The Locum Priest

Chapter 3
Zeeta’s Swansong

We supposed that Richard had passed away in his sleep as Megan and I were making passionate love in his bed. I felt really very bad about it, and I think so did Megan. I realised that Richard himself would probably not have minded as much as we did, but we both felt really guilty. Megan obviously had thought about this very deeply and she said told me, after collecting the death certificate.

“According to the doctors death certificate Richard passed away about an hour before we got into bed together. ”

“However I must admit it did not make me feel an easier.”

“I just felt somehow that it would be right for us to consummate our love that night Tony”

Megan insisted that I officiate at the funeral service and not the Bishop, although he had offered his services and the church was full to overflowing. The Bishop came, with a lot of his staff and also my ex boss Canon Marsh and his wife. After the funeral we all gathered in the Manse for the wake. Megan had catered for most of the church regulars, and many local Parishioners came. The Manse was packed and we overflowed on to the lawn at the back. I was particularly glad that the sun had come out for us, and it all went well. Megan had handled the whole event superbly.

The Bishop collared me as people started to drift away. He tended to speak rather loudly as he was a little deaf.
“I think that you have done a first class job here young Tony, but now of course I must sort out a permanent replacement for you. That also brings the problem of telling young Megan she must leave the Manse in due course.”

I turned to the Bishop and said quite firmly “Sir, if I leave here I am resigning from the church, many of my colleagues at theological college are now running their own parishes, but you are deliberately holding me back because I am not married.”

Then Megan’s voice butted into the conversation.
“Tony has not told you that he is to marry me then Bishop.“ She said as she possessively tucked her arm in mine.

The Bishop looked shocked. “Perhaps young man you should resign from the Church for carrying on with a married woman, behind her sick husbands back.”

Then a voice butted into the conversation “You have got it all wrong as usual Bishop. Who said anything about carrying on? I am the family lawyer. It was Richards wish that these two young people marry, and that sir is written in his will that was finalized with me over a month ago.”

Then Megan said angrily. ”Who has implied that we have been carrying on behind my husbands back Bishop, as far as I can see you are the only one, and I can inform you that I have been a faithful wife to Richard in all of our marriage together. I loved him..?”

The Bishop looking quite flustered apologised and said.
“I am sorry if I have offended you. I think I will have to look at the whole situation again. The church can ill afford to have young men with your talents resigning over such a trivial matter.”

Megan said “Bishop it is no trivial matter for us, I think that if Tony resigns from the church, we shall be much better off financially, and that may be a big consideration when trying to raise a family. We can both get teaching jobs. So I will not really mind that much anyway.”

“If you as a young man join the Ministry, or you Megan marry a priest then you should be dedicated to the church and its beliefs.” the Bishop responded.

“Yes Bishop following a vocation like the church, does not make you wealthy, nor do we expect it to, but you should have sufficient money to live on, and not have to depend on charity or starve to death. Above all you should be treated with respect.”

The poor Bishop did not know where to put his eyes as he hastily gathered his entourage together, and departed.

My encounter with the Bishop left me feeling a bit dispirited, and Megan tried her best to lift the gloom, but my spirits sank even lower after my encounter with Mrs. Tracy Haden. I first laid eyes on Tracy Haden after the memorial service at church on the following Sunday. She was not a regular at church and had been away on holiday for some weeks. The service that day had been a sort of remembrance service for Richard, and so there was a particularly large congregation. As was my usual practice I stood in the porch after the service and mingled with the mornings churchgoers, when Mrs. Tracy Haden made herself known to me. The beautiful blonde was one of those gushing women who rarely give you time to respond, and always seem to place a hand on your wrist while she did so, . She was a busty blonde and she looked marvelous in a red suit. Flashing me a dazzling smile.

"So you're the young Vicar whose taken poor Richards place. I've heard so much about you. Hi. I'm Tracy Haden. And I do so much want to have some time with you as I have a few personal problems that you might be able to help me with. "

Flattered, but also quite a little embarrassed, by Tracy’s effusive complement, I felt myself flush red, which made me feel like a schoolboy. Tracy obviously saw my discomfort and tried to make amends as she warbled.

"Wow! I’m sorry I did not mean to embarrass you. I bet the congregation grows while you are in charge“

“Well I am afraid that may not be for much longer. I have recently been told that I am redundant.” I told her.

At the same time, her smile broadened and her eyes twinkled as she placed a hand on my wrist Her new posture thrust her large breasts forward.
"Can you spare me an hour some afternoon as I do need a confidential chat that I hope you can help me with.”

Involuntarily, my eyes moved downward to focus her large prominent bust. I immediately took my eyes away but Tracy had seen what I was doing, and their was a knowing, gleam in her eyes. I felt the flush on my face deepen so I tried to take the initiative away from her and I said.

“Well Tracy I will do my best to come and see you, but I am still trying to find my feet, and Megan keeps track of my appointments perhaps you could give her a call and see when I am free. As I told you it is very possible that I will be leaving the church shortly, and a new vicar will be appointed you might be advised to wait for him.”.

“Oh I am so sorry that will be a shame as people speak so highly of you“.

Megan told me I was free on Wednesday afternoon, and she rang Tracy to make the appointment. I duly arrived at 3.15 on the Wednesday as arranged to be met by the beautiful Tracy at the door. She was beautiful indeed, and was dressed in a straight black skirt with a snowy white blouse which certainly showed off her assets to the best advantage.

Almost immediately I found I was semi hard from just looking at her, and from the aura of sexuality that seemed to surround her , as she took my hand I felt my cock become fully erect, and I saw that Tracy had noticed it straight away. I guessed that Tracy’s real problem was loneliness. She was trying to flirt with me, but so far I had not succumbed to the obvious temptation.

But then Tracy blurted out “My old mans got another woman, what do I do about that vicar?”
“I am not sure Tracy have you tried sorting it out with him?”
“Yes, but he still carries on fucking her. Do you think I should leave him?”
“Well I can not advise you on that because there are so many things to consider. Do you still love him.”
“Not really. I don’t know why I married a man with such a small cock. Not like yours which from here looks all big and juicy and ready to roll.”
“I am so sorry Tracy, I should have kept myself under better control.”
“Not at all vicar I would love to see it - do vicars fuck?”

I stood up ready to leave as the conversation was getting a bit too spicy and I tried to focus my mind on the mountain of work waiting for me back at the Manse, .when I suddenly found Tracy in my arms, and her lips pressed passionately on to mine. I am not quite sure how it happened. For an instance I kissed her back . But the thought of betraying Megan was at the forefront of my mind, and I pushed her away and politely made my departure leaving a weeping and a very frustrated Tracy behind me.

I was quite flustered after that encounter, and I was just parking my battered mini at the Manse when I heard a familiar voice behind me. It was the lovely Zeeta, Canon Marsh’s housekeeper. She looked absolutely ravishing, and I eagerly embraced her, and she was just what I needed to take my mind off my experience with the busty Tracy.

Zeeta's voice was low and throaty, it reeked of passion and I felt the need for her, after my close shave with Tracy. Zeeta was also looking good, so different from the Zeeta I was used to seeing in in her working clothes. She was wearing a shortish skirt and a tight white sweater, which contrasted well with the chocolate hue of her skin. She had lovely jutting breasts which pushed out the front of her sweater, tempting me to put my hands under her sweater to fondle them. Her arms came round my neck.
“Oh God Reverend Tony I have missed you! She warbled in her unique voice. The house seems empty without you ”

“Can you find me a cup of coffee Rev?
"Sure, Zeeta," I agreed.
“I thought I asked you to call me Tony.”
“Yes Rev you did, but only when we was in bed, and according to my reckoning we ain’t in bed yet, although I am still living in hope!”

I had to smile as I made Zeeta a cup of coffee and I asked “What brings you here then?”
“I wanted to see you again darling man, my pussy is feeling starved of affection and needs stroking the way you do it so well.!”
“I have only done it once for you!.“
“But Tony you are such an expert, I had to travel all these miles to get it done again and to bring you your post!.
“You could have redirected the post!” I told her.
Yes, but this way is much more fun!.

I had to have a giggle and quite deliberately I led her by her hand to the bedroom. At first I had no intention of making love to her, but I just wanted to have her on my own for a while.

Zeeta's eyes sparkled as she turned around and asked.
"You don't mind that I came over do you?"
"Of course I don't mind, especially after the experience I have just been through!"

I held my breath as I stared at Zeeta. I had to admit that she was beautiful, and for a moment I wondered why I had never previously considered her as a marriage partner. As she leaned forward, to kick of her boots the front of her sweater had dipped downward. Clearly visible inside her sweater were her two lovely breasts. With no bra to restrict them, they were like two huge melons waiting to be fondled.

My cock already hard, began to throb and my skin felt hot. Zeeta had straightened up again. Her shoulder-length air swirled around her shoulders. She moved close to me.
“Hug me Tony please!”
I hugged her our bodies pulling close together as Zeeta deliberately pressured her hips against me, and I knew that she felt the hard bulge of my cock. Sensually I ground her pelvis rubbing the mound of her pussy against my enlarged cock.

My arm had tightened around her, holding her tightly at the waist. Then slowly and almost unconsciously I slowly let my hand move downward until he felt her buttocks under the tight skirt.

" Tony, damn you make love to me please!," Zeeta whispered.

"Do you mind if I take that sweater off you, Zeeta?"

Zeeta stepped away from me "I was hoping you'd say that!"

She leaned forward, with her arms outstretched. I took the sweater and flung it aside. Zeeta tossed her head and the soft strands of hair swirled around her naked shoulders. I licked my lips as my eyes savored the sight of Zeeta's lovely chocolate breasts. They were round and luscious, topped by the black stubby nipples, marbled with passion.

Zeeta said, "I might just as well be completely naked as halfway!."

"Might as well!" I agreed.

And while Zeeta was unfastening the skirt at her waist, I let my trousers down, removed my shirt and kicked all my clothes away. Zeeta's wriggling hips sent the skirt rippling down her thighs. It slid down her long, shapely legs and crumpled around her feet. Facing each other, we reached our arms out for a long passionate embrace as we savored each others naked bodies. All my thoughts of Megan went out of the window with the lovely Zeeta in my arms.

My cock was sticking out unimpeded in front of me I looked down at the spot between Zeeta's thighs, and bending slightly I inserted my cock between her thighs against her warm wet waiting pussy

“I hope I am not naked for nothing!" Zeeta muttered.
"That was what I was wondering!" I replied.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Make love to you!"
"What's taking you so bloody long?" Zeeta asked.
"I'm thinking about it!."
"Can’t you think a little faster?"
"Do you think my cock's hard enough?" I asked.
"I can't tell--until I feel it--way, way up inside of me!"
"You will," I promised huskily.
"I'm waiting," Zeeta replied.
"But don't take all bloody day."

Zeeta's pelvis began to move in a slight rocking motion, rubbing her wet pussy along my enlarged cock Her hips were shoving forward; her glistening pussy lips gently and wetly massaged my cock almost making me come, but that was too soon as I pulled away Her mouth remained fastened on mine as her cool naked arms wrapped themselves round my neck.

Zeeta moaned happily as I took her left nipple into my mouth. Licking and teasing it with my tongue . Then I moved down my tongue swirling and licking Zeeta's moist skin. I glanced up to see the ecstasy now visible on her lovely face, her eyes were closed and she fell back on to the bed as I followed her as her hips moved up to meet my descending mouth and tongue.

She came twice in quick succession and covered my face with her juices. I sat up and placed my cock at the entrance to Zeeta's waiting pussy.

Zeeta's let out a low moan of contentment as the head of my cock settled against Zeeta's quivering inflamed pussy. My hips pushed forward, my cock entering the parted lips of her pussy splaying apart the swollen, constricting pussy lips. Zeeta's squeal of delight filled the room as my engorged cock
slid deeper into Zeeta's vagina.

Our panting and groans of ecstasy punctuated by the wet, suctioning sounds of my cock pushing in and out of Zeeta's tight and honeyed pussy filled the bedroom and I was hoping that no-one was near to hear.

Zeeta moaned lustily responding to the thrusting of my cock Zeeta cried out ecstatically as the peak of her climax racked her young body. With her mouth open and her eyes glazed with passion, her legs round my body clamped together in vice like lock, almost restricting my breathing.
"Long and deep darling just how I love it. Just keep on fucking--this horny girl" She muttered.

"I could feel my juices rising through my boy and I told her Here's it comes I panted. "The whole lot! Here it comes!"

"Give it to me!" Zeeta yelled. "Now-yeah, now!"

Her legs were clamped tightly around my body but they had relaxed a little now, but still held her quivering pelvis against me while I pushed my cock all the way inside of her and filled her with my seed.
My groans blended with Zeeta's lusty moans as we gradually came back to reality.

I looked at the clock and said to Zeeta “Quick into the shower as Megan will be back shortly.”

Fortunately we were all dressed and respectable by the time that Megan arrived home, and I was just going through the post that Zeeta had brought with her. Included were two envelopes with return addresses at two colleges I had sent for details of vacant posts that were being advertised. I noticed a gravy stain on one envelope and Zeeta told me.

“Canon Marsh threw the letter in the trash bin when he saw who it was from, and by the way they are lining up a Rev Smallbody and his wife to take over this parish any time now, and you are to come back to your old job.”

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