Forgive Me Father DAVID

Two very different womenn

It was raining as David walked home confused, in two days he had fucked two very different woman, he had loved every minute with both of them only now he was feeling guilty. Strangely, not over breaking his vows to God but because he felt he had betrayed Kathleen. He knew he would have to tell her about Joan and for the first time in his life he felt real fear, but fear of what? Losing her, or her screaming from the roof tops that he was a bad priest. He was surprised when he realised he really did not care who knew, but he was petrified of losing her. For the first time in his life he knew what love was, his mother and father had been to busy with their own life to show him any real love.

At the seminary he had not had any real friendships and Father Gregory had only taught him sex had to be paid for with pain. He had avoided any homosexual entanglements and until last night his sexual experiences had been listening and seeing his mothers sexual antics. Now he was at the door, he took a deep breath and walked in, Kathleen was sat on the settee in the living room watching the TV, a glass of vodka and orange in her hand. She switched off the TV and went to the kitchen to pour him a large whisky, walked back to the settee and sat down, her skirt riding up as she sat.

He sat next to her, he took a long drink and looked at her acutely aware of her perfume and her breasts as they protruded from her tight jumper. He could see she was not wearing a bra and he knew with what he had to tell her she would leave him but he could not, not tell her even if he was wrecking his only chance of happiness. ″What’s wrong Dave?″ ″Kathleen, there is no easy way to tell you this but I had sex with Joan Cartwright. I am so sorry″ he said with fear in his voice. ″No you’re not or if you are, you are the first man ever, no don’t deny it, all men like sex with as many partners as they can get. I woke you up I can’t blame you for trying the water″. ″You’re not annoyed?″ he asked surprised by her reaction, ″No, actually I am glad for you.

She is very experienced from what I hear, her husband was quite a stud. You should learn a lot with her″. ″Are you saying you don’t mind my having sex with her?″ ″As long as it’s me you really want then no I don’t mind″. After a few seconds of silence she said ″It’s your turn to pour the drinks″. He took her glass, made her another vodka and orange and poured himself a quadruple whisky. He sat next to her taking a sip of the whisky, looking at her sitting there smiling. He put his glass down taking hers and placing it next to his on the table. He reached his arm out and she slipped her head onto his shoulder and they sat snuggled for ages until she said ″I’m going for a bath, coming?″

David sat and finished his drink, got up and went to the bathroom. She was already in the bath, her firm breasts floating on the water, her public hair waving as she moved. He sat on the edge of the bath blown away by her beauty and how much she reminded him of his mother. He stood up stripping his clothes off and dropping them onto the floor as he stepped into the bath. She reached out and took him in her hand wiping the soap along his length before dropping it in the bath. She washed his cock and balls, and then took the sponge to wash off the soap.

His hand found the soap and rubbed it over her breasts which he rubbed and kneaded, her nipples getting bigger and harder as he went. He sponged them off and moved onto her stomach and legs. After she stepped out of the bath he joined her, wrapping a towel around his waist and towelled her dry with her favourite fluffy towel. Exhausted, they went to the bedroom and got in bed. She lay with her back to him as he put his arms around her and held her tight, his lips kissing the back of her neck and they both fell asleep.

The following morning Kathleen was up first and brought him his tea ″Breakfast in 20 minutes″ she said as she walked out. After Breakfast he walked to the Church, it was the Parish Church of Deal, despite lying on the outskirts of the town and there being several other churches close by. It gained its name from the Saint to whom it is dedicated. It serves the local community as the mother church of a Benefice (group of churches) which holds services several times a week in all four churches, with each church having its own unique look and feel.

Joan was already there with Amanda, her ‘Good morning Father’ did not betray any of last night. His ‘good morning ladies’ sounded to him to be stilted but neither showed any sign of anything wrong. He was surprised when Kathleen came in and called Joan outside, he waited for the sounds of the argument but they did not come. All day he fretted about what they had talked about but when he went home, Kathleen was her normal happy self as she announced Joan would like him to go around at 7.30. as she had some thing for him.

He arrived at Joan’s on time and knocked, she opened the door almost immediately ″Come in Dave″ she said in a very friendly tone and so he walked through into the living room. Sitting with a glass in her hand was Mavis, she was another of the ladies from the church. Her husband had been the organist until his stroke 3 years ago, he was now in full time care in a hospice. Mavis looked at him with a faintly quizzical smile, unlike Joan who was fairly plump Mavis was tall for a woman and very slim apart from her breasts which were large. ″Joan here tells me you’re a naughty Boy″, he felt the fear rising in him as she went on.

″I like naughty boys much more fun than the good ones″ Mavis said, more to tease him than anything. Joan led him to the settee and sat him down between them. ″I hope you don’t mind David but Mavis and I have been helping each other out since my husband died and hers went into hospital, and I know how much she has wanted a man. So I thought I would share you with her, Kathleen told me you told her about us and this morning she asked me if I could help to teach you about women and sex and Mavis has agreed to help. So what do you think you get all 3 of us. Kathleen alone and us together or alone which ever you prefer″. ″I think I will go, this is a mistake″ said the father feeling rather embarrassed. Joan pulled him to her and her lips found his, he returned her kisses, his hands worked their way to her breasts.

A hand was stroking his balls and cock but it was not Joan’s. He could feel his erection growing as Mavis rubbed her hand between his legs. She was squeezing his balls and soon she had his cock out rubbing and sucking it as Joan who had now freed her tits was feeding him her milk. Mavis came over to the other side of Joan and after expressing some milk she began to drink from Joan’s other tit. Joan was holding both their heads to her tits moaning gently as they set about emptying her of her milk. Walking to the bedroom, the girls undressed David and pushed him onto the bed.

Joan knelt on the floor as Mavis lifted a leg onto her shoulder, Joan began to lick her Clitoris, Mavis moaning as her orgasm built. David could stand it no more. He pulled Mavis’ legs onto his shoulders his cock entered her arse, Joan’s hand between his legs squeezing his balls which were full to busting then he was coming Mavis’s legs were nearly on her shoulders as his cock rammed home deeper than he ever had before as he spunk shot into her she was screaming as she came with him.