by Holly Ardent
“I'm not sure how I feel about that. I think I was mostly surprised,” he said.
“Well, let's find out how you feel about it.”
Hope dipped a finger into her pussy, it came out glistening and wet. She went back down on his cock, taking him all the way into her mouth, and then she penetrated him again. He thought he was ready for it this time, but it still surprised him. She slid her finger deeper into his ass. With the lubrication she'd used, it was a much gentler feeling.
I might actually like that, given time to get used to it, he thought.
Hope gave him that time. She continued to bob her lips up and down his cock slowly as her fingers slid around, exploring the inside of his ass. After about fifteen minutes, she slid her fingers out of him and her mouth off of his cock.
“Are you anywhere close Father?” she asked.
“Not really, but let me try something Faith showed me. It's what got me going with her.”
She looked at him expectantly.
“Lie down on your back and spread your legs,” he said.
He bent his head down between her legs and started licking her pussy. His tongue stroked along her slit, dipping into it to taste her juices, then dipping deeper. His hands slid up to her breasts and he took as much of them into his hands as he could and squeezed.
Hope pushed her chest upwards, forcing more of her breasts into his hands.
“That's so nice Father. My husband hasn't seriously played with my breasts since I finished breastfeeding. He says they're a saggy mess now.”
“I disagree,” Clay said. “They feel just fine to me.”
Clay pinched her nipples, tugging on them and stretching them a bit.
“And these are wonderful.”
He shifted position and slid one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it until it was fully erect, then pinching it between his lips and tugging. When he was sure it was as hard as it would get, he switched sides and did the same to the other one. His fingers took over on her nipples and he slid back down to use his tongue on her pussy again.
What was I doing when I got so turned on with Faith? I remember...
Clay slid his mouth up to Hope's clit and started tickling it with his tongue. She squirmed a bit, but he grabbed her waist and held her still. He pushed his head down farther and trapped her clit between his lips. She squeaked as he gently sucked on it.
Clay kept her clit trapped between his lips and stroked it with the tip of his tongue. Hope was squirming even more now, but he had a firm grip on her. Her breaths were quick, punctuated with little gasps.
“I wasn't going...” she said, interrupting herself with a gasp. “I didn't mean to... didn't mean to enjoy this so much.”
Hope stiffened and her back arched. She wasn't squirming any more, so Father Clay let his hands slide from her waist.
I wonder, he thought. I liked it, I bet she would too.
He slid his hand between her legs and thrust a finger into her pussy. Then he pulled it out and moved it down farther. When he pushed it forward again, his finger drove into her ass.
Hope thrashed when his finger entered her. Father Clay quickly moved his other hand onto her stomach and pushed down. She wasn't entirely still, but she also wasn't moving herself away from his mouth or finger once he was holding her down. He moved his finger around, exploring the inside of her ass. She kept squirming and thrashing as he did so, but when he started paying more attention to her clit again was when she really erupted.
Clay kept his finger moving, but focused on his mouth. He sucked her clit into his mouth, thinking that what felt so good on his cock had to feel good on her clit. Hope went rigid for a moment, then Clay's mouth was flooded as she started cumming hard. He swallowed her juices at they filled his mouth, but wondered if there was something wrong.
Her body went utterly limp when she finished cumming and he slid his finger out of her as well as pulling his mouth away from her pussy.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Ugh,” she tried to answer.
Hope settled for nodding her head, eyes closed.
“Good, I was worried,” Clay said.
He leaned back and just looked at her for a moment. Her breasts were splayed out to either side of her chest a bit and her pussy gleamed with wetness. He felt a throb in his cock as he looked her over, so he pulled himself up and settled in on top of her, holding most of his weight on his arms. He let himself settle down far enough that her erect nipples were poking his chest, then wiggled around until he felt the tip of his cock at her pussy.
He pushed forward, sliding into her lubricated hole easily. Since she wasn't very tight he pushed harder, sliding all the way in. Hope sighed and her eyes fluttered open for a moment. The hunger in her gaze sent another throb all the way down through his body, causing his cock to swell even more.
Clay started sliding himself in and out. Hope was loose enough that he thought he could just do her for a while without having to worry about cumming. The sensation was wonderful, just a hint of friction, topped by a warm wetness. He was surprised when her cunt tightened down on him enough to make him worry about cumming soon.
He looked down at her face again. Her eyes were open now, filled with lust and staring at him with an intensity that was nearly frightening.
“Oh Father, I didn't think it was going to be anything like this. I haven't cum that hard in years,” she said.
Clay felt his pride surge at her words.
“Thank you. You're a delightful partner for this,” he replied.
She smiled.
“Please Father, I want you to cum now and put a baby inside of me.”
Why is that such a turn-on? he thought as he fought the urge to cum immediately.
“Please Father,” Hope pleaded, “fill me up with your cum. Just let go and cum as much as you can inside of my pussy.”
Clay fought hard not to immediately give in to her request. He could smell the scent of their rut in the air and she was so wet that each time he thrust into her, there were tiny little squishing noises. All of it turned him on, he felt like he couldn't get enough of her no matter what, and he wasn't ready to just cum and be done. He wanted more of this first.
“In time Hope, in time. I'm enjoying this far too much to rush,” he said.
She closed her eyes and sagged back onto the bed.
“I'm not going to complain as long as you cum right where you are now when you're ready,” she said.
Clay pushed himself up on his knees to thrust at a different angle. He looked down and watched as his cock slid in and out of her pussy. Her clit was swollen and right in his line of sight, so he moved his hand up and started playing with it again.
Hope squealed and started bucking. His free hand came up and pressed down on her stomach, holding her in place. As she came, her pussy clamped down on him and even with all the lubrication she'd produced he still felt the pressure on his cock.
Father Clay knew he was close, so he started thrusting as hard and fast as he could manage. When it was time, he thrust as deep inside of her as he could and started cumming. Clay felt as though he came for an eternity. Every time he thought he was done Hope would clamp down with her pussy, continuing her own orgasm and setting him off again.
Minutes later when they were both finished, he slid himself out of her. She immediately shifted position so his cum wouldn't drip out of her pussy.
Hope twisted her head and gave him a smile.
“So, what would you like Father? I got what I wanted.”
“Ask me again in a few minutes,” Clay said. “I've other things I'd like to do, but right now I just want to enjoy this feeling.”
* * *
The next thing Clay knew, Hope was shaking him awake.
“I'm sorry Father, we both drifted off to sleep. If there's anything else you want to do, it probably ought to happen now. I have to leave in about an hour.”
Clay blinked his eyes muzzily.
I can't rememb
er the last time I napped in the middle of the day. I guess sex really takes it out of you.
“I'm glad you woke me then, I didn't intend to fall asleep.”
“Neither did I,” Hope said, “but I was just so happy and comfortable.”
“I need to be hard again for what I want, would you take me in your mouth again?”
“It would be my pleasure Father.”
Hope got up on all fours and bent over his crotch. As her warm, wet lips surrounded his cock, Father Clay resisted the urge to sigh with pleasure. She sucked on him and started licking his cock inside of her mouth. It took a few minutes, but she had him hard again without any problems.
“There you are Father, how do you want me?”
“How about you lie over the edge of the bed with your feet on the floor, stomach down.”
“You're going to take me from behind?” she asked.
“No, I was planning on something Faith showed me, but she was on top for it. I want to see if it's different this way.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Use your other hole. You liked my finger there, so I thought this ought to be okay.”
“Oohhh, Faith was right, you are kinky. I'll warn you though, I'm all over the place with a cock in my ass. You might want to hold me down all the way through. Here, I'll make it easy for you.”
Hope laid over the edge of the bed and put her arms behind her, wrists crossed in the small of her back.
“Now you just need to hold my wrists to keep me from moving around too much. Keep a firm grip though,” she said.
Father Clay took her wrists in one of his hands. It was just big enough to hold both of them together. Then he pushed her legs farther apart and positioned himself behind her.
Clay stepped in closer and slid his cock into her pussy. Despite their nap she was still very wet inside. He thrust several times, coating his cock in a mixture of her juices and his cum, then he pulled out and used his free hand to guide his cock to her asshole.
He pushed forward gently and, from the moment he penetrated her, was glad that she'd warned him and given him an easy way to hold her still. As soon as he pushed into her ass she started quivering. When he thrust harder, he could feel her arms tense as she tried to writhe with her upper body. The position of her arms stopped most of her movement, but he was sure it wasn't very comfortable for her. Her legs were kicking around and she caught him on the shins a couple of times.
“Oh god, yes!” Hope cried. “Control me utterly, take what you want and make me enjoy it.”
Clay thrust deeper while pushing down on her wrists. Her upper body stilled, but her legs kept moving, seemingly at random. With a hand on her hips, and his other hand on her wrists, he drew her farther off the bed, forcing his own legs between her thighs. His cock sank deep into her ass as he pulled her back. His own legs were now holding hers spread wide. She was still kicking at random, but now her kicks were just striking empty air, not his legs.
Hope was murmuring something in a warm, sultry voice. All while her legs kicked at the empty air. Clay was, for a moment, struck by guilt.
What am I doing? he thought. This isn't how a priest should act. A good priest should never even think of something like this.
His cock softened in her ass. Hope made disappointed noises and started wiggling her hips as best she could while she was held in her position. Father Clay started to pull out but she interrupted him.
“What's wrong? Aren't I good enough? I can try harder,” Hope said.
Her wiggling increased and Clay felt her ass tighten down even more on his cock.
“Oh please shove your cock deep in me? We had a deal and I don't want to back out on my part of it. Pretty please slam your cock back inside of me? Besides everything else, I was going to cum soon. Please don't leave me hanging.”
The last sentence was spoken in a little girl sing-song that pierced right through Clay's conscious thoughts to something much deeper. His cock hardened again, and his hips slammed forward, entirely disassociated from his conscious thoughts. The sensation of his cock driving in through her tightened down ass washed through his mind, flooding the doubts and guilt away.
Father Clay pushed down on her wrists again and started thrusting in and out of her ass, his efforts redoubled. Hope cried out, whether in pain or pleasure he didn't know, but it struck that same part of his brain. Clay slammed into her ass as hard as he could, over and over.
The next time she cried out, Clay knew it was pleasure. He could feel her juices squirting out of her pussy, soaking his crotch and dripping down onto the carpet. It was getting harder to hold her in please since she started writhing even harder when she came.
He let her wrists loose and put both hands on the top of her hips. He drew her back towards him forcefully as he continued to pound her ass. Now her upper body was all over the place to match her legs. But her struggles were slowing, her orgasm having drained her energy for the moment.
“Oh that's good, keep going,” she murmured. “Fill my ass with your cum just like you did my cunt earlier on.”
As Hope's struggles faded away, her body relaxed more and her ass loosened just a little. A little was enough for Clay to pick up speed though and the sound of flesh smacking on flesh rang out in the bedroom as he pounded deep into her ass.
“I'm going to cum,” he said.
“Bury yourself deep inside my ass and let go,” she said. “I want to feel your cum splashing all over my insides.”
Clay thrust in as deeply as he could and felt his cock swell. Hope added a bit of a wiggle and it pushed him over the edge. Clay felt the languor he'd come to associate with cumming sweep over him as his cock sprayed its load inside of Hope. He stood there with rubbery legs as he finished cumming, then stepped back and to one side.
Hope slid down to the floor, landing on her knees while she supported most of her weight by leaning against the side of the bed. Clay eased himself down onto the edge of the bed beside her. His mind flashed through his encounter with Faith and the things she'd done that he enjoyed the most.
He reached over and took Hope's hair in his hand. He pulled her over towards his cock then pushed her head down. His cock was still partially erect and when it brushed her lips she instinctively opened her mouth. Clay pushed her farther down so his cock was entirely in her mouth.
“Use your tongue on me,” he said.
He held her there until she did as he told her. It was a couple of minutes before she followed his command and, in the time between his command and her obeying it, his cock hardened again from being in her wet, warm mouth.
“Umph,” she said, trying to speak around his cock.
“What was that?” Clay asked.
He let the pressure off of her head so she could slide his cock out of her mouth.
“I was trying to say, do you want me to make you cum again?”
“No,” Clay said. “Just lick and suck me clean, then hold me in your mouth for a few more minutes.”
He pushed on the back of her head again and his cock slid into her mouth. She went to work, vigorously licking and sucking on his cock. When he let go of her head, she slipped his cock out of her mouth.
“That good?” she asked.
He nodded and flopped backwards onto the bed. Hope crawled up beside him and threw an arm over his chest, her breast pushing against his side.
“Thank you,” she said. “I've got another half hour before I need to leave, but if you don't mind I'm just going to lie here for most of it.”
“I don't mind at all,” Clay replied.
After a few minutes Hope spoke again.
“I don't know if I'll have caught yet, so same time tomorrow?”
“Sure, I just hope I can survive another session like this.”
* * *
When Faith arrived late that afternoon for some light house cleaning, Father Clay was still sprawled on the bed, the room reeking from the sex earlier in the day.
“Father Clay, I
do believe you've been enjoying yourself. Are you feeling relaxed?” Faith asked.
He nodded.
“Yes, much to my dismay I've discovered a way to relax my body, although it troubles my mind.”
“Then I know just who to introduce you to next. Charity has a way with words that may be able to soothe away those troubles.”
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Charity's Desires
(Older Woman/Younger Man Cheating Wife Erotica)
Congregation Copulation #3
Holly Ardent
Father Clay sat at the kitchen table, nursing his first cup of coffee for the morning. His head throbbed, although not as badly as it would've if he'd forgotten to drink water before he drank himself to sleep with whiskey the night before.
What's wrong with me? he wondered. I can't seem to sleep unless I drink myself into a stupor. The only exception to that is if I had sex that day, then I can sleep well without whiskey. I'm such a failure as a priest, drinking to excess and committing adultery are the only things that let me sleep. I should just report myself and give up.
His head sagged down to the table. He thought about getting something to eat, but even the thought of food made him nauseous. He sat there, both physically and emotionally exhausted, trying to think of some way to fix his problems.
I may have to give in and let Faith introduce me to Charity. She said she thought Charity could help give me some peace of mind, just by talking to me. I'm not sure if I believe her, but it won't hurt to try.
Clay picked up the phone and called Faith. When he finally hung up the phone, Faith and Charity were scheduled to visit later in the day. At least they'd visit if Faith could convince the other woman to accompany her. She'd sounded as though she weren't certain of it.
Clay spent the rest of his morning trying to compose a sermon for the coming Sunday, but his efforts produced a self-recriminatory fire and brimstone piece that he wouldn't be caught dead preaching. After looking at it, and shaking his head in dismay, he erased the file and made himself lunch.
