Chapter 6
It was early in the afternoon as Julie Norwich walked along the road in the direction of the local parish. She was going to see Father Richard Jones and she had dressed in her loveliest dress for the occasion.
Julie stopped along the road to pick wild flowers, dreaming about the life she could have with the pastor. It all seemed so sudden to her. After Fiona had told her about the pastor's attentions towards her, she forgot completely about Richard Rankin. She was thinking now only of Richard Jones. Father Richard Jones.
As she drew close to the church, she felt a sudden rush of paranoia.
It dawned on her that Fiona might have made the story up, to take her out of the romantic triangle with Richard Rankin. She felt a sudden feeling of anger. But upon going over the facts in her head, she decided that it wasn't so. At least, she would know for sure, when she had finished talking with the cleric.
Walking up to the church, she opened the door and entered. The room was empty. The long wooden benches looked strange to her, not being filled with the local parishioners.
She walked to the back of the church and listened for some indication of life.
"Hello," she called out. "Anybody here?"
"Hello there," it was the parson's voice. "Who is it?"
"Julie Norwich."
"Well, what a pleasant surprise," the young religious man said, as he stepped from the rectory of the church, out into the main hall. "And don't you look lovely today?"
"Thank you, Father," she smiled, studying his dark good looks. She had never looked at him as a man before. She had hardly noticed how handsome he was. Standing there in his dark suit, with his white shirt open at the collar, Julie felt a rush of passion.
"What is it that I can do for you, my dear?" he asked.
"Oh, Father," she said, "I need to talk to you. But it isn't really a religious matter. I just need to talk to you. I need your advice."
"Well, if it's not of a religious nature," he smiled, "step into the rectory. I just made some lemonade. It's a trifle warm outside, isn't it?"
"Yes, Father," she sighed. "Oh, I do need to talk to you. I'm so confused."
"Sit down, my dear," he said.
Julie sat on a wooden chair and looked about her. She had never been in the minister's private quarters before. The walls were lined with books and on the desk, the Bible was opened. He apparently was writing. He was also working on a painting, Julie noticed, as she saw the easel standing in the corner. The canvas bore the drawing of a lovely landscape. The colors that the religious artist had applied thus far, were quite lively. Julie felt inspired looking at the painting. She also felt an overwhelming attraction for the sensitive young man.
"What seems to be the matter?" he asked, as he handed her a glass of lemonade.
"I'm a bit embarrassed," she said.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Richard Jones said. "I'm your friend and I would like to help you. I care a great deal for you. I've been meaning to take you aside and have a little chat with you. I've been a bit shy, I hate to admit."
"You are shy?" she asked, with disbelief. "You certainly don't seem shy when you are standing at the pulpit on Sunday."
"That's different," the minister said. "I don't have a personal connection with all the parishioners. I'm not in love with them, as I am with you."
"You love me?" she asked, again shocked by the revelation.
"Is that such a sin?"
"Oh, I'm so confused," Julie said. "You see, Fiona said that you cared for me. But I didn't believe it."
"Why should that be so hard to believe?" he laughed. "You are a woman and I am a man. And you are very beautiful."
"My beauty is a curse," she sighed. "I can't tell you how much trouble it gets me into."
"Do tell me," he implored. "Don't be afraid. I think you would be surprised at how understanding I can be. As a minister, I hear a great many things."
"But you are so young," Julie sighed, staring into his pale blue eyes. "How can you be so wise — have so much experience?"
"Life is full of experience, if we will only look," he said. "Now, Julie, please tell me what's been bothering you."
"Well," she paused, "it's about a man. And it's about a woman. It's filthy, Father," she burst into tears. "I'm so ashamed."
"Now, now," he patted her on the shoulder. "Get a hold of yourself, child. "It can't be all that bad."
"But it is, Father," she sniffed, peering into his face, wondering if she dare tell him the truth.
"Come sit on the bed," the cleric said.
"On the bed?" she looked at him with confusion.
"It's all right, dear," he said, "I'm not going to force myself on you. I would like to sit beside you, so we could talk. As you can see, there is only one chair in the room."
"I'm sorry for questioning your morals, Father," she sniffed, moving to the bed. "I just don't know who to trust anymore."
"There, there," he patted her on the back. "Sip your lemonade and try to relax. Everything will be just fine."
The minister pulled a fresh, white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the young girl.
She blew her nose into the snot rag.
"There, there," he smiled. "Now, dear, tell me what is the matter."
"You see," she began, "I fell in love with this other Richard. His name is Richard Rankin. He's the stables keeper at the Reardon's. I never should have gotten mixed up with him ... "
"Did he have carnal knowledge of you?"
"What does that mean?"
"Did you two," he paused, flushed with embarrassment, "have sexual relations?"
"Yes, Father," she burst into tears again, "we made love. Several times. Will I go to hell?"
"Now, now," he smiled. "It isn't all that bad. You wouldn't believe how many young people slip from time to time. It's not a grave sin. And the Lord is more forgiving than most people think."
"We did perverse things together, Father."
"Please, call me Richard," he smiled. "I want you to think of me as a friend. "Thank you, Richard," she sighed, "that makes it easier."
"Now, now," he put his lemonade aside and put his arm around the apparently hysterical young woman. "What sort of perversities did you engage in? Did you use naughty words while you had carnal knowledge of each other?"
"No, worse," she cried.
"Worse?"
"He sodomized me, Father."
"Richard."
"Yes, Richard," she corrected herself. "And we had oral sex together. I swallowed his seed, Richard. And today - today, I had carnal knowledge of Fiona."
"You've been a busy girl, haven't you?"
"Yes, Richard," she sighed. "I have been bad. Will the Lord really forgive me?"
"Yes, I think so," Richard smiled. "The world isn't really so pure as people think. I admit, what you have become involved in is a bit strange for a girl your age. But these things do happen. Though it is expressly forbidden in the Bible, sodomy and "even lesbianism is not as rare even among Christians, as one would think."
"Yes," she sighed. "But what does God think of it?"
"I can't really speak for God," the young preacher smiled, "but I forgive you."
"Do you really?" she asked.
"Of course," he smiled. "Before I became a man of the cloth," he said, "I slipped a few times in the areas of morality. It happens to every young person. It's so difficult to decide what is right and what is wrong."
"Nothing is black and white," he said. "Everything is grey."
"Do you forgive me, Richard?"
"Of course I do," he smiled. "You know, darling," he smiled. "I've admired you from afar for a terribly long time."
"Really?" she looked into his handsome face.
"Yes," he smiled. "I care a great deal for you."
"And you won't hold it against me — the things that happened between Richard Rankin and I and with Fiona?"
"Of course not," he smiled. "I'm in love with you, Julie. I would forgive anything you did. And do you want to know why?"
"Because you love me?" she asked.
"Yes, because I love you," he said. "But more than that, my dear. I would forgive you also, because my faith can protect you."
"Richard, I love you, too," Julie gushed.
"Just like that?"
"Well, I must admit, it crept up on me slowly."
"It did?"
"Yes, when I first came here, I wasn't sure whether or not I would love you," Julie explained, "but as soon as you explained all of this to me. Well, I just felt so relaxed. I think it would do me good to be around you."
"Oh, Julie," he smiled, "you make me feel good."
"Will you kiss me?" she asked.
The handsome young minister brought his mouth to hers, brushing her lips with his and sliding his warm tongue into her mouth.
They fell across the bed.
Julie couldn't believe what was happening. Never, in her wildest fantasies, did she imagine that she would be making love with the minister, in the rectory.
"Oh, Julie," he sighed, "you are so beautiful. Don't be afraid. I want you because I love you. I am not at all like that other Richard. I would never take advantage of you."
"I know that, Richard," she sighed, as the minister ran his hand over her breasts and pressed his fingers inside the opening of her blouse.
"Let me undress you," he said, sitting her up and unbuttoning her blouse. As the front of her dress opened and he gazed at the ripened breast globes, the minister felt his cock begin to harden in his trousers. He opened the blouse and ran his fingers over her tits. They swelled with passion. He took her nipple between his fingers and squeezed it. She sighed with pleasure.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned. "Take me, I'm yours."
They both stood and kissed on the mouth, passionately. Richard opened the front of her dress completely and taking the flowers, which she still held in her hand tightly, laid them aside, while Julie stepped out of her dress.
While the lovely young blonde climbed out of her numerous petticoats, slips and bra, Richard removed his own clothing.
She was standing only in her white lace panties and he was completely nude. He moved close to her and took her in his arms. While he pressed his tongue into her mouth, he moved his hand over her breast and squeezed it passionately. He brought his mouth to the nipple and sucked at it. It was firm in his mouth.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "you excite me so. Let's get on the bed."
They lay together on the bed, facing each other. Julie wrapped her fingers around his cock and began stroking him.
"Oh, you have a nice touch," she sighed. "You make me feel so good."
They moved closer together and Julie spread her legs slightly, pressing the minister's cock up against her moistened pussy.
"Oh, Julie," he moaned, "that feels so nice."
"I would like to suck you," she said.
"To do what?"
"I'll show, you," she said, rolling the minister over on his back and taking his firm erection in her hand. She began to stroke him, while moving her mouth to the head of his cock.
She ran her tongue over the head of his meat and the minister moaned with increasing passion.
"Oh, you are a little vixen," he smiled, as he put his hands to her head and directed the movement of her mouth over his organ. She slid her mouth down over his cock, pressing it tightly with her lips and taking the entire cock into her mouth.
"Oh, that's nice," he sighed. "Suck me fast, darling. Go, faster."
The lovely young blonde was a bit surprised to find herself so rapidly in this situation with the minister. But she didn't let her surprise put a damper on things.
Faster and faster she moved her mouth up and down on his swollen cock meat.
He was breathing powerfully with passion while the cock thundered in and out of the lovely girl's mouth.
Richard Jones could feel the jism boiling in his nuts. It had been a very long time since he had carnal relations with anyone other than his hand. He was filled with excitement and pumping rapidly in and out of her mouth.
"I'm going to come," the minister announced. "I'm going to come soon. Be careful, Julie."
But the lovely young blonde had a surprise in store for the minister. She didn't disengage her mouth from his cock. She worked with increasing vigor up and down the length of his cock.
Soon, the extremely turned on minister, pressed his cock deeply into her mouth and ejaculated.
"I'm sorry, Julie," he moaned. "I didn't mean to do that. I'm so sorry."
His cock continued to spasm in her mouth, as his hot semen squirted against her cheeks and the back of her mouth.
"Oh, darling," he moaned, "please forgive me. I didn't mean to."
"But I wanted to swallow your jism," she said, as she lifted her mouth from his fuck stick. "I really did."
"This is most unusual," the Anglican minister said. "You really like that?"
"Yes," she sighed, licking the surplus spunk from her lips, "it pleases me."
"I would like to please you," he smiled, stroking her cheek, with a loving caress.
"I would like it very much if you sucked my pussy until I came," she said.
"Do what?"
"Kiss my pussy, please," she explained. "It really excites me."
"I've never done anything like that before," he said.
"I'll explain it to you," she said. "It's easy. Just lick my pussy lips and suck on my clitoris. You could press your tongue into my vaginal opening, if you wish."
"I've never known a girl like you before," he said. "You really surprise me, darling."
"I have lots of surprises for you," she smiled. "Come, put your mouth against my pussy."
The young minister, a bit shocked and surprised by Julie, crouched between her lovely thighs and stared down in bewilderment at the blonde pube-covered pussy.
"Don't be afraid," she said, "it won't bite you. Really it won't."
The minister lowered his mouth to her pussy and pressed his tongue into her vagina. She sighed with increasing passion and began to pump against it. Her pussy was red hot with passion. Julie spread her legs as widely as possible and pumped against the minister's mouth. Hot juices trickled from her opening. He sucked at her pussy and caressed her clitoris with his tongue.
"You are doing a wonderful job, Richard," she sighed. "Surely, I will come soon. A little harder. That's it. Oh, yes, you are right on target. Suck. Oh, Richard, that feels so wonderful."
The young man sucked harder and faster at her pussy, biting her clitoris tenderly and running his tongue over it. She pumped about on the bed, squirming and moaning with pleasure.
"Oh, yes," she sighed. "I'm going to come. Faster. Yes, faster."
The young minister was pressing two fingers into her pussy hole, as his lips moved rapidly over her clitoris. He took the clit into his mouth and sucked wildly.
She spasmed and howled. She was coming.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "I'm coming. It's wonderful. Don't stop. Make me come again and again and again. Yes, so nice. Don't stop. Oh, Richard."
She moaned and writhed in ecstasy, pumping her vagina up against his mouth, as the orgasm thundered through her.
"Yes, enough," she moaned, pushing his face away from her pussy.
"Was I hurting you?" the minister asked, as he raised his pussy juice - covered mouth from her hot slit.
"No, but it was becoming too intense, silly," she smiled. "What a surprise you turned out to be. You are so passionate."
"That shouldn't be at all surprising," he said. "I serve a passionate God, Hence, I am a passionate man."
"I'll bet God couldn't suck pussy as nicely as you do," she smiled.
"That's probably true," he said. "But I don't think God will mind what we're doing."
"Why's that?" she asked.
"Because I am going to marry you," he said.
"You are?"
"If you'll have me," he smiled. "Did you really think I would take advantage of you like this, without making you my wife?"
"I don't know," she said. "I've lost all faith in men."
"Now, now," he smiled. "You musn't become bitter."
"Will you really marry me?" she asked.
"I have no reason to lie to you, my dear," he smiled. "I love you. Did you think I would make love with you only because you are beautiful. "This is wonderful news," she said. "My father will be so pleased. Can you imagine that — Julie Norwich marrying a preacher?"
"Of course I can imagine that," he smiled. "I am, after all, the one who is proposing."
"Let's celebrate," Julie gushed. "Fuck me, Richard. Fuck me with passion."
"I don't know any other way to fuck," he said, as he moved between her thighs and pressed the head of his rod up against the moistened crack of her pussy.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, "that feels wonderful. Don't stop. Push it all the way in. Faster, faster."
Julie wrapped her legs tightly around him, as she returned his powerful thrusts. Faster and faster he plunged his erect tool in and out of her tightened opening. Her pussy lips were pressing powerfully against his tool. They were pumping rapidly together.
And then the lovely young blonde rolled the dark-haired minister over on his back and climbed atop him, as though she were a jockey riding a horse. She moved swiftly up and down on his rod, resting her weight on his chest with her hands.
"Where did you learn to make love like this?" he asked. "I thought you said that you had only recently lost your virginity?"
"That's true," she said, "but you inspire me. I can't stop. I have to go crazy with you. If you only knew how happy you have made me."
"I can tell, my lovely," he sighed. "I think I'm going to come again. You drive me wild with passion."
"No, wait," she gasped, moving off his rod, "I have a better idea."
"A better idea?" he seemed puzzled and more than a bit miffed that she had pulled her pussy off his fuck stick.
"Yes, I want you to bugger me — just to show you how much I really care for you."
"Bugger?"
"Fuck me in the ass, please," she smiled, wickedly, as she moved to her belly on the bed, exposing her lovely ass globes to him.
"I've never done anything like this before," he said, hunched over her, his cock still dripping the warm pussy juices from the previous cuntal entry.
"It's easy," she sighed, "just press your cock up against my ass and slide it in."
"Are you sure it won't hurt you too much?"
"Really, Richard," she sighed, "I like it. Do it soon, while I'm still hot."
She raised herself up slightly on the bed and began toying with her clitoris. She was moaning passionately as the young minister took her ass globes in hand and spread them open.
He stared down at the inflamed opening of her anus. It was hot red and puckered tightly. He pressed the head of his meat into the tightened opening.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, "that feels so good. Don't stop. Don't worry about me. I love it. Shove it all the way in. Rend me. Fuck me hard."
"You are full of surprises, darling," he sighed, ramming his tool powerfully in and out of the tight asshole.
"Do you want me to come inside your ass?"
"But of course," she sighed, stroking her clitoris vigorously.
The young minister was perspiring profusely as he worked his tool in and out of her tightened asshole.
He had never before done this, though there were numerous times that he had thought of it — fantasized about it.
"Oh, Richard," she groaned, frigging herself to the precipice of orgasm, "I'm going to come, honey. I'm almost there. Yes, oh, God, Richard, honey. I'm almost there."
"Me, too," he moaned.
And then the two of them achieved simultaneous orgasm. While Julie stroked her pussy rapidly, the young minister plunged his cock into the depths of her asshole and shot his load of jism into her bowels.
"Richard," she moaned, "you feel so good in me. Don't stop. It's wonderful."
While he shot the last droplets into her rectum, they turned over on their sides and slowly began to recover.
"Do you still want to marry me — after all of this?" she asked.
"But of course," he sighed. "I wouldn't have it any other way. I have loved you from afar for a long time. And now I have loved you up close. And I still love you."
"You are so romantic, Richard," she sighed. "I had no idea that a man of the cloth could be like you. Could fuck like you."
"Well, Julie," he smiled, "it's quite obvious that you have a great deal to learn about men. Not all men are rogues and ruffians. And rogues and ruffians are not the only men who know how to make love."
"I am learning very rapidly," she said.
"That's the best way to learn, my dear," he smiled, pulling his cock from his wife-to-be's rectum.
He turned to face her. "You have made me a very happy man, my dear. I am inspired now. I feel that there is nothing I cannot do."
"I love it when you talk like that," she said. "You are so good for the soul. Maybe you could talk to Fiona Reardon. She's so upset, also."
"What's wrong with lovely Fiona?" the minister asked, as he wiped his cock clean with the handkerchief.
"She was going to marry Lloyd Browne-Douglas, a professor from Cambridge," she explained, "but after her affair with Richard Rankin, she realized that she couldn't marry Lloyd."
"Why? Does she love Richard?"
"No, but she doesn't know what she wants, I really think it would do her good to talk to you. She sent me to see you and it's done me a world of good."
"And I also," the young minister said as he smiled down at his new found love.
After Julie had dressed and began her long trek back to Norwich Farms, the young minister, lost in a delightful reverie, went to his desk drawer and pulled out a little wooden case. He set the case upon the desk and opening it, looked dreamily upon the contents. Inside were all the keepsakes of his childhood. The only memories he had of a life that seemed terribly far in the past.
Pulling at a golden chain, Richard Jones pulled up a little golden half heart. He looked at it with confusion and more than a little despair. Turning it over, he looked at the fragment of the word "love." But only the last two letters were inscribed. He went to put it back in the wooden box, but changed his mind and put it into the pocket of his suit trousers instead. "I must get rid of this," he said aloud.