A Very Dirty, Naughty, Vicar’s Wife.

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A Very Dirty, Naughty, Vicar’s Wife.When a woman lusts, sex has no bounds, no constraints, and only one aim, to gratify her lusting.Chyrl as a girl, was every man’s ideal fuck, she knew it, they knew it, and we her friends knew it. What we all never knew, was the effect this desirability was having on her, as I personally saw her wipe men’s semen from her school uniform, as she was marked by the seedier types on public transport, and held down in toilets, by the boys, feeling her crotch, as they masturbated onto her, well we all had our fair share of this, but Chyrl more than most.One day we went back to school after Summer recess, and Chyrl was gone, moved to another city and we last touch, until one day, during a flight to Amsterdam, there she was, as beautiful as ever, a TV personality with another name, and a story I want you all to know, with her permission of course.My father was a local Vicar and I was his only daughter, when I was at school with Mariel. Being a Vicars daughter was stressful enough, but being beautiful and in a constant sexual limelight, brought on my early puberty, I found myself with breasts by thirteen, which made my existence unbearable, with my constant teachings around the family table, about chastity, and sex.Puberty and masturbation went hand in hand (pardon the pun), and with myself, the daily rubbing became chronic, and I ended up by being caught, and with fathers insistence, finished with sessions of psychology to get to the root of my masturbation, as if masturbation was a disease.By f******n, the psychologist bahis siteleri canlı had helped himself to my virginity, including my back-door entrance, and he was married in his late 50’s, his two daughters in my school.The scandal should it ever be known, was too much to bear, so we as a family were shipped of to another place, where my presence, was appreciated by the parishioners, especially the ones where I went to clean their houses and do their gardens, all duties carried out in various styles of naughty clothing or just plain nude, as having sex with them, was my only priority, so much so, that by fifteen, my lovers numbered near twenty.Chyrl went to Amsterdam in an incognito fashion, as I was about to find out, when we met up later that evening, for drinks.’What do you think about, ‘Gloryholing’, she asked me after a few gins?’You mean sucking a guys cock through a hole in the wall thing’, I asked, making sure we were on the right track?’Yeah’, she sighed, her eyes glazed as she mentally saw them hanging like prize sausages, waiting to be devoured.I shrugged my shoulders in a nonchalant manner, ‘I like to blow a cock, but I like to get feedback, as well as a mouthful’, I continued, and as I spoke I could see she was on edge, looking nervously around the bar, her nipples visibly growing out of her tight top, for a moment I thought she was on a high with an i*****l substance, but no, Chyrl needed a fuck and it was bubbling forth.WE left and hailed a taxi and jumped-in, ‘Club Paradise’, was all she said, and the driver, canlı casino siteleri a coloured guy reached up and adjusted his rear mirror, obviously focusing on Chyrl’s legs, her dress was way high and her stocking tops exposed, ‘You have a secret admirer’, I whispered, but she knew it, and turned with her legs open so the driver could see her total lack of underwear.’You ladies new in town’, he asked politely? Chyrl was having nothing of the polite talk, the Vicars daughter had a mouth as filthy with words as it was sucking semen fro strangers cocks.’We’re here to fuck and have fun’, she replied unashamedly and without moral conviction. I was shocked, and that was saying something, but what she started doing, as she spoke, caused the driver to veer, and my jaw drop simultaneously, her hand inched up between her open legs and she started to rub herself, the squishy noises emphasizing just how wet she was in her state of arousal.’I want to fuck’, she moaned, her voice thick and deep, her ass over the edge of the back leather seat, even the driver had turned his head and was staring through the glass partition, ‘How much’, I asked him, and he looked at me, ‘€150’, was all he said, to which I replied, ‘Do it’.The cab veered sharply to the right and we turned off the road into a dirt track, where it came to an abrupt halt, not that Chyrl noticed, her long fingers buried between her labia, the sheen of their wetness only emphasizing her need for something bigger and hopefully thicker.The back door opened and the black guy undid his casino oyna pants and they fell down. He was without underwear, something they both had in common, but his cock was as we girls grew up imagining, long and thick, hanging in an arc, black with a bright pink head, like the ass of a baboon, even my own cunt twitched.He stepped out of his pants and into the back of the cab, as Chyrl slid towards him, his thick cock swinging wildly as he hovered over her. Chyrl reached up and slid her hands under his t-shirt and pulled his upper half down onto her mouth, her pink tongue darting between his thick lips.I reached forward between them and grabbed his thick warm cock and crushed it against he wet labia, and Chyrl groaned, her mouth still locked onto his, I could feel her ride up and down on his shaft as I held him in my fist, her wet cunt pushing against him and my knuckles.Suddenly she broke free from his mouth, ‘Put it in’, she gasped and I looked at her, as I reached in with my other hand and eased him inside her, and watched as his black ass sunk deeper and deeper, her voice reaching a crescendo, as his cock bounced off her cervix.The smell of their fucking, the heat and the noise all served to stir something within myself. Chyrl was lost in the fuck, and as far as she was concerned I did not exist.The taxi driver had his hand on my knee, so I did something to encourage him and eased my own dress high and covered his hand, urging him to go higher up my leg, until his fingers were prying my own labia apart, and I got into this weird threesome in the back of the cab, Chyrl’s head on my naked thigh between the top of my stockinged leg and twisted knickers, the driver ploughing my cunt and drawing his wet fingers across my friends mouth before reinserting them again inside me.To Be Continued…………..

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