The Vicars Wife: Part 5

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The following Wednesday passed about the same way as that Monday. And the following Friday is initially not different. After Agnes came in, the neighbors asked her to sit on the three-seater sofa, and Ron let go of King. Which immediately ran to Agnes, and tried to get his snout under her skirt, and when King didn’t succeed, he clutched his front legs around the squeezed thighs of Agnes and started to ride up excitedly against her knees until Reina came in with the coffee. Ron then brought King to the kitchen and they drank nice talking their coffee in peace.

After Reina had cleaned up the coffee cups, Ron and Reina tied the hands of Agnes, after which Ron brought King back from the kitchen. While Agnes with her arms spread and her hands tied is sitting on the three-seat sofa between Ron and Reina, with her legs over the knees, which were held both firmly by them, King licked her cunt until she again had an orgasm. King continued to lick her cunt and Agnes continued to cum until she fainted.

After she came back to her senses, Agnes remained sitting with her legs still spread wide, alone in the middle on the three-seat sofa. Reina served everyone a glass of sherry which they drank while Ron and Reina each sitting in an armchair were looking at the cunt of Agnes, while they talked small talk. Until Reina told Agnes that it is time to go home.

At least, so it went on Wednesday.

*****

The Friday started the same way, but ended slightly different. Instead of talking the usual small talk while they were drinking coffee, Reina began to talk about King.

“You should be grateful to King,” Reina said. “He treats you so deliciously, every time.”

“I think so, too,” agreed Ron. “Especially because he doesn’t get any enjoyment for himself.”

“What do you mean?” Agnes asked.

“What do you think?” Ron said. “Do you think King is licking your cunt because he feels good about it?”

“Why do you think King tries to ride up against your knees?” Reina asked.

Agnes said nothing. She is confused. Actually, she’s never really thought about it.

“King is always ready to lick your cunt” Ron said. “To make you cum. Yet he never gets to cum.”

“No wonder he gets frustrated,” Reina said. “You’d get frustrated too, if you made your husband cum again and again, yet you got nothing yourself”

“Actually, it would be fair if you’d occasionally let King fuck you,” Ron said. “As a reward for the pleasure he gives you.”

The hair on Agnes stood upright. She almost dropped her sherry glass out of her hands and looked at him incredulously, he couldn’t be serious! This is crazy, she thought! This is bizarre! The idea she should let King fuck her is so astonishing Agnes just couldn’t even comprehend it.

“Don’t you like how King brings you a little relief in your sexual needs?” Ron asked. “You should understand how King must feel better than anyone.”

“You’re in a position to do something about it, too,” Reina said. “Something nice in return for everything King has done for you.”

Agnes said nothing. Slowly, the mental image of what these two perverts wanted from her began to penetrate her brain.

“You know, it isn’t such a big deal,” Reina said. “Basically, it’s only fucking. So why you just let don’t have King his way with you, I don’t know?”

This is unbelievable, thought Agnes.

Agnes said, “You’re suggesting I let King fuck me?”

“Yes,” the old couple said simultaneously.

“Why not,” Reina said. “You’ve absolutely no problems when it comes to the pleasure King gives you three times a week. So why should you have problems with returning the favor? Why wouldn’t you be willing to do that?”

Agnes had her doubts. Their arguments sounded so convincing she couldn’t think of anything to counter their argument. Peter hadn’t fucked her for months, and she had to admit she wants a dick in her cunt so bad.

But a dogs cock?

It is, nevertheless, out of order, and besides, it didn’t only feel wrong. It is wrong, depraved, illegal, and clearly against her Christian beliefs.

“Why don’t you at least try it just once,” Ron said. “If it doesn’t work or if it doesn’t feel right, you can just stop at any time.”

“No way,” Agnes said.

“Okay,” Ron said. “Just think about it. We’ll talk about it again later.”

“You can talk about it as much as you want” Agnes said. “But I’d rather die than let myself be fucked by a dog.”

The rest of the coffee hour proceeded in an uncomfortable silence. Agnes drank her coffee, and she muttered a farewell and left.

*****

Agnes couldn’t stop thinking about the proposal of Ron and Reina to let herself be fucked by King. With horror and disbelief she had seriously listened to the suggestion. But once back in the parsonage, she couldn’t close her mind from what Ron and Reina had suggested. She couldn’t forget a single word of it.

Again and again her thoughts wandered to the proposal, Ron and Reina made. But once she began wondering what it would be like to feel a dog’s dick in her cunt, she broke off those depraved thoughts before she had even finished them. Then she thought about spinach, which she found disgusting. The warm, green, slimy stuff, she found terribly tasteless and made her feel sick

She remembered how wet and slimy King’s dick felt when it slid over her closed knees. How thrilling it felt when King had tried to stab his cock in vain between the narrow slit just below her closed knees. Would it feel the same when he stabbed his dog’s dick in her cunt?

“STOP,” she said aloud to herself. “Don’t think about such wickedness!”

She thought again about spinach.

The more these thoughts played through her mind, the more the feeling of horror gradually gave way to a sense of excitement. Whenever she recalled the feeling of King’s cock sliding over her knees, she wondered how it would feel in her cunt. No matter how much she tried to avoid those thoughts, she couldn’t stop her mind going back to it again and again.

So the proposal from Ron and Reina gradually gave Agnes a feeling of intense excitement. As often happened when Agnes came home after drinking coffee with the neighbors, she hadn’t put on her panties again. When she sat on the three-seater sofa after lunch she tried to imagine herself for the umpteenth time how it would feel when King is stabbing her cunt.

“Don’t even think about it!” Agnes said urgently to herself.

But her hand had already wandered under her skirt, and her fingers were already caressing her cunt. Her thoughts drifted away to the memories of King’s dick. How wet and slimy it had felt when it slid over her closed knees. How exciting it had felt when King had tried to push his cock into the narrow slit of her closed knees. How it would feel if King’s dick had moved that way in her cunt. How delightful.

Further Agnes didn’t have to dream.

During her intense masturbation session, her body is changed into a tingling, swirling climax, and now the dam has broken, behind which her waving, swirling excitement is stored. Like a tidal wave, an orgasm of an unprecedented scope overflowed her body, from her head to her toes. Centered in her boiling, hot glowing cunt, which felt as melted fondant.

Initially, the orgasm had a soothing effect on Agnes.

First of all because of the blissful feeling of the afterglow, which took possession of her body.

But also because the idea of a dog’s dick in her cunt had held until the end, and had been accepted as a possibility. How horrible it still seemed to her. Who even thought about the possibility Agnes would let herself be fucked by King. But Agnes couldn’t let go of the thoughts of the slick, slimy dog’s dick in her cunt. So she is again very excited by the time Peter comes home.

Instead of the peck on the cheek, he always gave her before he hung his coat on the peg, Agnes kissed him passionately on the mouth. She took his hand and pushed it under her skirt, where she put his hand on her wet cunt. Peter looked surprised at her when she pressed his hand on her cunt and began to ride up against it. As King had ridden up against her knees like a bitch in heat.

Peter laughed, shaking his head. “What is wrong with you today?” He asked, laughing. “You’re acting like a bitch in-heat! Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Still, Agnes had no intention of ever letting herself be fucked by King.

*****

Certainly not when the next Wednesday morning, with confidence, she went to drink coffee with Ron and Reina. Reina opened the door for Agnes.

“Come inside, please,” she said.

Agnes stepped through the doorway and followed Reina to the living room. King isn’t in the room, so he couldn’t ride up against her knees. Agnes found that both a relief and a disappointment. Just the feeling of that slick dog’s dick over her knees had made her thoughts always wandering back to do a dog’s dick in her cunt.

Reina suggested Agnes first would let King lick her cunt, and after that they would drink coffee. She also suggested King would continue to lick her, even after she came for the first time.

So Agnes laid without any suspicion, just like the last time her arms stretched out on the backrest of the three-seater sofa, after which Ron and Reina tied a necktie around both wrists of Agnes. She let everything happen with rising excitement. Also, Ron and Reina tied the other end of the neckties to the rear legs of the sofa. So far, nothing is new.

While Reina sat next to Agnes on the sofa, Ron went to the kitchen to get King. When he returned, he is holding King by his collar. As he sat at the other side of Agnes on the sofa, he lifted the other leg of Agnes again over his knees, so the legs of Agnes can be restrained so she won’t close them when she cums.

Now Agnes sat with her arms spread wide and tied to the back legs of the sofa, and with her legs firmly held by the knees of Ron and Reina. Her legs are spread wide, and her bare cunt is clearly visible to everyone, and easily accessible for King.

King, who once he’s released by Ron, steps between the wide spread legs of Agnes, and starts to lick her cunt. Ron and Reina are staring at the action, Agnes herself watches with exciting interest where King with his rough tongue licks.

Agnes also becomes excited from the couple watching her while she sits with her bare cunt exposed on their couch, and lets their dog ravish it. She enjoyed carefree excitement the licking of the dog tongue over her cunt caused her. King’s tongue did a fantastic job.

So it took only a moment, before her abdomen began to itch, and the first contractions of her cunt started. Moments later Agnes orgasmed delightfully. As always, Agnes feels the urge to close her legs when she came, very strong.

But Ron and Reina kept her legs firmly over their knees, and because her hands were tied, Agnes simply isn’t able to close her legs. But her body responds instinctively, and so Agnes had no other option but keep trying with all her might to close those legs. Meanwhile, the delightful dog tongue continued to lick her cunt, and her orgasm continued in full-force, taking possession of her.

Agnes pulled frantically at the neckties around her wrists to free her hands so she could push the head of King away from her cunt. But it’s in vain. She sat with her legs spread wide over the knees of Ron and Reina, while King had full access to her bare cunt which he continued to lick mercilessly.

Ron and Reina stared at Agnes squirming and trying to break free, while she’s cumming. She keeps cumming, while King’s tongue continued to lick her cunt.

Agnes couldn’t bear it without going crazy. She moaned, she gasped, and she screamed. With her eyes toward the ceiling, she rolled her head over the armrest of the sofa. Her body began to shake and to tremble, and the sweat beaded on her forehead. Her cunt is a glowing mass.

Agnes rolled her eyes and swung her head back and forth while she screamed of pure sensational lust. She started to beat and kick as far as her tied up and held arms and legs were able to do so. Her body began to shake and to convulse. She is light-headed and the world around her seemed to turn into jelly.

And then it all suddenly stopped.

Agnes looked down at her cunt.

King is no longer licking her cunt!

Her cunt, which still contracted from the unbearable excitement still rocking her body.

Ron is holding King by his collar, as he sat on his haunches at Ron’s knees, next to him. His pointy red doggy cock protruding from his shaft.

“Please,” begged Agnes. “Please let King continue to lick my cunt! I came so wonderfully.”

“Why don’t you let yourself be fucked by King, if you’re so desperate to cum?” Reina asked. “It’s no more than fair that King should entertain himself as well.”

“Yes, why not?” Ron asked. “He’s able to make you climax while he’s fucking you. I guess it’ll even be a better climax than you even imagine.”

“While can’t he just lick my cunt?” Begged Agnes again. “Please let King continue to lick my cunt!”

“Now you can feel for yourself how frustrated the dog must feel when he makes you cum without cumming himself,” Reina said. “Do you realize now that it’s only fair to let King fuck you?”

Meanwhile, Agnes had goosebumps all over her body.

How despicable it first felt, slowly the idea of being fucked by King began to penetrate her brain.

“You know, it’s only fucking,” Reina said. “No harm will be done. So why don’t you allow yourself a great orgasm by fucking King? ”

“Yes,” Ron said. “Why don’t you try it out just once? After all, it’s only fucking.”

But Agnes didn’t want to let King fuck her.

It isn’t just fucking, as Ron and Reina said. It’s crossing a border. The line between sexual promiscuity and sexual depravity. That’s how Agnes feels about it. But what she feels at the same time is the almost unbearable physical need for an orgasm. The physical pain of not being able to orgasm. A pain that she couldn’t endure any longer. Which she would not suffer any longer. Not now, while redemption is near.

She jerked at the neckties, if she only could get one hand loose, she could give herself an orgasm by stroking her cunt with her fingers. But no matter how she yanked and pulled, she didn’t loosen one of her hands. However, she should and she must have an orgasm, and immediately! Here and now. Regardless of how much she had to sacrifice for it. Realizing the inevitable, and trembling with desire for the ultimate satisfaction, Agnes gave in.

“Please,” begged Agnes. “Let King make me cum! In any way whatsoever. I’ll let myself be fucked by King if that’s necessary to receive an orgasm. But please let him make me cum! Please let him loose so that he can fuck me and make me cum!”

Ron and Reina listened with delight to the pleadings of Agnes. The little slut finally showed her true nature.

“It’s all right, darling,” Reina said. “You’ll get everything you’re desiring for. But first we have to prepare you for the fucking with King. Just be a little more patient now”

“Oh, no!” Groaned Agnes. “Don’t let me wait any longer, please. Please! Let him fuck me. Right now! I do need it so very badly!”

Neither Ron nor Reina responded further to the pleas of Agnes, who felt as if her cunt is on fire. Ron took some kind of medication bottle from his pocket and handed it to Reina, who unscrewed the cap. Attached to the cap is a stick with a small brush, as thin as a pencil.

Reina rubbed the brush over Agnes her cunt lips, after which she dipped the brush again in the bottle and then rubbed it over again, and especially between Agnes her cunt lips to lubricate them. This she repeated several times, after which she closed the bottle and returned it to Ron.

“What’s that?” Agnes asked. “What is in the bottle?”

“Urine of a bitch in-heat” Reina said without further explanation.

Actually, it interested Agnes not what’s in the bottle. The only thing that bothered her about the bottle and its contents, is that it caused that it took longer before King is going to fuck her. At first she didn’t understand why Reina had smeared her cunt with urine of a bitch in-heat. She’s still sitting widely spread as possible on the sofa, and all three of them stared at her wet cunt.

“I don’t know what the intention of this is,” Agnes said impatiently. “And, to be honest, it doesn’t interest me at all. I only want King to fuck me! But I’d like to know why you put this urine on me?.”

“Trust us,” Reina said. “And don’t ask much. All you have to do is enjoy what King has to offer you.”

Then Ron let King loose.

He jumped as lightning in front of Agnes, where he more excited than usual began to sniff at her cunt. Agnes is surprised by the reaction of King. Instead of sniffing and licking at her cunt, King puts his front paws beside her on the couch. Then he pushed himself over Agnes and began with curved back to ride up against the sofa. As he had ridden earlier in the week up against her knees.

Agnes could no longer see much more of King than his back and his tail, and therefore she bent her head aside to catch a glimpse of the red tip of King’s dick.

And she’s shocked by what she saw!

It is no longer the small, ten centimeters long, thin dog’s dick, she saw hanging under King previously. King’s dick had become much longer and thicker, and became still thicker and longer, while and more and more of King’s cock emerged from the sheath under the belly of King.

That isn’t all that’s going through her mind!

Agnes now suddenly realized why Reina had rubbed her cunt with the urine of a bitch in-heat, and she realized that for dog her cunt would have the same smell. That smell would awaken King’s reproductive instincts and Agnes felt scared.

Scared of the enormity of this ‘next step’.

Ron and Reina simultaneously pulled on her legs, so her ass slid forward over the seat cushion of the sofa, until Agnes is seated with her buttocks on the edge of the sofa. Agnes feels immediately how the tip of King’s cock bumped against her crotch. The enormous heat Agnes feels when she had agreed to let King fuck her had cooled a bit. Thereby she came to the irrational fear she felt for the unknown. The monstrous and depraved copulating of herself with an animal.

“Ho! Stop!” Agnes cried in fear. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want King to fuck me. I’ve changed my mind! I don’t want it anymore!”

“Too late,” Ron replied. “We cannot hold him back now. No one can. Not now King is guided by his instincts. Nobody can stop him now, other than to kill him, and that we don’t do for a fickle, frustrated housewife. Your destiny is no longer in our hands. Nor in your own hands. King is going to fuck you, even if you like it or not”.

With eyes full of shock and disbelief Agnes first looked at Ron and then to Reina.

“Let me go,” Agnes shouted angrily. “You cannot do this! This is sexual assault! This is rape! For this you go to jail!”

“Of course,” Ron said sarcastically. “Once King is finished, you’ll go straight to the police and tell them that you’ve just been fucked by a dog! They’ll probably find it very amusing!”

“Especially when you tell them you’re the vicar’s wife,” Reina said.

“That saves us the trouble of telling your nice pastor husband, how all this time you have mistreated and abused our dog,” Ron said.

But those last words Agnes didn’t hear. Because now her attention is distracted by the tip of King’s cock, which started to thrust rapidly into her crotch, seeking the opening of her cunt. For a moment she tried to wriggle herself loose from the grip of Ron and Reina, but soon she realized that it’s completely useless.

Reina reached out with her hand. She grabbed the stabbing dog cock and put him in the cunt of her young neighbor. Once King felt the cunt lips of Agnes surrounding his cock, he began uncontrollably to stab his cock in her cunt. For a moment it took away the breath away from Agnes.

King’s cock feels like a real dick inside her cunt. She feels him with a breathtaking speed moving in her cunt up and down, and to her horror and amazement, it’s an overpowering and wonderful feeling.

She couldn’t see King’s cock going up and down in her cunt, but she could feel him even better.

“Oh! No!” Agnes cried. “Oh my God! No! He’s inside me! His dog’s dick is in my cunt. Oh! No! This is terrible! This is—”

Agnes stopped, stunned. She almost said it’s delicious.

She closed her eyes and tried not to think about how grotesque and degrading this interaction with the beast is, but to concentrate on the extraordinary thrill inside her cunt. The feeling that her cunt made tingle and throb as if a hundred thousand fine needles were inserted simultaneously into it.

Her cunt is throbbing like hell.

 

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  1. Can only say how well the story is constructed, how seamlessly it flows from one phase to the next. Thank you.

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