She is going to do it for Jake

Linda went home to think about it, but her mind was already made up. She was going to do it, no matter how disgusting she found Father Paul.

As stepped out of the church, the warm sunlight danced across her face, illuminating her flawless complexion. Her bright blue eyes sparkled like diamonds, and her full lips curled into a contemplative smile. She was a vision of loveliness, with her long, curly blonde hair bouncing with each step. Her 32D breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse, drawing admiring glances from passersby.

Despite her stunning appearance, Linda's mind was consumed by thoughts of Father Paul's proposal. She couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach whenever she thought of the priest's ugly face.

On Friday morning she went to see the Doctor to get pills against pregnancy. The doctor told her that next week if her results are good she will get the pills.

Linda thanked the doctor and went back home.

On Friday afternoon she met with Jake at their house, they watched a movie and cuddled, she didn't say a word about her talk with the priest.

As Linda snuggled closer to Jake on the couch, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not sharing her conversation with Father Paul. She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the warmth of Jake's body and the gentle strokes of his fingers through her hair. Jake, oblivious to Linda's inner turmoil, smiled lazily and wrapped his arms tighter around her waist.

Linda's gaze drifted to Jake's face, taking in the sharp angles of his jawline and the bright blue of his eyes. She felt a flutter in her chest as she compared his handsome features to Father Paul's unsightly appearance. How could she even consider doing what the priest had suggested?

As Linda gazed into Jake's eyes, she felt a surge of affection for him, but her mind kept wandering back to Father Paul's proposition. She couldn't help but compare Jake's chiseled features to the priest's wrinkled skin and bulbous nose. The thought made her shudder, but she quickly pushed it aside, focusing on the warmth of Jake's body beside hers.

Linda's gaze drifted downward, taking in the contours of Jake's chest, visible beneath his fitted t-shirt. Her eyes lingered on the slight bulge in his pants, and she felt a flutter in her chest. She knew that Jake was eager to consummate their relationship, and she couldn't blame him.

She decided she had to do it for Jake and for their love.

A week had passed since Linda's visit to the doctor, and she had received the green light to start taking birth control pills. With her mind made up, she found herself standing outside the church, her heart racing with anticipation and trepidation. She took a deep breath, smoothing out her dress and pushing open the heavy wooden door.

As she entered the dimly lit church, the scent of incense wafted through the air, transporting her to a sense of calm. Her eyes adjusted to the soft light, and she spotted Father Paul sitting in the front pew, his eyes fixed intently on her. His wrinkled face creased into a warm smile, and he beckoned her to approach.

As she walked towards Father Paul, Linda's slender legs moved with a subtle sway, accentuating the curves of her hips. She wore a fitted white sundress that hugged her 32D breasts, showcasing her ample cleavage. The hem of the dress fell just above her knees, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her toned thighs. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her heart-shaped face and emphasizing her bright blue eyes. A delicate silver cross hung around her neck, glinting in the dim light of the church.

Father Paul's eyes roved over Linda's figure, his gaze lingering on her breasts and thighs.

As Linda approached Father Paul, she couldn't help but notice the way his eyes seemed to gleam with an unsettling intensity. His wrinkled face creased into a warm smile, but to Linda, it only made him appear more grotesque. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he beckoned her to sit beside him, his bony fingers waving in invitation.

Despite her revulsion, Linda's faith in the priest's words remained unwavering. She believed that he was truly trying to help her and Jake, and that his unorthodox methods were necessary to ensure their salvation. As she sat down beside him, she felt a surge of determination course through her veins.

Father Paul's voice was low and gravelly as he asked, "So, my child, how did you decide?" His eyes, sunken and lined with age, seemed to bore into Linda's very soul, as if searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation. His gaze lingered on her face, drinking in the sight of her smooth, unblemished skin and the gentle curve of her lips.

Linda's voice trembled slightly as she replied, "I've decided to do it, Father Paul." Her bright blue eyes locked onto the priest's, seeking reassurance that she was making the right decision. Despite her conviction, a faint glimmer of uncertainty flickered within her.

Father Paul's face creased into a warm, approving smile, his sunken eyes sparkling with a knowing glint. "Ah, my child, I knew you would see the wisdom in my words," he said, his voice dripping with paternal benevolence. His gaze roamed over Linda's face, drinking in the sight of her porcelain skin and the gentle curve of her lips.

Father Paul nodded, satisfied with Linda's answer. "Very well, my child. Come with me, we shall proceed with the next steps." He rose from the pew, his frail frame barely able to support his weight. Linda followed closely behind, her heart pounding in her chest. They exited the church, stepping out into the bright sunlight.

Father Paul led Linda to his parsonage, a small, modest home located just a few blocks away from the church. Linda couldn't help but notice the disrepair of the building, with its peeling paint and cracked windows.

As they entered the parsonage, Linda's eyes scanned the dimly lit interior, taking in the faded furniture and worn carpets. The air inside was stale and musty, filled with the scent of old books and decay. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, her bright blue eyes sparkling with discomfort. Father Paul, seemingly oblivious to the unpleasant atmosphere, gestured for her to follow him, his bony fingers waving limply in the air.

Linda trailed behind him, her high heels clicking on the creaky floorboards. Her fitted white sundress clung to her curves, accentuating her 32D breasts and toned thighs.

As Linda followed Father Paul through the narrow hallway, her eyes couldn't help but wander to the priest's frail form, his stooped shoulders and thinning grey hair making him appear even older and more decrepit than she had initially thought. She felt a shudder run down her spine as he stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall, his bony hand grasping the doorknob with a faint tremble.

"Come, my child," he said, his voice low and gravelly, as he pushed open the door to reveal a small, dimly lit room with a single bed in the center.

Father Paul's voice was low and gravelly as he spoke, his sunken eyes fixed intently on Linda's face. "Now, my child, I want you to undress for me." His gaze seemed to burn with an inner intensity, his pupils gleaming with a fervor that made Linda's skin crawl.

Linda's heart skipped a beat as she hesitated, her mind racing with doubts and fears. But she pushed them aside, reminding herself that she had come this far, and that Father Paul was only trying to help her and Jake. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath her fitted white sundress, and reached behind her back to unzip the dress.

As Linda's slender fingers released the zipper, the sound echoed through the small room like a whispered promise.

As the zipper slid down, Linda's slender fingers hesitated for a moment, her bright blue eyes darting towards Father Paul's face, searching for reassurance. The priest's sunken eyes gleamed with an intense light, his gaze burning with an inner fire that made Linda's skin prickle with unease. Yet, she steeled herself, reminding herself that she trusted Father Paul, and that he was only trying to help her and Jake.

With a quiet rustle, the white sundress slipped off Linda's shoulders, revealing a lacy, powder-pink bra that hugged her 32D breasts perfectly.

Father Paul's eyes widened with surprise and pleasure as he watched Linda slip off her sundress, revealing the lacy pink bra that hugged her ample cleavage. A slow smile spread across his face, and he could hardly contain his excitement as he watched her.

Linda's cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment as she finished undressing, standing before the priest in nothing but her bra and matching panties.

As Linda stood before Father Paul, her slender figure illuminated by the faint light filtering through the grimy window, the priest's eyes devoured her near-naked form. His gaze lingered on the lacy pink bra, which struggled to contain her generous 32D breasts, and the matching panties that hugged her toned thighs. A faint drool formed at the corner of his mouth, and his breathing grew labored as he struggled to contain his lust.

Linda, still embarrassed by her state of undress, tried to cover herself with her hands, but Father Paul's voice stayed her actions.

Father Paul's gaze raked over Linda's half-naked body, taking in the soft curves and smooth skin. He swallowed hard, his throat dry with desire. "Good, very good," he croaked, reaching out to touch her shoulder. Linda flinched at his touch, but didn't pull away. Instead, she looked up at him, her bright blue eyes wide and innocent.

Linda's slender fingers trembled slightly as she reached behind her back to unclasp the lacy pink bra. The delicate fabric seemed to shimmer in the faint light, highlighting the gentle curves of her 32D breasts. As the bra came undone, Linda's breasts sprang free, their creamy skin glowing with a soft, pearlescent sheen. The nipples, a delicate pink, puckered slightly as the cool air caressed them.

Father Paul's eyes widened in rapt attention, his sunken gaze devouring the sight of Linda's bare breasts. A faint gasp escaped his lips, and his bony fingers clenched into fists at his sides.

Father Paul's eyes were glued to Linda's naked breasts, his gaze drinking in the sight of her creamy skin and delicate pink nipples. He had never seen anyone so beautiful before, let alone naked. His mind reeled with the sheer magnitude of his discovery, his thoughts consumed by the realization that he had been given access to this stunning creature's body. He felt a surge of power and excitement, his old heart racing with anticipation.

Linda, still standing before him, felt a shiver run down her spine as she sensed Father Paul's intense gaze upon her. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but her hands hesitated, unsure of what to do.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled the cassock over his head, revealing a thin, wrinkled torso clad in a stained white shirt.

Linda's gaze faltered, her eyes dropping to the floor as she felt a wave of revulsion wash over her. Father Paul's body was even more unattractive than she had imagined, his skin pale and clammy, his muscles sagging beneath his skin.

As Father Paul continued to disrobe, Linda's eyes widened in horror, her gaze fixed on the priest's emaciated frame. His skin was deathly pale, with a subtle sheen of sweat that made him appear almost reptilian. The stained white shirt was followed by a pair of tattered boxers, which he slowly slid down his spindly legs. Linda's eyes dropped, unable to bear the sight of the priest's nakedness.

But her gaze was inexorably drawn back to Father Paul's body, her mind struggling to reconcile the ugliness of his physique with the authority and power he wielded as a spiritual leader.

As Linda's gaze fell upon Father Paul's groin, her eyes widened in shock, her mind struggling to process the sight before her. Despite his emaciated frame, Father Paul's penis was surprisingly large, its 8-inch length jutting out from his body like a grotesque parody of masculinity. The flesh was pale and veiny, with a slight sheen to it that seemed almost... unhealthy.

Linda's thoughts recoiled in horror, her mind screaming at her to look away, to flee from the monstrous sight before her. But her body seemed rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on the offending member as if mesmerized by its sheer audacity.