by Holly Ardent
As Clay stroked the dog, his hand got closer and closer to Charity's thigh.
“So, you were telling me about yourself?” he said.
“There isn't a lot more to say. I don't do very much any more except take care of my son.”
“Is that why you're so sad? Because you don't do anything or because your husband disappeared?”
“Both of them. I know, intellectually, that he left because he didn't want a child, but I also can't help think that it was something about me, not just little Allan, that drove him off. Not seeing anyone but my mother only makes it worse. She nags at me to find another husband, but I've never gotten divorced so how could I possibly remarry?”
Chastity stared in dismay as she went to take another drink and found her cup empty. She blinked a couple of times.
“You're right Father, that does help you relax. It makes it easier to talk about things also. I don't suppose your hospitality would extend to another one?”
Father Clay smiled. He shifted Buddy entirely into her lap and picked up her empty cup.
He took the two cups into the kitchen and fixed a fresh Irish coffee for Chastity. This time he doubled the alcohol content by pouring two shots of whiskey into it. His own drink was just coffee with cream and sugar, but he added the whipped cream on top to make it look the same as hers.
She needs the relaxation and I need to only indulge moderately, he thought. This should do that quite nicely.
He took the drinks back into the living room where he found Chastity playing tug-of-war with Buddy, using one of Clay's old socks for the rope. She was still smiling and her face was lightly flushed.
“Here you go,” he said, setting her coffee in front of her.
He sat next to her again and took a deep drink. He watched her for a moment as she played with the puppy. Then Buddy let go of the sock and trotted over to him. The puppy sat and put his paws in the air. Father Clay responded by scooping a tiny bit of whipped cream onto his finger and letting the puppy lick it off.
Meanwhile Chastity had picked up her coffee and taken a deep drink of her own. She paused for a moment before setting it down, but then looked over at Clay.
“You were telling me about yourself?” he said.
“Oh yes. After my husband left, I moved in with my mother. When I have work I help her out with money, but I'm hoping to find a full time job and be able to get a place for just Allan and myself. Living with my mom has certainly helped out, but we're getting on each others nerves.”
“I see why you looked rather down in the dumps when you arrived here.”
Clay shifted closer to her and put his hand on her thigh. She pretended to ignore his hand, picked up her coffee and took a long drink.
“That stuff does have a bit of a kick,” she said.
“Yes, it does. But I find the results well worth it,” Clay said.
Chastity set her empty cup down and slumped against the back of the couch. Now that she wasn't hunched over, Father Clay saw that her breasts were very large, even though the rest of her was fit and trim. He felt his cock stirring at the thought of holding them in his hands and caressing them.
Down boy, he thought at his cock, you'll have to wait a little longer. She's just finally getting relaxed.
At least Charity seemed to be relaxing. He could almost see the tension draining from her body. The way she held herself shifted perceptibly and, more importantly to his current goal, she reacted to his hand on her thigh and shifted the leg towards him a little, sending his fingers down onto her inner thigh.
Clay reacted by tightening his grip slightly, putting pressure on the soft flesh of her inner thigh with his fingers. Chastity's eyes closed and she unconsciously, Clay thought, spread her legs wider.
She spoke with her eyes closed. Her words were very slightly slurred, just a touch fuzzy around the edges, but Clay knew the signs of someone nearly drunk. Chastity was well on her way there and he needed to make sure she knew what was going to happen before the latest two shots fully hit her.
“I feel so good right now. I hadn't had any alcohol in almost three years,” she said.
He slid his hand up her leg until he was right next to the seam of the crotch. She blinked once, but her eyes stayed closed after that. She didn't move at all, although he made sure she could feel where his hand was going.
If I wasn't positive about what she wanted before, I am now, he thought.
He made a decision and threw caution to the winds.
* * *
Clay removed his hand from her leg and slid it up her body. He ran it across her stomach and then up to her breasts. Chastity let out a tiny gasp, but her eyes stayed closed and she said nothing.
He cupped his hand, only to find that her breast was much larger than he could possibly fit in it. So he moved up to the front and started teasing her nipple through her shirt and bra. It sprang erect, tenting her shirt even through the industrial strength bra she was wearing beneath it.
“Should we...” Chastity started saying in a soft, husky voice that faded out.
She cleared her throat.
“Should we be doing this?” she asked.
“If you'd welcome it, I'd be a fool to say no,” Clay said.
“I want it Father, but it's wrong. I'm still a married woman.”
“And I'm a priest. But one of my jobs is to comfort my flock and if ever I saw someone in need of comforting, it was you when you came through my door.”
“But, but—”
Clay interrupted her.
“How many times and ways does the Bible tell us to love one another? You shouldn't be punished for your husband's transgression. Just because he deserted his duty to you, and didn't follow that command, doesn't mean that you should have to go without. Think of it this way, God made us so we could experience sexual pleasure, extreme sexual pleasure even. It's an insult to Him to shun that, at least that's what I've come to believe.”
Chastity opened her eyes and looked at Clay. For the first time, she really looked at him. Her gaze took in his youthful, fit figure. It traveled from his head down to his toes, where Buddy was happily lying on his feet, then back up. She bit her lip for moment, lost in thought.
“You aren't at all what I expected from the new priest, Father. I hope you don't take that wrong, but you seem so much more in touch with the world, and the people in it, than most of the priests I've met.”
“Maybe it's my youth, or maybe it's the fact that I admit I'm not perfect. Even though I'm not perfect, I still like to think that I spread more than a little happiness in the world. That makes it a better place, even if it's only by the tiniest bit. I'm flawed, so I don't expect anyone else to be perfect. I just try to make them happy, or happier, as the case may be.”
Chastity's eyes closed again and she leaned forward, pressing her breast against his hand.
“You could make me very happy if you want,” she said. “It's been almost three whole years since I've had a man.”
“If you'd like that problem fixed, I'd be happy to work on it with you,” he said.
She nodded.
Clay unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the bra beneath it. He wasn't very experienced with undressing women, so he fumbled his first few attempts to unclip her bra. Chastity waited patiently until he managed it, then she shrugged the bra off. Her massive breasts spilled down onto her chest. The nipples were tipped with drops of something white, so Clay brushed his finger over one. It was a watery liquid, and when he put it to his tongue it tasted thin, but sweet.
Chastity noticed what he was doing.
“I'm sorry, Father. I still breastfeed Allan and it looks like I'm leaking a little. I'd probably be feeding him now if I were home. He can eat solids already, but I feel better giving him breast milk.”
After a moment she continued.
“and it costs less,” she said, the shame audible in her words.
“It's nothing to be ashamed of. I simply wasn't expecting it and didn't know what it was
. I've never been with a woman who was still nursing before.”
“I'm glad it doesn't bother you. But maybe we should have a tissue or something nearby in case I leak more.”
“No need,” Father Clay said.
He bent his head and his tongue flicked out to lick the drops off both of her nipples.
“I'll be happy to take care of it,” he finished.
Chastity's skin was spattered with goosebumps when he was finished. She was also blinking lazily.
“Oh my,” she said, “Apparently not as happy as I'll be to let you. That felt incredible.”
“Did it now? Then I think a bit more is in order.”
Clay bent his head again, this time taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He couldn't get over the size of it, evidently nursing mother's nipples were far larger than those of other women. He wrapped his lips around it and started stroking it with his tongue. Her nipple swelled even larger, but when he stopped licking and started sucking, he was taken by surprise. A jet of rich, creamy milk shot into his mouth. Unlike the watery consistency of the bit he'd had before, this was much thicker.
He drew back, startled. A glance at Chastity showed that she was slack-jawed with pleasure.
If it affects her like that, I certainly have no qualms about suckling at her breasts. It isn't like it tastes bad or anything, it just took me by surprise.
Clay bent his head back down and sucked her swollen nipple into his mouth. A moment of suction and he was rewarded by more of her milk. It took him several minutes before he could suck on her nipple and not receive a jet of milk, but once he reached that stage, he put his tongue back to work on her breast and nipple.
His tongue caressed her areola until it thickened and crinkled, then he paused and nibbled gently on her thick nipple. She tensed slightly at the feel of his teeth, but relaxed again when she realized he wasn't going to bite hard. He pinched her nipple between his lips and lashed the tip of it with his tongue. He drew his head back so he could lick the rest of her breast, but she stopped him when he let go.
“That was incredible. I was so full I was almost uncomfortable, but now it's no bother at all. Could you...”
She paused for a moment, her face turning red.
“Would you be willing to do the same to the other one? When I breastfeed, it's normally a calming thing, but with you doing the nursing, it relaxes the pressure on my breast and turns me on at the same time.”
“It would be my pleasure,” Clay said.
He shifted, sliding Buddy off his feet, and moved to a position where his mouth could reach her other breast. This time as he sucked on her nipple, drinking her milk, his hands were working on her pants, unfastening them to the point where he could get his fingers down to her pussy.
He sucked another jet of milk from her nipple as he slid his hand into her panties. The sheer white panties were soaked and the scent of her arousal surrounded him as he exposed her wet panties to the air. She was hairy so he carefully tried not to snag any of her pubic hairs as he slid a finger into her pussy.
Clay drained her second breast as quickly as he could. The sweet, creamy milk slid down his throat as his hand explored her pussy. When she was no longer spurting milk into his mouth when he sucked on her nipple, he eased off, using more tongue and less suction. At the same time, he moved his fingers to her clit and started teasing it.
Chastity's back arched slightly at the touch of his finger on her clit, forcing her breast against his mouth. Clay sucked in as much of it as he could, her nipple, areola, and part of the white flesh surrounding it disappearing into his mouth. She leaned back again, her weight pulling against the breast he had trapped in his mouth. It slid out with a wet popping sound.
“Can you stand for a moment?” he asked. “Or at least lift your bottom off the couch?”
She shifted around a bit and Clay tugged at her pants, sliding them partway down. He dropped to the floor and removed her socks and shoes. Then he tugged at the legs of her pants until they slid off. He glanced up at her panties. The sheer white material was wet enough that they were completely see-through. Her pussy was covered with hair, but it was shorter than he'd expected.
Evidently she keeps it trimmed. I wonder why if she hasn't been having sex?
Father Clay drew her panties down, tugging them out from under her ass since she'd sat back down after he removed her pants. She spread her legs and her hand wandered down to her exposed pussy and she started gently stroking herself.
Oh, I guess that explains it. It's probably easier to masturbate if it's shorter.
Clay moved his head between her legs and up, then pushed her hand out of the way. His tongue slid out and started a slow, gentle up and down movement, running along the edge of her slit. He paused to suck on her labia each time his tongue encountered them.
When Clay moved her hand, she'd let it slide to the side. Now he felt it on the back of his head, pulling his face towards her pussy. He let her pull him closer and drove his tongue into her, thrusting it in and out.
Chastity moaned softly as he penetrated her. Her taste was nearly enough to make Clay moan as well. A hint of her milk taste lingered in his mouth when he started eating her, but the musky flavor of her pussy was enough to drive it out, and bring his cock fully erect so it was straining against his clothing.
Her hand came off the back of his head and he watched it slide up to her breast. Her other hand was already there, and now both of her hands were playing with her nipples, tweaking them, tugging on them, and stretching them beyond their normal length.
Clay shifted his head up a bit so his tongue could reach her clit. It was still swollen from his earlier attention, and only partly covered by its hood of flesh. His tongue stretched out and flicked it where it protruded. Chastity's entire body twitched as though she'd been hit with a jolt of electricity and one of her hands came back down to his head. This time she pressed his mouth against her clit and held it there.
Clay was happy to oblige with additional attention there. He opened his mouth and pressed his lips against the skin surrounding it. Then he closed it again, trapping her clit between his lips. His hands came up and his fingers drew the covering off of it, exposing the entire sensitive mound of flesh. Then he sucked hard enough to tug on her clit and pinched his lips closed at its base.
Chastity's hands flew off his head as she went rigid. She slammed her groin into his face as she arched her back and ass up off the couch. Clay shook his head lightly, forgetting that he still had her clit pinched. His lips tugged it from side to side.
Chastity let out a high pitched squeal and began to tremble all over. Clay put his tongue to work, stroking the parts of her clit inside of his mouth and Chastity lost it. The trembling turned to shaking and she yelled.
“Cum... cum... cumming!”
Clay kept playing with her clit as she stayed in her rigid position. Her pussy was leaking juices all over the place and as her feet skidded for purchase on the slick hardwood floor, Buddy went running for cover with a yelp.
Clay took several strikes to the side of his head from her knees before deciding that he was done for the moment. He slid his head from between her legs and skidded himself across the floor, pulling himself back up onto the couch.
He watched as she finished orgasming. Her arched body made her breasts appear even larger and, if she hadn't still been trembling all over he would have tried to make her orgasm last longer. As it was, she'd been cumming solidly for at least a minute already.
Instead of touching her, he drank in the sight of her jiggling breasts. Her trembling had them shaking and he watched in fascination as they moved in patterns he couldn't quite make out, almost, but not quite, like ocean waves or ripples in water. A moment later he realized that he was stroking his cock through his pants and decided that he could make the best use of his time by getting rid of his clothes.
Clay stripped quickly. By the time he was done, Chastity was no longer rigid. She was sitting on the couch again,
but still trembling slightly.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She opened her eyes and looked over at him. When she saw that he wasn't wearing clothes any more her eyes lit up.
“Better than okay, by far,” she said.
She slid to the floor and placed herself between his legs.
“Your turn now,” she said, “although I could work on you for days and not give you a fraction of the pleasure I just got.”
She ducked her head and forced his cock into her throat as far as she could. She gagged and drew back a bit. After a moment, she forced herself down on his cock again. She made it farther down before choking and pulling her mouth off his cock.
“Sorry,” she said, “you're a little bigger than I'm used to, and I'm a couple of years out of practice. Give me a few minutes and it'll be better.”
She slid his cock back into her mouth without waiting for a reply and started forcing it down her throat again. She was good to her word and quickly got her mouth farther down his cock. When she wrapped a pair of fingers around the base of his cock and started sliding her mouth up and then back down to her top finger, he thought that she'd made it as far as she could.
Now it was Father Clay's turn to sag against the back of the couch. Chastity wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary and wasn't exceptionally skilled at sucking cock, but he didn't care. She was okay at it, and the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth was certainly pleasurable.
But, he thought, I bet it would be a lot better if she were on all fours on the couch, where I could reach her tits.
“Chastity?” he said.
She looked up at him without taking her lips off of him. The sight of her cock disappearing into her mouth right under her twinkling brown eyes set his cock to twitching. She stilled it with her hand and kept staring at him.
“Would you consider doing that from on the couch?” he said. “Where I can reach your breasts and play with them.”
Her lips made a little popping noise as his cock slipped out of her mouth. Two seconds later she was on the couch beside him, lowering her head again. Clay reached out and started stroking one of her breasts and she seemed to enjoy it, but when his fingers trailed down to her nipple and gave it a tug, he knew she was liking the contact. Her lips contracted on his cock for a moment and the nipple swelled visibly.
