by Holly Ardent
She still thinks she can do penance by something sexual. I do supposed sucking on my cock after I came in her ass counts as distasteful though. I'll definitely give her points for originality.
Faith's tongue started licking his cock while it was in her mouth. She worked her way around the entire thing, but before she finished he started getting hard again. She started over, licking his entire erection before pushing up with her head, signaling him to let go.
“There, that should do it then,” she said. “Certainly distasteful and much more of a punishment than the other. Although you seemed to enjoy it.”
Clay's cock was starting to go limp again now that it wasn't in her mouth.
“Not enough to be able to do anything else about it,” he said.
“That's okay, I should really be getting home now anyway.”
Faith stood up and started getting dressed. Clay sat on the edge of the bed and watched with interest. As she left the room she called back over her shoulder.
“See you in church tomorrow Father, and I'll visit again on Monday. You can minister to my needs some more then. You're even good enough that I might confess to some of my friends who could use similar help. Oh, and I'll tuck those dinners in the freezer on my way out.”
Father Clay's face dropped into his hands as he realized what she'd blithely suggested in the middle of her statement.
More women who'll want this? Why can't they find someone else? Why me? Lord, what have I done to deserve this?
Clay sat in silence with no answers forthcoming.
* * *
Faith was in the front row for his sermon the next day. He assumed the surly looking man beside her was her husband and wasn't at all surprised when it appeared that the man was nodding off during his sermon. As the congregation was filing out after the services, Faith's husband left as quickly as he could. She waited to be last and had another woman with her, a younger looking brunette.
“Hello Father Clay. I want to introduce you to my friend Hope,” Faith said.
* * *
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Hope's Wants
Congregation Copulation #2
(Older Woman/Younger Man Cheating Wife Erotica)
Holly Ardent
Father Clay was sitting in his study on Monday afternoon, the day after he'd given his first public sermon.
What am I going to do? I'm such a hypocrite. The day after committing adultery with Faith, I preached a sermon on the Ten Commandments.
He was slowly discovering that his own predicament was giving him ideas for sermons that he never would have thought of before. He thought that these sermons might connect with his average congregation member far more than most of the ones he'd heard, or written himself, in the past.
His musing were interrupted by the doorbell.
I wonder who it is? I've had a couple of visitors this morning, people who wanted to get to know the new priest a little better. I wonder what they think of me? I'm younger than almost everyone who was at the service yesterday.
He opened the door and found two smiling women standing there. He found himself smiling, despite knowing that he shouldn't be happy at their presence.
“Faith, and Hope was it? Come in, please.”
The two women, one blonde and the other a brunette, stepped into the house.
“Hello Father,” Faith said. “I hope we aren't disturbing you.”
You've already disturbed me far more than I thought possible, but that isn't what you mean, he thought.
“No, not at all. I was just thinking of possible sermon topics.”
“Oh good, I hoped we could spend a little time with you. Hope would like to get to know you a little better, so I brought her over.”
Hope nodded.
“I thought it would be an intrusion, but Faith convinced me you wouldn't mind,” she said.
“It's quite all right. Come on in,” Clay said.
He stepped back from the door, closing it once they were both in the house. Faith settled in on the couch with Hope beside her. Father Clay took the armchair nearest them.
There was an awkward silence for a minute or two. Faith looked from Hope to Clay and back, then shook her head.
“Father,” she said. “I went ahead and started telling some of the other women that would be interested about you. Hope wanted to meet you and get to know you a little after I told her about you.”
Hope's face flushed and she looked down at the floor.
“Faith, I'm not entirely comfortable with what happened,” Father Clay said.
“Clay, I thought you told me you were going to stop trying to run away.”
“I meant at that time, not necessarily in the future.”
“Come now Father, can't you see we're embarrassing Hope?” Faith said.
I think it's you embarrassing her, not me, but I can certainly help her be more at ease.
“Perhaps we ought to talk about something else then?” he said.
Hope nodded enthusiastically.
“Please?” she said.
“I'll just go make us all some coffee, shall I?” Faith said.
She stood and left for the kitchen without waiting for an answer.
“I'm sorry,” Hope said. “I've never been very good at making small talk.”
“That's quite all right. Faith said you wanted to get to know me better?”
“That's not quite what I said to her. That's just how she interpreted it. Faith is a little out there sometimes.”
I think I found that out on my own, Clay thought.
“From what I know of her, I'd have to agree,” he said.
“Well, I wasn't sure if I should believe what she told me.”
Clay waited a moment to see if she was going to continue.
“I don't know what she told you,” he said, “so I can't say anything about it.”
“She said that... that the two of you made love, and that...”
Hope had been looking at his face, not quite making eye contact, but close. Now she dropped her gaze back to the floor. Clay watched her face redden again as she continued.
“That you were more than happy to indulge some requests she made of you. Some... some rather kinky ones.”
Father Clay closed his eyes. He could feel his own face burning to match Hope's.
I must be red as a tomato, he thought.
“That's not quite how I see it, but it's close enough. Did she happen to mention that she had to threaten me to get me to cooperate?”
Hope's face snapped up.
“She did that? No, she didn't mention it.”
Father Clay understood the mental benefits of confession. Since he was never going to confess this indiscretion to another priest, he found that talking to Hope about it was having a similar effect.
“Yes, she did,” he said. “Much to my shame, I found myself enjoying it though.”
“Oh! You did? She said that also, but I never know what to believe out of what she tells me.”
“Yes, I did. I also didn't object when she mentioned that she was going to bring up the subject with some others that might be interested.”
“See Hope, I told you so,” Faith said.
She set down the two coffees she was carrying. Father Clay groaned inwardly when he saw the fluffy mounds of whipped cream on top. He was pretty sure Faith had made Irish Coffee again. She turned around and went back to the kitchen for her own drink, then settled onto the couch when she came back out.
“So, have you two been having an interesting chat?” she asked.
Father Clay picked up his coffee and took a sip, primarily to avoid answering the question. He nearly chuckled out loud when he saw Hope do the same thing.
“I'll take that as a yes,” Faith said, after a long pause.
With the whiskey in the Irish coffee, Hope seemed to loosen up a bit. Faith excused herself after about half an hour, leaving Hope and Father Clay alone. The two continued talking until Hope glanced at her phone. A smile sprea
d across her face and Clay saw that while she was fairly attractive, with a slightly plump figure that emphasized her curves, she was beautiful when she smiled.
“I need to leave and pick my son up from school. Can I come over again on Wednesday morning? We should have quite a bit of time if I'm here before lunch.”
I wonder why she's worried about having enough time? Clay thought. But without Faith, at least, Hope is excellent company.
“Just you?” Clay asked.
“Yes, just me. I'm glad Faith dragged me over here today, but I don't spend a lot of time with her on a regular basis. Like I said before, it's hard to know what to believe out of everything she says.”
“You're more than welcome to drop by whenever you like.”
“It will have to be weekdays, when my son is in school,” she said.
“As I said, you're welcome here whenever you like.”
* * *
Clay spent the rest of Monday and all of Tuesday learning where everything was in town and talking to the people he met at those places. The town was small enough that he could easily remember where most of the places he might need were. At the moment, he was mainly concerned with the hardware store since he'd need materials to start working on restoring the church from its dilapidated state.
Tuesday night was the first time in his new house that Clay didn't have to rely on whiskey to help him sleep. He woke up clear-headed on Wednesday and immediately set to work. He made himself a list of the materials he'd need to work on the church and was considering a quick trip to the hardware store when the doorbell rang.
“Hope, welcome. Come in,” he said.
“I'm not too early, am I Father? I came over right after I dropped Jason at school.”
“Is that your son? How old is he?”
“He's six, seven in a couple more months.”
“Is he your only child?”
“Yes, but not for lack of trying. Ever since he turned three, we've been trying to have another, but it just isn't working.”
“I'm sorry to hear that.”
“Thank you, that's the main reason Faith brought me over to meet you. You're attractive, in fairly good shape, personable, and...”
Hope shifted uncomfortably before making eye contact with Clay.
“I'd like you to get me pregnant Father. The doctor told me there was nothing wrong with me so I'm guessing the problem is with my husband, but he refuses to see a doctor to find out.”
Father Clay screwed his eyes shut and swallowed. He tried to keep himself from getting hard, but the thought of getting a woman pregnant had given him a near instant erection.
She must be joking, he thought.
When he opened his eyes Hope was still looking at him, patiently waiting for an answer.
“I don't know Hope, that's a pretty big step for me.”
“I'll let you do whatever else you want,” she said. “I'll do whatever you tell me, as long as you try to get me pregnant. I'm at the most fertile part of my cycle today, tomorrow, and Friday though so I'd like to get started right away. That's why I came so early.”
Father Clay bowed his head for a moment. He wasn't praying, he didn't think it appropriate with the thoughts that were racing through his mind. He just wanted to think about her offer.
Why now? Why couldn't women have thrown themselves at me before I became a priest? he thought. I suppose they think I'm safe because I'm a priest, but don't they understand that priests are people too? That we are just as susceptible to temptation as anyone else? I know that I should turn her down, but I'm weak, I can't resist her offer to do whatever I want.
Father Clay looked up, caught her eye, and nodded.
“I'll do it,” he said.
She threw herself at him, wrapping him in her arms. He felt the press of her breasts against him and she surely felt his erection. It was throbbing hard enough that he could hardly think. He heard her sniffling and broke contact, stepping back.
“Hope, are you sure you want this? You're crying.”
“I'm crying because I'm happy Father. I've wanted another child for so long, but couldn't get pregnant with my husband. I'm positive it's a problem with him, but since he won't even get himself checked out I didn't know what to do. I thought about finding a man in town to try with, but I didn't want to take that sort of chance. I'm sure that you won't spread rumors and that you won't try to take the baby away from me. So now maybe I can have a second child and not worry about it.”
Father Clay saw her nipples tenting her shirt, even though he assumed she was wearing a bra. The tears streaming down her cheeks and sight of her aroused nipples turned him on more than he already was.
What's wrong with me? A woman's tears shouldn't be turning me on, but they are. I shouldn't be doing any of this, but I wouldn't miss it for the world. The Lord did say that we should be fruitful and multiply, but He didn't mean it like this. I suppose it doesn't matter. We were born in sin, and we live our lives in sin. Why should I think myself better than any other person.
He extended his hand to Hope. She took it, then clasped his whole arm as he escorted her upstairs to his bedroom.
* * *
Father Clay watched as Hope undressed. She kicked off her shoes, and then slid her skirt off, revealing gray panties and black knee-high socks, one of which had slid down her leg. She unbuttoned her white shirt and let it hang open as she slid the socks off.
He devoured the sight of her. She didn't look like a woman who had given birth, as a matter of fact, the more clothing she took off, the younger she looked. Hope slid her bra off and her large breasts tumbled out and sagged down. The few stretch marks he saw along the tops of her breasts were the only sign of her being a mother that he could see.
Hope removed her panties, exposing a pink pussy, totally hairless. She finally looked up at Clay.
“Like what you see Father? At least well enough to do what I asked?”
“Assuredly. There will be no problem on that count.”
“What are you waiting for then Father? I think you'll need to remove a few of your own things for this to work.”
“Oh, yes. Sorry, I was distracted.”
Hope smiled and blushed at the same time.
“Thank you. It's nice to know that younger men still find me attractive.”
Father Clay was busy removing his own clothes and his reply was muffled by the shirt he was pulling over his head.
“I can't think of a man that wouldn't find you attractive,” he said.
When he slid his underwear off, Hope's hand stretched out to stroke his cock. He jumped, surprised by the contact, then settled himself back down as she wrapped her hand around it.
“Mmmm,” he sighed.
He sat back on the edge of the bed. Hope followed, standing right in front of him.
“What would you like Father?” she asked.
“I don't know what Faith told you, but I'm not exactly experienced at this. My encounter with her and a few previous fumblings in the dark are all I've had.”
“Well then, would you like me to decide? Whatever I do, I want you to tell me before you cum. That needs to be in my pussy, but there are lots of other things we can do first.”
“Would you?” he replied hopefully.
Instead of answering, she began to slide her hand up and down his cock. Her fingers were wrapped loosely around his shaft, just tight enough for him to feel the contact. She reached out with her other hand and start stroking the bottom of his balls with her fingertips.
Hope squeezed the bottom of his cock and started doing that every time her hand reached the base of his shaft. Clay sat there, enthralled by the sensation and by the sight of the beautiful, naked woman working on him. She dropped to her knees and the next time her hand reached the base of his cock it squeezed tightly and stayed there.
Hope's lips touched the head of his cock in a gentle kiss. She flicked her tongue out, running the tip of it through the slit at the top of his cock. Father Clay groan
ed and reached for her head. When he pushed down, she obligingly slid his cock into her mouth with her lips pressed tightly enough together that it felt like he was forcing his cock into her.
“That's exquisite,” he sighed.
His hands stayed on the back of her head, gently pushing down, trying to get her to take more of him in her mouth. Her hand stayed wrapped around the base of his shaft though and when she got her mouth down that far, she pushed upwards against his hands.
He slid them off of her head, not wanting to distract her from what she was doing. Her head slid back up his cock and he felt her break off the contact with his balls. When she reached the top, she slid her mouth off of him.
“This would be easier, and I might get you deeper, if you were lying down on the bed,” she said.
Clay obligingly slid all the way onto the bed. With him on his back, she went down on all fours and her mouth engulfed him again. Her hands ran up the inside of his thighs as he stared at her dangling breasts.
She could take more of him in this way and she didn't put her hand back on his cock, sliding her lips down over the place her hand had been before. Father Clay closed his eyes and reveled in the sensations. Her hands crept over his body, running over his stomach and chest. Then they slid lower, caressing the outside of his legs before moving to his inner thighs. Her fingers touching the inside of his legs drew goosebumps from him. Her fingers crept higher, playing with his sack again.
Clay's buttocks clenched together as he felt a finger slide into his ass. He tensed up all over and Hope slid her mouth off of his cock.
“What's wrong?” she asked.
“What was that?”
“I was just playing with your ass. That's supposed to make men harder, give them a better erection.”
“It is?” he asked.
Clay glanced down at his cock. It might actually be a little bigger than before she'd done that to him, he wasn't sure.