn't want me in his house any longer. What's to become of me, Father?"

"Why doesn't your brother want you in his house?"

"My husband, Billy, died under suspicious circumstances and I'm being investigated for his death--the police seem to think I killed him."

"Did you?"

"No! I wasn't even home when he was killed, but he died in the middle of having sex or at least that is what the police claim. So, they think I stabbed him in the heart while we were, you know, having sex and then ran away. I don't even know who the woman could be, but it wasn't me!" Tears were now running down her face and Father Donald handed her his handkerchief, accidently brushing his hand across her breast in the process.

"Oh, excuse me Mrs. Dunn. I didn't mean to do that."

"I know, Father. It's OK. "

He looked and noticed that her nipples were now jutting out through her bra and his mouth began to water thinking of sucking on her beautiful big nubbins. Get hold of yourself man! She's a grieving widow for God's sake. He looked away and tried to compose himself, but his cock was harder than it had been in quite a while. His mind was forgetting he was a priest and wasn't supposed to think along the lines of how much he wanted to sink his hardened cock deep into her pussy--her hot and moist cunt.

"Listen, Helen, I can solve your problem of where to stay tonight and maybe tomorrow night, but we have to find you someplace to live starting tomorrow."

"Where?"

"The vicarage has a spare bedroom you can stay in for at most two nights."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Yes, but only for two nights."

"I'll do anything for two nights in a warm bed." Helen sidled up closer to Father Donald and her hand was getting dangerously close to the lump in his trousers.

Father Donald was thinking: Anything? Did she say anything? His cock took a jump in his pants as he thought of all the possibilities especially as she got closer to him and his suppressed, until now, manhood.

Then, Helen's hand contacted his cock which twitched violently and threatened to spurt before it had even gotten out of his trousers.

"Not here in the church. Let me lock this place up and we'll go over to the vicarage where we can have some privacy."

"I can't wait much longer. I haven't been fucked in a couple of months. Billy and I usually fucked at least twice a day and it has been a long dry spell for me. I need to be fucked!"

"And, I can't wait to do the fucking. My cock is so hard that it hurts." The doors to the church were finally locked and Father Donald led the way over to the vicarage.

As the doors to the vicarage closed behind them, Helen was quickly removing her clothes and tossing them on the floor of the living room. She soon stood in front of the sofa without a stich of clothing covering her. Father Donald was soon standing in front of her with his cock pointing straight at her dripping pussy. Her arousal was evident in the dew covering her pussy hair and the hard nipples poking out from her magnificent, smallish tits. His arousal showed with the pre-cum dripping from the end of his cock.

"My God, Donald, your cock is magnificent!" Helen reached out and grasped his cock finding that her hands had a hard time reaching around the girth of the hardened piece of man-meat.

"May I suck on your beautiful tits?" Without waiting for an answer Father Donald bent over and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, washing it with his tongue.

Suddenly, he lost the nipple as Helen dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. He groaned in unison with Helen as she sucked his cock like a vacuum cleaner. Helen's head started bobbing up and down the length of his cock leaving almost two inches showing at the base.

As thrilled as he was with Helen's cock sucking, he lifted her up and wrapped her in his arms, leading her into his bedroom where they fell in a heap on his bed. He quickly flipped her onto her back and in one almost savage thrust he speared her pussy with his rigid cock. She gasped with pleasure as he bottomed out in her drenched cunt and started thrusting in and out with a purpose--to shoot his sperm laden cum deep inside her receptive womb.

"More! Give me more of your wonderful cock! Fuck me and make me cum."

"I'll fuck you and we'll both cum. "

He watched as his fleshy spear pushed in and out of her hot soaking pussy. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Fuck! How did a man of the cloth learn how to fuck so well?"

"I'm a man first. I learned to fuck just after I turned eighteen."

With that being said, he upped his strokes to the point where he could feel his cockhead poking at her cervix. What she could not swallow earlier was making her squirm in delight as his cock's tip poked at her cervix.

"Who taught you?"

"Taught me what?"

"How to fuck as well as you do?"

"I've never told anybody this, but my mother took my virginity."

"You fucked your own mother?"

"Yes. She and my sister taught me everything that I know about fucking."

"They both did a great job" Helen said as she grunted in time with his thrusts. "Now, you motherfucker, give me your cum deep inside me."

So, the vicar did. He shot two or three strong ropes of semen deep inside her as she clamped her cunt solidly around his cock and went into her own orgasm.

After they had disentangled themselves, Father Donald offered Helen a cigarette--his third vice after sex and alcohol. She accepted and they lay beside each other calming their bodies down from the orgasmic high they had both been on only moments before.

"I thought priests took a vow of celibacy."

"We do, but I'm addicted to sex and can't help myself when I meet a woman who wants to fuck me. But, I am a one woman at a time man. As long as you want to fuck me and we can find a way for you to live here with me, I won't be fucking anybody else."

"After that magnificent fuck, I'd do almost anything to stay with you."

"How would you like to be my live-in housekeeper and help in the church office?"

"What's the pay?"

"As much fucking as we both can stand and whatever the diocese will allow for a wage."

"I'm almost sold on the idea. Where would I stay?"

"Officially, in the spare bedroom. Unofficially, in my bed."

" I have to warn you that I am a borderline nymphomaniac."

"And, I have to tell you that my cock seldom goes down and is ready to fuck almost all the time. Ready for round two?"

Helen looked down at Father Donald's cock and was surprised to see it at almost full staff. "You weren't lying, were you?"

"I never lie about sex. Oh, there is one exception to my being a one-woman man and that is when my mother or sister come to visit."

"I suppose I could live with that. How often do they come to visit? What are their names?"

"My mom's name is Alma and my twin sister's name is Selma. After Mom took my virginity, I took Selma's virginity on the same day with my mother helping and guiding me. Even while I was I seminary, we would often find ways to fuck each other. One or the other usually comes to visit me a couple of times a month. Every now and again, when they are really horny, they both come at the same time. Those times can be awfully exciting."

"I bet they are. I guess I'll just have to make myself scarce when they come to visit."

"Not at all. By the time they come to visit, they will know that I'm sinking my cock in your pussy, Helen, and that I am spraying your insides with my cum. They may want to watch us or even join in the action."

"In that case, I'll take your job offer."

"Your first partial payment is on its way." With that the vicar once again penetrated the sexpot laying beside him in the bed. Once again he watched as his cock entered the heavenly place between the curls at the junction of her legs until, in a surprise move, Helen rolled him over. Without his cock leaving her pussy, Helen started to ride him at a wild, reckless pace seeking to draw more sperm from his balls.

"Play with my tits! Pinch them, sucked them, and caress them--they're yours to do with as you want." Father Donald did pinch, suck and caress her, in his mind, perfect tits for the rest of the time they fucked that afternoon.

For the vicar whose only recent fucking had been sporadically from his mother and his sister, that Sunday afternoon was paradise. If I roast in eternal damnation for breaking my vow of celibacy, it'll be totally worth it, he thought.

That Wednesday, Alma called the church office. Helen answered the phone and was pleasantly surprised at how nice Father Donald's mother was over the phone. They chatted for a while before Alma announced that she was visiting the next day. Since Helen knew that Thursday was generally a slow day in the parish, she assured Alma that she would let Donald know and that he would be ready for the visit.

I wonder what Alma and Donald are planning to do tomorrow? She asked herself. Oh, well, time will tell.

About nine the next morning Alma arrived at the vicarage where Helen was busy finishing the breakfast dishes.

"Hello?"

"You must be Helen. I'm Alma."

"Alma, it's great to finally meet you. Your son has told me all about you."

"Oh really? I hope he left out all the juicy parts."

"He didn't, but I can tell why he loves you so much--you're beautiful!"

"Well, thank you, Helen. I don't feel beautiful sometimes, but it's always nice to hear. Is Donald around?"

"He's over at the church making sure that everything is ship-shape and Bristol fashion."

"Sounds, like my Donald."

They chatted for no more than ten minutes longer before the door opened and Donald stepped in.

"Mom! I'm glad you could make it. How long have you been here? "

"Oh, about fifteen minutes or so."

"You've met Helen, of course."

"Yes, I have. She's a lovely young lady. You've done well. We've been discussing your favorite fucking positions and what you will or will not do in bed."

"Mom!"

"What? You've been fucking her and telling her that you are also fucking your mother and your sister. Don't you think she knows how damned you are in the eyes of God?"

"Yes, but...."

"Yes, but nothing, young man. Get those clothes off and let us gaze on the great big cock of yours. Now! And, don't forget your shoes and socks!" Alma and Helen stripped at the same time in front of Father Donald.

"Yes, ma'am." Father Donald, as he gazed at two sets of tits and two pussies, quickly took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt, lowering his trousers and boxer briefs at the same time. He kicked his shoes off to get his trousers off. By this time, his cock was more than half hard and had started dripping pre-cum.

"The socks, too." Donald hurriedly removed his socks and stood in front of his mother and his lover as naked as the day he was born.

"Now, Donald, get over here and let us taste what your cock has to offer."

As soon as he was within her reach, Alma drew his cock deep into her mouth and swallowed it down to the root until his pubic hair covered her the rea beneath her nose like some obscene moustache.

"Now, feed it to Helen." Helen dropped her head down to where she could suck Donald's cock deep into her mouth. She surprised herself when she, too, felt his pubic hair tickle her nose--something she had not been able to do since she had met him.

"Now, Donald, I want to watch you while you fuck Helen, and you had better do a good job of it."

Helen lifted herself up from her knees and pressed her lips--the lips that had just been wrapped around his cock--against his lips, letting him taste his pre-cum. The kiss became passionate and Helen squirmed against Donald's body trying in vain to capture his cock between her lower lips. She soon realized that she was too short to sink his cock into her without help and pushed Donald down on the bed. Alma watched as her son's cock was swallowed by his lovers hungry pussy.

"Alma, I forgot to tell you that I am almost a nymphomaniac."

"I'd never have guessed, Helen. Fuck my son until he fills your cunt with his cum. Forget he's a priest. Just fuck him senseless."

"OK."

"Are you on the pill, Helen?"

"No. I suppose that I could possibly get pregnant, but the doctors have told me that I probably will never have any children."

"Why not?"

"I was sick when I was a young girl and it caused scarring to my womb and tubes."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I love to fuck a lot and I don't have to worry about having children. It's the best of both worlds."

By this time, Donald's hips were a blur trying to keep up with Helen's assault on his manhood. The tinkling sensation had already started to make its presence known to his cock and his thrusts were getting more and more erratic the longer he and Helen fucked. Suddenly, the dam broke and a huge gush of cum sprayed the insides of Helen's hot pussy. The feeling of Donald's cum set Helen off and her scream of joy could be heard resounding throughout the vicarage.

"Helen, I have to tell you something."

"What?"

"I want to marry you." Alma actually smiled as she heard those words--her dream for her son was finally coming true. So, what if Helen couldn't have babies? That wasn't the end of the world.

"You can't, you're a priest."

"I'll give it all up. It's what my mother and sister have always wanted me to do anyway."

"I'd still fuck you whether you are a priest or not. I've finally found somebody that can keep up with my needs. My pussy has never felt any better than it does right now."

Six months later, the church mouse living in the vicarage was no more. The police had caught Billy's killer and Father Donald was no more, becoming simply Donald. Alma and her daughter moved in with Donald and Helen. While Helen couldn't have children, Selma could and Donald was to be the father of twins in a few more months. They all agreed that it took an extended family to raise children.