Here is another installment of this story which seems to be better received as time goes by. If you're a first time reader, please check out chapters 1 & 2 first.
As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters exist only within the confines of my mind! I look forward to reading your feedback on what has been the most debated of my work so far. Enjoy!
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Cock. I love cock. I've yet to experience a cock I didn't immediately love...especially hard, erect cock. I love the feel of hard rigid cock in my mouth, my tongue memorizing every bump and ridge and throbbing vein as I lick and suck. I love the way a cock smells, that mixture of semen, sweat and piss and how the taste is different in every man I've been privileged to suck off.
Part of my mind marveled at the fact that the number of cocks I had experienced in my whole life before a month ago I could have counted on one hand...with fingers to spare. Now, in the span of just four weeks, I had sucked more than I could recall at hand. I was awestruck by the sheer variety of cocks I had experienced. Who knew that they came in so many splendid shapes and sizes? Even more amazing is whose cocks I've been sucking.
Take for instance the cock I had in my mouth at the moment. My tongue rolled slowly over his plum sized knob, tasting piss and precum, my nostrils inhaling the musky scent of his crotch as I looked up into the brilliant blue eyes of Father Thomas, my priest and confessor for the last fifteen years. I drew a groan from my priest as I took more of him in my mouth, my tongue rolling down his considerable shaft.
His gnarled hand dropped down onto my head and twisted in strands of my long, dark hair, tightening as he urged me to take more of his erect penis down my throat. "Ahhh, Sonya. You've a mouth blessed of God himself!" he sighed as I sucked his cock. A nasty shiver ran through my body, making my already hard nipples stiffen even more as my tits swung heavily below me as my mind adjusted to the fact that I was on my hands and knees sucking the cock of a sixty-three year old Catholic priest.
Another shiver rippled through my naked body as I felt something hard brush up against my labia, pressing between my slick lips. A soft palm ran up over my ass and up my back to finally come to rest on my shoulder and I could almost feel the weight of another body leaning over me from behind. Fingers dug into my shoulder, using it for leverage as a long, thick and firm pole, studded with hard bumps was thrust into my steamy and cum filled cunt.
I groaned around my mouthful of priest's cock as Mother Superior Margaret Ann buried her strap-on dildo inside my pussy, thrusting my ass back to meet the long, rubber cock of the nun who often taught my oldest child on Sunday mornings. She chuckled, her voice full of lusty mirth as she said, "Yes, Father -- I never suspected the whore that was hiding inside this one." Her free hand trailed long nails around my waist and up to seize one of my swinging breasts, fingernails digging into my flesh as she rubbed her palm against my throbbing nipple.
It was moments like this that I sent up prayers of thanks to God Almighty for sending me to Mr. Richards, our bank manager who showed me how I could save my family's home from being foreclosed upon by becoming an out and out whore and slut. I sent up thanks that his actions revealed to me after long years of marriage, my true nature -- that I was an absolute sex slut.
Three days a week, I received assignments -- to go forth and sexually pleasure various prominent members of the community. Two days a week, I would visit my bank manager and suck his cock -- often cleaning his secretary's cunt cream off in the process. In exchange, my house payments were taken care of each month and as I had discovered, I made a tidy profit in tips from most assignments. I had sucked captains of industry and deflowered young virgin men. I had sucked cocks ten at a time and so much more.
Three hours ago, I had received a call from Mr. Richard's beautiful secretary, Lilly Fox, telling me with much amusement that I was to be at the rectory of the local Catholic Church two hours hence at 10:00 A.M. She told me that I was to see Father Thomas, a priest that not twenty-four hours before had placed a communion wafer on my tongue. I almost fainted from shock and from excitement. I was told to use my imagination on what to wear but I knew immediately I would again raid my seventeen year old daughter's wardrobe for the naughty school girl's outfit I forbade her to wear -- the same outfit I had used for my first whoring assignment.
Father Thomas had such a pleased smile on his face when he saw me walk into his private office, skirt barely covering my crotch, bare belly and one of my daughter's white blouses, snug and tightly tied up under my breasts, a single button preventing my braless breasts from being exposed.
My priest had stood up and had finished off the glass of wine he was holding and then came around his desk to take a better look at me. I was both embarrassed and aroused as this man of God let his lusty gaze roam up and down my barely clad body. I almost gasped as I saw the bulge grow inside his dark slacks as his stare followed my long legs down to the white socks and black patent leather shoes I was wearing.
"Nice touch, Sonya," he had said admiringly, staring lustily at my feet as he came to me. As I mentioned, Father Thomas is an elderly man, sixty-three years old, a tall, gaunt figure of a man, with a hawkish face, lanky gray hair and those piercing blue eyes that I had always thought could see right into your soul and know your sins. The priest was dressed in neatly pressed slacks and a black shirt complete with his priest's collar. He paused before me and smiled -- not the sweet, comforting smile I had always known from my priest and confessor, but a hungry smile, rife with desire and lust.
"I could scarcely believe my ears when I heard that dear Mrs. Lawson, dutiful mother and maker of brownies for our annual bake sale was a fuck hungry whore." He rubbed the bulge in his pants and added, "But, yesterday, as you knelt for communion and I placed the wafer in your mouth, I imagined resting my dick in your mouth and somehow I could see it in your eyes, Sonya." His hand came up and he brushed his thumb against my lips as he repeated, "I could see it in your eyes, Sonya Lawson -- I knew that before me knelt a true harlot, dedicated to lust and pleasing a man."
I took his thumb in my mouth and sucked it slowly, my eyes never leaving his and then I whispered, "Bless me, Father for I am about to sin." I resumed sucking on his thumb while I took his free hand and slipped it into my shirt so he could fondle my 38D breasts. He sighed happily as his fingers dug into my tit flesh and teased my swollen nipples.
I reached up and undid my shirt button and then undid the knot so the blouse would fall open. I pressed myself against the old priest, thrilling to feel his hard cock, barely restrained by his slacks, press against my stomach. I let his thumb slip from between my lips, covered with my saliva and I rose up on tip-toe to kiss him, his mouth opening eagerly to accept my tongue. I could taste him -- the cigarettes he smoked and the lingering taste of the wine and him...like a finely aged delicacy.
Father Thomas's hand tightened around my breast while his other hand dropped to my skirt, slipping under it and he groaned into my mouth as he discovered that I wasn't wearing panties and that I was dripping wet. I groaned too, as the man with the knowledge of sixty-three years, expertly slipped two fingers into my hot, sodden cunt and seemed to immediately find some pleasure points within me. My heart was pounding and wicked desire coursed through my bloodstream. Even in my nastiest fantasies did I ever imagine I would be a whore for my neighborhood priest!
I quivered as the Father fingered me and I eagerly began to fumble with his belt, undoing it and then running the zipper down so I could fish for that large lump inside his pants. I gasped against his mouth with surprise as my fingers wrapped around a very sizable and stiff penis.
I broke the kiss and looked down at the erect penis in my hand -- at least seven inches and thicker than most I'd seen...and I'd seen a lot in the last month. "Father, that's a -- a really big cock!" My surprise and awe was evident in my voice. I slowly stroked his shaft as I looked back up into his eyes, an evil grin on my face.
Father Thomas smiled proudly back at me. "Thank you, Sonya. I give all credit to God...well, God and Viagra!" His fingers slipped from my pussy and he held them up, glistening in the multicolored light shining through the old, antique windows of his office. "Are you ready to please me, Sonya? Are you enough of a slut to commit adultery with your priest and confessor?"
