Chapter 5
Martine visited the priest often after that, and, without any preamble, they would strip and enjoy a fleshly roll or two. He trained her well so that while they still could not manage to screw while standing on their heads, they achieved every position short of that, and enjoyed them all immensely.
He often made her come by lapping her twat, or fingering it while he reamed her little arsehole with his rough tongue which, to the girl, seemed as long and exciting as his cock. Often they would vary their activities by having Martine get down on her knees and gobble his knob, or kneel astride him to do it so that he could play with her pretty arse and cunt until she was drinking his cream.
The priest spanked her frequently, and although it made her cry and kick her pretty little legs, she came to love it when he took her over his lap and spanked fires into her bum. After a spanking, they were always hornier than usual, and a very good screwing always resulted.
Still, it was not enough for the priest. In time, came a need for variety. He still wanted the girl, but he wanted variety, perhaps a more mature woman with bigger tits. With this thought in mind, he felt his cock leap one Saturday as he listened to a woman's confession.
Because of the poor light, he could not see her clearly, but her voice was beautiful. What caused his excitement was her admission that she frequently enjoyed sinful thoughts and that this was particularly so when she thought of a priest.
Father John led her on carefully until he was positive that he had found another sex partner.
"This is a very serious matter, my dear," he told her, whispering more warmly than was usual for a priest during a confession. "But it is too involved a subject to discuss at confession. Do you understand?"
"Yes Father," she whispered with matching warmth.
"I have only a few more confessions to hear. Can you wait and then we shall go to my study and discuss this at greater length."
"Yes, Father," she replied.
Father John heard three more confessions in record time, and those penitents were amazed at how lightly he regarded their sins, and how he failed to scold or pry.
Leaving the church through the vestry, they walked to his residence located next to the church and with an entrance from the side of the church behind a wall which hid it from the street.
In his study, the priest asked her if she cared for a drink and she smiled warmly as she accepted. While he poured them, the priest surveyed the woman carefully and liked what he saw.
He guessed she was in her mid-twenties, and did not have to guess that she was a beauty. Rarely had he seen as lovely a face. He guessed too that she had an excellent form, but it was not possible to be sure, not yet, he thought.
The woman told him that her name was Mary, and that she was a childless widow of twenty-six, Over drinks, they went on chatting easily, both seeming content to postpone for a bit the discussion that was to come.
"Now then, my dear," the priest said, gently, as he ran out of patience with the waiting, "suppose you tell me about this problem of yours. We will not be disturbed, so there is no reason for you to be nervous."
"Oh Father, it is so difficult."
"I understand, my dear. If it is of any consolation to you there are many men who become sexually aroused at the sight or even the thought of a nun. There is, I suppose, a quality of the forbidden fruit about a nun. A man knows that under her long robe, there is the smooth, white body of a woman, one he is forbidden to see or touch."
He spoke with passion and it was quickly communicated to the woman. He saw her breasts rise and fall as she breathed deeply. The priest knew then that in a little while, he was going to see and touch her naked body, to fit his throbbing, swollen cock into her hot pussy and screw her until his balls were drained and his prick limp and wet with the juices of her cunt.
"I suppose it is as you say about men and nuns, Father," Mary began. "When I see a priest, even at mass, I am aware that under his feminine robes, there is a cock and a set of balls."
"Go on, my dear," he urged as he leaned forward bringing his face a little closer to hers. "You are right, a priest, after all is a man with a cock and balls."
"It is even worse when I go to confession. There, it is dark and we cannot be seen by others. I tell myself that if there were not a wall between us, I could slip my hand under his robe and wrap it around his cock.
"I wonder if when a priest listens to a woman confessing sins of sex, he imagines how it would be with her, and if the priest ever puts his hand under his cassock and plays with it."
"That is true, my dear. Priests often do get so excited, and it is not unknown for a priest to not just play, but to go all the way and jerk off."
"Oh how such thoughts thrill me. I know not why."
"Did you ever see the cock of a priest? Perhaps when you were a child?"
"Yes."
"Tell me about it."
"I was just a girl of seven or eight and was picking berries at the edge of the forest. A carriage stopped and a priest alighted. He talked with me, ascertained that I was alone, then took me a little farther into the woods.
"There he raised my clothes and began to play with my arse and between my legs. Lying down on his back, he told me to sit on his face. He licked my bum and my little slit for a long time, then helped me up.
"He pulled up his robe then and showed me his cock. It was the first I had ever seen and I was amazed by the bigness and hardness of it. He encouraged me to play with it, and after a little while, taught me how to frig it.
"After I had frigged it a little, he drew my face close to it and told me to hold my mouth wide open. As I did so, his hand replaced mine on his prick and he jerked himself off.
"When he was ready to shoot, he pressed the soft end of it between my lips and squirted his juice right into my mouth."
"That must have been quite an experience, Mary. As a result of it, did you learn to enjoy taking cocks into your mouth and sucking them?"
"Yes, Father, I fear I did, even though it is sinful"
"You should not worry yourself unduly about that, my dear," the priest consoled as he patted her hand, then let his hand fall to her knee. "Sin depends not so much on the act as on the circumstances of that act."
"I do not understand your meaning, Father," she said, looking into his eyes and trembling as she felt a squeeze just above her knee where her leg was smooth and firm and quite sensitive to the touch of a hand.
"Well, Mary, if a woman were to suck the cock of any man she happened to be with, it would be a sin since that would be something done for a carnal purpose."
"But is that not always the case?"
"No, Mary, it is not. As you know, a priest is not permitted to have a wife. Since he is a man, he can feel strong urges in his cock and his balls, so what is he to do about such urges?"
"It must be most difficult indeed?"
"True, it is. Now if some woman, not for carnal purposes, but because she wishes to assist the man of God and help him be strong to continue with his work, offers to help him by taking his cock into her cunt or her mouth, that is not a sin since it is done for his welfare rather than for her pleasure."
"And if she finds pleasure in doing it?"
"It is still not a sin because she did it for him and for God. If there is pleasure for her, then it is God's reward for her act of charity."
"I have never heard that explained, Father. From now on, I shall be even more excited at the sight of a priest."
"Are you excited at this moment, Mary?" the priest asked in a passionate tone.
"Very much so, Father. My thighs rub of their own accord and I become very warm."
"Are you very warm between your thighs, right inside your little cunt?"
"Oh God, Father, I am afire in my cunt. It is as though I shall go out of my mind."
"Mary, my cock is very stiff at this moment. You have made it so. Would you like to put your hand up under my cassock and feel it?"
"Yes, oh yes," she said as she dropped to her knees before him.
"Go ahead, Mary. Your hand looks smooth and gentle. Reach up and find my cock. Feel the hardness that is in it. Squeeze and rub it with your hand."
The priest pulled his robe up a little, and gave an intense sigh as the beautiful woman reached up with both hands.
As she did, he looked down into the bodice of her gown and saw the cleavage of big white tits. He slipped a hand into the opening and caressed a firm, silken smooth globe.
At the same moment, she found his prick and cried out in surprise at the length of it.
"Oh my God, I have never felt so long a cock," Mary gasped in a tone of awe.
"It is very long and very strong, Mary. It has not long since filled the cunt of a pretty little girl of fifteen years, but it is strong again. Would it please you to feel it probing the depths of your hot cunt and shooting cream up into your belly?"
"Oh yes, please. Oh Father, take me and drive that long cock up my cunt. Fuck me Father. Take my cunt, it is yours to do with as you wish."
"Stand up, Mary. Stand before me and strip naked. I have felt one of your tits with my hand, I want to feel them both in my mouth so that I may suck them while I fondle your sweet arse and cunt."
Trembling, she forced herself to her feet with a little help from the priest, and began to remove her gown. In only a little time, he saw her beautiful legs and thighs, then she was pulling her chemise over her head and showing him her lush body in total nudity.
"You are even more beautiful than I dreamed, Mary," he told her as he stood and took her into his arms. "Not ever have I seen tits more beautiful. They are very big, yet they stand proudly and firmly."
Turning a little in their embrace, he took one into his hand and toyed with it while his other hand moved on her back until it was fondling the firm, smooth cheeks of a most delightful arse.
"Oh Father, oh Father," she panted as she rubbed at his cock through his garments. "Let me see that splendid prick. Let me see you naked. Give me your cock before my cunt dies of this great heat I feel."
Stepping back, the priest quickly stripped naked before her. At the sight of his strong, upstanding rammer, she let out a deep sigh and fell to her knees. In a second, she was holding his tool and stuffing it into her mouth. Aware that she would suck him all the way off if he did not stop her at once, John took his cock away from her and looked at the wet, shiny head.
"Give it back to me, Father," she cried. "Let me take it in my mouth and suck it until I drain your hairy balls."
"Later, my dear," he told her as he put his arm around her waist and led her toward the couch. "I wish to feel all of your beauty and fondle and kiss your body before I blow my load."
They fell onto the couch together and he began at once to fondle and suck the luscious big melons of her breasts in wild abandon. Her nipples responded quickly and jutted out in a bold, exciting manner.
"Oh Christ," she cried out, "how sweet it is to have my body played with and my tits sucked by a priest with a long, hard cock. Oh suck, Father, suck ... suck ... suck ... "
John sucked her tits as they had never been sucked and as he did, his hands were busy all over her body. He felt, as his hand moved down the slope of her smooth belly, bush hairs which crowned her cunt and felt heat rising from that warm crotch where he would soon bury his bone with such joy.
Mary would have to wait until another time to suck his joint. This time, she was going to get it right up the hot, slippery quiff. He would make her cunt forget that it ever felt another cock in it. He would give her a screwing that she would remember for the rest of her life, he vowed as he went on mouthing one of her big tits.
"Oh yes," she cried out as his hand went into her warm crotch and he began fondling her already wet cunt. "Rub it, finger it and make it hotter and wetter. Oh my God, I do think I'm going to come in your hand."
Turning quickly, the priest pulled her eager thighs wide apart, stared into the hot beauty of her crotch, then buried his face in the wetness, his mouth claiming her cunt and finding a searing, thrilling heat in it.
As he did, he put his hands under her and claimed her delightful arse which he proceeded to rub with great vigour and with a touch that drove the writhing woman wild with a lust such as she had never known.
It had been more than two years since her naked body had been fondled at all, but it had never been handled the way the priest was doing right then.
She emitted a piercing scream when she began to come, and the priest, mindless of the fact that the housekeeper was somewhere about, pulled at her arse and rubbed his face all over her crotch so that from his forehead to his chin, he was wet with her delicious juice.
He turned to lie beside her, and at the sight of his wet face, she took it between her hands and kissed it all over until her tongue had tasted and licked up the juices of her cunt.
No longer able to delay the ultimate joy he needed so desperately then, the priest rolled onto her and she threw her legs open and up to make room for him in her crotch.
With stunning accuracy, he drove his rod into her wet slit. He continued to ram at her belly until, panting and sweating, he fell on her body, the full length of his cock buried in her cunt. She had not forgotten how to thrill a stiff prick with the muscles of her cunt and she used them well as he groaned with lust.
Turning a little, the priest closed his mouth around a lovely tit and began sucking it. At the same time, he sent his hip muscles into action and began driving his hard tool in and out with all the fervour of a rutting stallion. She was quite prepared to believe he was that, since there could be no mere man with such a long cock and the ability to use it so well in a woman's cunt.
John did not last long since he had been overly ready at the outset, but while he did, he gave her, as he had vowed he would, the greatest screwing of her life, and one she would never forget.