DISCLAIMER:
All characters engaged in sexual situations are at least 18 years old.
The church was quiet now that the service was over and everybody had gone to their Sunday noon meals. The vicar looked over the pews and noticed the lone woman seated in the back with her head down as if in prayer. He didn't recognize her and realized that she wasn't one of his regular flock. With his black cassock swishing around his ankles, he approached her but she suddenly looked up and when she noticed him approaching her, she quickly rose and left through the front doors of the church.
"Hey, miss! Can I help you?" he called out. But she was well away from the door by that time and striding down the street at a rapid pace.
He shook his head in bewilderment and turned back towards the altar thinking about how attractive the woman had been.
He remembered that she had small breasts, blue eyes, and a light auburn head of hair. He guessed her to be about his height and age. As to her weight, all he could say was that she was slim and apparently well-toned.
Father Donald made his way into the sacristy and took his cassock off, hanging it on a hanger on the hook behind the door. Finishing hanging the cassock, he carefully locked the church door behind him on his way to the vicarage next door.
He was a bachelor on his first solo posting and was a decent looking guy with dark brown hair, a small moustache, brown eyes, and a set of abs which would make a body builder envious. To say that he had caught the eye of several of the younger members of the congregation would be an understatement. Of course, what these young ladies didn't know was that Father Donald was well-hung between his legs. To say that some of these girls were tempting him was also an understatement and he had many a wet dream about them, sometimes solo and sometimes in twosomes and threesomes. Still, he didn't act on his impulses, more afraid of what the bishop would say than he should have been.
Still the unknown woman kept coming back to him as he walked across the grass and let himself into the vicarage. He was intrigued by her and her looks had him instantly hard and that hardness hadn't lessened since she had left the church.
He decided to put her out of his mind for the time being. Taking out two slices of bread, he fixed himself a bacon and egg sandwich with a slice of cheese and a daub of mustard to flavor it.
Even after trying to put the woman out of his mind, Father Donald's cock was still as hard as steel and was getting painfully cramped within his trousers and underwear. He did what came naturally to most men and released his cock from its prison. Then he gave it a few tentative strokes before getting into a rhythm that quickly emptied his balls into a paper dinner napkin. It didn't help at all. He was still horny and couldn't understand why. He had many pretty young women in his parish and none of them seemed to have affected him as this stranger had. There was just something about her that intrigued him.
Two Sundays later, Father Donald noticed the same woman sitting in the back pew long after the service had ended. This time, when he approached her, she did not run from the church. He noticed that she was cleanly dressed and, once again, his cock sprang to a semi-rigid state on its way to full erection.
"Hello. I'm Father Donald. I couldn't help but notice you sitting back here all by yourself. What's your name, may I ask?"
"Helen Dunn, Father."
"Well, Miss Dunn, why are you sitting here all by yourself? The service ended a half an hour ago."
"I've no place to go."
"No place? Surely, you have a home to go to."
"No. I don't have a home. I've been staying with my brother and his wife for the past three weeks and they are getting tired of having me around their house. In fact, this morning they told me to get out."
"I see." Actually, he didn't see at all. "I saw you here two weeks ago. Why did you run?"
"I was scared. I'm scared now, to be truthful."
"Why are you scared?"
"I don't have a home of my own anymore. My husband died two months ago without a will and the family swooped in to claim everything they could get from his death including the house. They left me with nothing except a quickly dwindling bank account and a brother who doesn't want me in his house any longer. What's to become of me, Father?"
"Why doesn't your brother want you in his house?"
"My husband, Billy, died under suspicious circumstances and I'm being investigated for his death--the police seem to think I killed him."
"Did you?"
"No! I wasn't even home when he was killed, but he died in the middle of having sex or at least that is what the police claim. So, they think I stabbed him in the heart while we were, you know, having sex and then ran away. I don't even know who the woman could be, but it wasn't me!" Tears were now running down her face and Father Donald handed her his handkerchief, accidently brushing his hand across her breast in the process.
"Oh, excuse me Mrs. Dunn. I didn't mean to do that."
"I know, Father. It's OK. "
He looked and noticed that her nipples were now jutting out through her bra and his mouth began to water thinking of sucking on her beautiful big nubbins
. Get hold of yourself man! She's a grieving widow for God's sake.
He looked away and tried to compose himself, but his cock was harder than it had been in quite a while. His mind was forgetting he was a priest and wasn't supposed to think along the lines of how much he wanted to sink his hardened cock deep into her pussy--her hot and moist cunt.
"Listen, Helen, I can solve your problem of where to stay tonight and maybe tomorrow night, but we have to find you someplace to live starting tomorrow."
"Where?"
"The vicarage has a spare bedroom you can stay in for at most two nights."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Yes, but only for two nights."
"I'll do anything for two nights in a warm bed." Helen sidled up closer to Father Donald and her hand was getting dangerously close to the lump in his trousers.
Father Donald was thinking:
Anything? Did she say anything?
His cock took a jump in his pants as he thought of all the possibilities especially as she got closer to him and his suppressed, until now, manhood.
Then, Helen's hand contacted his cock which twitched violently and threatened to spurt before it had even gotten out of his trousers.
"Not here in the church. Let me lock this place up and we'll go over to the vicarage where we can have some privacy."
"I can't wait much longer. I haven't been fucked in a couple of months. Billy and I usually fucked at least twice a day and it has been a long dry spell for me. I need to be fucked!"
"And, I can't wait to do the fucking. My cock is so hard that it hurts." The doors to the church were finally locked and Father Donald led the way over to the vicarage.
As the doors to the vicarage closed behind them, Helen was quickly removing her clothes and tossing them on the floor of the living room. She soon stood in front of the sofa without a stich of clothing covering her. Father Donald was soon standing in front of her with his cock pointing straight at her dripping pussy. Her arousal was evident in the dew covering her pussy hair and the hard nipples poking out from her magnificent, smallish tits. His arousal showed with the pre-cum dripping from the end of his cock.
"My God, Donald, your cock is magnificent!" Helen reached out and grasped his cock finding that her hands had a hard time reaching around the girth of the hardened piece of man-meat.
"May I suck on your beautiful tits?" Without waiting for an answer Father Donald bent over and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, washing it with his tongue.
Suddenly, he lost the nipple as Helen dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. He groaned in unison with Helen as she sucked his cock like a vacuum cleaner. Helen's head started bobbing up and down the length of his cock leaving almost two inches showing at the base.
As thrilled as he was with Helen's cock sucking, he lifted her up and wrapped her in his arms, leading her into his bedroom where they fell in a heap on his bed. He quickly flipped her onto her back and in one almost savage thrust he speared her pussy with his rigid cock. She gasped with pleasure as he bottomed out in her drenched cunt and started thrusting in and out with a purpose--to shoot his sperm laden cum deep inside her receptive womb.
"More! Give me more of your wonderful cock! Fuck me and make me cum."
"I'll fuck you and we'll both cum. "
He watched as his fleshy spear pushed in and out of her hot soaking pussy. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Fuck! How did a man of the cloth learn how to fuck so well?"
"I'm a man first. I learned to fuck just after I turned eighteen."
With that being said, he upped his strokes to the point where he could feel his cockhead poking at her cervix. What she could not swallow earlier was making her squirm in delight as his cock's tip poked at her cervix.
"Who taught you?"
"Taught me what?"
"How to fuck as well as you do?"
"I've never told anybody this, but my mother took my virginity."
"You fucked your own mother?"
"Yes. She and my sister taught me everything that I know about fucking."
"They both did a great job" Helen said as she grunted in time with his thrusts. "Now, you motherfucker, give me your cum deep inside me."
So, the vicar did. He shot two or three strong ropes of semen deep inside her as she clamped her cunt solidly around his cock and went into her own orgasm.
After they had disentangled themselves, Father Donald offered Helen a cigarette--his third vice after sex and alcohol. She accepted and they lay beside each other calming their bodies down from the orgasmic high they had both been on only moments before.
"I thought priests took a vow of celibacy."
"We do, but I'm addicted to sex and can't help myself when I meet a woman who wants to fuck me. But, I am a one woman at a time man. As long as you want to fuck me and we can find a way for you to live here with me, I won't be fucking anybody else."
