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Jenna, the Vicar’s Wife: Part 1
A sequel to "Jenna Goes to Church"
By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
A sequel to "Jenna Goes to Church. More fun with the ever-horny Jenna and the good chaps of St. Michael's church and beyond!
At the Vicarage Social, Jenna meets an ordained Priest.
A full year had passed since Jenna Fox had started attending St
Michael's church. During that time, she'd carried out God's work and in
the true Christian spirit, brought much happiness to several male
members of the church, thus helping them to become better Christians. In
her new role as a vicar's wife, she finds there are still many other
men of the church in need of guidance,
Reverend Simon Morris and his wife Jenna were holding their annual
November social at the vicarage. November always seemed such a
depressing month, when, after the initial excitement of Guy Fawkes
Night, nothing much happened. Christmas was still a little too far away,
although the shops had been selling festive stuff since September. It
got earlier every year.
The usual members of St. Michaels church were in attendance, Gordon
Leesmith the church organist and choirmaster, Josh the curate, Bishop
George, Yulia et al, plus a few new faces from other churches that Jenna
hadn't seen before.
Jenna was wearing a low-cut, black velvet dress and a diamond
encrusted cross necklace. A couple of times, she caught a tall,
serious-looking man in the corner of the room staring at her. He quickly
averted his eyes when she looked at him.
"Wonder who he is?" The chap was clad in black and wearing a clerical
collar, so evidently a vicar or priest of some kind. She knew most of
the clergy at the local churches, but had never seen this guy before.
Gordon was circulating, and on the hunt for a toilet. Beer always went straight to his bladder.
"Great atmosphere Jenna," he said, winking at her. "You look lovely by the way."
"Why thank you," she winked back. "You look rather fine yourself.
That navy blue suit, Umm. We need more men in suits. Down with casual
dress I say!" The organist still turned her on, despite her offloading
him onto Yulia's willing friend Martika. "A shame Martika couldn't
attend tonight."
"Yes, she's been struck down with flu. Been in bed all week."
"Aww." They looked at each other. Gordon's face bore an expression
that was pretty much screaming, "I am unbearably horny and really need a
fuck right now, I know you're the vicar's wife now but I still fancy
you like crazy and miss your lips on my cock, "
"Er is there a downstairs loo here?" He said. "There's a queue for the upstairs one and I'm bursting for a pee."
"Afraid not. Hard to believe in a house this size I know. There's
always the back garden. Plenty of bushes and it's dark." Jenna replied,
and tossing him a crumb of hope, added. "I might join you out there
later."
Gordon's face lit up. "Okay. Thanks!"
Jenna scanned the living room. Presently, her husband appeared. "Nice
to see so many guests. I didn't think so many would turn up!"
"I know, It's great!" Jenna couldn't help but notice that there were
way more male guests than female ones. "I wonder why that is?" She
grinned to herself. "By the way, who's that guy in the corner over
there? He looks like he's at a funeral rather than a vicarage social.
His face could turn milk sour."
Reverend Morris looked. "Oh. That's Father Aiden. He's a Catholic
priest. Only been in this neck of the woods for a few weeks. He's taken
over at St Gregory's. Prior to that he was based in Liverpool. Huge
Irish community there of course, and I believe he was born in Dublin."
"Can't get more stereotypically Irish, can he?" The name, the look:
Father Aiden had black hair, pale blue eyes and a bone-white complexion.
His hairstyle struck Jenna as being somewhat old-fashioned, with
sideburns.
"He'd be good at playing a vampire. Why's he looking so miserable? Is it because he's in a Church of England vicarage?"
Reverend Morris laughed. "Ha! No, my love. All denominations are
welcome at this vicarage, we've got the Oakwood Road Methodist guys here
too and the Living Earth Free Church. From what I've heard, Father
Aiden is just a very serious man. It's just how he is. He's probably
enjoying himself, even though he looks miserable."
"If he's a Catholic priest does that mean, "
"Oh yes. Vow of celibacy."
"That's the real reason he's miserable then!" Jenna replied.
"Indeed. Whilst I respect his vows, personally it's something I could never adhere to!"
"Nope. You like pussy too much, Rev."
"Jenna, shush! You're making me blush!"
"I'm right though."
"You know I can never get enough of your pussy," the vicar whispered
in her ear. "I must go and mingle, before I get another hard-on."
Jenna sensed the moment was right to get to know the mysterious
Father Aiden a bit better. The priest was currently being bored to death
by an elderly woman from St. Michael's who was lamenting the state of
modern Britain.
", And like I keep saying, this country went to the dogs long ago.
Useless, lying politicians, rising crime, rising cost of living.
Unbridled filth peddled on every street corner. I imagine, Father,
coming from a big city like Liverpool, this small town must seem like
paradise to you. Don't be fooled! County lines are a big problem! And
the local park. Would you believe it? It's become a dogging hotspot, "
Father Aiden said nothing and just nodded patiently at her. Sensing he needed rescuing, Jenna cut in.
"Sorry Mrs. Grimes, can I just interrupt and borrow Father Aiden for a minute? I need to discuss something."
"Oh be my guest," the pensioner replied. "He's not got a lot to say."
"Probably because he couldn't get a word in," Jenna muttered under
her breath as Mrs. Grimes shuffled off. "Allow me to introduce myself.
I'm Jenna, Reverend Morris' wife. Nice to meet you, Father Aiden." She
held out her hand, and he reluctantly shook it.
"Hello." The priest spoke at last, in a thick Irish accent, his dour expression unchanging.
"You look rather trapped. Too many people here for your liking?"
"A little." Father Aiden replied. He looked extremely uncomfortable
in Jenna's presence. "I'm still, finding my feet around this area."
"I'm sure you'll settle in just fine, Father. Have you tried any of
the buffet? My husband's a great cook; he's made some great cakes and, "
"Maybe later. I, I would appreciate a cup of tea if possible."
"Oh no problem. Why don't you take a seat in the snug? You'll find it more relaxing in there. Less chatter."
"Thanks." He skulked off. Jenna took a deep breath. "Blimey, what a
cold fish. I'd get better conversation out of a statue. Still, early
days. With a little bit of help, he's bound to open up sooner or later."
Far from putting her off, Father Aiden's stern exterior only served to
fascinate Jenna further. And the fact he was a celibate priest, .hmm.
That couldn't possibly be good for him, could it?
Moments later, she brought him a cup of tea. "Here you go," she said,
putting it on the side table by his chair and taking a seat opposite
him.
"Thanks, Mrs. Morris."
"Jenna, please."
He twitched. "Jenna."
"I've never met a Catholic priest before," Jenna said, and Father
Aiden straightened in the chair and braced himself for the usual
questions he was always asked, usually concerning vows of celibacy. He
swallowed as he noticed how close Jenna was to him.
Damn. She looks so much like Róisín, but even prettier. I can't believe this.
"Well, we're not that rare," he mumbled, sipping his tea.
"I know very little about the Catholic church," Jenna continued.
Nobody in my family is Catholic. Mostly Church of England, and a few
Methodists, "
"I'm sure your husband can help you with any questions you might
have," Father Aiden said, and Jenna wondered if this was his polite way
of saying "please leave me in peace."
Pretending to be upset, Jenna stood up. "I, I'm sure you're right,
Father. I'm sorry for bothering you." She hurried out of the snug.
Alone at last, Father Aiden smacked his forehead. "Why does this keep
happening to me? Why do I always end up saying the wrong thing?"
"Definitely a lot of issues with that one," Jenna smirked to herself.
A couple of chips on both shoulders methinks. I'm not giving up on the
good Father though. Maybe in time, he'll soften a little."
Gordon had successfully relieved himself on the rose bushes in the
vicarage's back garden. "Ah, that's better. I'm sure those plants needed
a good watering," he muttered, zipping up his trousers. Hearing the
back door opening, he spun round.
"Hi there," Jenna smiled. "It's a bit cold out here, Gordon. You'll be getting a chill in your organ pipe."
"Umm. I was hoping you might be able to warm it up."
Jenna glanced round and took him by the hand. "In that case, come with me, "
In the garage, Gordon's face flushed red with lust as Jenna leaned
against a car, hiked up her dress and slipped her hand inside her
drenched black panties. Her aroused smell met his nose and made his
stiff cock throb more than ever. Already his pre-cum was leaking out.
The fact that she was now the vicar's wife, was turning him on even
more.
"Oh God, Jenna. You always know what buttons to press," Gordon groaned, as she ran her hand down his crotch, cupping his bulge.
"Don't you mean which stops to pull out?" She teased, unzipping his
trousers. "Your cock is like the Wurlitzer organ in Blackpool Tower.
It's always rising."
"Ha-ha. That's why it needs you to play it," he chuckled. Jenna ran
her hand down the front of his y-fronts. "Ooh, I'm not the only one here
who's got damp undies!"
Gordon groaned again. Jenna pulled out his cock and squeezed his
balls. As she groped his manhood, she realized just how wet with pre-cum
it was.
"Nice and sticky, just how I like it." She knelt down and teasingly licked the head of his cock before putting it in her mouth.
"Umm yes!" Gordon hissed as the vicar's wife began giving him a good
blow. He'd remembered just how brilliantly Jenna was at giving blowjobs.
Back during that day in church, she'd given him some superb head.
Jenna withdrew and reclined on the bonnet of the car. She rubbed her
neatly-trimmed bush of pubic hair and Gordon knew what she wanted him to
do. With just one finger at first, the organist began tracing circles
around the outside of her wet pussy. Jenna moaned, enjoying the
attention, but wanting more. Sensing this, Gordon spread her pussy lips
with his finger and pushed inside her, spreading her walls and began to
fuck her with it. Then he lowered his head. Very slowly at first,
teasing her into a state of desperate pleasure, he tongued her, savoring
her juices.
"Oh Gordon!" Jenna screamed. She began moving her body in time to his
motions, trying to get his tongue to go even deeper. Then without
warning, Gordon stopped his treatment, as he felt her hand brush against
the head of his prick. "Slide your organ pipe in," she purred, knowing
he got such a kick from these corny phrases.
"With pleasure!"
Positioning the tip of his dick right up against her wet opening, he slid inside her and was soon thrusting with vigor.
"Umm, more Gordon! Yes!"
He continued pumping her hard and fast, pulling almost all the way
out and then slamming his dick all the way back in. He grabbed her hips
to steady himself, still fucking her rapidly. Then their coupled bodies
convulsed ferociously, and Gordon's pulsating member filled Jenna's
snatch with his cum.
"Here endeth the organ lesson," Jenna said, planting a kiss on his lips.
Gordon kissed her back. "Oh thanks Jenna. I enjoyed that immensely."
"And you really needed that!" She replied, adjusting her clothing.
"It's not good for an organist to have so much cum building up like
that, there might be a risk of a ruptured bellows."
Gordon zipped up his trousers. "Far worse than trapped wind!"
They both laughed. "We'd better get back to the party. I'll go first, okay?"
Jenna headed out of the garage. As she walked round the side of the house, she almost walked straight into Father Aiden.
"Oh!" He recoiled in shock. "Mrs, er, Jenna."
"Father Aiden! You made me jump! Don't tell me you're looking for a downstairs toilet too?"
He blinked. "Um no. I was, er, I wanted to apologies for earlier. I
was very rude. Whatever must you think of me? You being the vicar's wife
and all."
"I'd say you're a chap who's just finding his way in a new place,"
Jenna smiled. Even in the dark, his watery blue eyes seemed to be
staring right into her soul. "Anyways, apology accepted!" Before he
could say another word, she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Would you like
another cup of tea, Father?"
Father Aiden clutched his chest as though he'd glimpsed Satan himself. A look of horror on his face.
"What's the matter?" Jenna said, glancing back at him. "My tea isn't that bad is it?"
The Priest is caught masturbating
"Holy Spirit, come into my heart and show me my sins. Give me a
proper spirit of repentance and the grace to make a good confession.
Give me your peace that I might not be anxious but rather trust in your
abundant mercies."
Father Aiden said a prayer to himself. He was anxiously sitting in
his confessional, awaiting the arrival of any lost sheep who were in
need of his guidance. Here of all places, he needed to be focused on his
job as a priest, yet his mind was on other things. Last night, he'd
attended a gathering at St. Michael's vicarage. He hadn't really wanted
to go, as social events made him uncomfortable, but had gone along to
show willing. It had been his first social since he'd left Liverpool.
It had all been going well until he'd met the vicar's wife, Jenna.
The woman had shocked him to the core. She reminded him so much of
Róisín, a twentysomething woman whom he'd developed feelings for back in
Liverpool. He'd come perilously close to breaking his celibacy vows
with her, they'd kissed passionately a couple of times in the
confessional booth, until Father Aiden's nerves and guilt finally got
the better of him and he'd pushed her away. Feeling it best to move on
before things developed into something more serious, he quit his post
and requested to be moved elsewhere. He'd narrowly avoided a scandal.
Father Aiden was thirty-five, and had been a priest for eight years
now. He recalled his early years, growing up in a small village near
Dublin. As rigidly as he'd stuck to his celibacy vows since joining the
priesthood, Father Aiden was no virgin. As an eighteen year old, he'd
been an altar boy at his local church, and lost his virginity to Sara, a
much older married woman who was a member of the congregation. They'd
enjoyed passionate romps in the confessional booths, in the vestry, just
about everywhere. Sara had a very high sex drive and didn't get any
from her dull husband. Then a nightmare situation. Sara had fallen
pregnant. Aiden's world had been rocked.
In their strict Catholic community, even the thought of getting an
abortion was out of the question. Aiden had resigned himself to becoming
a young dad, but then just as he was starting to like the idea, fate
intervened and Sara suffered a miscarriage. He didn't think it would
have affected him so badly, but it did, and he blamed himself. It had
been a punishment from God. From that day on, Father Aiden made up his
mind to become a priest, much to the delight of his parents.
However, much as he tried to bury any sinful urges, Father Aiden
struggled. After Róisín, he hoped he wouldn't be attracted to another
woman, but now he'd seen Jenna Morris, and been immediately smitten.
"Dear God, help me not to be so weak in body and mind. I must cast out these sinful thoughts."
He was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the confessional.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned." A middle-aged man said. "It's been a week since my last confession."
Father Aiden composed himself and did his duty as a priest.
Jenna grinned as an Amazon delivery van pulled up outside the vicarage.
"Oh good. It's arrived. That was quick."
Reverend Morris was coming down the stairs as she was eagerly opening a parcel.
"What do you think?" Jenna said, holding up a nun costume.
"Ooh sexy. That'll turn heads at the church hall's fancy dress party
next month! How very naughty and sinful. Better hope that Father Aiden
doesn't turn up to that, eh? Might prove a bit too much for him! Talking
of which, would you mind calling at St. Gregory's and dropping off that
book he wanted to borrow?"
"No problem," Jenna replied. She picked up the paperback. "The Seeker
by S G Maclean. Oh, he's into historical fiction is he? Well good to
know he has other interests."
Reverend Morris started laughing. "Heh, I don't know how I coped when
the curate made that joke to him at the social. I know Josh had had way
too much to drink but, dear God, I could've died when he started going
on about Catholic priests lusting after choirboys."
"What? I must've missed that! It must've been when I was f, er, talking to Gordon."
"Yes. Father Aiden didn't see the funny side at all. I don't think
Josh will even remember what he said to him. Anyways, I had to
apologies!"
Jenna couldn't help but snigger. "By the way, who are you going to dress up as for the party?"
"Haven't decided yet. You once said I looked like Prince Edward,
perhaps I should dress as up in Royal robes and get a crown? Anyways, I
must get going. I've got a meeting with Bishop George. What a busy week.
Christopher's coming round tomorrow."
"It's be lovely to see him. If the weather's nice, we can have a day
out somewhere. I know how much he loves dinosaurs, why don't we take him
to the museum?"
"Sounds great! Okay, I'll be back around four. Take care my love. Do
give Father Aiden my best wishes." The vicar embraced her and they
shared a lingering kiss, before he reluctantly tore himself away.
Alone in the house, Jenna turned to the nun costume. Just how would
Father Aiden react? "That would be a risk worth taking," she said out
loud.
Father Aiden had retired to his study. Saturdays were always quiet,
and he relished this calm period. Reclining in a chair, he closed his
eyes,
Slowly, he unbuttoned his cassock. Before long he'd unzipped his
trousers too. He was alone in the privacy of his study. His dick was now
standing fully at attention. With mental images of Jenna Morris filling
his head, Father Aiden took it in his hand and stroked it. He started
talking out loud, as though reading out an erotic story where Jenna was
pleasuring him.
"She settles to her knees between my thighs, opens my cassock and reaches up to open my trousers."
He stopped and moaned.
"My willing lamb Jenna starts by licking the tip, tasting my precum.
It is like silk. She then takes the head into her mouth and sucks it,
darting her tongue into the slit. By now, I am rock hard, but still
silent. She then takes my entire shaft into her mouth and keeps it
there, running her tongue along the bottom. My cock shivers in her
mouth; my only reaction. For what she is about to receive, I know she is
truly thankful."
Father Aiden was furiously pumping his cock up and down. "I gently
place my hand on her head, and utter another prayer. My eyes are closed.
I am about to come. I can't explain how glorious a moment this is. My
lamb is so skilled, and now her sins shall be absolved."
He was panting as he felt his orgasm building.
Jenna parked the car in the street opposite St. Gregory's. The church
was a grand old building, double the size of St. Michael's. The plaque
on the railings described the church in eloquent fashion: ", an edifice
in the Early English style, consisting of a basidial chancel, nave,
transepts, north porch, lady chapel, and an embattled western tower,
added in 1894 and containing 8 bells."
"Never been in this church before. Oh well, first time for
everything." with her usual bold as brass demeanor, she entered the
church. "Wow, this is pretty ornate," she remarked. The place appeared
deserted. No churchwardens or other staff anywhere. There was no sign of
the priest. Jenna walked around the church, nosey-parkering here and
there. She waited for a while, wondering if someone might come out of
the confessional, but evidently that was empty too. Then she heard a
muffled voice coming from a door at the back of the church.
"She knows I am ready and expects me to moan or yell, but all I do is
tense slightly, for there are still other members of the congregation
in the church. Then she feels my load in her mouth. She swallows
everything, letting the last bit rest on her tongue so she can savor
it." Father Aiden continued muttering to himself, in between moans.
Jenna put her ear to the door. It was Father Aiden's voice alright,
and he sounded like he was talking to someone on the phone. Then a load
groan made her take a step back..
"What the hell is he doing in there?" She wondered. She was about to knock, but what he said next made her gasp.
"She continues to suck my cock, a soft and gentle motion, caressing
me with her lips and tongue, the feeling of this is indescribable. When
she removes her mouth, she kisses the tip of my cock, and I moan, oh
dear God, yes, yes!"
Jenna squinted and peered through the keyhole. Her eye widened as she
witnessed the priest reclined in a chair, masturbating furiously. He
had that same miserable expression on his face, but his pale complexion
was tinged with a blush, and he was grunting, seconds later he climaxed,
shooting his seed into his free hand.
"Oh wow!" Jenna couldn't believe what she was seeing. "No wonder he
was so miserable. Just look how horny the poor man is!" She licked her
lips. The priest had an attractive uncut cock and to say it was large
was an understatement. Though tempted to walk in and suck it right
there, Jenna decided against it. "No. Not yet. I must wait for the right
moment. And then I'll finally put a smile on this face."
As he recovered from his orgasm, Father Aiden finished with a prayer.
"God, I thank you for your abundant mercies. No sin of mine is beyond
your power to forgive, and your forgiveness has restored my soul to
friendship with you. Thank you for never ceasing to love me even when my
actions show that I do not love you fully. Thank you for seeking me out
as the shepherd seeks the lost sheep."
A dull thud outside the door brought him to his senses. Quickly, he
wiped the cum of his hand with a tissue and zipped up his trousers.
Cautiously opening the door, he looked around. The church was deserted,
but there was a vague scent of a familiar perfume in the air, where had
he smelt that before? He glanced down. And saw the book. He bent down to
pick it up.
"Holy Mother of God, "
Jenna had been here!
Beauty and the Priest
Friday night presented a perfect opportunity. Jenna's heart was
pounding as she made her way to the clergy house where Father Aiden
resided. The nun costume was proving to be quite itchy and
uncomfortable, seeing as she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. To
be expected of cheap Chinese tat purchased on Amazon. Still, the costume
would serve its purpose, she hoped.
Father Aiden reclined in an armchair as he read a chapter of the book
that had been left in the church. Normally, he would be immediately
engrossed in the story, but his mind was elsewhere.
"Did she hear what I was saying? She must've heard something."
The thought that the vicar's wife might have overheard what he'd been
saying was mortifying. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, jolting him back to
reality.
"Who could that be at this late hour?" The priest mused as he got up.
Usually the odd lost sheep called round, mostly Eileen Hattersley, a
lonely old widow always in desperate need of a chat and reassurance.
Then there was Bernard, a troubled fifty-something man whom Father Aiden
suspected was closeted.
He opened the front door. What he saw was almost sufficient to make him faint.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."
"Uh, Jenna? What, the, what are you doing here?"
"Well Father, I would've thought my intentions were rather obvious. Please may I come in?"
His stern expression remained the same. He took a deep breath as he
ushered her inside. "I know why you've come," he said at last. "You left
the book the other day, didn't you? You obviously heard me, in my
study."
"I did," Jenna replied. "And yes, I heard."
His ice-cold calmness slipped a little. "Celibacy, is hard," he
murmured, staring at the floor. "I can only apologies for the
disgraceful things you heard."
Jenna raised her hand and touched his cheek. "But you have nothing to
apologies for, Father. "Hearing you saying your erotic thoughts out
loud was a huge turn-on. And a relief as well. Nice to know that priests
have lustful urges like the rest of us."
"Oh dear God Jenna, that's just the problem. I'm having too many of
these lustful urges. I'm a poor servant of God. I can't stick to my
vows. I'm sinning whilst in church, what is God to do with me?"
Jenna thought for a moment. "Your opinion of God is different from
mine. I was always taught that because he sent Jesus, who died for us,
we do not need to fear eternal punishment for sin. You seem such an
unhappy man, Father. Why not be truly honest, as God knows your thoughts
anyway. Tell me, what do you truly want?"
The sight of her dressed as a nun and giggling in a coquettish manner
was sufficient to send blood surging to his manhood. He didn't reply,
just put his hands to her face and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
"Oh Father!" Jenna whispered.
The priest recoiled at once. "I-I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
"You are forgiven. Now please kiss me again."
He gazed at Jenna, moving his head in closer to kiss her on the lips.
She pressed up against his body, feeling his hands on the small of her
back. He broke it off. Jenna used the opportunity to gently bite the
side of his ear, running over his inner ear with her tongue. He
stiffened as she moved across his ear, going down until she got to the
lobe.
Father Aiden moaned, his breath warm on her cheek. His open mouth
pressing into it. He didn't respond further. Jenna dislodged herself
from his ear, causing him to look up as he moved his head.
"Come," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her into the
sitting room. Jenna liked the way he was taking control like this.
"Yes, Father."
In the middle of the room, he stood facing her.
"Kneel."
She did as he asked. Father Aiden unbuttoned his cassock, revealing a straining bulge in his black trousers.
"Please, heal me," he whispered.
Jenna needed no further encouragement. Putting her hands together in a
prayer, she smiled up at him. "For what I am about to receive, may the
Lord make me truly thankful." Slowly, she unbuckled his belt and started
on his trousers. Father Aiden's huge cock sprang free the moment she
unzipped them, and Jenna was surprised that he was commando under there.
"Are all Catholic priests as well-endowed as you?" She commented as she lowered her mouth over the end of his erection.
Father Aiden simply shrugged.
Jenna sucked on the head, tasting him as she ran her tongue over the
sensitive opening, while pumping the shaft with her hand. She took more
and more of his hardness into her mouth until she felt him hit the back
of her throat. She relaxed and pushed on until she had his entire holy
tool in her mouth and she was nuzzling his pubic hair. He groaned as he
grabbed the back of her head and thrust into her mouth. The priest could
not believe his eyes as Jenna took him into her mouth. Never would he
have dreamt that his dull evening would have ended like this. And yet
here this beautiful young woman was sucking on his hardened member. He
groaned with pleasure at the sensations of her warm mouth on him. He was
afraid to move at first, so he stood still, giving her free reign.
Jenna continued to suck and was amazed to see Father Aiden's erection
become even thicker and harder under her ministrations. She had never
seen anyone so well-endowed, putting even her husband to shame. Her
hands pumped the bottom of his shaft up and down as she continued to
suck.
Without saying anything, Father Aiden beckoned Jenna to stand up. He
led her to the armchair and raised the nun costume, above her waist. He
let out a sigh as Jenna's unclothed pussy was revealed to him. He liked
the fact she was unshaved down there, unlike so many of the women he'd
seen in porn videos, waxed and plucked so much that their pubic areas
reminded him of supermarket chickens. Father Aiden slid down and began
to slowly lick, nibble and suck her clitoris.
"Oh my God Father, " Jenna exclaimed.
Hearing her utter his title like that, emboldened him. He licked and
fingered her some more, and could feel her impending climax building,
her hips rose up, she arched her back and started to yell.
"Oh Father; oh, yes!
Father Aiden worked his tongue up inside her womanhood, swirling it
around. His upper lip brushed her clit and moments later she exploded,
squirting on his tongue and face. With a single finger, Father Aiden
took some of the juice and marked the sign of the cross on his forehead.
Still, he said nothing! After she'd recovered, he stood up and gently
helped Jenna to her feet. He looked deeply into her eyes, and brought
her lips to his.
They kissed passionately, Jenna tasting her own juices on the
priest's tongue. Finally, Father Aiden withdrew, and removed his
clothes. Jenna did the same, glad to be free of the itchy nun costume.
"Oh," she smiled, noticing his dark chest hair. She ran a finger
through it. Father Aiden took her hands in his and pulled her down to
the floor. He reclined on the sheepskin rug. The warmth and light from
the wood burning stove played across her body as Jenna straddled the
priest and slowly lowered herself onto his erect pole. His thick head
slid into her, stretching her to the limit. She paused to get adjusted
to the mass of flesh inside of her, then continued to push down, filling
herself.
Father Aiden groaned with pleasure as he felt himself enter Jenna's
tight opening. She kept moving up and down his shaft, each time lowering
herself further and further until he was completely buried inside of
her. The feeling of his erection deep inside her tight wet opening was
incredible. He reached up and caressed her breasts as Jenna rode up and
down his throbbing rod.
Pressure began to build in Father Aiden's groin as Jenna continued to
slide up and down his erection, slick with her juices. Her hot tunnel
gripped him like a vice and seeing this beautiful redhead riding him,
eyes closed, mouth open gasping with pleasure as he kneaded her breasts
was too much for him. He felt the pressure continue to build, then a
tightening at the base of his balls until he felt like he was about to
explode.
The waves of pleasure built to a peak until the continuous pummeling
pushed Jenna over the edge and her body convulsed as she climaxed a
second time. As she writhed in pleasure above him, Father Aiden felt
himself explode as he released his load deep into her womb. His cock
seemed to spasm forever as he shot spurt after spurt of cum, filling her
until he was completely drained. Jenna collapsed on top of him, also
completely spent.
When Jenna opened her eyes, Father Aiden was staring right back at her, and he was smiling. A truly lovely smile.
To be continued.
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A sequel to "Jenna Goes to Church. More fun with the ever-horny Jenna and the good chaps of St. Michael's church and beyond!
At the Vicarage Social, Jenna meets an ordained Priest.
A full year had passed since Jenna Fox had started attending St
Michael's church. During that time, she'd carried out God's work and in
the true Christian spirit, brought much happiness to several male
members of the church, thus helping them to become better Christians. In
her new role as a vicar's wife, she finds there are still many other
men of the church in need of guidance,
Reverend Simon Morris and his wife Jenna were holding their annual
November social at the vicarage. November always seemed such a
depressing month, when, after the initial excitement of Guy Fawkes
Night, nothing much happened. Christmas was still a little too far away,
although the shops had been selling festive stuff since September. It
got earlier every year.
The usual members of St. Michaels church were in attendance, Gordon
Leesmith the church organist and choirmaster, Josh the curate, Bishop
George, Yulia et al, plus a few new faces from other churches that Jenna
hadn't seen before.
Jenna was wearing a low-cut, black velvet dress and a diamond
encrusted cross necklace. A couple of times, she caught a tall,
serious-looking man in the corner of the room staring at her. He quickly
averted his eyes when she looked at him.
"Wonder who he is?" The chap was clad in black and wearing a clerical
collar, so evidently a vicar or priest of some kind. She knew most of
the clergy at the local churches, but had never seen this guy before.
Gordon was circulating, and on the hunt for a toilet. Beer always went straight to his bladder.
"Great atmosphere Jenna," he said, winking at her. "You look lovely by the way."
"Why thank you," she winked back. "You look rather fine yourself.
That navy blue suit, Umm. We need more men in suits. Down with casual
dress I say!" The organist still turned her on, despite her offloading
him onto Yulia's willing friend Martika. "A shame Martika couldn't
attend tonight."
"Yes, she's been struck down with flu. Been in bed all week."
"Aww." They looked at each other. Gordon's face bore an expression
that was pretty much screaming, "I am unbearably horny and really need a
fuck right now, I know you're the vicar's wife now but I still fancy
you like crazy and miss your lips on my cock, "
"Er is there a downstairs loo here?" He said. "There's a queue for the upstairs one and I'm bursting for a pee."
"Afraid not. Hard to believe in a house this size I know. There's
always the back garden. Plenty of bushes and it's dark." Jenna replied,
and tossing him a crumb of hope, added. "I might join you out there
later."
Gordon's face lit up. "Okay. Thanks!"
Jenna scanned the living room. Presently, her husband appeared. "Nice
to see so many guests. I didn't think so many would turn up!"
"I know, It's great!" Jenna couldn't help but notice that there were
way more male guests than female ones. "I wonder why that is?" She
grinned to herself. "By the way, who's that guy in the corner over
there? He looks like he's at a funeral rather than a vicarage social.
His face could turn milk sour."
Reverend Morris looked. "Oh. That's Father Aiden. He's a Catholic
priest. Only been in this neck of the woods for a few weeks. He's taken
over at St Gregory's. Prior to that he was based in Liverpool. Huge
Irish community there of course, and I believe he was born in Dublin."
"Can't get more stereotypically Irish, can he?" The name, the look:
Father Aiden had black hair, pale blue eyes and a bone-white complexion.
His hairstyle struck Jenna as being somewhat old-fashioned, with
sideburns.
"He'd be good at playing a vampire. Why's he looking so miserable? Is it because he's in a Church of England vicarage?"
Reverend Morris laughed. "Ha! No, my love. All denominations are
welcome at this vicarage, we've got the Oakwood Road Methodist guys here
too and the Living Earth Free Church. From what I've heard, Father
Aiden is just a very serious man. It's just how he is. He's probably
enjoying himself, even though he looks miserable."
"If he's a Catholic priest does that mean, "
"Oh yes. Vow of celibacy."
"That's the real reason he's miserable then!" Jenna replied.
"Indeed. Whilst I respect his vows, personally it's something I could never adhere to!"
"Nope. You like pussy too much, Rev."
"Jenna, shush! You're making me blush!"
"I'm right though."
"You know I can never get enough of your pussy," the vicar whispered
in her ear. "I must go and mingle, before I get another hard-on."
Jenna sensed the moment was right to get to know the mysterious
Father Aiden a bit better. The priest was currently being bored to death
by an elderly woman from St. Michael's who was lamenting the state of
modern Britain.
", And like I keep saying, this country went to the dogs long ago.
Useless, lying politicians, rising crime, rising cost of living.
Unbridled filth peddled on every street corner. I imagine, Father,
coming from a big city like Liverpool, this small town must seem like
paradise to you. Don't be fooled! County lines are a big problem! And
the local park. Would you believe it? It's become a dogging hotspot, "
Father Aiden said nothing and just nodded patiently at her. Sensing he needed rescuing, Jenna cut in.
"Sorry Mrs. Grimes, can I just interrupt and borrow Father Aiden for a minute? I need to discuss something."
"Oh be my guest," the pensioner replied. "He's not got a lot to say."
"Probably because he couldn't get a word in," Jenna muttered under
her breath as Mrs. Grimes shuffled off. "Allow me to introduce myself.
I'm Jenna, Reverend Morris' wife. Nice to meet you, Father Aiden." She
held out her hand, and he reluctantly shook it.
"Hello." The priest spoke at last, in a thick Irish accent, his dour expression unchanging.
"You look rather trapped. Too many people here for your liking?"
"A little." Father Aiden replied. He looked extremely uncomfortable
in Jenna's presence. "I'm still, finding my feet around this area."
"I'm sure you'll settle in just fine, Father. Have you tried any of
the buffet? My husband's a great cook; he's made some great cakes and, "
"Maybe later. I, I would appreciate a cup of tea if possible."
"Oh no problem. Why don't you take a seat in the snug? You'll find it more relaxing in there. Less chatter."
"Thanks." He skulked off. Jenna took a deep breath. "Blimey, what a
cold fish. I'd get better conversation out of a statue. Still, early
days. With a little bit of help, he's bound to open up sooner or later."
Far from putting her off, Father Aiden's stern exterior only served to
fascinate Jenna further. And the fact he was a celibate priest, .hmm.
That couldn't possibly be good for him, could it?
Moments later, she brought him a cup of tea. "Here you go," she said,
putting it on the side table by his chair and taking a seat opposite
him.
"Thanks, Mrs. Morris."
"Jenna, please."
He twitched. "Jenna."
"I've never met a Catholic priest before," Jenna said, and Father
Aiden straightened in the chair and braced himself for the usual
questions he was always asked, usually concerning vows of celibacy. He
swallowed as he noticed how close Jenna was to him.
Damn. She looks so much like Róisín, but even prettier. I can't believe this.
"Well, we're not that rare," he mumbled, sipping his tea.
"I know very little about the Catholic church," Jenna continued.
Nobody in my family is Catholic. Mostly Church of England, and a few
Methodists, "
"I'm sure your husband can help you with any questions you might
have," Father Aiden said, and Jenna wondered if this was his polite way
of saying "please leave me in peace."
Pretending to be upset, Jenna stood up. "I, I'm sure you're right,
Father. I'm sorry for bothering you." She hurried out of the snug.
Alone at last, Father Aiden smacked his forehead. "Why does this keep
happening to me? Why do I always end up saying the wrong thing?"
"Definitely a lot of issues with that one," Jenna smirked to herself.
A couple of chips on both shoulders methinks. I'm not giving up on the
good Father though. Maybe in time, he'll soften a little."
Gordon had successfully relieved himself on the rose bushes in the
vicarage's back garden. "Ah, that's better. I'm sure those plants needed
a good watering," he muttered, zipping up his trousers. Hearing the
back door opening, he spun round.
"Hi there," Jenna smiled. "It's a bit cold out here, Gordon. You'll be getting a chill in your organ pipe."
"Umm. I was hoping you might be able to warm it up."
Jenna glanced round and took him by the hand. "In that case, come with me, "
In the garage, Gordon's face flushed red with lust as Jenna leaned
against a car, hiked up her dress and slipped her hand inside her
drenched black panties. Her aroused smell met his nose and made his
stiff cock throb more than ever. Already his pre-cum was leaking out.
The fact that she was now the vicar's wife, was turning him on even
more.
"Oh God, Jenna. You always know what buttons to press," Gordon groaned, as she ran her hand down his crotch, cupping his bulge.
"Don't you mean which stops to pull out?" She teased, unzipping his
trousers. "Your cock is like the Wurlitzer organ in Blackpool Tower.
It's always rising."
"Ha-ha. That's why it needs you to play it," he chuckled. Jenna ran
her hand down the front of his y-fronts. "Ooh, I'm not the only one here
who's got damp undies!"
Gordon groaned again. Jenna pulled out his cock and squeezed his
balls. As she groped his manhood, she realized just how wet with pre-cum
it was.
"Nice and sticky, just how I like it." She knelt down and teasingly licked the head of his cock before putting it in her mouth.
"Umm yes!" Gordon hissed as the vicar's wife began giving him a good
blow. He'd remembered just how brilliantly Jenna was at giving blowjobs.
Back during that day in church, she'd given him some superb head.
Jenna withdrew and reclined on the bonnet of the car. She rubbed her
neatly-trimmed bush of pubic hair and Gordon knew what she wanted him to
do. With just one finger at first, the organist began tracing circles
around the outside of her wet pussy. Jenna moaned, enjoying the
attention, but wanting more. Sensing this, Gordon spread her pussy lips
with his finger and pushed inside her, spreading her walls and began to
fuck her with it. Then he lowered his head. Very slowly at first,
teasing her into a state of desperate pleasure, he tongued her, savoring
her juices.
"Oh Gordon!" Jenna screamed. She began moving her body in time to his
motions, trying to get his tongue to go even deeper. Then without
warning, Gordon stopped his treatment, as he felt her hand brush against
the head of his prick. "Slide your organ pipe in," she purred, knowing
he got such a kick from these corny phrases.
"With pleasure!"
Positioning the tip of his dick right up against her wet opening, he slid inside her and was soon thrusting with vigor.
"Umm, more Gordon! Yes!"
He continued pumping her hard and fast, pulling almost all the way
out and then slamming his dick all the way back in. He grabbed her hips
to steady himself, still fucking her rapidly. Then their coupled bodies
convulsed ferociously, and Gordon's pulsating member filled Jenna's
snatch with his cum.
"Here endeth the organ lesson," Jenna said, planting a kiss on his lips.
Gordon kissed her back. "Oh thanks Jenna. I enjoyed that immensely."
"And you really needed that!" She replied, adjusting her clothing.
"It's not good for an organist to have so much cum building up like
that, there might be a risk of a ruptured bellows."
Gordon zipped up his trousers. "Far worse than trapped wind!"
They both laughed. "We'd better get back to the party. I'll go first, okay?"
Jenna headed out of the garage. As she walked round the side of the house, she almost walked straight into Father Aiden.
"Oh!" He recoiled in shock. "Mrs, er, Jenna."
"Father Aiden! You made me jump! Don't tell me you're looking for a downstairs toilet too?"
He blinked. "Um no. I was, er, I wanted to apologies for earlier. I
was very rude. Whatever must you think of me? You being the vicar's wife
and all."
"I'd say you're a chap who's just finding his way in a new place,"
Jenna smiled. Even in the dark, his watery blue eyes seemed to be
staring right into her soul. "Anyways, apology accepted!" Before he
could say another word, she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Would you like
another cup of tea, Father?"
Father Aiden clutched his chest as though he'd glimpsed Satan himself. A look of horror on his face.
"What's the matter?" Jenna said, glancing back at him. "My tea isn't that bad is it?"
The Priest is caught masturbating
"Holy Spirit, come into my heart and show me my sins. Give me a
proper spirit of repentance and the grace to make a good confession.
Give me your peace that I might not be anxious but rather trust in your
abundant mercies."
Father Aiden said a prayer to himself. He was anxiously sitting in
his confessional, awaiting the arrival of any lost sheep who were in
need of his guidance. Here of all places, he needed to be focused on his
job as a priest, yet his mind was on other things. Last night, he'd
attended a gathering at St. Michael's vicarage. He hadn't really wanted
to go, as social events made him uncomfortable, but had gone along to
show willing. It had been his first social since he'd left Liverpool.
It had all been going well until he'd met the vicar's wife, Jenna.
The woman had shocked him to the core. She reminded him so much of
Róisín, a twentysomething woman whom he'd developed feelings for back in
Liverpool. He'd come perilously close to breaking his celibacy vows
with her, they'd kissed passionately a couple of times in the
confessional booth, until Father Aiden's nerves and guilt finally got
the better of him and he'd pushed her away. Feeling it best to move on
before things developed into something more serious, he quit his post
and requested to be moved elsewhere. He'd narrowly avoided a scandal.
Father Aiden was thirty-five, and had been a priest for eight years
now. He recalled his early years, growing up in a small village near
Dublin. As rigidly as he'd stuck to his celibacy vows since joining the
priesthood, Father Aiden was no virgin. As an eighteen year old, he'd
been an altar boy at his local church, and lost his virginity to Sara, a
much older married woman who was a member of the congregation. They'd
enjoyed passionate romps in the confessional booths, in the vestry, just
about everywhere. Sara had a very high sex drive and didn't get any
from her dull husband. Then a nightmare situation. Sara had fallen
pregnant. Aiden's world had been rocked.
In their strict Catholic community, even the thought of getting an
abortion was out of the question. Aiden had resigned himself to becoming
a young dad, but then just as he was starting to like the idea, fate
intervened and Sara suffered a miscarriage. He didn't think it would
have affected him so badly, but it did, and he blamed himself. It had
been a punishment from God. From that day on, Father Aiden made up his
mind to become a priest, much to the delight of his parents.
However, much as he tried to bury any sinful urges, Father Aiden
struggled. After Róisín, he hoped he wouldn't be attracted to another
woman, but now he'd seen Jenna Morris, and been immediately smitten.
"Dear God, help me not to be so weak in body and mind. I must cast out these sinful thoughts."
He was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the confessional.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned." A middle-aged man said. "It's been a week since my last confession."
Father Aiden composed himself and did his duty as a priest.
Jenna grinned as an Amazon delivery van pulled up outside the vicarage.
"Oh good. It's arrived. That was quick."
Reverend Morris was coming down the stairs as she was eagerly opening a parcel.
"What do you think?" Jenna said, holding up a nun costume.
"Ooh sexy. That'll turn heads at the church hall's fancy dress party
next month! How very naughty and sinful. Better hope that Father Aiden
doesn't turn up to that, eh? Might prove a bit too much for him! Talking
of which, would you mind calling at St. Gregory's and dropping off that
book he wanted to borrow?"
"No problem," Jenna replied. She picked up the paperback. "The Seeker
by S G Maclean. Oh, he's into historical fiction is he? Well good to
know he has other interests."
Reverend Morris started laughing. "Heh, I don't know how I coped when
the curate made that joke to him at the social. I know Josh had had way
too much to drink but, dear God, I could've died when he started going
on about Catholic priests lusting after choirboys."
"What? I must've missed that! It must've been when I was f, er, talking to Gordon."
"Yes. Father Aiden didn't see the funny side at all. I don't think
Josh will even remember what he said to him. Anyways, I had to
apologies!"
Jenna couldn't help but snigger. "By the way, who are you going to dress up as for the party?"
"Haven't decided yet. You once said I looked like Prince Edward,
perhaps I should dress as up in Royal robes and get a crown? Anyways, I
must get going. I've got a meeting with Bishop George. What a busy week.
Christopher's coming round tomorrow."
"It's be lovely to see him. If the weather's nice, we can have a day
out somewhere. I know how much he loves dinosaurs, why don't we take him
to the museum?"
"Sounds great! Okay, I'll be back around four. Take care my love. Do
give Father Aiden my best wishes." The vicar embraced her and they
shared a lingering kiss, before he reluctantly tore himself away.
Alone in the house, Jenna turned to the nun costume. Just how would
Father Aiden react? "That would be a risk worth taking," she said out
loud.
Father Aiden had retired to his study. Saturdays were always quiet,
and he relished this calm period. Reclining in a chair, he closed his
eyes,
Slowly, he unbuttoned his cassock. Before long he'd unzipped his
trousers too. He was alone in the privacy of his study. His dick was now
standing fully at attention. With mental images of Jenna Morris filling
his head, Father Aiden took it in his hand and stroked it. He started
talking out loud, as though reading out an erotic story where Jenna was
pleasuring him.
"She settles to her knees between my thighs, opens my cassock and reaches up to open my trousers."
He stopped and moaned.
"My willing lamb Jenna starts by licking the tip, tasting my precum.
It is like silk. She then takes the head into her mouth and sucks it,
darting her tongue into the slit. By now, I am rock hard, but still
silent. She then takes my entire shaft into her mouth and keeps it
there, running her tongue along the bottom. My cock shivers in her
mouth; my only reaction. For what she is about to receive, I know she is
truly thankful."
Father Aiden was furiously pumping his cock up and down. "I gently
place my hand on her head, and utter another prayer. My eyes are closed.
I am about to come. I can't explain how glorious a moment this is. My
lamb is so skilled, and now her sins shall be absolved."
He was panting as he felt his orgasm building.
Jenna parked the car in the street opposite St. Gregory's. The church
was a grand old building, double the size of St. Michael's. The plaque
on the railings described the church in eloquent fashion: ", an edifice
in the Early English style, consisting of a basidial chancel, nave,
transepts, north porch, lady chapel, and an embattled western tower,
added in 1894 and containing 8 bells."
"Never been in this church before. Oh well, first time for
everything." with her usual bold as brass demeanor, she entered the
church. "Wow, this is pretty ornate," she remarked. The place appeared
deserted. No churchwardens or other staff anywhere. There was no sign of
the priest. Jenna walked around the church, nosey-parkering here and
there. She waited for a while, wondering if someone might come out of
the confessional, but evidently that was empty too. Then she heard a
muffled voice coming from a door at the back of the church.
"She knows I am ready and expects me to moan or yell, but all I do is
tense slightly, for there are still other members of the congregation
in the church. Then she feels my load in her mouth. She swallows
everything, letting the last bit rest on her tongue so she can savor
it." Father Aiden continued muttering to himself, in between moans.
Jenna put her ear to the door. It was Father Aiden's voice alright,
and he sounded like he was talking to someone on the phone. Then a load
groan made her take a step back..
"What the hell is he doing in there?" She wondered. She was about to knock, but what he said next made her gasp.
"She continues to suck my cock, a soft and gentle motion, caressing
me with her lips and tongue, the feeling of this is indescribable. When
she removes her mouth, she kisses the tip of my cock, and I moan, oh
dear God, yes, yes!"
Jenna squinted and peered through the keyhole. Her eye widened as she
witnessed the priest reclined in a chair, masturbating furiously. He
had that same miserable expression on his face, but his pale complexion
was tinged with a blush, and he was grunting, seconds later he climaxed,
shooting his seed into his free hand.
"Oh wow!" Jenna couldn't believe what she was seeing. "No wonder he
was so miserable. Just look how horny the poor man is!" She licked her
lips. The priest had an attractive uncut cock and to say it was large
was an understatement. Though tempted to walk in and suck it right
there, Jenna decided against it. "No. Not yet. I must wait for the right
moment. And then I'll finally put a smile on this face."
As he recovered from his orgasm, Father Aiden finished with a prayer.
"God, I thank you for your abundant mercies. No sin of mine is beyond
your power to forgive, and your forgiveness has restored my soul to
friendship with you. Thank you for never ceasing to love me even when my
actions show that I do not love you fully. Thank you for seeking me out
as the shepherd seeks the lost sheep."
A dull thud outside the door brought him to his senses. Quickly, he
wiped the cum of his hand with a tissue and zipped up his trousers.
Cautiously opening the door, he looked around. The church was deserted,
but there was a vague scent of a familiar perfume in the air, where had
he smelt that before? He glanced down. And saw the book. He bent down to
pick it up.
"Holy Mother of God, "
Jenna had been here!
Beauty and the Priest
Friday night presented a perfect opportunity. Jenna's heart was
pounding as she made her way to the clergy house where Father Aiden
resided. The nun costume was proving to be quite itchy and
uncomfortable, seeing as she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. To
be expected of cheap Chinese tat purchased on Amazon. Still, the costume
would serve its purpose, she hoped.
Father Aiden reclined in an armchair as he read a chapter of the book
that had been left in the church. Normally, he would be immediately
engrossed in the story, but his mind was elsewhere.
"Did she hear what I was saying? She must've heard something."
The thought that the vicar's wife might have overheard what he'd been
saying was mortifying. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, jolting him back to
reality.
"Who could that be at this late hour?" The priest mused as he got up.
Usually the odd lost sheep called round, mostly Eileen Hattersley, a
lonely old widow always in desperate need of a chat and reassurance.
Then there was Bernard, a troubled fifty-something man whom Father Aiden
suspected was closeted.
He opened the front door. What he saw was almost sufficient to make him faint.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."
"Uh, Jenna? What, the, what are you doing here?"
"Well Father, I would've thought my intentions were rather obvious. Please may I come in?"
His stern expression remained the same. He took a deep breath as he
ushered her inside. "I know why you've come," he said at last. "You left
the book the other day, didn't you? You obviously heard me, in my
study."
"I did," Jenna replied. "And yes, I heard."
His ice-cold calmness slipped a little. "Celibacy, is hard," he
murmured, staring at the floor. "I can only apologies for the
disgraceful things you heard."
Jenna raised her hand and touched his cheek. "But you have nothing to
apologies for, Father. "Hearing you saying your erotic thoughts out
loud was a huge turn-on. And a relief as well. Nice to know that priests
have lustful urges like the rest of us."
"Oh dear God Jenna, that's just the problem. I'm having too many of
these lustful urges. I'm a poor servant of God. I can't stick to my
vows. I'm sinning whilst in church, what is God to do with me?"
Jenna thought for a moment. "Your opinion of God is different from
mine. I was always taught that because he sent Jesus, who died for us,
we do not need to fear eternal punishment for sin. You seem such an
unhappy man, Father. Why not be truly honest, as God knows your thoughts
anyway. Tell me, what do you truly want?"
The sight of her dressed as a nun and giggling in a coquettish manner
was sufficient to send blood surging to his manhood. He didn't reply,
just put his hands to her face and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
"Oh Father!" Jenna whispered.
The priest recoiled at once. "I-I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
"You are forgiven. Now please kiss me again."
He gazed at Jenna, moving his head in closer to kiss her on the lips.
She pressed up against his body, feeling his hands on the small of her
back. He broke it off. Jenna used the opportunity to gently bite the
side of his ear, running over his inner ear with her tongue. He
stiffened as she moved across his ear, going down until she got to the
lobe.
Father Aiden moaned, his breath warm on her cheek. His open mouth
pressing into it. He didn't respond further. Jenna dislodged herself
from his ear, causing him to look up as he moved his head.
"Come," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her into the
sitting room. Jenna liked the way he was taking control like this.
"Yes, Father."
In the middle of the room, he stood facing her.
"Kneel."
She did as he asked. Father Aiden unbuttoned his cassock, revealing a straining bulge in his black trousers.
"Please, heal me," he whispered.
Jenna needed no further encouragement. Putting her hands together in a
prayer, she smiled up at him. "For what I am about to receive, may the
Lord make me truly thankful." Slowly, she unbuckled his belt and started
on his trousers. Father Aiden's huge cock sprang free the moment she
unzipped them, and Jenna was surprised that he was commando under there.
"Are all Catholic priests as well-endowed as you?" She commented as she lowered her mouth over the end of his erection.
Father Aiden simply shrugged.
Jenna sucked on the head, tasting him as she ran her tongue over the
sensitive opening, while pumping the shaft with her hand. She took more
and more of his hardness into her mouth until she felt him hit the back
of her throat. She relaxed and pushed on until she had his entire holy
tool in her mouth and she was nuzzling his pubic hair. He groaned as he
grabbed the back of her head and thrust into her mouth. The priest could
not believe his eyes as Jenna took him into her mouth. Never would he
have dreamt that his dull evening would have ended like this. And yet
here this beautiful young woman was sucking on his hardened member. He
groaned with pleasure at the sensations of her warm mouth on him. He was
afraid to move at first, so he stood still, giving her free reign.
Jenna continued to suck and was amazed to see Father Aiden's erection
become even thicker and harder under her ministrations. She had never
seen anyone so well-endowed, putting even her husband to shame. Her
hands pumped the bottom of his shaft up and down as she continued to
suck.
Without saying anything, Father Aiden beckoned Jenna to stand up. He
led her to the armchair and raised the nun costume, above her waist. He
let out a sigh as Jenna's unclothed pussy was revealed to him. He liked
the fact she was unshaved down there, unlike so many of the women he'd
seen in porn videos, waxed and plucked so much that their pubic areas
reminded him of supermarket chickens. Father Aiden slid down and began
to slowly lick, nibble and suck her clitoris.
"Oh my God Father, " Jenna exclaimed.
Hearing her utter his title like that, emboldened him. He licked and
fingered her some more, and could feel her impending climax building,
her hips rose up, she arched her back and started to yell.
"Oh Father; oh, yes!
Father Aiden worked his tongue up inside her womanhood, swirling it
around. His upper lip brushed her clit and moments later she exploded,
squirting on his tongue and face. With a single finger, Father Aiden
took some of the juice and marked the sign of the cross on his forehead.
Still, he said nothing! After she'd recovered, he stood up and gently
helped Jenna to her feet. He looked deeply into her eyes, and brought
her lips to his.
They kissed passionately, Jenna tasting her own juices on the
priest's tongue. Finally, Father Aiden withdrew, and removed his
clothes. Jenna did the same, glad to be free of the itchy nun costume.
"Oh," she smiled, noticing his dark chest hair. She ran a finger
through it. Father Aiden took her hands in his and pulled her down to
the floor. He reclined on the sheepskin rug. The warmth and light from
the wood burning stove played across her body as Jenna straddled the
priest and slowly lowered herself onto his erect pole. His thick head
slid into her, stretching her to the limit. She paused to get adjusted
to the mass of flesh inside of her, then continued to push down, filling
herself.
Father Aiden groaned with pleasure as he felt himself enter Jenna's
tight opening. She kept moving up and down his shaft, each time lowering
herself further and further until he was completely buried inside of
her. The feeling of his erection deep inside her tight wet opening was
incredible. He reached up and caressed her breasts as Jenna rode up and
down his throbbing rod.
Pressure began to build in Father Aiden's groin as Jenna continued to
slide up and down his erection, slick with her juices. Her hot tunnel
gripped him like a vice and seeing this beautiful redhead riding him,
eyes closed, mouth open gasping with pleasure as he kneaded her breasts
was too much for him. He felt the pressure continue to build, then a
tightening at the base of his balls until he felt like he was about to
explode.
The waves of pleasure built to a peak until the continuous pummeling
pushed Jenna over the edge and her body convulsed as she climaxed a
second time. As she writhed in pleasure above him, Father Aiden felt
himself explode as he released his load deep into her womb. His cock
seemed to spasm forever as he shot spurt after spurt of cum, filling her
until he was completely drained. Jenna collapsed on top of him, also
completely spent.
When Jenna opened her eyes, Father Aiden was staring right back at her, and he was smiling. A truly lovely smile.
To be continued.
By Blacksheep, for Literotica.
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