The Church Fete Ch 05

Warning: This story contains depictions of taboo subjects, extreme sexual acts and difficult sexual adult situations that some people may find offensive. If you are offended by such things, please do not read. This is a story of fiction and is meant for adult (+18) sexual entertainment and enjoyment only. I do not condone, encourage nor approve of such sexual acts. The scenes depicted in this story are entirely fantasy, all characters are +18 and do not relate to any people or events in real life.

Writer's note: It may be of benefit if you please read Chapters 1, 2, 3 & 4 of "Church Fete" before reading this chapter.

Chapter 5

Mike grinned at Robert and waited. When Robert eventually looked up and noticed Mike glaring at him, he realised that he was meant to instruct Susan. A part of him tried to rationalise how a man like Mike could gain pleasure from hearing a man instruct his wife to do such disgusting acts. The major part of him hoped he would never find out, but a tiny little corner of his mind wondered how it felt.

"Susan. Susan ... I ..." stumbled Robert looking over at his wife. To his complete disbelief Susan had still not broken away from kissing Julie.

Robert bristled with annoyance. "SUSAN." He exclaimed loudly.

This time Susan and Julie did stop their kissing and as Robert watched on, he saw Julie begin to lap at Susan's tits. Cum was now sliding down the side of Susan's face too and she made no effort to wipe it off, he observed. As Julie continued to lick her tits and used her tongue to scoop up the cum on her face, Susan closed her eyes with pleasure.

She hoped Robert would not see it for what it was, but Susan was in absolutely ecstasy and pleasure as Julie's mouth delighted her body. Finally after a minute or so of licking, Julie stood up and walked toward Robert -- her gait deliberate and wanton. When she reached the vicar, she knelt down and then -- right in front of his face she opened her mouth to show the mouthful of cum that now rolled around her tongue. Then in a lavish display of decadence and desire, Julie swallowed hard and then beamed a huge smile of contentment toward Robert, opening her mouth wide to show that the cum had gone.

He knew he shouldn't be thinking this way, but Robert wondered if all women liked to swallow cum. He wondered further whether Susan would like it. A shiver ran through him at the thought and he tried to push it aside.

"Susan. We have to ... I ... ummm ... I'm sorry. Please, let Mike ... lick ... oh god. This is so terrible." Thought Robert as the reality of his words now hit home.

"Susan please ..." his voice broke once more but from somewhere he found the strength. "Please let Mike lick your cunt." He intoned.

Julie giggled, then coughed and once she had Robert's attention she pointed down to her own pussy. Robert quickly understood what else he needed to say.

"I'm ... oh dear lord, what am I saying. I'm ... I'm going to lick Julie's cunt." He added trying to sound as feeble and reticent as he could.

Susan bubbled with excitement and anticipation. Her pussy was dripping wet now and she wondered if Mike would make a comment to Robert about it. It mattered not, she told herself. The end game was almost upon them, and Susan knew that once Mike offered Robert the money so he (Mike) could fuck her -- then there would be no turning back for Robert.

Trying to seem as reluctant as she could, Susan stood up and with a surreptitious nod to Julie she gestured toward the bedroom. Julie smiled broadly, understanding Susan's thoughts.

"Come on Robert." Said Julie seductively. "If you're gonna lick my pussy then we should at least get comfortable."

With that she stood up and grabbing his arm led him toward the bedroom. But what Robert said next made everyone burst out laughing.

"Your pussy? I ... I thought I was licking your cunt?" he asked sounding confused.

Even Susan howled and Julie turned to smile at Robert. "Oh. dear innocent Robert. Pussy and Cunt -- they are the same. Unless you were hoping to lick my arsehole?" asked Julie, a touch of wickedness running through her.

Robert shivered and was revolted by the very suggestion. "Oh. dear God. Do ... do people actually do that?" he asked incredulously.

Julie didn't reply, she was too far set on having her rapidly wetting pussy licked and sucked. As they arrived in the bedroom, Julie quickly flopped on the bed and spread her legs wide.

"All you can eat." She giggled.

Unfortunately, the joke was lost on Robert who, for a moment stood there feeling somewhat ineffectual and lost. Licking a woman's private parts was something he had only done with Susan, and only the once he remembered. It had not been a great experience for either of them, although it had never occurred to Robert that it was his technique that was at fault, not the reluctance of his wife.

Robert hesitantly got on the bed before dropping his face between Julie's legs. Immediately he was hit by the pungent aroma and for a moment he struggled to understand where it emanated from. It was strong and musky, and sweet smelling conceded Robert with a wan smile. It certainly wasn't the worst smell he'd encountered. Still unsure of quite what he was meant to do, Robert stuck his tongue out and just licked. But he was unprepared for Julie's outburst.

"Jesus you don't need to just dive straight in there Robert. Fucking hell, take a bit of time around the sides." She bemoaned.

Robert hesitated and withdrew "I'm sorry. I've never ... I'm not very experienced in this sort of thing." He added sounding for once, a little regretful.

Julie lifted her head and fixed him with her eyes. "It's OK Robert. You just need to take your time, enjoy it. Lick it like you'd lick an ice cream. Slowly and with purpose." She added in a softer tone.

He nodded and was about to resume his actions when a loud shout came from the front room. It was from Susan and it was unmistakable in its tone. It was a shout of pure unadulterated pleasure.

"Oh. my fucking God Mike, that's so good." She wailed.

Robert could only surmise what Mike was doing to his wife, and how his wife was reacting. His sweet innocent and pure wife was being corrupted -- and it was at his bidding. Robert tried to force the thought out of his head, concentrated on what he was meant to do and try to get this disgusting part over with as quickly as he could.

But as Robert now began to lick, he slowly slid his tongue up onto Julie's inner thigh. Julie moaned lowly, trying her best to give audible clues to Robert about where he needed to go with his tongue. At first his ministrations were awkward, and inept. But following some guidance and instructions from Julie -- Robert soon got the idea.

"Stick your tongue out, Robert then lick with the tip. Then drop your mouth as if you're kissing the skin. Let your lips drift across ... ah yesssss... just like that." Moaned Julie as she realised Robert was quickly getting the hang of it.

"Don't go near my fucking clit just yet." Warned Julie, knowing that she wanted to reserve this treat until her orgasm had built a little further. In truth, it rumbled slowly as Robert's awkwardness and inexperience threatened to derail her entire climax.

Robert paused briefly, as he contemplated what Julie meant. He had never heard the term 'clit' let alone know what or where it was. Instead, he continued to lick around Julie's pussy, noting now how wet she was getting. Again, another pang of regret washed through him, that he realised the stupidity of his earlier belief that a woman only gets 'wet' once the man entered her. That was now plainly and obviously not true, and he blushed at his own ignorance.

The moans coming from the front room were now getting louder and sounded decidedly more excited and joyful. Moans of pleasure, and they were all coming from his innocent wife Susan. He had never heard her utter such noises, not even in their most passionate of moments. There was something earthy and basic about her cries as she called out.

Something inside him stirred as he considered the pleasure that Susan was experiencing. Why was Julie not experiencing the same joy, he thought to himself. Of course, deep down he knew why. He was lacking in the knowledge and experience whereas Mike was probably quite used to such acts.

"OK Use your fingers." Gasped Julie, dropping her own hands to her pussy and demonstrating. First, she spread her cunt lips open and uncovered her juicy cunt hole. She began by drawing her fingers up along her crack slowly, stopping to tease her hole as she did so. Then she gasped and looked over at Robert.

"Like ... thisssss." she heaved as the effort and the stimulation caused her to lose her breath momentarily.

Julie took one digit and after a little but more teasing of her hole she slid it in. Immediately she felt her orgasm lurch forward and she dropped her head back onto the bed.

"Now you." She moaned, removing her fingers and licking them clean of her own juices.

Robert was stunned, but quite why he couldn't fathom. Julie was using her own fingers to penetrate herself. It was a notion that was totally alien to Robert and he really couldn't understand why a woman would want to. A finger was so thin compared to a penis, how could it possibly give pleasure he wondered. He was about to do as he had been shown, when a thought occurred to him and he realised that this was not part of the original offer.

"How ... how much money for me to use my fingers." Asked Robert casually, inwardly cringing at the ease to which he had asked the question.

But Julie was in no mood to bargain. "Oh fuck, don't mess about Robert -- I need you to finger me, please." She moaned lowly.

The request stunned Robert, not least because it had been the first time Julie had used the word 'please'. Perhaps he wasn't as inept with his mouth and fingers as he had thought he concluded to himself. But when Julie realised that Robert was not doing anything, she groaned.

"OK. Fucking hell. 500 then, but you better find my G spot and make me fucking come." She wailed.

Once more Robert recoiled slightly, unsure of quite what Julie's words meant. He had never heard the term G spot, and as for making her come -- the only way that could be achieved was when a penis enters a woman. And he only knew this because during the occasionally intercourse with his wife, Susan had announced that she was 'coming' as he was in the process of thrusting into her. Robert had therefore concluded, that this was the only way a woman would 'come'.

Then suddenly, from the other room came a loud roar and a sound unlike anything Robert had ever heard. It was unmistakably from his wife and it was undeniably a shout of pure ecstasy.

"Ohhh uuughhh ahhhh fucking hell, I'm coming Mike ... yes fuck me I'm coming."

Robert's eyes went wide. What on earth did that even mean. What on earth was he doing to her? Despite his reservations, Robert stood up and made his way toward the front room. On the bed Julie moaned with disappointment, and her hand dropped between her legs as she desperately tried to maintain the momentum of her approaching orgasm.

When Robert entered the front room, the sight that met his eyes was truly shocking to him. Never in his wildest of nightmares would he have considered such a thing possible. His mouth dropped and there was an audible gasp as Robert took in the scene. On the sofa, his once pure, demure and innocent wife was sat with her legs up by the side of her head, her arms locked and holding her legs in place. Her most intimate of parts was on display to the elements and to Robert's complete revulsion and disgust he realised that Mike's finger was now firmly inside Susan.

Robert recoiled, thinking that the sensation would be horribly for his wife, and yet one look at her sweat bathed faced told him it was quite the opposite. Mike was moving his finger in and out, Susan's hole was expanding and contracting as he did so and Susan was moaning constantly. But it was not a moan of pain.

Robert listened and his heart crumpled as he heard his wife begging Mike to shove his finger further into her. Robert watched as his wife's pussy lips expanded when Mike withdrew his finger. It looked obscene, unholy and unnatural.

"Dear God, and all that's holy. Oh sweet Jesus, Mike what ... what are you doing. Stop, please stop. You're hurting her." He yelled in alarm.

But to his surprise, it was Susan that responded first. "Oh God No. Robert. Don't ... don't make him stop. He's ... he's ..." she gasped, sucking in a huge gulp of air. "He's going to give us 500 if I let him do it." She managed.

Susan's breath was coming in short gasps now and it was clear that something else was happening to her. Suddenly she exploded. Her face was bathed in what could only be described as absolute pleasure and joy and she was smiling with delight as Mike continued to saw his finger in and out of her gaping cunt hole.

"Oh fuck. I'm ... I'm gonna cum, Mike. Fuck me with your finger. Ah yesssss... Fuck me." She moaned, little caring now how it sounded to her husband Robert.

In turn, Robert recoiled once more, at his wife's words. He had never heard her use such terms and to his abject horror he realised that his once pure wife was having an orgasm. He had never heard her moan and groan like this, and certainly not when he had made love to her.

Robert was completely bemused, and the thought entered his head that enough was enough. No money was enough to have to tolerate this, he told himself. Losing everything was surely better than having to undergo this depravity and degradation. Nothing was worth enduring this. But just as he thought it, Julie's voice cut through the room.

"Vicar. Over here. You're gonna do the same fucking thing to me, that Mike is doing to your fucking slutty wife. You already ran out on me once, I had to fucking rub my own clit. But this time, you're gonna make me fucking cum with your fingers." She announced in a tone that was not taking No for an answer.

"Ahh ahhh ahhh yesssss... fucking do it Robert. It's fucking amazing, do it to her. I ... I want to see you finger her." Moaned Susan loudly, once more -- her own orgasm rocking through her as Mike continued to finger her, his other hand rubbing her clit avidly.

Julie sat on the sofa and adopted the same pretzel position that Susan had adopted.

"Start with a couple of fingers." Offered Julie as a sign that she was desperate for Robert to insert his fingers into her wet and wanton cunt hole.

Robert's head was all over the place, as he struggled to take in what he was seeing. His own beautiful wife sat, legs hitched to her chest while another man pushed his fingers into her most intimate of parts.

Robert stared at his wife, then at Mike and finally back toward Julie who was now idly rubbing her clit as she waited for Robert. Almost absentmindedly, Robert stumbled toward Julie and knelt between her legs. Once more he smelled the strong pungent smell of Julie's pussy and he drank it in like a sweet wine.

Robert spread Julie's cunt lips and saw her gaping hole as it puckered gently in anticipation. Then offering it 2 of his fingers he watched as, with a little pressure they slid in and Julie hitched her hips up to slide as much of his digits into her as she could.

"Oh. fuck that's good." Moaned Julie in pleasure.

Robert glanced over at Mike, seeing how it should be done. Mike was alternating between quick, fast thrusts and then slow deeper thrusts, where he would rotate his hand. Robert copied the motion and soon got another moan from Julie to inform him he was on the right course of action. Robert felt the slickness of Julie's pussy as it continued to leak cunt juice. Absently, Robert wondered how it would taste and considered tasting it, but quickly admonished himself for such a dirty and disgusting thought.

He was being forced to do this, he reprimanded himself. He wasn't meant to enjoy it or even condone it. He was doing it purely for the money and that was all. But the moans of his wife cut through him like a knife, and reluctantly he conceded that Susan was enjoying it.

Finally, Mike called out. "OK Vicar, here's the offer. We'll give you the rest of the money you need if you let me fuck your wife." He leered.

Beneath Mike, Susan simpered lowly, her face bathed in a cloud of lust and utter desire. Robert was staggered. In the back of his mind, he had known that this might be a possibility, but he had hoped against hope that it would never come to it. But here he was, faced with the ultimate decision. If he said yes, his money troubles were over. If he said No, he would be saving his wife from such a terrible and degrading act.

It would be the ultimate betrayal of God's vows he told himself. The one thing that had been clear, that a man and woman should remain faithful. And now he was being asked to offer his wife to the whims of another man. He was being forced to watch and instruct his dear sweet wife to betray her vows and let another man fornicate with her.

"You ... you want to ... to fuck her?" asked Robert hesitantly, hoping against hope that he had misheard.

Susan squeezed her eyes shut in absolute heavenly delight and pleasure as she contemplated hearing her husband tell her to let Mike fuck her. But she also knew she needed to keep up the reticence for just a little bit longer.

"Oh. sweet Jesus No, Robert you ... you can't agree to THAT surely? Robert please ..." pleaded Susan, as earnestly as she could make it sound.

In truth her mind was doing cartwheels and she delighted in seeing the angst and concern on Robert's face. She loved her husband dearly, but she also felt the resentment of all his rejections. All the times she had tried to stir up their love life -- tried to make things more exciting in the bedroom, only be to told it was wicked and disgusting and that he (Robert) would not indulge in such depravity. But it was all so different now she told herself, and Robert was learning a hard lesson.

"Please NOOOOO. Robert. Don't let him fuck me. I don't want him to. Please Robert. His cock is too big, it will rip me apart Robert. Please No. I ... I don't want him to fuck me." She continued to plead, her heart thumping her cunt watering with every salacious word she uttered.

Robert grimaced and swallowed hard, realising that this was easily the hardest decision he'd ever had to make. It was so black and white, and he hated that he knew already what his decision would be. It didn't stop him making one last hopeful plea to Mike.

"Mike, please. Do we really need to do this? Can't you ... I mean we've done all you asked. Can't you donate the money? Loan it to us even, anything. Please? Not my wife? Don't make me choose Mike, please I'm begging you."

On the sofa, Julie lay spreadeagled strumming her clit absently as she watched the situation unfold. Susan continued with her best and most practiced reluctant face. Mike, however, was grinning from ear to ear.

"That's the offer Robert. All there, all the money on the table for you -- if you just give me permission to fuck your wife." Replied Mike, before adding a little twist.

"I don't even need her permission, Robert, I just need you to tell me I can fuck her." He cajoled.

Robert's face turned ashen once more at what he was being asked. His money troubles would be over, he told himself. It was a real hardship and it would take such a toll on his wife but wasn't that better than the alternative, he considered.

"Susan. Darling, listen to me. I don't say this lightly, but if ... if you can find a way to let him ... to let Mike ... ummm ... let him fuck you. Then it will be all over darling. I know it will be traumatic and so disgusting and degrading, but it would be over Susan. We would have the money and we could leave. If you could just let him ..." his voice faltering as he ended his sentence.