Reverend Chip Thompson of 62 years was sitting on a bench at the local park of a small town on a Wednesday afternoon five a clock in the middle of the summer. He saw a young couple walking towards where he sat. He recognized they were the new residents that moved into town and attended his catholic church two Sundays back. The husband was fairly tall at 5'10" in his mid-twenties, but being a skinny beanpole he didn't look intimidating. In fact, he looked more like the nerdy geek type with a soft personality. His wife was short at 5'3". She had her shoulder length black hair pulled back in a pony tail and her skin was light brown. She was wearing a light-blue sundress with spaghetti straps and was walking on sandals. The married young couple arrived to his bench and they stopped in front of him.
"Oh. Hi there, Father," the husband said. His wife just smiled and waved at him shyly. Up close, the priest could see her beautiful grey eyes.
"It's a lovely warm afternoon isn't it? What are your names? I forgot," asked Father Thompson.
"I am Roy Pearson and this is my wife Jackie."
"Ok... Are you alright, Roy?" Thompson frowned.
Roy was suddenly squirming uncomfortably with his legs closed. "No. I think I need to go pee." Roy sort of laughed, embarrassed.
"There's a restroom over there." The Father pointed around the corner of the park, one-hundred feet away from them.
"Wait here Jackie. I'll be back."
"Oh... Ok, honey."
With Jackie's body turned sideways to the priest he had a nice view of her profile, discovering how her ass was dangerously ballooning out under her waspish thin waist. Father was awed by the sight of her round, juicy ass. He started asking her personal questions.
"Well Jackie, how is it going?"
Jackie turned to him, blushed and looked down at her feet. "Good."
"How do you like this small town? I know it can feel very lonely, but at least this is a peaceful and nice neighborhood, won't you say?"
"Yeah, I guess. We moved out from New York because my husband is trying to save money," she said. She then looked dispirited and added, "Honestly, I'm not so sure I wanted to move out, but... I don't know... we'll see."
Thompson noticed she had a cute foreign accent which he thought was actually cute, something that for a strange reason made him feel a little funny down there. "Where are you originally from?"
"I'm Puerto Rican, I don't speak English a lot, mostly Spanish." She shrugged and giggled, playing with her ponytail.
Father Thompson felt a feverish desire rising inside his being for this lovely shy girl. A hot-looking Lolita!
"How old are you, my child?"
"Eighteen. I just got married," she said with pride and giggled.
"That is nice." Thompson turned towards the restrooms just in time to see Roy stepping out the door. He felt adrenaline running through his body and asked her, "And where do you live?"
"Two blocks down that road, the second house to the left. Pretty close."
Thompson quickly told her, "We can talk some more another time. You know where to find me, or I can visit you at your house if you'd like."
Jackie only gave a shrug. She did not feel sure meeting him would be a good idea.
Seeing that Roy was approaching close enough to hear the conversation Thompson stood up as if he was leaving. "Well Roy, I think I need to get going. You know where to find me if you want to visit and talk."
"Ok," Roy said, looking away and not really caring. But Thompson gave Jackie a knowing look. Jackie's smile disappeared. She started to wonder why the priest was looking at her in a funny way. She sensed he wanted to get to know her in ways he wasn't supposed to.
The father then looked at Roy and told him, "Or would you like me to visit you at your house."
Jackie was studying the old man more carefully. Her face was serious and her lips were slightly parted.
Roy was thinking for a few seconds. "Mmm I don't know. I have no idea when I'll have time, but I'll let you know. Thanks." Roy wasn't interested in conversing with the priest at the time.
Thompson nodded and waved bye to them. "Ok well you two have a good one."
"You, too, Father. Goodbye." Roy turned to leave. Jackie grabbed her husband's arm and left without saying bye or even caring to look back at that weird priest.
Before Father Thompson turned the opposite direction to leave he took one more look at the 18-year-old's round swaying globes pushing under her dress. He knew it was wrong to stare but... god damn he couldn't help but steal another glance at her bouncy asscheeks. He could even see the faint outline of her panties on the thin dress. She was the best "piece of ass" he'd ever seen. He was now obsessed to have that timid, Lolita-looking teenage wife.
On the way back to his place he was shocked to be thinking about breaking his vows with the lord. What will all the people think of him? His mind was infested with images of a naked young teenage girl. He was indeed falling for that married eighteen year old.
Sitting in his bed at night, he thought about it once more before going to sleep. Yes. He had to bed her very soon. He was aching to have her in the most intimate way. He pulled his cock out and started masturbating. "Oh Lord... OOOOOHHH," he moaned. "Jackieeee... what a nice ass. What should I doooo? What should I do to get you in bed?"
After several minutes of pulling his member to the highlighted vision of her quivering buttocks, he finally blasted a torrent of thick cum. In the aftermath he felt pathetic and helpless, but he can't deny the fact that it felt so good to let go all the accumulated sperm out of his balls. It was wrong, but he was having so much lust for that girl. How long will he have to stand this crazy urge? He needn't wait past the next morning to find out.
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Waking up the next morning at nine he felt excited for some reason. Why would he? It wasn't like Jackie was excited for him the same way he was for her. The poor lass was probably freaked out by Thompson's behavior being out of place the day before. Either way, he wanted to find out if she would put out somehow. His heart raced at the thought. He knew that priests who act on their forbidden desires get punished by the almighty. He had resisted long enough, and now he felt he should take what he desperately needed. The good thing, though, was that he could pretend this would be a platonic visit and nothing more. Such was his excitement with the possibilities of taming the enticing lolita he wasn't scared of the consequences of committing the immoral act. Well, here it goes...
He took off walking towards her house. He calculated it would take like ten minutes to get there. During the walk, he wondered if Roy was still in the house. That would suck. If he was, at least he'd steal another furtive glance at her charms. As he kept walking he felt self-conscious about his raging hardon possibly betraying him and ripping through his thick robe, exposing him and his naughty dick. He also felt shame that instead of carrying his two-pound bible he was carrying a rampant, loaded cock. He thanked his robe for hiding the illicit boner from anyone that might walk by.
Getting close to the block where she lived he caught sight of her house. He salivated his triumph at not seeing a car in front of the Pearson's house. Oh... my... God! The innocent girl with the hot tail must be all by herself! He only hoped he was right about it. Walking up to her door he felt tickles in his lower belly, uncertain if he should go through with this.
He gave four knocks. No answer. He knocked again a little harder. After one minute of waiting he could hear footsteps nearing the door. Jackie opened the door and looked at him with a questioning look. He saw she was still in her morning clothes; pink sweat pants, socks, and a white t-shirt. This time her hair was gathered up in two pig tails.
"Good morning, Mrs. Pearson. Is your husband home?"
She shook her head no. "He's at work. I'll tell him you came looking for him," she said softly.
"Ok," he said and grinned at her. "W-would you like to talk?''
"W-what about?" she asked with discomfort.
"About you. You know you can talk to me about your deepest troubles, your doubts,----------------or about your loneliness..."
The young wife with the scared face didn't know how to respond, so the priest continued, "May I come in young lady?"
Jackie slowly opened the door to let him in. "We can sit on that sofa if you want. I'll bring coffee over." As she walked away he could clearly trace the outline of her underwear. "Hmmmm. Girl, you look hot!" he thought. Then he took his seat to wait for her.
She came back and set his cup of coffee on the low table in front of him and went to sit on the other sofa opposite him to listen to what he had to say, looking down at her legs with a thumb in her mouth, twisting her feet side to side digging her toes into the carpet. She looked so timid.