Congregation Copulation- Complete Series

by Holly Ardent

  Clay nodded. He pushed her over to the bed and sat her down on the edge of it.

  “This one may not entertain you very much, but I wanted to try it for at least a minute or two.”

  Clay gathered up her hair and shifted his chest in close to her. He spun in a circle, wrapping her hair around his chest as far as it could go. Charity decided to not take offense and, when she saw what he was doing, helped. She put her hands on her hair and rubbed them back and forth so it would slide across his chest.

  After a few moments of that she burst out laughing. Her hands fell away and Clay watched them drop. He stared at her.

  “What?” he asked.

  “I'm sorry Father. But... A priest... and a hair shirt?”

  She doubled over laughing. Clay could see the humor in the joke, but since he was the butt of it, he was having a problem laughing with her.

  “I don't think that's quite the effect they were after,” he said.

  Charity stifled a laugh.

  “I don't know, didn't they use it to mortify themselves? You looked mortified when I burst out laughing.”

  She doubled over again. This time Clay gave up on trying to feel offended and chuckled along with her.

  “Yes, they did, and yes, I was. But...”

  Clay's words trailed off when he realized he was about to try to justify not finding a joke funny. He stood there, silent, until Charity reached up and lightly stroked a finger along his ribs. Then he burst out laughing.

  “No fair tickling!” he said.

  The dam had burst now though and he kept laughing, even when she pulled her hands away from him.

  “Forgive me Father,” she said. “That was very rude of me. I shouldn't have interrupted like that. Would you like my hair back?”

  “That's alright. It felt wonderful, but I don't imagine it did anything for you.”

  “Then how about I make it up to you?” she asked. “Lie down on your back.”

  Clay got onto the bed and Charity straddled his body. His cock was erect and lying against his flesh when she lowered herself onto him. Instead of taking him right in, she left his cock horizontal and slid it's width between her labia. She stared sliding her slit along his cock, back and forth. Clay knew she was wet, she was getting his cock soaked with what she was doing. It was also driving him crazy since it felt almost, but not quite, like he was inside of her.

  After a few minutes of that she lifted herself up. Her hand came down and angled his cock straight up, then she lowered herself onto him. He sank deep into her hot, wet cunt. She settled down on him and started wiggling her hips back and forth. The motion was making the head of his cock move around inside of her and Clay decided that it felt amazing. When she tilted her head forward and her hair cascaded down onto his chest, he nearly lost it. She rubbed her hair against the skin of his chest, wrapping small lengths around his rigid nipples and pulling her hair away so the strands ran around his nipples as she withdrew it.

  Eventually Clay remembered that he wanted to give as good as he got. So he reached around her and grabbed her ass. He squeezed and fondled it for a few minutes before sliding a finger down between her cheeks, looking for her opening. When he found it, he slid the tip of his finger into her.

  Her pussy contracted immediately and she stared at him, eyes wide. He pushed a little harder and his dry finger forced its way into her ass.

  “You can have that if you like,” she said. “But I need to warn you that I normally fall asleep right after anal sex. There's something about it that always makes me sleep well, and fast.”

  “You'll fall asleep right here?” Clay asked. “With me wrapped around you? Let's do it.”

  She raised an eyebrow at me again.

  “You're willing to miss the rest of the night just for this?” she asked.

  “You said you don't need to leave until three tomorrow. I'm normally up by seven. I think eight hours tomorrow ought to make up for it, no?”

  “Well, I need to be home for three, so not quite eight hours. I'm an early riser though, so we'll have plenty of time tomorrow.”

  Charity lifted herself up off of his cock and shifted position just a little. When she lowered herself again, Clay felt his cock slide into her ass. Even with as wet as his cock was, it was extremely tight. Charity let out tiny little gasps of pain as she lowered herself, but she kept going.

  “Oh God, I love how this hurts,” she said. “Not any sort of extreme pain, just tiny little stabs of it over and over at first.”

  Clay realized that her pained noises were turning him on.

  Something else to trouble me. I can't believe that her pain is exciting me. I must be sick in the head somehow.

  Charity settled herself lower and lower until there was no more of him to slide into her. She paused for a moment, then wiggled her hips. Once again Clay felt the head of his cock swaying around inside of her, but this time there was significantly less movement involved. When she finished wiggling, Charity lifted herself up, sliding his cock out of her ass almost all the way, then she let go and her weight pushed his cock back inside of her.

  As she slid back down his shaft, her ass clenched over and over, trying to keep him out. The only thing those efforts accomplished was to massage his cock as it slid deep into her again. Clay grunted when she reached the bottom.

  “That's so good,” he said.

  “It will be for me too, just as soon as I loosen up a little. Want to help?”

  He nodded and she took his hand and drew it to her clit.

  “Gently please,” she said.

  Clay used the tip of his forefinger to tease her clit as she rode his cock with her ass. Over the next few minutes he felt her loosen up. The looser her ass got, the more she picked up speed. He tried to keep his finger moving in time with her own movements, speeding up as she did so. When she started panting he was sure that he was doing it right.

  “I'm going to cum soon,” she said. “Join me, please? I'd hate to fall asleep on you before you came.”

  “No worries there, I've been fighting to not cum for a few minutes now.”

  When she heard his reply, she started slamming herself up and down on his cock. He couldn't keep his finger on her clit any more, but it didn't seem to matter to her. She kept slamming away on him, but threw her head back and let out a cross between a groan and a moan. Then her entire body went rigid and Clay felt her ass tighten down on his cock.

  If anything, her ass was tighter than when he'd first entered her, but she still didn't stop. She kept pounding herself on his cock as quickly as she could manage. Clay stopped trying to resist and, within moments, his cock was gushing into her ass.

  “I'm cumming,” he said.

  Charity slammed down on him one more time, burying his spurting cock deep inside of her. She collapsed forward, her breasts coming down on his chest, her hair spilled out to either side of them.

  By the time Clay finished cumming, she was motionless atop him. Not quite asleep, but not fully awake any more either. He slowly pulled himself out of her, then rolled her onto the other side of the bed. He got up for long enough to draw back the sheets and blanket and cover her with them. Then he crawled back into bed and moved over next to her.

  Charity woke enough to grab his arm, roll on her side, and drape his arm over her. Her last act, before Clay heard her start to snore, was to gather her hair and spread it across the top of both of them like an extra blanket.

  Clay's hand nuzzled into her breasts. He cupped one in his hand and let her gentle snores put him to sleep.

  * * *

  Clay woke to a warm, wetness on his cock. He wasn't entirely certain he was awake until he looked down and saw the mass of hair that covered his lower body and the woman whose mouth was on his cock.

  He tried to shift and sit up.

  “I think, maybe some breakfast first?” he said.

  Charity's hand came up and pushed down on his stomach, letting him know exactly where her priorities were.

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nbsp; When she slid the tip of his cock into her throat, he knew he'd be cumming soon. He'd never had morning sex yet although frequently suffered from morning wood. With his mind still groggy from sleep, there was nothing but pleasure coursing through it and he had no hope of delaying his orgasm.

  Charity drew back when she felt his cock swell and his cum spurted into her mouth. When he was done she sat up, licking her lips.

  “Now we can have breakfast,” she said.

  Father Clay found it incredibly easy to make small talk over breakfast. Even talking about his duties at the church didn't disturb him like it had after the last few times he'd broken his vows.

  “I need to go over and do some paperwork at the church today, but it shouldn't take long,” he said.

  “You'll wait for that until after I leave, right?” Charity said warningly.

  He nodded hastily.

  “Shouldn't you have a secretary there to handle that?” she asked.

  “Yes, there's a budget for one, but I've redirected those funds to materials to repair the church. After I have enough for that, I'll look for a secretary.”

  “I might be able to send someone your way for that position, if you'd like. If not, you might ask Faith. She keeps tabs on all the gossip and is sure to know who could handle the job and needed the money.”

  “I'll keep that in mind,” Clay said.

  The rest of the morning passed far too quickly for Clay in a blissful manner that had the time feel hazy and irrelevant. Charity told him that her husband wasn't due back for two weeks and while she couldn't stay over every night, she was sure she could manage two more nights, and several more visits other than the overnights.

  Clay allowed himself to be swayed by her arguments. After all, he got what he wanted this way and, as far as he could tell, no-one was being hurt.

  If we're both happier and in a better mood, doesn't that make everything we touch a little better as well?

  Deep down he knew there were flaws with that logic, but he couldn't bring himself to pick them apart. When Charity left for the day, he was already eagerly looking forward to her next visit.

  * * *

  * * *

  Chastity's Confusion

  (Older Woman/Younger Man Cheating Wife Erotica)

  Congregation Copulation #4

  Holly Ardent

  Father Clayton Barnes, known as Father Clay to most people, was having a good day. He was outside in the sun, working on restoring the church he'd recently been assigned to.

  When he'd arrived, one of the first things he noticed was that while the house he was to live in was in good condition, the church hadn't been maintained very well at all. So he'd set aside some of the operational funds of the church and purchased materials to repair it himself.

  Originally he'd planned to do the work as penance for some of his own bad habits, but now he'd come to grips with them on his own. With help from some women in his congregation he now felt little to no guilt about the problems which had previously kept him up nights.

  Looks like I've got the church almost completely repaired. It doesn't look half bad, even if I do say so myself, he thought. I wonder how Charity is doing finding a secretary for me? Now that I have nearly all the repairs done, the church can afford one.

  He stored the remaining materials in a shed behind the church and then crossed the street, headed for his house. He opened the door and was greeted by the noise of claws scrabbling on the hardwood floor. A series of sharp, shrill barks preceded the small ball of fur that charged his ankles.

  “Down Buddy!” Clay said. “Yes, I'll take you for a walk after lunch.”

  Buddy was a beagle puppy, and he was a good portion of the reason Father Clay slept well at night now. He'd had problems sleeping when he first moved here. The silence and loneliness in the house had kept him awake at nights. Charity, one of the women from his congregation, had suggested that he might sleep better with a pet in the house. He'd been going to get a smaller breed of dog, but when he'd seen the beagle in the pet store he knew he'd found his new companion.

  Father Clay made himself lunch, adding a bit of extra food to his plate to feed to Buddy under the table. Once they'd eaten he put Buddy on a leash and took him out for a walk along a little used side road.

  On the way home, Father Clay noticed a strange car in his driveway. It was an older model and not in very good shape. He saw someone walking back towards the car, looking dejected.

  “Hi there, looking for me?” he called out.

  Buddy set to barking again, excited that his person had raised his voice.

  The figure looked up and over at Father Clay, then turned around and walked back towards the front door. Clay hurried his pace, heading for the door.

  “Hello, can I help you?” he said.

  “I hope so. Faith asked me to tell you that she sent me,” the woman replied.

  Clay looked back at the woman after opening the door. Every other woman that had come by on a request from Faith had been here to help him violate his vows by engaging in sexual congress with him. He wondered about this one though. She was attractive, and he thought she had a good figure, but her posture was slumped and she had a general air of defeat about her.

  I imagine I had that same air about me the first week or two I was here, so I won't judge her.

  “Come in, please,” he said.

  The woman entered the house, head hanging low.

  “Have a seat, let me take care of Buddy here and then I'll be right with you.”

  Clay took Buddy out the back door which led into a small fenced enclosure. He checked to make sure the dog had water in his dish, then went back to his guest.

  “I'm Father Clay,” he said, “who are you?”

  “Chastity,” the woman said.

  “You said Faith sent you?”

  Chastity nodded.

  Now that Charity has me over those stupid inhibitions I used to have, maybe I can take the initiative instead of letting the woman do so, he thought. It should be a welcome change.

  “So, tell me a little about yourself,” he said.

  “I don't know where to start,” Chastity said.

  “You seem sad or bothered by something. Perhaps you could start with that, it might help to talk about it.”

  “Oh Father, I thought I had a perfect life. I married the man I loved right out of high school. I thought he loved me too. But after we were married for ten years I got pregnant. We didn't mean for that to happen, but when he wanted me to terminate the pregnancy, I just couldn't. A week after I got out of the hospital with my baby, my husband disappeared. I haven't seen him since and that was more than two years ago.”

  She fits Faith's patterns so far. A mother who has problems with her husband, although Chastity's problems are more severe than any of the others by far. Evidently Faith has sent me yet another woman she thinks I should fornicate with.

  Clay sat down beside Chastity on the couch. He was very close to her and reached over to touch the back of her hand.

  “I'm so sorry Chastity. I can only imagine what that felt like.”

  “I'm mostly over that, but I had to move back in with my mother. She's not rich or anything, but we get by. She watches my son for me when I have work.”

  Clay wrapped her hand in his own and held on tightly. A few moments later Buddy started barking at the back door. He sighed and stood.

  “Excuse me, Buddy is still new to me so I should go see what he wants.”

  “You can let him in if you want Father, I like dogs,” Chastity said.

  “I'll go do that. Would you like a relaxing drink?”

  “Alright, I suppose.”

  “I'll let Buddy in, then just be a few minutes while I make drinks for us,” Clay said.

  Buddy came scampering in the back door when Clay opened it. The small dog took off out of the kitchen at top speed. Clay heard him start barking again while he was making coffee. Then the barking stopped abruptly.

  He finished put
ting together a pair of Irish Coffees, his favorite drink, and headed for the living room. When he walked in Chastity had Buddy in her lap. The dog was lying on his back, getting his belly rubbed. Clay noticed that Chastity was smiling, and noted that his estimation was right. She was very attractive, more so when she managed to shake her dark mood.

  He cleared his throat and set her coffee on the table. Then he sat next to her again and took a sip from his own.

  Chastity looked self-conscious.

  “I'm sorry, he just kept looking at my lap and barking until I let him hop into it.”

  “That's entirely my fault,” Clay said. “I've been spoiling him horribly ever since I got him. That includes letting him sit in my lap.”

  Clay held his coffee high and used his other hand to pat his leg. Buddy saw him and rolled over, then trotted from her legs to his, where he plopped down. Clay scratched his ears the way Buddy liked, then lowered his coffee and sipped again.

  Chastity reached out and picked up her coffee. She took a sip and a surprised look flashed across her face.

  “Is that alcohol in there?” she asked.

  Father Clay nodded.

  “I have some vices. No man is perfect, not even a priest. But I do find that whiskey helps me relax and I spent the entire morning doing repairs on the church. I need to relax some right now.”

  “Oh,” Charity said in a small voice.

  She took another sip and her face relaxed some.

  “It is quite good,” she said, “but I don't know if I'd call it relaxing.”

  Father Clay shrugged.

  “It helps relax my muscles when I've been using them a lot. So long as I indulge in it with moderation, I don't feel that I'm doing anything wrong.”

  Why am I justifying myself? I know why she's here and the alcohol is really nothing compared to that.

  Clay took a deep drink of his coffee and watched as Chastity did the same. They sat in silence for a minute or two, drinking. Buddy shifted around until his hindquarters were on one of Chastity's legs and the front of his body was on Clay's leg. The two of them were each petting the dog and he was lapping up the attention.