Forgive Me Father DAVID

Teasing her tongue

Kathleen cooked breakfast and laid it on the table. They sat in silence as they ate and after Kathleen had cleared the plates away, she stood in front of him crying, ″Oh Father what have I done? I am a wicked and evil woman. I will move out right away″. David looked at her and for the first time in his life felt he had found some one to love and care for. It was not her wickedness but his, he was the one above all others who should not have given way to temptation, but he had and he realised he needed her in his life.

She was not evil in that sense, she was a normal red blooded woman. It was not her weakness which was at fault, it was his, but he found he did not care! He needed this wonderful woman in his life and realised he could live without the church, but he had no desire to live without her.

David reached out and taking her in his arms he pulled her to him, his head was nestled between her breasts as his arms encircled her waist. ″Don’t go, please don’t go, you have woken me up to some thing I did not know existed. I must admit I have committed a mortal sin″ he said with a sense of panic in his voice. ″No, you have shown me the way, please don’t go. I will leave the priesthood″. Her hands took his head and held it tightly to her breasts, ″Alright I will stay but you have a job here, the people need you, you must stay″. ″OK″ he replied. ″Now, you have work to do. Your diary is full today, if you don’t go you’ll be late″. David stood up, his arms holding Kathleen as he kissed her goodbye! As they broke apart Kathleen said ″I love you, now get out of here″.

He walked to the church and found the door unlocked. He walked in to find Mrs Cartwright polishing the alter rail. She looked up ″Good morning father″ she said as she carried on polishing. ″Good morning Joan, how are you today? You are very early″. Wearing a low cut top her ample breasts were on display. ″Yes Father I could not sleep. Since Rupert died I have no one, and forgive me father for being so blunt but I really need a man″. ″I can understand that Joan″. ″Really Father but I expect there are times when you want a woman″. ″What makes you say that?″ he answered in surprise ″Don’t take this the wrong way father but you have not stopped looking at my breasts since you got here, and I have to say it makes me feel funny inside to know you, a priest, wants me″. ″Joan sit down please I need to talk to some one″. They sat in the front row pew as he told her about Kathleen, she sat and listened ″Father I think you need help with this. Can you visit me this evening? We can have a cup of tea and discuss this fully, this is not the right place″. ″What time?″ he asked, ″Say 7pm? We will both have eaten″. OK that seems reasonable″. ″Right Father I have to go I need to get to the shops so I will say goodbye″. She stood up and left. The rest of his day was filled with church business, he had trouble writing his sermon so decided to use an old one, every time he looked at the paper all he could see were Kathleen’s breasts bouncing out of control as she rode his cock. As he saw them in his minds eye his cock grew until it was straining at his trousers. After the sermon, he made a visit to the house of a parish member, exhorting them to pray vocally. During his visit, he found out the needs of the family members. He was friendly to the family at the Church meetings and in the neighborhood and participated with them in Church and community activities.

That night dinner was some what strained, he had told Kathleen he had a visit to make to discuss cleaning schedules and flowers with Joan Cartwright. She accepted this without question, after all it was all part of being a priest running a busy parish. At 6.45pm he put on his overcoat and hat, it was blowing a gale outside. By 7pm he was knocking on Joan’s door. Joan answered the knock, ″Come in Father let me take your hat and coat. You must be freezing?″. He walked in shutting the door behind him, he slipped off his hat and coat and handed them to Joan. She laid them on the hall table and led the father from the dark hall into the brightly lit living room. She sat him down on the sofa and poured two cups of tea from the teapot on the side table. The father could see the outline of her firm breasts through her tight fitting low cut top.

As she stood and walked round the coffee table he noticed her short flared skirt and fishnet stockings. She sat close to him and he was acutely aware of her perfume and her red lipstick, her knee pressing against his. ″So tell me Father, what are you going to do about Kathleen? She is very pretty and I would imagine very sexy″ Joan asked. David was looking at her breasts, her face was flushed, his face was hot and he knew he had a hard on. Joan’s hand ran along the inside of his thigh and found his erect cock. She stroked it along its length gently squeezing as she did so. Her hands undid his zip and released his cock pulling back his foreskin.

She lowered her head onto his cock first kissing the tip then teasing her tongue around his glans. In no time at all he was forcing his knob into the back of her throat as he shot his load, cum trickling down Joan’s chin. ″Well that was fun now it’s your turn to satisfy me″ She stood up taking him by the hand and pulling him to his feet leading him to the bedroom. Unbuttoning her blouse, she exposed her large DD breasts, her nipples were long and thin. She saw him looking ″From breast feeding my 6 kids, I still have milk″ she said as she squeezed her breast, a small drop appeared on the tip of her nipple.

She stepped out of her skirt as he sat on the edge of the bed. She joined him and laid down. He slid her knickers off throwing them onto the floor. She reached up and pulled his head down onto her breast, he could taste her milk as it entered his mouth, this was the first human milk he had ever tasted, his mother had bottle fed him. He found it exciting and started sucking greedily at her nipple filling his mouth. His hand ran down her body between her legs to find her clitoris. Soon her hips were writhing and her breathing was coming in short gasps as she moaned softly under his touch, he mounted her as she guided his erect cock up inside her. He didn’t want to make love, he wanted to fuck. No gentleness, no caressing, no kissing. His rod reaching deep inside her with every hard and fast thrust, as he felt himself coming inside her he gave an extra deep thrust. He slid off her and after recuperating from his crazy passion, he got dressed and left promising to see her again soon.