Fuck Me Father, For I Have Sinned (MMM Priest Erotica)

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Fuck Me Father, For I Have Sinned

I scramble to stand, a hand grabs me by the arms and pulls me towards him. All that is said, was a quiet "Shhhh" by him. He pulls me close, touching my hair, fingering it, smelling its fragrance. His fingers touch my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

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I tilt my head, he replaces his fingers with his mouth. He flicks his tongue out, as if tasting my flesh. My mouth opens, he covers it with his hand in time to silence the gasp. I let his hand travel to my breast. The instant he touches it, my nipple hardens. Rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I tremble and arch my back, wanting him to touch me, fondle me, violate me.

He moans into my neck as his hand continues on its fiery path. From my breast, to my ass, and then around to the front. My legs open almost under their own free will, allowing him access to my most intimate place. I know he will find me wet, and willing. He slowly rubs me through my satin panties. They are so wet it is almost like there is nothing there. I hold my breath waiting, silently pleading with him to touch me. He slips a finger into the elastic band of the panties, to find me soaking wet. I hear his sharp intake of breath as if he is surprised to find me so ready.

I rotate my hips in hopes that he will find my hard clit. Mmmm yes he finds it, lightly he strokes it, small tight circles, driving me to the brink. Leaving my clit he lets his fingers slide down, inserting one, then two, into my wet pussy,then he whispers I groan and my hips buck towards his fingers in response.

I am on the verge of losing my mind to the ecstasy, when I here a zipper.

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He takes my hand and presses to his crotch, my god the bulge is huge, I reach in to free it. As if blind, I see it with my hand. Feeling the soft flesh, feeling its heat. I am shocked to feel my fingers do not even meet to incircle it. I rub the head of his cock, feeling the precious drops of pre-cum, I bring my fingers to my mouth to taste.

He rumbles a groan and pulls me towards him and turns.

He sits down on the seat. Pushing my skirt up around my hips. In the struggle to rid me of my panties, they rip, he rips them the rest of the way and throws them to the side. He urges me forward with his hands, I spread my legs and straddle his hips. My pussy is only inches away from his hard throbbing cock. Then slowly he guides me downward. The head of his cock pulsing against my flesh. I can feel its girth in the head alone. Gently inch, by inch, I take him into me.

Grasping my hips he pulls me down, taking my breath away. I feel like I have been impaled. We sit joined together flesh against flesh. Cupping my breast he pulls it towards his face. Lightly running his tongue across the nipple, making it harden. I arch my back pushing it deeper into his mouth.

I raise myself and slowly begin to move. I can feel him moan through my breast. His pleasure spurs me on to raise alittle higher and faster. His hand runs between our bodies and finds my clit, pressing on it sending chills shooting through my body. I can feel myself on the edge, I move faster, my breathing becoming ragged. I have no knowledge of where I am at, only the feeling of what is coming. He grabs my hips, pushing himself deeper into my pussy. My nails digging into his shoulders, he whispers, "Are you cumming?

Throwing my head back, I bite my lip to keep from crying out. I feel his body tense and one last deep thrust pushes him over the edge.

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Burying his face in my breasts he groans aloud. He is still fucking me, letting my pussy milk every ounce of cum out of his throbbing cock. It all slows, coming to rest on the base of his cock, I can feel his cum trickle out of me. He pulls me off his cock and stands. My legs trembling I hear him zip his pants. Quietly before I realize it he has opened the door and stepped out shutting it behind him.

Leaving me alone and in silence, I clean myself the best I can. Pulling down my skirt, running my fingers through my hair I take a deep breath. I turn him on every Sunday. That night I had visions of the young priest. How nice he was to me and I did as he told me: The best secrets are the ones that can be shared…with my best friend Becky and with Daniel. I was nervous all day, primping, dressing…not fully dressed!

Father Daniel was just inside as I entered and he took my hand as we walked to his office at the back of the church…my hand rubbing against his robe. He looked so regal and elegant in his long black robe, with the large cross hanging down around his neck.

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His hand was warm and just feeling his flesh was already warming me. He opened the office door, we walked inside, he closed the door…and locked it. I wondered how it was that my first swallow of the fluid immediately sent a jolt to my cunt but it did.

He kissed the top of my head. I knew it was too soon and very wrong…but I reached out my hand resting on top of his robe and felt his stiff pole; looking into his face. It was very quiet in his office. We had another swallow of wine. His pole moved on my hand and he kissed me. A horny priest…or is that an oxymoron? It was so dirty and wrong and so hot. He kissed me again! I confess I was nervous about all this: I crossed my legs and felt the air cooling me…exciting me more. Under my dress I was naked and vulnerable…I wanted to be vulnerable for this priest…wondering what he would do with me when I yielded to my sexual feelings.

Father Daniel broke the silence: How I had sinned…his cock flexed on my hand as he asked…It was all so hot and erotic and he kissed me again, pouring us more wine; the clock and my heart ticking together. Are you sure you want to hear? I got to liking the strange taste. One afternoon I had gotten him really stiff and anxious and ready to cum. I was hot and wet and it was a warm afternoon; the two of us on the porch. His red doggy dick was in full display and my hand was wet with him…I knew he was ready to spurt out his cum…my pussy not far from that big, stiff thing. I was so ready. Daniel had lifted his robe as I was telling my story.

He had a nice cock. He smiled and kissed me and I pushed his face away: His eyes were flashing. I rubbed it on my wet body and moved a little more; his cock now just spreading my lips slightly: I forget the rest! Father Daniel, in a stern voice said: I was fucking him. My leg over his body acted as a lever and I moved my leg to bring his cock in and out…I was getting frantic for release. That was the first time…but not the last. We were no longer a pretty young girl and naughty sex-starved horny priest but a female and a male, both of us on fire…ripe with lust…our hands and lips and tongues exploring, feeling, stroking.

He lifted the hem of his robe.

I looked down and there it was…stiff and wet. He had a nice cock but it was circumcised…not to my taste…I preferred uncircumcised cocks with their crimson heads peeking out of their foreskins…it was like a teasing dragon exiting the cave to take me on a wild sexual ride…but…well…I tasted his anyway of course and stroked him some more, his fingers in my hair as I licked and tasted…I had never known such reverence! It was a religious experience! I saw cocks of all kinds fucking me off.

He stood then and looked down at me.

Fuck Me Father, For I Have Sinned

I looked up at him: I reached and stroked it some more…feelings his balls. I knew what I was doing. I thought of granddad and the many times I had stroked his balls. How well I had been taught. He looked at me and down at my hands playing on his stiff cock, fondling his ball sack: He took my head, pulling me onto him…fingers in my hair as I began to suck him. That was enough of a confession for me…my mouth was full and my ears were filling.

I had watched him sermonizing from the pulpit. He was lofty and regal and gallant. Now he was just putty in my hands. Underneath all that, beneath his lifted robe, he was all man, pulsing, a wetting man responding to my tongue and lips, me savoring his body fluids as his cock was reacting to my ablutions…his own special holy waters in my mouth…my cunt hot and also ready to be anointed.

His hand was up my dress now…pausing as it found my naked cunt…then fingers came alive, worshiping its folds and its own holy fluids…we were two hot, panting people. He kneeled between my legs, I opened myself for him. My turn to finger his hair…pulling his face into me as I lifted my bottom and arched my back…his tongue was sending me to Heaven! I put both hands on the cross he had around his neck dangling on my pussy…pulling on it. I spasmed and let out a little girly grunt as he pressed into me.

I stood there straddling him…his cock erect.

We were both laughing now as I climbed on for my ride. I knew he was ready and wanting me…I looked into his eyes…he was questioning…what I was doing hovering and still, just above his wet cock…It was our moment of truth…all the truth and nothing but…I held myself steady and looked at him. I was still above his hot cock, nudging the tip with my cunt lips…not letting him enter me yet…more teasing… and he tried to lift into me but I lifted too.

Do you fuck Becky too? I forced my hands on his chest and gripped his cross. He took my breath…my face was on his…kissing him…our tongues at work. He thrust into me again this time with an urgency; I felt him release, hot jets of cum inside and release his hands at my waist…I needed more, lusted for more but he was going limp…God! I mumbled in his ear as his limp cock slipped out of me completely: I was by his side now, resting.