Kristy Shepherd and Linda Unbeck met in a nightclub on Ayia Napa when they were both on separate hen weekends and an alcohol fueled kiss led to a two-day Carnal feast of electric sex and then they went their separate ways.
Three
months later Kristy was attending her friend’s wedding at St Lucy’s in
Sharpington and officiating at the ceremony was lusty Linda and she was
gobsmacked.
Kristy
didn’t know she was a Vicar or even that she was from Downshire.
They
didn’t talk much, to be honest their tongues were otherwise employed.
But
once she got over the shock she was incredibly turned on.
Then
she thought that Kristy’s sexual offertory was obviously a test, and Linda
was being tempted, and as the Vicar had succumbed, she had failed
miserably.
All
through the ceremony pornographic pictures of Linda filled her head, and she
also pictured the other women of the congregation naked in a variety of sexual
poses, some of whom she’d actually done as well as some she would still like to
do.
But
mainly she pictured her defrocking the Vicar from her vestments and when she
made eye contact with Linda and saw the smile illuminate her face, she knew she
would be tasting consecrated flesh and smiled smugly to
herself.
