by Holly Ardent
“Cumming!” she called, her body quivering and shaking.
Clay kept tapping on her clit until she reached a hand down, pushed his finger away, and placed a hand over her pubic area.
“That's enough of that, I was supposed to make you cum,” she said.
“You were close, I just wanted to share the pleasure.”
“Well, now you've shared. It's my turn to share.”
Charity ducked her head down, sliding his cock back into her mouth. She took him deep and he jumped when he felt her teeth gently nibbling on his cock. She stopped that after a moment and went back to what she'd been doing before, but her free hand captured his free hand and drew it to her breasts.
Clay fondled her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. But he couldn't concentrate on it for long, within a minute or two he was right back where he'd been earlier. Her breasts weren't enough to distract him from cumming this time.
“I'm going to cum!” he said.
His back arched and his body tightened. His cock swelled and he started to shoot his cum into her mouth. She drew far enough back that he didn't shoot right down her throat, then sat there and swallowed from time to time.
When Father Clay's body loosened back up and he was done cumming, she pulled her mouth off his cock and stared at him while she licked her lips.
“See, did we hurt anyone at all doing that or are we both happier now?” she asked.
“I know I am,” he said, “and I'll believe it if you tell me you are.”
She nodded.
“So there was nothing bad going on there, right?”
Except for adultery and me breaking vows, again, no nothing at all.
Clay didn't say that out loud though. He just stayed silent.
Charity tried to raise her head, but came to an abrupt stop when she tugged her hair against Clay's grip.
“You can let go of that now,” she said.
Clay looked down at her long hair wrapped around his fist and regretfully loosened his hold. Charity sat up the rest of the way.
“So, how long does it normally take you to get hard a second time?”
“That depends.”
“On what?” she asked.
“On my own, I don't know. But if you were to help, it would probably be ten minutes, tops.”
Charity raised one eyebrow.
“Really?”
She leaned down again and gathered her hair in her hand. She covered Clay's cock with her hair, then wrapped her hand around it. The feel of her silken hair pressed against his cock had it twitching and trying to harden again almost instantly. When she started stroking him, sliding her hair up and down his cock in her tight grip, he reacted almost instantly. Clay's cock was erect again in less than two minutes.
“Looks like that was the right sort of attention,” Charity said.
He nodded, enthralled by the feel of her hair wrapped around him. He almost protested when she took her hand, and hair, off of his cock.
“Now, let's see what else can make us happy. Anything you'd like to do?” she asked.
“Yes, lots,” Clay answered.
“Well, pick one and tell me.”
“Sit down on the couch and spread your legs,” he said.
Clay dropped to his knees and moved between her outstretched legs. He bent his head down and pressed his lips against her pussy. There was a thin rectangle of pubic hair leading up from her crotch, but the rest of it was smooth and bald.
As he pressed his lips against her pussy, his tongue darted out and he tasted her. The musk was prevalent, but the floral taste was there as well. It didn't seem natural to her and he decided that it was probably a perfume or something of the sort.
He ran his tongue up and down her slit on the outside before sliding it into her. He thrust it in and out of her pussy several times, then slid it up. His fingers moved to her clit and spread the hood that covered it, leaving the little mound of flesh beneath bared to the world. A tap against it with the tip of his tongue elicited a sharp intake of breath from Charity.
Clay had been torn between this and fucking her when she asked what he wanted, so now he was determined to make her cum as quickly as he could. Then he'd stand and slide himself into her while she was still orgasming.
He pushed closer to her clit and touched it with his lips. Then he sucked it between them, stretching it gently. His closed lips trapped her clit and, in its exposed position, he started to lash it with his tongue.
Charity was already squirming on the couch. She pushed herself forward to give him better access. Clay reached up and took one breast in either hand. He fondled them as he sucked on her clit, his tongue continuing to stroke and caress it. When her hair brushed against one of his hands, he let go of her breast and gathered as much hair as he could, then he tugged it over to her breast and started fondling again, the hair between his hand and her breast.
She shuddered and slumped backwards, drawing her tits out of his hands. Her legs came up and draped over his shoulders as she pushed her pussy into his face. Clay went back to focusing on her clit.
He pressed his lips against the flesh around her clit, then sucked it in again, stretching it even farther than before. Charity let out a little shriek and started trembling. Clay eased the suction and sent his tongue in to brush across her nubbin as lightly as he could.
Her legs locked up across his shoulders, going rigid. Clay kept teasing her clit for another minute. Then, when he was sure she was in the middle of an orgasm, he pushed her legs to either side and raised himself to a kneeling position in front of the couch. Her pussy was dripping wet and he had no problems sliding his cock into her.
“Oh God, yes! Shove it into my cunt,” Charity screamed.
Clay started a steady rhythm. But he quickly realized that he wanted it faster and harder. He picked up the pace, slamming his cock in and out of her pussy. Before long his flesh was striking hers at the bottom of each stroke, the impacts ringing out like slaps in the living room.
Clay decided to slow down before he came again already. He changed his strokes so he was going slower and softer. He started drawing all the way out of her with each stroke just so he could penetrate her over and over. Every time he pulled all the way out, there was a soft, wet sucking sound and it felt as though her pussy were trying to keep him from exiting.
“You horrid tease,” Charity said.
“What?” Clay asked.
“You were pounding away on me, but you stopped!”
“I wanted to slow down so I didn't cum too soon,” he said.
“Don't worry about it, I got to cum already.”
“It isn't that, I mean yes I wanted you to cum first, but now I just want to be inside of you for as long as I can.”
“That's sweet,” she said, “ but I'll tell you what. Fuck me hard until you cum, and you can have more of me later on.”
A thoughtful look passed across her face.
“As a matter of fact, if you fuck me hard now I'll spend the night here with you, if you like.”
Clay had been continuing his slow, steady thrusts while they talked. Now he picked up the pace again, slamming his cock into her so hard that she shifted a couple of inches back onto the couch. A satisfied smile took up residence on Charity's face as he thrust in and out of her.
Clay knew he wasn't going to last long and the mental picture he had of Charity laid out on his bed, her hair spread across the sheets, had him ready to cum instantly. He tried to hold off a bit though, hoping that she'd orgasm again so they could cum together.
Not knowing any better way to get her to cum, his hand went back to her clit. At first he stroked it gently, but when he realized that he was slowing his pace to match what his hand was doing, he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it in rhythm with his thrusts.
His cock was throbbing as he pounded her with it. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer and resigned himself to not having her cum with him. He let himself loose an
d slammed in and out of her, knowing that he was going to cum in moments. He felt his cock swelling inside her when her cunt clenched down on him, slowing his movements. The added friction drove him over the edge instantly and he started to spurt inside of her, but at the same time he felt her cunt rhythmically clenching him.
He glanced at her face and saw her biting her lip, trying not to cry out.
“Oh yes, that's so good,” he said.
Charity lost the grip her teeth had on her lower lip and let out a long moan.
“Fill me up Father. I love feeling you spill your seed inside of me,” she said, when she'd finished moaning.
Clay kept himself inside her pussy until well after he'd finished cumming. When he softened he finally slid out. Charity twisted and flopped back on the couch.
“I need a break after that,” she said.
Father Clay, whose breathing had just returned to normal, slid up onto the couch above her head. He ran his fingers through her hair, savoring the feel of it, before replying.
“I'll second that,” he said. “I've found that sex does take it out of you.”
“Only good sex Father, only when it's good sex,” she replied.
Father Clay felt his pride swell a notch or two.
I'm glad I'm good at it. Even if I feel bad about having sex, I enjoy it enough that I'd rather be good at it than not.
After a few minutes Charity sat up and started putting her clothes back on.
“I thought you were going to spend the night?” Clay said.
“I am, but I need to go home first, make my little monsters some dinner, then ask my mom to watch them tonight. She lives with us, so it won't be a problem, but she does like to be asked instead of my assuming that she will.”
“What are you going to tell her you're doing?”
“The truth, that I'm spending the night with a man.”
“Won't she have a problem with that?” Clay asked.
“Oh no, she was the one to tell me that if my husband was going to be gone all the time that I better make sure he knew I was still going to be having sex. It's much easier than trying to sneak around doing it and sometimes my husband likes to hear about what I did while he was gone.”
Clay flinched at the thought.
“If he asks, will you keep my name out of it?”
“I never tell him who, just what,” Charity said. “And now, I'll be on my way, but I promise I'll be back before seven.”
Clay glanced at the clock. It was already four-thirty so she wasn't going to be gone that long.
“I'll be waiting for your return,” he said.
Charity smiled at him.
“You say some corny stuff, but I appreciate the thought. Don't just wait for me either, make sure you have your own dinner.”
She opened to door, but turned before she walked out.
“After all, you'll need your strength for later on tonight,” she said.
Charity winked at him, then walked out.
* * *
Father Clay tried to think of a way to kill two hours. He could make dinner last for half an hour, but that still left plenty of time before Charity was going to be back.
He sat down at his desk and turned his computer on. After unsuccessfully trying to work on a sermon for a while, he opened his search engine and chose images. He searched for 'long haired women' and was unimpressed with the results. After scrolling through several pages, he daringly added the word 'nude' to his search.
He was more impressed with the results, but as he compared woman after woman to Charity, he found them all lacking something.
Is it just because I've seen her in the flesh? he thought. And oh, what delicious flesh it is. Smooth to the touch, but nowhere near as soft as her hair.
Father Clay realized he was giving himself an erection thinking about Charity. He glanced at his monitor and quickly closed the browser window in embarrassment.
His mind was abuzz with everything they'd talked about before engaging in sex. He couldn't believe how erotic portions of the Bible were when seen as Charity viewed them. He thought about reading his Bible to kill some time but decided against that.
His computer was an older model and still had Spider Solitaire on it. He started the game and, before he knew it, wasted an hour and change. When he glanced at the time, he shut the computer down and went into the kitchen. After dinner he pulled out his bottle of whiskey. He debated making an Irish Coffee the way Faith had shown him, but was still staring at the bottle when a voice disturbed him.
“I'm sorry, I let myself in since you were expecting me.”
Clay jumped and spun around. Charity was standing just inside the entrance to the kitchen.
“I should have rung the bell,” she said.
“Oh no, that's quite alright, you just startled me.”
“That reminds me, we were going to work on both of your problems. Did you want a drink?”
“I was thinking about it. Faith showed me a delicious recipe using my whiskey. I was thinking about having one.”
“Make two and we can both have one. I need to show you that moderate drinking is also not a problem.”
“Define moderate,” Father Clay said, blushing. “When I need it to sleep, it's normally three or four shots.”
“That's probably a bit more than moderate if you need it frequently.”
He nodded.
“And that's my problem.”
“Well, you go ahead and make the drinks. I'll make myself comfortable in the living room.”
She walked out of the kitchen and Father Clay turned to the coffee maker. The clock on it only read six-thirty.
She's early, he thought. I guess she wanted to be back here as much as I wanted her back here
He made a pot of coffee and dug out the other ingredients while it brewed. Once he had the drinks ready, he carried them out to the living room.
Charity was sitting lengthwise on the couch, her knees drawn up. She'd changed clothing and was wearing a short skirt, not quite a mini-skirt, but not much longer than one. She was also wearing a tight t-shirt. Once he took his seat it was blatantly obvious that those were all the clothes she was wearing. He could see her bare pussy between her drawn up legs, and her hard nipples were tenting the t-shirt.
He offered her an Irish Coffee and she took a sip, sighing in satisfaction.
“Very good, Faith's recipe you said?”
He nodded.
“How could you tell?”
“I've had it before, most people skimp and use milk instead of heavy cream, but she doesn't. It changes the drink entirely.”
She took another drink and set her coffee down.
“So, why is it that you drink so much again?”
Clay explained about the difference between here and the seminary. How it was so quiet at night here, and how there were no signs of life. Everything seemed empty and still.
“So,” Charity said, “it sounds to me like all you need is a roommate.”
“The house only has one bedroom.”
Charity smirked.
“Then you need to make sure your compatible with your roommate then, no?”
“Despite the fact that I find myself irresistibly drawn to sex, I think that having a roommate, especially a female one as you're suggesting, might be frowned upon by the congregation. I'm sure they'd find out about it quickly too.”
“I know, I was mostly kidding. But maybe a pet? One that makes some noise?”
Father Clay slapped the heel of his hand to his forehead.
“You know, I never even thought about that. I haven't had a dog since I was fourteen. Maybe a small breed of dog would do.”
“See, you just need to talk your problems out with other people. It isn't only priests that can help,” she said.
“Thank you for the suggestion,” he said. “I remember seeing the pet store the other day. Maybe even an aquarium would suffice, the hum of the pump would make it a lot less quiet.”
Clay
ran the possibilities through his mind. As he did so, Charity kept working on her coffee. Her bare foot slid down the couch and pressed against Clay's leg, drawing him out of his thoughts.
“You know, I'm not used to being ignored in favor of pets,” she said with a laugh.
“It isn't the pets, it's the possibility of sleeping without needing sex or alcohol.”
“Well tonight, you'll be sleeping with the aid of sex, otherwise I'm going to be very put out.”
He smiled at her and took a deep drink of his coffee.
“I promise to table my other thoughts until tomorrow morning, after you leave.”
“Who said I'm leaving in the morning? My mom will see the kids off to school. I just need to be home for three o'clock, when they're due home. Can you think of a way to keep me busy for that long?”
Clay stared at her for a moment.
“I can think of lots of ways. What do you say I run them by you one at a time?”
“I say we should finish our coffee and go to your bedroom.”
* * *
As soon as Charity entered his bedroom, she stripped her clothes off. She sat down on the edge of his bed and Clay just stared again for a moment.
Definitely no comparison between her and the ones I saw online, he thought.
“What are you waiting for?” Charity asked.
She made shooing motions with her hand. Clay looked around, wondering what she was talking about.
“Your clothes, lose the clothes.”
Clay grinned.
“Oops,” he said. “I was distracted by looking at you.”
She shook her head.
“I'd claim that was just a line coming from someone else, but I think I believe it coming from you.”
Clay started removing his clothing, but it wasn't fast enough for her. She stood up and started in on his belt. By the time he had his shirt all the way off, she had his pants down to his knees, and moments later they were both nude.
“So, you said you could think of lots of ways to keep me busy?” she said.
