Chapter 15.

Wendy began cleaning the church and vestry a few hours each week, one week when she came into church she could hear father Thomas and Fred Low the verger talking in the vestry, she couldn't help over hearing the conversation, they were talking about how they had enjoyed fucking the local butchers wife, laughing at how they had taken turns at shoving there meat up her cunt, Wendy couldn't believe it when she heard Father Thomas mention her name, saying how he'd love to sink his meat into her young twat.

Wendy backed quietly out of the church and went home, she turned over and over what she had heard, when I came in she sat me down and told me all, I said surely she must be mistaken father Thomas was a man of God, she insisted that she clearly heard them discussing fucking the butchers wife, no! no! no! you must have heard it wrong I said, Wendy was adamant and was having second thoughts about cleaning church, I told her we could do with the extra money.

When Wendy didn't go to clean at the church father Thomas came to see what the problem was, knocking on the door and finding father Thomas standing there got Wendy all flustered, she had to invite him in, when father Thomas inquired as to why she hadn't been to clean church Wendy made up a exscuse that she had been unwell, Father Thomas said that he was sorry to hear that and placed a comforting hand on Wendy's knee, Wendy froze at feeling father Thomas hand on her knee, especially when it began to make circular rotations and travel slightly up her thigh.

Father Thomas was now beginning to get excited and his old pecker began to twitch, he hadn't expected to get away with taking such a liberty without Wendy saying something or moving away, instead she sat there like a rabbit caught in a cars headlights, in his aroused state he couldn't help himself and ventured higher up Wendy's bare thigh, Wendy at last came out of her trance and pushed Father Thomas hand away.

Father Thomas apologised profusely, said he didn't know what had come over him but his intentions were one of offering a comforting hand, well if Wendy hadn't brushed his hand away his hand would have been comforting her young cunt, a cunt that was now getting wet at the thought of father Thomas thrusting his holy cock into her.

When I arrived home from work Wendy told me about the visit from father Thomas, I was now convinced that there was something going on in the village that we didn't know about, we talked somemore when we got to bed, the thought of Father Thomas between Wendy's thighs had got me aroused, we had moved to the village six months ago with the intention of making a fresh start, apart from her Gran visiting regularly with Peter she'd not had sex with anyone else.

During her Grans visits Wendy had allowed Peter the pleasure of fucking her on the marital bed, her Grans debt was nearly paid off now, what puzzled Fred Low the church verger who lived next door to Wendy's cottage was why the bedroom curtains had been drawn, in his book bedroom curtains were only draw during the day when a wife was up to no good, what he couldn't understand was what was the old lady doing if sex was taking place.

He thought it was just his warped dirty mind playing tricks on him, nevertheless he was determined to get to the bottom of it. more to follow...