Fucking "Father"

I so badly wanted to ask him what he thought I was doing. I mean even a man of the cloth knows what sex is, especially if you believe all the news stories that had been reported since the beginning of the nineties! Still maybe this was his first experience where a female was molesting him, instead of him molesting an altar boy! As it was, I had my right hand around his flaccid but quickly hardening cock.

When it was hard enough for me to hold the base of it, I raised my left leg over his crotch and sank my pussy over his cock. “Now father fill me with the good word!”

Christ I swear that the old man must have figured that I was out of my mind. After all who fucks a man of the cloth. Fuck even I knew it was morally wrong considering his commitment to the man upstairs but it just felt so fucking right to do since he was here with me.

I was gentle at first, but the more the father vocalized out loud, the faster I started moving my crotch on his. Christ for an old guy he was either good with his cock or had fantastic muscle memory on how to use it! Either way I was moaning like a slut in heat.

Then I started to wonder if this was the effect of being called a “Whore Of Babylon" was. I mean i have fucked a lot of guys but none were as fucking good as the father currently boning my pussy. I mean he not only was fucking me but he managed to get his hands on my tits, squeezing then s he thrusted his tongue into my mouth as he kissed me.

Then either because he doesn’t fuck much of he wanted to please his parishioner, but he came in my pussy before crying out, “Oh god my child I spilt my seed into you!”

“I don’t mind father!” Getting up off his cock and immediately moving my mouth over his cock and licking it all over as I cleaned as much cum off it as I could get.

“My child this is so wrong, maybe if you come to the church this Sunday I will be able to show you where it is written in the good book about what you have made me do to you!”

“OH Father, I’ll come on Sunday or any other day you want me too if you’ll promise to fuck me again!”

That must have scared him. For as soon as I was off his cock and going into the kitchen to get a wet cloth to finish cleaning his crotch up with. The father got up, smoothed his robe back down and made his way to the front door. When I returned to the living room I was staring at an open door, going over I looked both ways hoping to see the Father rushing along his way.

But there was no one except for Mr. Gilliume, who was sitting on his front porch. I knew that his eyesight wasn’t the best, but I thought that his wife had perfect 20/20 vision and already had problems with me and the way I dressed. Wonder what she would do if I went across the street naked and tried to fuck her husband? I was about to step off my porch when I heard a voice cry out, “Damn girl go back inside and put some clothes on!”