A short extract from “Doomsday Salvation” the latest installment of the "Fab Vicars Lemon Drizzle Erotica Memoirs.”
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“Hey you, good morning” she greeted.
I opened my eyes fully and saw her standing in the doorway, her arms outstretched on the frame.
Vicky looked beautiful, her hair, the longest I had ever seen it was a little untidy, her eyes were bright and her smile was warming. Wearing a short t-shirt, it was obvious there was nothing underneath. Her pose making the material rise and pull tight against her body, her nipples shaping the cotton at her chest and her mound of pubic hair showing underneath.
She walked into the room and stood with her arms at her sides.
“Vicar” she announced “Isn’t it about time you fucked me?”
Un-reclining my chair, I sat up, shifted forwards and held out my arms.
Vicky took the last two steps and climbed onto my legs, straddling me.
We began to kiss, our lips touched and out mouths opened. The kiss became deep, wet. Our tongues touching and saliva mixing. I felt myself becoming hard as Vicky reached down.
She pulled the belt of my dressing gown and then pulled it open. Grabbing my cock, she squeezed hard. I put my hand up the back of her t-shirt, she lifted her arms to the sky, and moments later was completely naked, the t-shirt discarded on the floor.
Pulling her hips closer I felt her against my manhood. She shifted her weight, there was a little resistance and then my cock slid deep inside her. We both shuddered and began our slow rhythmic motion. The dance of love. Pelvis to pelvis, breast to breast and mouth to mouth. We fucked slowly, each of us lost in the other. Vicky came for the first time and I felt her gush over me. The warm wetness of her natural juices soaking my crotch, running down my balls and sides of my thighs and legs before seeping its way into my bottom.
I began to slide, put my hands on to the chair arms to hold myself, all the while kissing, smelling, tasting and sharing breath with this woman. Vicky had her arms around my neck and tried to hang on as I continued to slide off the chair.
I put my arms around her hips and stood. Holding her tightly against me, my cock stayed inside her beautiful needing pussy as we became upright, she crossed her ankles behind me and we fucked where we stood.
Both sweating, I felt Vicky building again and I wanted to see her come, I wanted to see that change in her. Her eyes roll into her head, the loss of all control and inhibition that came with her orgasm.
Putting my forearm behind her lower back I swept my desk clean with the other. Pads, books, pen-holder and desk lamp all cashing unceremoniously to the floor. Still inside her I put Vicky on the desk, lifted her legs, putting her feet to my shoulders and then began to plough her as hard and deep as I could. Her small body jerking against my rough thrusting, she grabbed the sides of the desk just to stay on it. She responded to my hardness and her back began to arch as she started to scream. It wasn’t a scream of pain or panic, it was a scream of pleasure, a human animal filled with the joy of love, of life, of being alive. Her back arched and her pussy contracted, trying to push me out so that it could expel its wonderful natural juices and release the pleasure she was feeling. I leaned over and put my weight against her, pulled her as close as I could, determined not to be evicted from her warm, wet and inviting cunt.
Vicky came. I was not sure if it was one massive orgasm or a series of them that rolled again and again, but it was all I could do to hold on and ride out the storm.
I slowed my rhythm, became gentler in my thrusts. Vicky opened her eyes, we looked at each other as I kissed her. The sensations were still there and I felt her flinch and twitch as though electricity was coursing through her body. I held her face with my palm and smiled at her.
“I have missed you” I said simply.
“Me too” she replied.
We kissed, more slowly, more tenderly. I ran my hands through her hair and then I stood again, still never parting from her. I lifted her legs, kissed her feet and placed them against my cheeks and began to fuck her again.
Looking down, watching her breasts in unison with me, the curve of her beautiful bottom where it met her thigh, her face contorting in ecstasy, and watching my cock slide in and out of her was as erotic and beautiful as anything I had ever experienced. I wanted my satisfaction, I needed to release myself but I needed to be more comfortable. I withdrew my cock from inside her, lifted her from the desk and stood her up.
I kissed her then turned her around.
Vicky understood and climbed onto the desk. On her knees, her pussy now a little higher, allowing me to enter her again, much more easily. Her bottom was beautiful, the muscles just visible underneath her perfect buttocks. As my cock slid in and out of her I put my hand against the star shaped opening of her anus and pressed against it. I did not want to enter her bottom but knew how she enjoyed having it touched. It was dry so I put my hand to her pussy and wet my finger with her own juices.
Putting the tip of my finger to her, I sped up my thrusts, Vicky was panting and mewling below me and I’m quite sure I was making noises too. My cock was covered in silk, its head was so sensitive and every time I thrust in and out of Vicky my nerves felt pure joy that filled my whole being.
I began to feel the familiar sensation in my balls and reached the point of no return, my arm began to shake and tap against her hip and the I exploded. My whole body spasmed, I lost complete control and entered that other world where time slows, reactions die and all of your senses are purely physical and ruled by your cock. As I came, Vicky came again, and as quickly as I filled her pussy, she spat it out, our mixed come sliding around my cock, down her inner thighs and onto the desk below.
I collapsed against her, my head close to her ear. I kissed her ear, her neck. One hand in her hair, the other at her hip, my whole-body weight pinning her.
The dressing on my chest and abdomen was peeling and touching her skin and we were both heaped in the mix of our sweat and juices, lost and exhausted in the joy of our humanity and the gift we have for pleasure.
“I have missed that Joseph” Vicky said tiredly.
“Me too” was all I had the energy to reply.
I stood, took Vicky from the desk, put my dressing gown on the wet, slippery chair and sat with her in my arms, cuddling.
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