The Priest and the Parishioner
Chapter I
There are times that it is gratifying to be a parish priest. Especially with regard to some faithful devoted ladies. For some of them, the priest is a kind of “exhaust valve” of their yearnings, the friend and the confessor at last a sort of entity close to divinity, which will make them win the heaven. The priest is for these ladies, the friend whom they can say, the most intimate sins, because they trust him and know that the secret will be kept forever. For some ladies, the priest is also the object of his sexual fantasies, perhaps because they think they are less sexually worn, by the abstinence inherent in ecclesiastical life. Imagine, perhaps, constant erections beneath the cassock.
Mindy was one of the faithful who always aroused my attention. She’s mature but very attractive woman. Short Hair already gray, medium-sized breasts still firm and rounded, voluptuous hips and legs and rounded buttocks. Sometimes the way she looked at me was a real invitation to sin. A fixed and penetrating aim, which seemed to tell me, come fucking me. In the stillness of my sleeping room, I give myself to think of Mindy. And this is happening so regularly that it scares me. Invariably, everything ends in a good wank.
One day I was in the sacristy arranging the parings, she knocked on the door and seeing what I was doing, she came to help me. I noticed she was a little nervous, so I asked her:
- Did something happen?
- No… Yes! It's something I'd like to talk to you about in confession.
- Please sit down on the couch.
Pulling a chair I sat laterally to hear what disturbed her. Twisting her hands, a sign of her nervousness, she began to ******, after my encouragement.
- I don't know how to talk about this...
- My c***d, you have to speak openly, because I will know how to understand and in this way, I'll try to help you!
- Last night I did something I'd never done before. My husband and I went to bed and we had sex.
- Sex between a couple who loves each other, and desires each other, is not a sin.
- The problem is, it wasn't in a normal way.
- Did he force you? Made you do something you didn't want?
Blushing she retored:
- No Father! We did it with our mouths.
- Kissing during the act is a normal thing; it's even a proof of affection.
- You're not understanding. The kisses we gave each other, they weren't on the lips… We did it in the genitals.
- I see… and you thought that was disliking?
- No! On the contrary, I really enjoyed it very much and that is the trouble.
- My c***d, doing something that gives pleasure and does not harm third parties, is no sin.
- But… there’s more…
His face of penetrating gaze was now utterly blushed. What else could there be? The fact that she suckled her husband's dick and having her pussy licked would be nothing extraordinary. By the way, at this time of confession, I was the one who was sinning. I was feeling my cock becoming hard by the narrative and by the thought and desire that I felt for this parishioner. That's why I encouraged her to continue the narrative.
- What else is there?
- Well, here's what worries me and perhaps the greatest sin…
- Please continue.
- In the subject of sex, perhaps the priest does not have the experience of feeling the carnal desire…
- It is not so much, because I am also a human being, with all the virtues and defects of any one.
- Well, so, you can understand the fantasy that involves certain moments.
- Sure I do!
- I have a constant fantasy... when I have sex with my husband... and often when I'm alone masturbating...
- Do you masturbate a lot?
- Oh Father… I feel so ashamed to talk about these things!
- Don't be! Open your soul to me, tell me everything in detail, because in the end I will know how to understand and you'll feel relieved, for the salvation of your soul.
She seemed quieter now. The content of the discourse had appeased his human and spiritual fear, giving way to appreciable excitement. The excitement was a common point for both of us. I was with a huge boner, ready to screw her right there in the sacristy. But I had no idea, that the motive of her fantasy was I myself.
- So be it... and here it goes... When I'm screwing my husband… I fantasize being doing it with you priest… my fantasy is you Sir.
The whole structure of my being faltered, and the desire to possess that female increased. I was feeling a tremendous desire to have her kneel at my feet, sucking my hard cock, for remission of her “sin”. Such a thing had already been farther from happening. Now I would just have to conduct the conversation very cautiously, looking for that she would become hornier, so that she would be herself to take the initiative.
- Do you usually masturbate a lot?
- Yes sir!
- When you’re alone?
- Sometimes yes but sometimes even when I'm with my husband… It happened on several occasions I masturbate even after having sex with my husband.
- And always with the same fantasy?
- Yes father!
- Suppose you had a chance to satisfy that fantasy? Would you do it?
- Yes sir!
- My poor c***dren… come here…
Chapter II
Previously I had placed a cushion in front of my feet. Candidly and submissively she lifted herself from the couch and came prostrating at my feet, supporting her knees on the pillow and her elbows on the summit part of my knees. Uniting the palms of her hands she stared at me anxious and pleating. In that position I had a privileged view of her cleavage. Her whole body shook with the caress making her elbows unpositioning, causing one of her arms to slip, touching right in my erection. At first she seemed to want to withdraw her hand from that unusual situation. Otherwise, and after what we had already spoken, she did nothing to correct. Taking advantage of the moment I proposed:
- Are you feeling? You're not the only one who has fantasies. And the worst sin is to repress all our desires. It is to lie to ourselves.
- But oh father I thought...
- You thought wrong Mindy, for the wrong teachings of archaic times, in which enormous barbarities were committed in the name of religion. Desired sex, consented sex is no sin.
- Thinking well I think now that you're right father.
Underneath the cassock I didn't have pants on. Only the loose panties as I like to use. For that reason, my erection was all visible.
- Put your hand under the cassock and see and feel what I have for you my dear Mindy.
Obeying anxiously, she lifted the cassock out of the flap and pulled out my panties, leaving it in sight right in front of her face, a monstrous erect stick, that made her babbling in amazement:
- Oh my gosh… it’s so big!
Continuous act she grabbed it feeling the throbbing in his hand and approaching of her lips she kissed it delighted. Then I felt that hot salivating moisture, when she introduced it into her mouth, deep as she can do. What a good blowjob. I had to make an unprecedented effort, not to explode in brief seconds, my holy load of cum. She had a hand beneath her skirt, with her fingers working her pussy. The environment of that sacristy was full of groans of the sanctity of sex pleasure. When that sense of proximity to ecstasy invaded me, I had to interrupt the eagerness with which she worked on my dick, because I wanted fuck her pussy hard. Taking advantage of the interruption, I went to close the door of access to the sacristy, not some parish to hear the moaning and think that I was going wrong and come in to get me out. If that happened, the best she'd have to do would be to join the party, because it was a huge boner that Mindy had provoked me. It was the proper time to strip me of all the ecclesiastical garments, making me a man just, full of lust. So I did it and Mindy did the same. I was ecstatic staring at her naked body, with my hard “rod” pointing the way of her wet “grotto”. Her spiky nipples gave me the urge to pull them, to bite them gently, to finally do all the abuse that the sexual desire indicated to us.
- Sit on couch with your legs wide open and show me your pussy.
She obeyed submissively. With my fingers tightening her nipples I pulled them and twisted as much as she could endure, provoking her spasm of slight pain. Loosing a little pressure exerted, I dipped my lips in that juicy pussy. Attacking her clitoris with my tongue, she grunted in satisfaction, dropping moans of delight. Putting her legs on my shoulders, Mindy pushed more and more her pussy against my face. Wrapping her clitoris with my lips I sucked it making her reach the first orgasm.
- Oh my god… father… this so good… make me… more… I’m cumming… ahhhhh…
In the rookie of the orgasm, his legs shook my neck, almost suffocating me. But I felt good, making her enjoy this way, still gave me more desire to fuck her. I paused briefly, so that she would regain her breath. In this time-lapse Mindy kept grabbing my cock, squeezing it, as she was afraid that this piece of nerve would run away. I thought to myself that the only possible escape would be hiding deep inside her cunt. As she tightens my cock, she was stroking her nipples. This gave me the indication that it was for her, a high-grade erogenous point of her body. That's why I kissed her in the mouth, then came down to my neck and finally licked and bitten the visible tips of her erect nipples.
- You like this, Mindy?
- Oh yes father. I really love it. It makes me so horny!
- Oh God, forgive me Lord but I have to fuck this horny wife.
And saying this I put Mindy in doggy position, her elbows resting on the couch and her pretty buttocks turned to me. With a slap on her chicks my cock approached her pussy. Before I penetrated her, I remembered:
- Do you have a condom in your hand bag? It's better not to risk an uncomfortable pregnancy.
- Father don’t worry… my husband will assume the eventuality of my son… so please… just fuck me hard.
How could a man, priest and man, resist such an appeal? An intense appeal full of desire. A face blushed by the pleasure of completing a long-time fantasy and found a partner willing to be part of this wonderful satisfaction. A partner who washed her soul and body of all inhibitions of sinful nature, freeing her to fully enjoy sexual pleasure. The sex to be fully enjoyed must have a proper language. In my understanding, words should be appropriate at the moment. For example, fuck is not the same than make love; making love is another thing. Vagina and penis are too technical terms, to be used during a fuck; cunt or pussy and cock or another dozen other similar terms, they depicted faithfully, the desire we felt during the intercourse. The use of these obscenities does not mean disrespect by the partner. On the contrary, they are only voluptuousness and desire for the partner, by someone whom we very much want at that moment. So I advanced to her saying:
- Come here sweet bitch… I'll give you a fuck you'll never forget and that will make you want to repeat
Putting Mindy in doggy, to better reach her tits and rub her nipples, while my piston moves inside her cunt, making her moan uncontrollably, by the sensations of unprecedented pleasure. She was enjoying several orgasms.
- More… more… fuck me father… I am cumming.
- Yes… my little bitch… enjoys it… because… I’m near…
- Oh yes father… cum inside… floods my bowels…
- Take it… take it… I’m cumming…
And in a last rookie of pleasure, gush several jets of jizz from my cock deep inside her pussy. We fell on the couch, sweaty and tired of so hot action.
- Are you feeling okay Mindy?
- Yes father it was so good! I’d like doing it again another time.
- Sure we will my sweet c***d. This will be our little secret.
A spark concern fated to his face and realizing that I asked:
- What worries you?
- About my husband! Should I keep the secret with him? He knows about my fantasy!
- In that case, you must tell him everything, just to him and nobody else. Sin would you lie to him. By the way, we could meet at your place. Maybe he even liked to join us. What do you think?
- I think that would be wonderful father.
- So be it. Whenever you want and it's opportune, call me.
It was time to leave. We kissed with satisfaction, dressed and Mindy went back to her home.
The end
There are times that it is gratifying to be a parish priest. Especially with regard to some faithful devoted ladies. For some of them, the priest is a kind of “exhaust valve” of their yearnings, the friend and the confessor at last a sort of entity close to divinity, which will make them win the heaven. The priest is for these ladies, the friend whom they can say, the most intimate sins, because they trust him and know that the secret will be kept forever. For some ladies, the priest is also the object of his sexual fantasies, perhaps because they think they are less sexually worn, by the abstinence inherent in ecclesiastical life. Imagine, perhaps, constant erections beneath the cassock.
Mindy was one of the faithful who always aroused my attention. She’s mature but very attractive woman. Short Hair already gray, medium-sized breasts still firm and rounded, voluptuous hips and legs and rounded buttocks. Sometimes the way she looked at me was a real invitation to sin. A fixed and penetrating aim, which seemed to tell me, come fucking me. In the stillness of my sleeping room, I give myself to think of Mindy. And this is happening so regularly that it scares me. Invariably, everything ends in a good wank.
One day I was in the sacristy arranging the parings, she knocked on the door and seeing what I was doing, she came to help me. I noticed she was a little nervous, so I asked her:
- Did something happen?
- No… Yes! It's something I'd like to talk to you about in confession.
- Please sit down on the couch.
Pulling a chair I sat laterally to hear what disturbed her. Twisting her hands, a sign of her nervousness, she began to ******, after my encouragement.
- I don't know how to talk about this...
- My c***d, you have to speak openly, because I will know how to understand and in this way, I'll try to help you!
- Last night I did something I'd never done before. My husband and I went to bed and we had sex.
- Sex between a couple who loves each other, and desires each other, is not a sin.
- The problem is, it wasn't in a normal way.
- Did he force you? Made you do something you didn't want?
Blushing she retored:
- No Father! We did it with our mouths.
- Kissing during the act is a normal thing; it's even a proof of affection.
- You're not understanding. The kisses we gave each other, they weren't on the lips… We did it in the genitals.
- I see… and you thought that was disliking?
- No! On the contrary, I really enjoyed it very much and that is the trouble.
- My c***d, doing something that gives pleasure and does not harm third parties, is no sin.
- But… there’s more…
His face of penetrating gaze was now utterly blushed. What else could there be? The fact that she suckled her husband's dick and having her pussy licked would be nothing extraordinary. By the way, at this time of confession, I was the one who was sinning. I was feeling my cock becoming hard by the narrative and by the thought and desire that I felt for this parishioner. That's why I encouraged her to continue the narrative.
- What else is there?
- Well, here's what worries me and perhaps the greatest sin…
- Please continue.
- In the subject of sex, perhaps the priest does not have the experience of feeling the carnal desire…
- It is not so much, because I am also a human being, with all the virtues and defects of any one.
- Well, so, you can understand the fantasy that involves certain moments.
- Sure I do!
- I have a constant fantasy... when I have sex with my husband... and often when I'm alone masturbating...
- Do you masturbate a lot?
- Oh Father… I feel so ashamed to talk about these things!
- Don't be! Open your soul to me, tell me everything in detail, because in the end I will know how to understand and you'll feel relieved, for the salvation of your soul.
She seemed quieter now. The content of the discourse had appeased his human and spiritual fear, giving way to appreciable excitement. The excitement was a common point for both of us. I was with a huge boner, ready to screw her right there in the sacristy. But I had no idea, that the motive of her fantasy was I myself.
- So be it... and here it goes... When I'm screwing my husband… I fantasize being doing it with you priest… my fantasy is you Sir.
The whole structure of my being faltered, and the desire to possess that female increased. I was feeling a tremendous desire to have her kneel at my feet, sucking my hard cock, for remission of her “sin”. Such a thing had already been farther from happening. Now I would just have to conduct the conversation very cautiously, looking for that she would become hornier, so that she would be herself to take the initiative.
- Do you usually masturbate a lot?
- Yes sir!
- When you’re alone?
- Sometimes yes but sometimes even when I'm with my husband… It happened on several occasions I masturbate even after having sex with my husband.
- And always with the same fantasy?
- Yes father!
- Suppose you had a chance to satisfy that fantasy? Would you do it?
- Yes sir!
- My poor c***dren… come here…
Chapter II
Previously I had placed a cushion in front of my feet. Candidly and submissively she lifted herself from the couch and came prostrating at my feet, supporting her knees on the pillow and her elbows on the summit part of my knees. Uniting the palms of her hands she stared at me anxious and pleating. In that position I had a privileged view of her cleavage. Her whole body shook with the caress making her elbows unpositioning, causing one of her arms to slip, touching right in my erection. At first she seemed to want to withdraw her hand from that unusual situation. Otherwise, and after what we had already spoken, she did nothing to correct. Taking advantage of the moment I proposed:
- Are you feeling? You're not the only one who has fantasies. And the worst sin is to repress all our desires. It is to lie to ourselves.
- But oh father I thought...
- You thought wrong Mindy, for the wrong teachings of archaic times, in which enormous barbarities were committed in the name of religion. Desired sex, consented sex is no sin.
- Thinking well I think now that you're right father.
Underneath the cassock I didn't have pants on. Only the loose panties as I like to use. For that reason, my erection was all visible.
- Put your hand under the cassock and see and feel what I have for you my dear Mindy.
Obeying anxiously, she lifted the cassock out of the flap and pulled out my panties, leaving it in sight right in front of her face, a monstrous erect stick, that made her babbling in amazement:
- Oh my gosh… it’s so big!
Continuous act she grabbed it feeling the throbbing in his hand and approaching of her lips she kissed it delighted. Then I felt that hot salivating moisture, when she introduced it into her mouth, deep as she can do. What a good blowjob. I had to make an unprecedented effort, not to explode in brief seconds, my holy load of cum. She had a hand beneath her skirt, with her fingers working her pussy. The environment of that sacristy was full of groans of the sanctity of sex pleasure. When that sense of proximity to ecstasy invaded me, I had to interrupt the eagerness with which she worked on my dick, because I wanted fuck her pussy hard. Taking advantage of the interruption, I went to close the door of access to the sacristy, not some parish to hear the moaning and think that I was going wrong and come in to get me out. If that happened, the best she'd have to do would be to join the party, because it was a huge boner that Mindy had provoked me. It was the proper time to strip me of all the ecclesiastical garments, making me a man just, full of lust. So I did it and Mindy did the same. I was ecstatic staring at her naked body, with my hard “rod” pointing the way of her wet “grotto”. Her spiky nipples gave me the urge to pull them, to bite them gently, to finally do all the abuse that the sexual desire indicated to us.
- Sit on couch with your legs wide open and show me your pussy.
She obeyed submissively. With my fingers tightening her nipples I pulled them and twisted as much as she could endure, provoking her spasm of slight pain. Loosing a little pressure exerted, I dipped my lips in that juicy pussy. Attacking her clitoris with my tongue, she grunted in satisfaction, dropping moans of delight. Putting her legs on my shoulders, Mindy pushed more and more her pussy against my face. Wrapping her clitoris with my lips I sucked it making her reach the first orgasm.
- Oh my god… father… this so good… make me… more… I’m cumming… ahhhhh…
In the rookie of the orgasm, his legs shook my neck, almost suffocating me. But I felt good, making her enjoy this way, still gave me more desire to fuck her. I paused briefly, so that she would regain her breath. In this time-lapse Mindy kept grabbing my cock, squeezing it, as she was afraid that this piece of nerve would run away. I thought to myself that the only possible escape would be hiding deep inside her cunt. As she tightens my cock, she was stroking her nipples. This gave me the indication that it was for her, a high-grade erogenous point of her body. That's why I kissed her in the mouth, then came down to my neck and finally licked and bitten the visible tips of her erect nipples.
- You like this, Mindy?
- Oh yes father. I really love it. It makes me so horny!
- Oh God, forgive me Lord but I have to fuck this horny wife.
And saying this I put Mindy in doggy position, her elbows resting on the couch and her pretty buttocks turned to me. With a slap on her chicks my cock approached her pussy. Before I penetrated her, I remembered:
- Do you have a condom in your hand bag? It's better not to risk an uncomfortable pregnancy.
- Father don’t worry… my husband will assume the eventuality of my son… so please… just fuck me hard.
How could a man, priest and man, resist such an appeal? An intense appeal full of desire. A face blushed by the pleasure of completing a long-time fantasy and found a partner willing to be part of this wonderful satisfaction. A partner who washed her soul and body of all inhibitions of sinful nature, freeing her to fully enjoy sexual pleasure. The sex to be fully enjoyed must have a proper language. In my understanding, words should be appropriate at the moment. For example, fuck is not the same than make love; making love is another thing. Vagina and penis are too technical terms, to be used during a fuck; cunt or pussy and cock or another dozen other similar terms, they depicted faithfully, the desire we felt during the intercourse. The use of these obscenities does not mean disrespect by the partner. On the contrary, they are only voluptuousness and desire for the partner, by someone whom we very much want at that moment. So I advanced to her saying:
- Come here sweet bitch… I'll give you a fuck you'll never forget and that will make you want to repeat
Putting Mindy in doggy, to better reach her tits and rub her nipples, while my piston moves inside her cunt, making her moan uncontrollably, by the sensations of unprecedented pleasure. She was enjoying several orgasms.
- More… more… fuck me father… I am cumming.
- Yes… my little bitch… enjoys it… because… I’m near…
- Oh yes father… cum inside… floods my bowels…
- Take it… take it… I’m cumming…
And in a last rookie of pleasure, gush several jets of jizz from my cock deep inside her pussy. We fell on the couch, sweaty and tired of so hot action.
- Are you feeling okay Mindy?
- Yes father it was so good! I’d like doing it again another time.
- Sure we will my sweet c***d. This will be our little secret.
A spark concern fated to his face and realizing that I asked:
- What worries you?
- About my husband! Should I keep the secret with him? He knows about my fantasy!
- In that case, you must tell him everything, just to him and nobody else. Sin would you lie to him. By the way, we could meet at your place. Maybe he even liked to join us. What do you think?
- I think that would be wonderful father.
- So be it. Whenever you want and it's opportune, call me.
It was time to leave. We kissed with satisfaction, dressed and Mindy went back to her home.
The end
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