Is it sinfulness; or desire for a blessing?

By cocteleo. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010A London Parish Vicar

Reverend

William Seldon, vicar of a well-to-do church in London, was having a

hard time writing his next sermon. He was in the middle of wrestling

with the topic of the evils of lust when his housekeeper knocked on his

study door and came in bearing a tea tray.

As

the plump and comfortable middle-aged woman set it down on his desk,

she said, "Begging your pardon, sir, but I thought you might like a bite

or two."

"Ah yes, thank you, Mrs. Blandford." He set his pen down and rubbed at his tired eyes.

His

servant gave him a scolding look as she poured him a cup and handed him

a plate of biscuits. "You've been working too hard, sir. You need to

rest more!"

Mrs.

Blandford bustled around the small space, straightening and picking up

discarded handkerchiefs and odds and ends, and after once more

admonishing him to take a break, she left him alone again.

William

sighed as he distractedly ran his hands through his hair and stared

unseeing down at what he had written. The problem wasn't that he had

been working too hard. His church was not in the most fashionable part

of town, but nor was it in an impoverished part either. There were

plenty of middle-class Londoners among his flock, and they were a tame

lot who paid their tithes on time. No, he did not worry about their

everlasting souls, nor did he worry about his financial status, which

was quite comfortable.

One

paragraph of his sermon caught his eye. "To lust is to submit to the

Devil's will. It is a dark and twisted path to hell, and we must do all

that we can to maintain purity and innocence of mind. To live healthy

and clean is to gain the path of Heaven."

William

leaned back in his chair, looking at the wall where a portrait of his

deceased father hung. His father had also been a vicar and moreover, an

extremely moral, upright man. The grim face in the portrait was set in

lines of disapproval, as if he knew William's shameful, dark thoughts.

If

only his problems were as simple as material wealth and the salvation

of his congregants! No, his problem was worse, much worse. He struggled

mightily for a minute, trying to focus on his sermon, but there was no

helping it. With a shameful desperation, he sprang to his feet and

locked the door, quickly returning to his desk.

After

opening the bottom drawer, he easily found and pulled out a booklet

from its hiding place. The pages were worn and thin from many readings.

He flipped it open to his favorite part, a series of illustrations that

began with an extremely well-endowed woman fellating a man with a giant

cock. Just the sight of those beloved pages had him immediately hard and

ready, and he took his cock out of his breeches and began stroking it

with a sigh of pleasure as he gazed hungrily at the naughty pictures.

Instead

of the woman in the drawings, however, he imagined instead a young

woman with curly blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, kneeling before him

and wrapping her pink lips around his cock. She was voracious, sucking

and licking him with complete abandon and enthusiasm. William could

almost feel the moist heat, the sucking pull of her mouth.

It

had been a long time since he had felt a woman's touch. He and his

friend, Andrew Jennings, had gone to quite a few brothels during their

university days. There were also several willing barmaids in the local

taverns who were always ready for a tumble with randy young students in

exchange for a few coins. But ever since he had taken over his London

parish as vicar, he felt a heavy weight of responsibility, and could

always hear in his mind his father's sober remonstrances to lead his

flock by example.

Closing

his eyes, William focused again on the thought of the young woman's

luscious body. Just yesterday, as they were climbing the narrow stairs

of the Tower of London, he had allowed her to pass him and she had

squeezed by, inadvertently brushing her round arse against the front of

his trousers, where he was, as always around her, sporting a substantial

bulge. Then, on the way down, she had bumped her large, soft breasts

against his chest. He groaned now, remembering the feel of those plump,

bouncing orbs. Those simple, innocent touches had kept him hard during

the entire excursion, which made it damned difficult to go up and down

those stairs!

He

pumped his dripping member ever harder now, thinking of her ample

bosom. In his fantasy, she wrapped her fat tits around his cock, using

her tongue on the head as it appeared between the pale mounds with every

stroke. He fisted himself ever faster, nearing his release, panting

now. William turned the page again to see the woman laid out on her

back, taking that huge cock into her cunt. In his imaginings, her face

transformed into one of ripe, young innocence, trusting and loving as he

thrust into her tight, wet cunny. When she licked her lips and gave him

a sultry smile, William was done for.

"Oh

fuck!" he grunted as he came, his balls boiling with pleasure. He

caught his seed in his handkerchief before it could soil his shirt, and

gave his cock a few more slow strokes, savoring the echoes of his

blissful release.

Fleetingly,

he thought of the last time he had lain with a woman, during an orgy

that he and Andrew had attended as a last hurrah before being ordained a

few years ago. He had fucked so many women that night, his cock had

been slightly raw the next day. There was one busty woman that he had

pounded into from behind while she sucked on Andrew's shaft, moaning

lasciviously the whole time. Her cunny had felt so tight and hot and

wet, and her round ass had bounced appealingly with every thrust. Three

years was too long to go celibate, perhaps. It was as good as any reason

to blame for his recent insatiable sexual appetite.

As

soon as his lusty urges had been sated, he was again filled with the

same shame and self-admonishment that had been haunting him more and

more lately. Groaning, he crumpled the handkerchief into a ball and

buttoned himself back up. Mrs. Blandford must wonder why he went through

so many handkerchiefs every day.

With

a heavy sigh, tinged with guilt, he carefully put away the dirty

picture book and turned again to his sermon. Lust! He felt like such a

fraud. He couldn't even go one day without stroking himself off. In

fact, he often did it two or three times a day now.

The Chamberlains in London

The

clock on the mantel chimed the hour and William stood, both trepidation

and excitement filling him. It was time to call on the Chamberlains'.

Two

months ago, he had received a letter from another Oxford friend, Henry

Carter. Henry had gotten married two years ago to Miss Belinda

Chamberlain and already had one son. Andrew Jennings, on a visit to him

in Glenwood, had met and soon married the middle sister, Fiona.

In

the letter, Henry had explained that his father and mother-in-law were

in town with their youngest daughter, Jane, for the London season. Could

William be so kind as to pay a call? Without her two sisters, b