1 comments/ 38449 views/ 1 favorites Priestly Encounters By: CantSayNo **This is fiction** * * * * * I had always liked Fr. Anthony. He was a very kind man, who after learning of my life story (which was somewhat sad) became one of my good friends. I, however...being the addictive personality I am, soon began fantasizing about what it would be like to actually DO something with this man who was for all purposes to me...off limits. Little did I know what fate would bring me. But first...a little about me. I'm about 5'10...blonde hair, green eyes, about 125 lbs. Fr. Anthony however, wasn't overly attractive, but his piercing eyes and cute personality were what drew me to him. Well, soon my fantasies got out of hand. I was a lector at church, and I found any excuse I could to make sure that I switched masses so that I was reading when he was there. I also began to flirt with him in innocent ways. Wearing clothes that revealed a little skin, wearing sexy makeup to church...you get the idea. I had always harbored the thought in the back of my mind that he thought of me the way I thought of him, but due to the circumstance, I let it go. About August, right after I had graduated high school, I thought I noticed him looking at me, or coming over to me a little too frequently, but I shrugged it off as nothing you know, I'm a logical person, did I think this absolutely godlike man would be interested in me? I don't think so. Our friendship progressed, and I went off to university. I came back home during my summer vacation, and would attend church...just to rekindle the old flame within me you know, then, being the horny girl I was, go home and finger myself. This soon got frustrating as hell, because I wanted nothing more than to fuck his brains out, I really did. One Sunday in July, I decided to go to confession. I walked quietly into the confessional, and there was only a small curtain of velvet separating us, I could smell him, his scent intoxicating me. "Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been 3 months since my last confession." "Proceed my daughter." I went on to tell him about me drinking at university, the swearing, you know, little stuff. I decided to mix it up. "I've been having impure thoughts, Father." "About what dear?" "Well, about an older man I know. I'm attracted to him." "Do you wish to tell me who this man is?" "Well, you know him, lets just put it like that." "And what do these thoughts entail my child?" "Well, sexual things father." My face went crimson. He opened the curtain between us and peered into my eyes, I was very embarrassed, but remember, it was I who had pushed this, I should have just kept my mouth shut. "This is causing you a great unrest isn't it Kara?" He said very caringly, still looking to meet my gaze, which still was focused on the floor. "Yes Father, it is consuming my thoughts." I said sheepishly, looking down at my shoes. "You might feel better Kara if you told me who this person was." "I couldn't Father, I just couldn't." Starting to feel a lump rise in my throat. "And why is that?" He said, prodding for information. "You know, nothing you tell me will be repeated." "That isn't the problem Father." "Then what is the problem Kara?" He placed his index finger under my chin, and lifted it ever so slightly, enough to meet his gaze. I stared into his startling blue eyes, trying to convey the message through them. I began to tear up, he didn't get it. "Father...the problem is, this man, that I am having impure thoughts about...well...he's not really available." Something must have clicked in his mind. I turned my head towards him, and he wiped the tear rolling down my face with his thumb. "I think I understand Kara. Is this man me?" I turned my gaze at the opposite wall, ashamed. "You have nothing to be ashamed of Kara, you probably just misinterpreted something I said or did...right?" He sounded concerned. "You, you've just been so nice to me, I wish some of the guys at university were like you." "Oh Kara, you'll find someone, don't fret my dear." He said soothingly. I immediately felt better. "Is there anything else you'd like to tell me Kara?" "Well Father, I've been having dreams about you also." Well....I won't drag on what happened, he made me describe one of the dreams to him, and it was very rehabilitating in my mind, to know this was alright. He absolved me of my sins, and as I got up to leave, I hugged him, and as is custom in our church, I kissed him on one cheek, then, before I could kiss the other cheek, he kind of intercepted my kiss, and I ended up kissing him full on, on the lips. His lips were soft, and oh so warm. I was shocked, I pushed myself back. He didn't look alarmed, so I knew it wasn't my fault for what just happened. He initiated everything. "Do you really think that I don't have feelings for women Kara?" "Well no, I know you're still a man, Father." We both laughed quietly at that. "Father, I just never thought you'd ever like someone like me." "What is there not to like Kara? You're a beautiful person...inside, and out." My mind was reeling. What the hell had I gotten myself into? I had gotten myself into exactly what I had wanted for so long. "I just, thought you didn't notice me or something." I said as I turned to leave. "Oh my dear, you are wrong again. I've noticed you for quite some time." He paused briefly, as if pondering what he would say next. "And I can tell you...you too have been causing me some difficulties." "What do you mean Father?" I felt bad. "Well, I've had to confess some things also." He looked at me, trying to judge my feelings, seeing if he could proceed. It seemed almost a forethought that we were still entwined in the hug that we had shared earlier. The duration of this little talk, my arms were around his neck, and he had his around my waist. I felt something stirring in my own groin, but I once again shrugged it off. "Kara...you are so beautiful to me...and yet so innocent that you don't even realize this of yourself." And with that, he kissed me again, tightening his hold on me, and before he broke free of the kiss, he sucked on my bottom lip. I thought to myself that his lips definitely should be a sin. He kissed my neck, right under my jaw, and then came back to meet my gaze. At the position we were at now, he was standing, looking down at me, I was about 2 inches shorter than he was. He went to kiss me again, but instead of doing just that, I noticed...is it...he was...pushing his groin into me. That's when I felt it. He was rock hard. I felt like exploding. "See the effect you have on me Kara?" I looked down at the floor. "Oh Kara...you are so immaculate...don't be afraid." I wrapped my arms around his neck even more and kissed him back, letting him know I wanted him too. I was intoxicated with everything going on. Not only was I kissing the man whom I had fantasized over for years, but he was kissing me back. He took a step back, and toyed with the spaghetti straps on my shirt. He pushed them down over my shoulders, slowly kissing down my neck, then down to the hollow of my collarbone. He slowly backed me up against the marble wall of the confessional. I wasn't wearing a bra, and as soon as he pushed the shirt down over my breasts, he knew that too. He took one of my breasts in his hands, kneading it so softly, taking his time. I let a small moan escape my lips, and he smiled at that. "Do you want me to stop Kara?" Trying to make sure I was okay with what we were doing. "No." I was breathless. "Please no." He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently on it, moving his tongue quickly around my nipples. I could feel myself get wet, that was for damn sure. He unzipped my jean skirt, and along with the shirt, pushed it all to the floor. I was wearing a red lace thong. "Beautiful Kara, absolutely beautiful." He then pushed that off also, and I stepped out of it. He looked between us, down at my completely shaven pussy. His hands traveled from my shoulders down across my stomach, down to my engorged pussy lips. He ever so painstakingly slow slid his middle finger into my waiting pussy. Then, to my utter amazement, lifted the glistening finger to his mouth, and licked off the juice. "Mmm Kara....I knew you'd taste exquisite." He said very huskily. He got down on his knees, and looking into my eyes the entire time, licked my pussy dry. I felt as though I should return the favor. "Stand up Father." I said quietly. He did as I said, and I knelt down on my knees, unzipped his black pants, and fished for his dick. When I found what I wanted, I pulled it out, revealing probably a 8 inch monster...not because of the length, but the sheer girth of it was amazing. I took his dick into my mouth, and traced circles around the very tip of it with my tongue. I went down on him, working what I couldn't get into my mouth with my hand. He was moaning and had his hands on the back of my head. "Oh Kara...yesss" He said....just egging me on. I continued swirling my tongue against the pulsing monster in my mouth, reveling in the situation I was in. I stood back up, much to his dismay. "I'm a virgin Father, but I'd like you to be my first." He smiled a rather fatherly smile at me, and took his pants off. I backed myself up against the cool marble, and he came over also after taking his shirt off too. He lifted me with his powerful arms up to his belly button, and I put my legs around his waist. I could feel the head of his dick against my clit, and it was sheer agony I felt. He positioned me against the wall so he wouldn't have to completely support me, and put one palm against the wall. With the other hand, he pushed the tip of himself into me. I felt completely blissful that is, until he reached my hymen, and he wasn't even half way in. "Tell me if I'm hurting you Kara....I don't want to ever hurt you." He looked sweetly into my eyes....and that was all the reassurance I needed. "Don't stop." I told him, in agony. I felt my hymen rip as he pushed farther in, and after the initial pain, I felt the long, slow, purposeful strokes he was giving me. I loved every second of it. He braced himself against the wall, and with his hips, he pistoned into me, and I could feel his balls against my ass. I had his full length inside of me, and I felt full. "Open your eyes Kara, let me see your eyes." I hadn't even realized that my eyes were closed, I was so caught up in the moment. I opened my eyes, and met his gaze. There was a look of pure love coming out of his eyes, and it only made the moment even sweeter. He kept thrusting himself in and out of me, then, all at once, he picked up his pace. My breasts were bobbling up and down, and I looked down and saw the muscles in his stomach flexing with the pace he was setting. I felt his dick twitch...and then he moaned, and I could feel his cum in me...it was so warm, so very warm. He held me there for a moment, with himself still in me, then lowered me down so I could stand. I felt cum running down my leg as I stood there, but it didn't matter. "Kara, you have made me the luckiest man alive you know that?" "How did I do that Father?" "You gave me something that can only be given once." I realized what he was talking about. I smiled wryly and kissed him softly. He held me, very tenderly, and I realized that I loved him. After that, nothing was the same. Father Anthony didn't leave the priesthood for me. Instead...I went to weekly confession. Our relationship still is hard to keep up, due to the circumstances....but we make it work ;) Priestly Encounters Ch. 2 (This is a continuation of Priestly Encounters, which I highly recommend you read first) **This is Fiction** * * * * * I thought everything would be fine. How could I be so stupid? This man, whom I had wanted with every fiber in my body, I had finally gotten, and I was on cloud nine. They say all good things must come to an end right? Well screw that. I was determined that this would never happen. Fr. Anthony and I had evolved as a couple. I genuinely loved him, and although the sex was very good, there was more to our relationship. We frequently had sex in the confessional, but after exhausting all the possible positions in a 4x4 space that you possibly could, Anthony decided that we needed to take a chance, that the confessional was too “mundane” as he referred to it. Very lucky is what I would use to describe our situation. We had not been caught, and this was a very large miracle, considering the fact that people had been waiting to give confession outside of the confessional while he was fucking my brains out. Yeah, I was happy. One Sunday in October, I showed up for confession. Ready, and wet. I couldn’t help it, the man had a hold on me. I stepped into the confessional, and he stepped out. “Where are you going Father?” He took my hand and silently led me out of the church, down the steps, and across the street to the rectory. I was scared shitless. I knew there had to be someone in there, whether it be the cook, or the other priest in our church. Luckily, he led me through the kitchen, and we encountered no one on our trek up to his room which was directly over the entrance to the rectory. He pushed me gently into his bedroom, and closed the door behind us. “You look beautiful today Kara...nice fishnets.” He said with a wry smile as he approached me. I thought it amazing how every time he complimented me, my breath caught in my throat. How could this be happening....to me of all people?? He put his hand on my shoulder, and with the other, he took my chin in his grasp and kissed me, his tongue gently fluttering past mine in the exchange. He laid me down on his bed, and after removing his black shirt, he laid down next to me. I looked over, and studied him. His blue eyes were fixed on me, but mine roamed down, to look down on his washboard stomach. I adjusted my gaze to not be so obvious. “We should do something different this time Kara.” He whispered in my ear. “Au contraire Anthony, I should do something different.” He looked perplexed, so I decided to take the pause into my own hands. I put my arms around his neck, and pulled him close to me for a quick and deep kiss before I got up, and straddled him with my legs. He looked amazed, truly amazed. Never before had I been so openly dominant with him. I pulled my shirt up and over my head, to reveal a red bra, which I left on. Next came the skirt, which I lifted up over my hips to reveal, much to his amusement....I had nothing on underneath. “Oh, Kara...” I put my index finger on his lips. I leaned down, and starting on his Adam’s apple, I kissed his neck, nibbling softly with each stop. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the muscles contracting with each breath he took, and with each breath he took, they became faster. I turned around, and without any hesitation at all, planted my pussy square in front of his face. I proceeded to unzip his fly, and hassle with his boxers to find what I needed. I took the tip of his dick in my mouth, and traced lazy circles around the tip, stopping just a minute to explore the slit in the very very tip. A moan escaped his lips, then he roughly pulled my hips down until they met his lips. He spread my bald pussy lips with his hands, and dove right into my dripping depths. He bit my engorged clit softly, eliciting a hiss of surprise and ecstasy from my end. I however, was hard at work. I had his dick in one hand, and his balls in the other. I was massaging his balls softly, and I felt the spongy mass in my mouth continue to grow. His dick was pulsing in my mouth, I could feel it on my tongue. He put his tongue in my pussy, and pushed it in. It felt small compared to his large endowment, but it was great considering the angles at which he could manipulate his tongue. And oh the things the man could do with his tongue. I lifted my hips up, and let his dick out of my mouth with a sloppy *plop*. I turned back around and positioned myself above his dick, which was ramrod straight and on a mission. I slowly lowered myself onto his dick, painfully slow if you ask me, but it was no bother...I wanted to provide for him what he had provided for me...a mind blowing orgasm. I hit bottom, and then I contracted the muscles inside me. He gasped for breath. “If you keep that up, I’ll blow soon...please...” I gyrated my hips back and forth, while still his dick was completely inside me. Then I went side to side. When I opened my eyes to look down at him, he had a broad smile on his face, and was holding my breasts with both hands. I slowed down my pace, and that’s when he flipped me over, showing me who REALLY was in charge...apparently it wasn’t me. He placed his forearm behind my head, and with his pants still on, drilled into me like he had only one more day to live. The headboard of his bed was smacking the wall with a crack every time he thrust into me, I had the sheets on the bed balled up tightly in my fists, and I was moaning into his ear, and kissing his neck while he continued to pound into me with each excruciating thrust. I thought I was going to cum right then... *click* I heard the door open, but apparently Anthony didn’t. “Oh Kara...yesssss” He moaned softly. I looked over at the door, and there stood the head priest of our church. “What the HELL do you think you’re doing Tony?!?” He screamed at the man on top of me. He rolled over, embarrassed, and his dick came out of me with a wet sloppy sound. Anthony tried to gather the sheets around him, but to no avail. “Kara?...out in the hall. NOW.” I got up, pulled my skirt down, and red as a beet, exited the sex scented room. I was dead, my mind was racing at a million miles a minute, what was I going to do? What would Father Patrick (the other priest) do to me....or worse yet...to Anthony? I heard muffled voices inside the room. I began to cry softly...How could I have let this happen? I shouldn’t have let him take me over there, I shouldn’t have... The door opened, and there stood Fr. Patrick’s lanky frame. He pulled me over to the lounge on that floor, and sat down. I followed suit. I still had no shirt on, and I was very, very embarrassed. “Kara....was he...did he hurt you?” He spoke softly to me, with much concern in his voice. “I walked in, and it looked really bad...I hope he didn’t hurt you...please tell me he didn’t hurt you.” His voice was pleading. I sniffled and tried to clear the tears from my eyes. “No, he didn’t hurt me.” I managed to choke out. “Oh...this...I don’t know what to do...this is wrong...wait, I’ll be right back.” He said to me with much grief in his voice. I heard the door open again to Father Anthony’s room, and when Fr. Patrick returned, he had my shirt and purse in hand. “I need you to go home Kara, please, I’ll come by your house tomorrow, but I have a few things to clear up first.” He said, rather emotionally. I looked down the hall, trying to catch a glimpse of Anthony, I just wanted to know if he was alright. No one was there. Fr. Patrick placed his hand on the small of my back and led me out of the rectory. I walked home with my head down, thinking to myself of all the horrible things that might happen. I of course, wasn’t concerned with myself, but all of my anguish was for Anthony. I thought that Fr. Patrick might send Anthony away, that he would be excommunicated from the church and never be allowed to be a priest again. As I crossed the final street to my home, a damning thought popped into my head. Would Anthony be mad at me if he got punished? I struggled to open the door...he wouldn’t be, would he? He loves me right? So many questions unanswered... I slept rather restlessly that night, and nightmares haunted me. I saw visions of Anthony tied up, and every time I took a step towards him, he only became farther away. I woke up at 3 AM with a pounding headache. I went out to the couch and sat down, flipping on the television, hoping to avert my mind....but it didn’t. I rested my head against one of the end pillows on the couch. There were so many questions left unanswered by Anthony...and the worst part of it all was that I had no idea if the man I loved, the man I had wanted for so long, would fight for me. The dawn would answer my questions... *To be continued* Priestly Encounters Ch. 3 I highly recommend you read the first 2 chapters of this story, as you will probably not know what is going on I awoke after a hard day’s night rather somberly. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my long arms over my head. As I placed my feet on the cold hardwood beneath my feet, my mind continued to race with the endless possibilities that kept formulating in my mind. So many “what if?’s”. It was driving me insane. My eyes were gritty, as if there were no more tears left to even moisten the hard globes in my head. I stripped off the clothes that I had slept in, which were the ones from the night before with Tony, and lifted myself rather slowly under the warm jet of water being elicited from the showerhead. I stood there, the water hitting my head, supporting myself on the walls of the shower. I didn’t know whether to feel guilty, angry, hatred...what...please someone just shoot me now. As I toweled off, I heard the doorbell ring. “Who the hell is that?” I groaned. I pushed the intercom button. “Who is it?” I said. “Kara...it’s Father Patrick.” I saw black spots in front of my eyes, gasped for breath and pushed the button ever so gently. “I’m in the middle of something” Looking down at my bare breasts. “But give me 10 minutes and I’ll be done...alright?” “Sure my dear.” He said. He sounded sad...I felt sorry for him too. The emotions running through my head had been somewhat psychotic, considering the circumstances. I slipped on a tank top, foregoing the bra...and khaki shorts, also foregoing the underwear. Pulling my soaked blonde hair up into a messy ponytail, I slinked over to the intercom and buzzed him up. “Come on up Fr. Patrick.” I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, and then he paused for a bit in front of my door, before knocking. I wobbled over to the door in bare feet and opened the door. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Fr. Patrick was standing there in a finely tailored black suit, with the black shirt on underneath and the Roman collar. He was also holding about a dozen flowers. He looked at me rather meekly and handed me the flowers. “I was thinking you might like these...well...you know.” He said, unsure and uncomfortable. I took them from him, and let him in. Walking over to the sink to find something to put the flowers in, I pointed out the couch to him. My mind was once again reeling. He said he would drop by, but did I really expect him to show up? I padded softly back to my living room and settled in to my comfy easy chair. I folded one of my legs underneath me. His eyes were focused on the floor. The man was obviously troubled by what had happened the previous night. “Kara...the reason I came by is that I was hoping that maybe you could help me come to a conclusion about first, what I saw last night, and what I should do about it.” The speech sounded practiced, pre-prepared. “I’ll answer whatever you’d like Fr. Patrick.” I said quietly. The situation was delicate. Depending on my answers, Anthony would stay or go. “Kara, I know some of these may be rather inappropriate questions, but I need to know, considering these trying circumstances, and you.” He paused for a moment, deep in thought. “Was the encounter I walked in on last night consensual?” “Yes Father” I was afraid to say anything else. “Was it the first encounter between yourself and Father Anthony?” He looked into my eyes. “No Father, it wasn’t.” I felt the tears brimming in my eyes. “I’m sure you know this is not allowed.” “Yes, I know.” I felt a heavy tear finally fall onto my right cheek. “Come here Kara.” He motioned to the spot next to him on the couch. When I sat down, he shifted to look into my eyes. “I don’t know what to do about this Kara...I need you to help me decide.” I was confused. Me? What could I possibly help him with? He spoke again, his voice cracking. “I haven’t told anyone about what I saw last night, and I’m willing to make you a proposition so that I will never have to.” I nearly swallowed my tongue. What the fuck was he thinking? “What is that Father?” I was deeply respectful of the man, I’ve known him for nearly as long as Anthony, and he had always been quite fond of me, going out of his way to accommodate me. “Well, I was thinking...maybe that if you could find some way to keep me happy, the thought of telling anyone wouldn’t cross my mind.” His gaze shifted to lock directly on mine and his eyes darkened considerably. I finally understood his malicious intents, and I couldn’t believe what he was asking of me. “Kara...” He reached a hand up to cup my cheek in his palm. “I’ve been wondering for so long what it would be like to touch you, to hear you breathing so close to me. I know you probably think this is the most disgusting thing in the world that I am proposing to you, but this is the only way it can be...or else someone will eventually find out.” His gaze shifted to look down my shirt, and I immediately grew fearful. His right hand was on my shoulder, and he was gripping my collarbone almost painfully. “You cannot tell Anthony either.” I nearly fainted right then. What he was proposing was like rape with words. His disgusting words echoed in the room. I selfishly thought the situation couldn’t get ANY worse. Wow, I was so incredibly wrong. “The first thing I want from you Kara...” I tried to push myself away from him off of his broad chest. “Oh, then you want me to tell Monsignor what I walked into last night?” He said with a sneer. Monsignor Kaplan was the head of our church, and a very powerful man. I looked down, defeated. “What do you want me to do Father?” “Well first of all, call me Pat.” He said, almost mocking me. “Okay Pat...what do you want me to do?” His left hand shifted and I followed it, down to the crotch of his pants where he proceeded to unzip his pants and fish out a monster dick. The son of a bitch had to be almost 8 inches long, but was nowhere near the girth of Anthony’s. “Suck my dick Kara. That beautiful mouth of yours has to be good for something.” He was stroking the monster protruding from his black trousers. I was hesitant. How could I possibly do this when I was being forced to? His right hand was pushing my head down, and I was completely disgusted. I looked down at his dick, and the purple head was throbbing and pulsing. He continued to push my head down, now roughly doing so. I opened my mouth, and started to suck it, making no effort to do anything more than I had to. “Oh yes bitch...your mouth is so fucking hot.” He hissed. His hands were moving my head up and down, forcing me down onto the long rod. “Mmmmm yesss Kara....I’m fucking your mouth.” I sucked gently, I was trying not to do anything special, as there was really no reason to, I had no feelings for the man, and he was using me like a cheap whore. I felt his dick pulsating in my mouth. Then all of the sudden, he pushed me all the way down onto his dick, and I almost gagged, then it went past that, and he grinded his pelvis into my face. “Oh yes bitch...you’re deep throating my big fucking dick.” I was so disgusted...but I kept thinking to myself, I love Tony, and I don’t want to lose him for anything. Giving a cheap blowjob was a small price to pay for Tony. “Oh...12 fucking years of cum...you better swallow every damn drop bitch...this is a fucking delicacy....” He was on a power trip...I was ready to die. I felt his spongy head quiver, then erupt into my mouth, sending long spurts of hot, salty jizz down my throat. I swallowed it, ready to vomit. He pulled me off of his dick by my hair, and stroked the ever wilting monster with his hand. “Oh damn girl...no wonder Tony likes to hit that.” Motioning towards my hips. I was amazed....how could this supposedly holy man be a sex crazed pervert? He stuffed his now limp dick back into his pants. “Don’t think that will be all bitch...I’ll get what I want from you.” He smiled evilly. He stood up to leave. “Hoped you liked the flowers you whore.” He slammed the door behind him. I collapsed onto the couch, amazed at what I had just done...wondering if it was worth it. Going back and forth between my feelings of love for Tony and possibly the things that Fr. Pat was going to do to me in the coming future. I had yet to hear from Tony...and wanted nothing more to be in his strong arms, with him whispering to me about what an angel I was. I sobbed into the pillow and dozed off. Sleep was now better than real life. I was dreading tomorrow. To be continued