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Written: 14 August 2018

Already seen Vicar's Wife and the Rescue Dog pt 3, click here to read part 1 or click here to read part 2 or click here to read part 4

Vicar's Wife and the Rescue Dog pt 3

by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, m/F, M/m, F/Dog, Bestality, Exhibitionism, Public Sex

We ate breakfast early on Saturday, people were already out on the little park at the side of the church by seven o'clock erecting tents and marquees on the markings that John had painted on the grass. I'd be working in the refreshments tent; I would be selling the cupcakes that I'd baked on Thursday afternoon.

Four tents had to be erected around a steel pillar that provided electricity and water to feed special events on the park, the tents would be placed so as to allow a small area between for Alec, the village electrician, to get in behind and wire things up, it would also give me a small area right behind where I'd be standing to sell cakes that was private, I could stack my plastic boxes full of cakes awaiting sale as well as my spare paper bags and plates, plastic forks and cups.

I always had a little inconvenience because the only access to the services pillar was usually behind my table, Alec used it as an excuse to keep popping behind my bench and rub himself up against my bum in passing. Every other year I'd tried to get out of his way, last year I'd even moved my table further forward so that I could get further out of Alec's way more easily.

John was just about to finish his last bite of breakfast, "Are you sure that you want me to wear that dress without a bra on under it...I was just remembering how Alec makes a nuisance of himself when he has to come behind my table to get to the supply pillar?"

John chewed on his food and gestured with his fork, "Well, I guess we have two choices...we could swap your table with the tea and coffee table, that way Else and Betty Gamble will have Alec pestering them..."

I nodded my head, "I don't think Alec will pester Else and Betty, they're far too old!"

"...or, or we could leave your table where it is...push it a little closer to the tent's wall even to give a little more room for customers to queue in front and perhaps...instead of you just going braless, you could remember that Alec doesn't charge us the usual two hundred and fifty pounds for his services and not wear any knickers as well!"

I saw John grin as he said I should go knicker-less as well, last week I would have thought he was joking but not today...today I knew that my husband was being serious.

I washed the breakfast dishes while John went over to the park to help the setting up process, I dressed in the new dress that Ray West had sold to John for me to wear at the church fete. The dress was so short that I had to check several times that nothing was on show under the bottom hem of my new dress as I walked around normally. I'd be okay just so long as I didn't have to bend over.

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I had to make three trips to carry all of my plastic boxes of cakes over to the park, on my first trip my table was three feet away from the side wall of the tent, on my second trip my table had been moved back six inches closer to the wall and on my third trip there was only two feet of space behind my table...perhaps even less.

I laid out the plates to display my cakes on across my table. I'd cooked more chocolate cakes than any other because they were more popular with the children and I had those in the centre of the table, the orange cakes and the lemon I put on the left side and the vanilla and blueberry were on the right, closest to the small void where the services pillar and my spare boxes of cakes were stored.

Alec was connecting the small carousel ride for children and as the machine started rotating the gaudy music started playing as well. I made an early sale of two lemon cupcakes to Barry and Glen, our grave diggers, Barry had been cutting the grass one last time out on the sports area and Glen was just acting as general dogs-body, fetching and carrying as well as lending a strong arm wherever he was needed. I tried to give them the cakes for free because they were working so hard and so early in the morning but they insisted on paying their pound each.

"Could I have a paper bag please Mrs Clarke?"

I hadn't got my paper bags out yet so I leaned through the flap into my storage area without really thinking and suddenly remembered what the two men would be able to see as I bent forward. I stood up quickly and turned to face Barry and Glen, Barry was close to sixty but what I saw made me open my eyes wide, his cock must have been sleeping down his left trouser leg but it soon woke up, I watched it like the second hand sweeping around a clock face as his cock filled with blood and swept from its sleeping position down his trouser leg and it stood bolt upright. His cock was so big that it actually passed the waistband of his trousers and I could clearly make out his cockhead under the front of his t-shirt, bulging out and throbbing.

The music playing on the carousel ride slowed down, indicating a power failure. Alec suddenly rushed into the refreshment tent and behind my table, he rubbed his cock against my bum as he squeezed behind me. I saw the smiles on the faces of Barry and Glen...they knew exactly what Alec was doing, I looked across the tent, John was helping Betty fill the tea urn and he was looking over in my direction and grinning as well. Instead of moving out of Alec's way as I usually did, for the first time, I pushed back. There was a shout from the ride's owner on the other side of the first aid tent, he needed the power back on faster.

Alec slithered past me and out into the small service area. John was at my side in a flash, he kissed my cheek as he said his good mornings to Barry and Glen, then he whispered, "You could go and see if Alec needs a hand out there, I'll look after the cakes!"

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I looked at Barry's face, his grin was wider and the head of his cock seemed to be knocking on the front of his t-shirt. I ducked through the flap and out into the void between the tents. Alec was on his knees, his position reminded me of my favourite position when Atlas was behind me. I stood in front of him and as the sound of the carousel started to play again, he looked up, his head was lower than the bottom hem of my dress so he could see my exposed pussy. He stopped on his knees, he reached out and pulled me to him, he started kissing my pussy mound as he explored my cunt with his fingers. John suddenly stepped into the void, "I need more chocolate cakes."

Alec froze...his head right up inside my dress. I looked at the flap beyond John, Barry could see what was happening through the gap. I leaned to the side and picked up the box of chocolate cakes and handed them to John. And he stepped back into the refreshment tent.

Alec shook his head out from under my dress and whispered, "Was that the vicar?"

I nodded my head and Alec stood up, "He doesn't mind then?"

I shook my head, "He told me that I should come out here and see if there was anything you wanted!"

Alec kissed me and as he did I rubbed my hand across the front of his trousers, I felt his cock and hoped that he was flaccid, his cock felt smaller than Adam's cock had felt the day before and Adam was only fifteen years old.

Alec's fingers started rubbing between my legs again and I pulled his zip down, it was disappointing but his cock was hard but only four and a half inches long and didn't have any girth to speak of to make up for his shortcomings in the length department.

I knew that we had no chance of fucking face to face so I slipped past him and leaned over the power pillar so Alec could take me from behind. Alec was well on his way when John came back into the void, he put the box of cakes back on top of the pile, slapped Alec on the back, "When you've finished out here Alec some of the cables need tying back up over the first aid tent, the kids pulled them down."

John went back to selling cakes as Alec finished fucking me. Alec had a disappointingly small cock and when he climaxed he produced a disappointingly small amount of seed as well, I hardly felt his spurting inside and when he pulled out there wasn't the expected fall of spunk out of my cunt, just a slight trickle down my inner thigh.

I spent an hour selling cakes with John at my side, this was the first year that John hadn't spent the whole day fire-fighting. Most of the chocolate cakes had sold off of the table, I didn't want to put more out until they needed to be because they stopped moister in the plastic boxes than out on the display plates. Brooklyn Jones, one of our choir boys turned up, he stood in front of the chocolate cupcakes, he had his head tilted down as if he was looking at the cakes but his eyes were fixed on the teardrop opening down the front of my dress, trying to see more of my breasts inside.

"How much are the chocolate cakes?" Brooklyn's voice was gruff and cracked, six months ago he had the voice of an angel but as he turned fourteen he hit puberty hard and his voice broke, he was still trying to handle his new voice box.

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"They're' a pound each."

Brooklyn moved to his right, he stood in front of the blueberry cakes, "How much are these?"

"They're blueberry cupcakes and they are a pound as well."

He wasn't even pretending to look at the cakes this time, he was looking into my dress from the side so that he could see more of my breasts inside my dress. I saw him smile and then he moved to his left until he was in front of the lemon cakes.

"How much are these?"

"They're lemon cakes, they're also a pound...all of the cakes are a pound."

Again, he wasn't looking at the cakes; he was looking into my dress and grinning at me. John sold the last chocolate cupcake while Brooklyn was looking into my dress. Brooklyn left without buying a cake, I saw him just outside the tent talking to two other choirboys, he kept gesturing in my direction and he was quite animated, I also saw him collecting money off of the other two boys.

John was chuckling, "Did you see the effect you had on Brooklyn?"

"No."

"He had an erection that was bigger than Alec's."

"He did...not!"

I spotted the empty chocolate cake display plate so I slipped out into the void to get more. This time I remembered what I'd displayed to Barry and Glen earlier and went all the way through the flap before I bent down to pick up the chocolate cake box.

I heard John through the flap, "What can I get you Brooklyn?"

"Erm...have you got any more chocolate cakes vicar?"

"I think my wife has just popped out the back to fetch some more."

I lifted the flap, John was standing right by the flap collecting two blueberry cupcakes for an elderly lady, not a villager, a walk in, drawn to the fete by posters that had been placed at the sides of the main road passing the outside of our village to attract passing trade.

John didn't seem to be in any hurry to move away from the blueberry cakes plate as he asked the lady where she was from and how she knew about out fete. I slipped past the edge of the table and out in front so that I could restock the chocolate cake plate.

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I saw the other two choir boys looking in at what was going on, Brooklyn looked over his shoulder at his friends and he stepped in closer, he made it look like it was an accident but his right hand patted my bum through my dress.

He snatched his hand away and waited for my reaction, I just finished stacking cakes on the plate. Brooklyn looked over his shoulder again and grinned at his two friends outside the tent. Because I hadn't shown any kind of reaction to Brooklyn's hand on my arse he put it back again and this time, he didn't just pat my arse, he rubbed his hand over my bum through my dress.

I looked sideways at him, he had a tent in the front of his trousers and the tent pole definitely looked bigger than Alec's cock had been, slightly longer but much fatter...not bad for a fourteen year old boy.

"Do we have any more raffle tickets vicar?"

I almost jumped out of my skin, I had been so fixated on trying to see the front of Brooklyn's trousers that I hadn't spotted Mrs King approaching from behind, she'd been tasked with trying to sell raffle tickets and she'd already sold two books full, that was a thousand tickets at ten pence a ticket.

John finished serving the lady, "I've got another two books in my briefcase Mrs King...do you need some help to fold raffle tickets?"

"I have sold rather more than I'd expected too...I could do with a hand."

"Well, I'm okay here selling the cakes...perhaps my wife could take the two books you've already sold over to the vicarage and start folding them into one of her empty cake boxes."

I fetched John's briefcase from behind the tea and coffee table and took the two books of sold tickets off of Mrs King while John sold Brooklyn a chocolate cupcake.

I saw a twinkle in John's eye as he said, "Victoria...perhaps on your way over to the vicarage you could look out for a willing volunteer to help you with the folding.

Brooklyn's ears pricked up, "I can help Mrs Clark if you like sir!"

John nodded his head and I walked across the park with a very horny fourteen year old boy in hot pursuit and his two friends trailing behind.

I set out my stall at the kitchen table, I gestured to the seat opposite the one I was about to sit in but Brooklyn pulled one from the side and he pulled it next to the one I was sitting in. Brooklyn wasn't much use at folding raffle tickets, he was too interested in looking into my dress from the side. After we finished folding the tickets Brooklyn's hand slipped under the table and onto my thigh.

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He looked at my face, because I hadn't pushed his hand away he smiled and rubbed his hand closer to my pussy up under my skirt, I still didn't push his hand away, I even opened my legs a little more to give him better access. While he eased two fingers in my cunt I had my hand on the front of his trousers feeling his cock when I remembered that Alec had left a deposit in there earlier so I stopped him.

"I can't let you go further...but...I could give you a wank if you want!"

Brooklyn pushed his chair back a little so I could get better access to his cock and I pulled his zip down to get his cock out, "Are you a virgin?" Brooklyn shook his head as I caressed his cock, pulling his foreskin back to look at his mushroom head, Brooklyn's cock was at least an inch longer than Alec's cock and it didn't take me long to get Brooklyn off. I was tempted to suck his cock clean after his fountain spurted two feet in the air but I changed my mind when I saw two faces at my kitchen window trying to look in at what I was doing with Brooklyn. I suddenly stood up, hiding Brooklyn's exposed cock from the windows while he closed his trousers and once he was covered up I headed back to the fete.

Brooklyn hung back with his two friends and as I crossed over the church yard I saw Brooklyn had his fingers under the nose of one of his friends, the other boy thought he was smelling my cunt on Brooklyn's fingers but it was more likely that he was smelling Alec's spunk instead.

The cake sale was over by the time I returned with a large plastic box full of folded tickets, John had sold all of the cakes that I'd baked in record time. I put the plastic box on the table, "How did it go with Brooklyn?"

I looked all around and then wiggled my fingers, "I just used my hand on him!"

"Poor boy, lost his chance of losing his virginity."

"I asked him if he was a virgin and he said he wasn't."

"I wonder who..."

There was loud barking from outside the refreshment tent, I recognised Atlas's voice because it was so deep.

John picked up the box with folded tickets in it and walked over to Betty at the tea table. to ask her to look after it for Mrs King while I stacked all of my plastic boxes inside each other, I had two larger boxes for the chocolate cupcakes and the other fourteen boxes were all slightly smaller than each other and so seven went into each of the two bigger boxes.

I carried the boxes while John carried his briefcase, we met Ray West out on the main field, he was fighting Atlas to stop him trying to eat a toddler that had escaped its mother. As soon as Atlas caught my scent it lost interest in the child and started jumping in my direction. Ray was careful to keep Atlas away from me out on the park.

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"Did you ever find that book you told me you had John?"

"I know that it is on one of my book shelves, either in my study or in the living room, wouldn't take more than a few minutes to find it, I'll bring it out to you."

"No...don't bother bringing it out, Atlas is being a pain so I'm going to take him home."

"Atlas is usually so calm and placid...what's upsetting him?"

"Your Tina, being this close he can smell her from your barn and it's making him restless, he really needs to cover a bitch to get things out of his system."

I saw a flicker of a smile cross Johnny's face, "Pity we've been told not to mate Tina again, Colllie cross with Great Dane would make interesting puppies."

I thought that Ray was taking Atlas home but he was walking along talking to John all the way to the vicarage's back garden. Atlas's behaviour got worse and worse the closer he got to the vicarage. John offered Ray a coffee, "It's not instant, it's far better than what they were selling over on the park...what do you say Ray, I'll have the book found before the coffee's finished percolating."

"I'd love one John, if only to take the taste of the rank coffee that Betty forced on me an hour ago...but I'd better not stop, Atlas can't be left on his own in your garden, smelling Tina so close will send him loopy and he's entered in the dog show tomorrow."

"Bring him in the kitchen with you."

I opened the back door and went into the kitchen, I was getting the coffee pot filled with water and Ray picked Tina's leash up off of the worktop, "Here John, what do you think..." Ray clipped Tina's leach into the gold ring that was decorating the broad leather collar on my new dress, "...would Vicky make a good bitch for Atlas to cover...take his mind off of your Tina?"

Ray gave the leash a yank, pulling me from the sink and towards the kitchen table...

3,454 Words.

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