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Mrs Marlow Meets The Clergy Ch. 01

By: MaryR



Chapter One. Introduction

I often think how I first met the two old priests and Sister Mary. They were so lovely and kind. At the time I was a young married mother of two children. I was painfully shy and very conscious that I was a little plump. 

I had to go to a church meeting to discuss my children's religious training and I was dreading it. At the time the fashion was short clothes and I knew this showed up my fat a bit.

When I got there it was wonderful. Sister Mary the elderly Nun was so happy and smily as she handed everyone tea and cakes. Father John and Father Peter were so chatty and made us all laugh. It was so nice I really wanted to talk to them on my own. So did all the other young mothers.

When I did get my chance with Father John it was better than I imagined. He made me feel so nice. I even told him my worries about being chubby.

He was so encouraging "But you are not fat, Mrs Marlow. You are lovely and plump. Just the way most men like women."

I started to feel good about myself but explained I was conscious of my big top. He laughed so wonderfully.

We were in the corner of the large room and he said encouragingly, "What I would really like you to do Mrs Marlowe is take a great big breath and push your Top out." I was self-conscious but I did it.

He made me laugh when he looked at my top and said "That's the nicest blowy up blouse I have ever seen. With your lovely plump thighs you look like a lovely juicy schoolgirl." 

Apart from laughing I felt so swoony and nice. I wanted to talk to him forever. I asked him shyly if he would call me Lucy. He smiled and joked "My plump little Juicy Lucy." 

He never knew how much those words excited me. For the rest of my life, I wanted to be Little Juicy Lucy. The words made me feel so intense.

I hovered around the hall all afternoon hoping to see him again but he was too busy. I remembered that he had told me he sometimes took Confession in the church house on Tuesday Evenings, so I decided to risk it.

I told my husband Derek that I needed to see Sister Mary for some advice on the children's uniform. He nodded agreeably. He was a very nice man but really didn't want to be involved in any decision making. 

When I went up the church drive, the big door was open so I slipped into the lovely hallway and peeped around. Then he saw me. I was suddenly conscious of my short plaid skirt showing my rather plump thighs and felt terrible as I stutteringly asked him if he would be kind enough to give me Confession.

I tried to explain that I knew my growing feelings about dressing in school clothes like a Juicy Lucy were wrong. I needed his help. I felt so guilty and silly. I must have sounded like a child. 

He put me at my ease immediately and told me "Of course, Mrs Marlowe. Why don't you sit down for a moment and draw your breath." 

I sat down with some relief but conscious of my plump thighs and that I may be showing my underwear. However he seemed pleased with me which set my mind at rest.

He explained that he didn't normally give Confession at this time but he felt that I had been so honest telling him about my schoolgirl thoughts that he would make a special dispensation for me.

Again I felt wonderful and for some unknown reason I kept my legs open. He sat down opposite me and I started to confess my naughty sins and he nodded understandingly. 

We also talked generally and he told me some naughty stories, which made me laugh and relax. I remembered the last time that he had commented on my juicy thighs and I tended to open my legs wider. I hoped I wasn't offending him.

He was reassuring and told me nicely "I like your knickers Lucy." 

I was less embarrassed and felt I was pleasing him. I don't know why but I also pulled my skirt up so that he could see all of my drawers. 

He smiled "You are a good little girl Lucy." I was getting more confident now and explained that when I was a schoolgirl I had liked to be hugged. 

I added "As I got older and married, it has become a nice fantasy now Father and I really would like to be hugged."

I then bucked up my courage and asked "Will you hug me Father?"

He nodded "If you like Lucy. Come and sit on my knee and we will finish your Confession." 

I smiled shyly and got up off my chair and walked towards him. He was sitting on a low wooden chair with his knees splayed.

I had my legs wide open and realized he could see right up between my thighs. Again he relaxed me saying "I really like your panties, they are nice and tight." 

I laughed and went to sit down over his right thigh facing him. He stopped me "We have to remember you are a married woman Mrs Marlowe and retain propriety. It would be better if you turned your bottom towards me before you drop astride my knee." 

I nodded but was getting more and more conscious that I didn't like being called Mrs Marlow by Father John.

As I sank down I could feel his strong thigh pushing right into my crutch. Actually it was me pressing down made the pressure and I caught my breath. He did put his arms around me and I felt lovely as he cuddled me. I was conscious of my big breasts in his hands.

Before I started my confession, he told me a naughty joke which made me laugh so much I was rocking on his knee. It felt so wonderful that I kept rocking all the time I was having confession.

I remembered how he told me to be honest about my sins and even went back to my school days when I had touched myself between my legs.

He was so kind and understanding and let me carry on rocking myself on his knee and even letting me slide a few inches up and down as he gently asked me if I had let the boys feel my breasts.

I explained that after church on Sundays, the boys would take us around the back and have our tits out and make us rub their cocks.

He smiled "You are a good honest little girl Lucy." 

My rocking and slidies had increased and suddenly I gasped and realized I had cum. I felt so embarrassed. I felt very wet and knew it would be impossible to explain.

Father John helped me dismount as best possible. It was even worse than I thought. His trouser leg just above his knee was soaking with a dark patch. I knew it was my juices. What would he say? I wanted to die. 

It got ten times worst as just then Father Peter came in.

I started to stutter my apologies. I could hardly say that I had reached orgasm sitting on my priests knee taking Confession. I was after all a married woman well into her thirties. I was just stuttering helplessly.

Father John interrupted kindly before I said too much "Don't worry Lucy. It is a simple accident. You seemed to have peed yourself." 

It was embarrassing but I felt so relieved that he was covering up for me.

He even kept up the pretence by telling me to pull up my skirt. I did and both priests could see my knickers were soaking with my cum, but both pretended I had peed myself.

Father Peter said "This will be difficult for you to go home to your husband, Mrs Marlowe. I don't suppose you have any spare panties?" I shook my head. He was kind but I didn't like the Mrs Marlowe term.

Wonderful Father John came to the rescue "Little girls don't have spare underwear. Take your knickers off Lucy so that we can sort something out." 

I felt better thinking I was a little girl and had to do as I was told. I stood up and with my skirt over my waist, turned my back as I dropped my panties. I knew they could see my bottom, but I couldn't help that. 

As I got my drawers down to my ankles, Father John told me "Hand your panties to Father Peter, Lucy. He will wash them now. They wont take long to dry and you can put them back on before you go home to Derek."

As I handed my panties over to Father Peter, I blushed as I could see the very dark patch right in the middle of my gusset. It didn't even look like pee. They both knew what it was.

Father Peter was lovely. He saw my embarrassment and jokingly brought my panties to his nose and inhaled. He smiled "I like smelling the little girls knickers." 

I laughed and Father John smiled "That wasn't too bad was it Lucy?" 

As I watched Father Peter hurry away with my panties I couldn't help thinking what kind men the two old priests were. Father John gave me a friendly pat on my bottom and said "We will have a chat while we wait for your underwear. Why don't you sit down opposite me. I still like your lovely short skirt."

I sat opposite him in the same manner as previous. I remembered he had complimented me then on my panties. This time however I wasn't wearing any drawers, but I felt he would still like my legs open. 

He did like it. He chuckled "I toldl you that I liked your knickers Mrs Marlowe, but to be honest I like your twat as well. For a little girl you have a nice big twat." 

Although he called me Mrs Marlow I could tell he was being nice so I kept my legs opened for him as we chatted. Then Father Peter came back with my clean panties in his hand.

Father John simply said "Pull your skirt up Lucy so that Father Peter can help you put your drawers on." It was so nice. 

As Father John took me to the door he looked around to ensure that Father Peter was out of earshot and teased "I hope your panties are covering your Sweet Mary Ellen, Lucy?"

I felt he was sorry he hadn't helped to pull my drawers up. Also I remembered what he had said earlier. I wanted to show that I was grateful for him treating me as Little Lucy.

I looked over my shoulder and saw that Father Peter was still in the kitchen. 

I sat down on the carpeted stairs in front of him and opened my legs to show him my panties saying quietly "They are right up my twat Father." 

He groaned with pleasure so I added "Right up my big twat."

He didn't want Father Peter to hear and whispered, "Is it wet?"

I pulled my panty gusset to the side so that he could see for himself. It was quite hairy but that didn't stop the view "What do you think Father?" I teased.

He was pleased and said "It certainly looks nice and wet and sticky."

"You can always make my twat sticky Father."

He laughed as he opened the door for me to leave.

Mrs Marlow Meets The Clergy Ch. 02



Chapter Two. Confessions. 

I really felt ashamed of myself. Here I was, a happily married respectable woman of 34 fantasizing about 2 old priests. I just couldn't help myself as I lay back on the bed imagining myself in school uniform being interviewed for some reason or other by the 2 old men. 

As I lay there, fully dressed with my skirt up, gently touching my panties and feeling my nipples swell and pulse, I imagined them doing me. My nipples felt huge. I knew it was ridiculous.

There was a serious reality problem. It wasn't all fantasy. 

In real life the 2 priests knew my needs so well and really took advantage of me. To be honest I wanted them to take advantage of me.

It had started when I used to visit them as a young mother to talk about the religious education of my children. They were both so funny that I became entranced with them and could hardly wait for the next visit.

Sometimes straight after the meeting I would ask Father John to give me Confession. He already knew everything about me and my husband Derek's weaknesses but I would confess everything again to him about our secret needs.

The following week when I was at Confession with Father Peter it was obvious that he knew everything about me and I would repeat everything and any new happening with Derek or myself.

Gradually they had started to give me Confession in the Church House together. Father John had explained it was cosier in their lounge rather than the uncomfortable Confessional Cubicle. 

They knew that when I had my uniform on I wanted them to call me Little Lucy or Juicy Lucy. Sometimes they deliberately called me by my correct name of Mrs Lucy Marlow. 

They knew it made me feel terrible. Sometimes they seem to be indifferent to my needs and wouldn't give me Confession for a few weeks. 

It made me feel so miserable and by now I had explained everything to Derek. He was a rather weak personality. I could see it excited him. He knew that I had told the priests about his pretty dressing up fetish. He felt humiliated and embarrassed but I knew that this increased his feelings.

After church on Sunday I drew all my courage and told Derek that I needed to go to see the priests. He was obviously humiliated and bit his lip as he knew I needed a seeing to.

He was a bit pathetic as he took me over to the Church House.

Derek tentatively knocked at the Church House door and then stood back wondering what to say to Father John. Following my previous confession about two weeks earlier I had been thinking about the old man constantly. 

The door opened. I think that he was more surprised than I had hoped. He recovered and smiled "Hello Mrs Marlow, how nice to see you." 

He noticed Derek and smiled at him in a casual sort of way and then looked back at me. I stuttered, "I wonder if you could give me confession Father?"

He looked at my husband who stammered "I am not staying Father." The old priest nodded.

I had a very smart long scarlet topcoat on. I must have looked the model respectable married mother. When we got into his study he said quietly "Why don't you take your coat off Mrs Marlow?" 

I knew this was crunch time when I showed how I was feeling. I took my coat off and quickly sat down. This didn't disguise the fact that he could now see I had a short plaid skirt and white knee socks. I was wearing a school uniform. I held my breath.

He still didn't give any clue to his thoughts but did say, "I see you have your school clothes on Mrs Marlow. Are they complete?"

I knew he was asking me about my underclothes and stammered "Yes Father," and as if to justify myself I raised my skirt a little, which showed my white cotton panties. He didn't comment. 

He had sat down now on the same low chair as last week and beckoned me to sit on the carpeted floor in front of him.

He knew it would be so awkward I would have to bend my knees and show my underclothes. I sat down awkwardly. My knees spread automatically. 

I was still desperately hoping he wouldn't reject me. I wanted so much to be Little Lucy. 

He was ignoring my husband and said, "If I agree to give you confession, I expect you want to sit on my knee and have a cuddle?" 

I panted, "Yes, I would like that very much Father. I have been thinking about it all week." 

He turned to my husband and said amiably "I think it would be better if you left now Mr Marlowe so that your wife can be alone with me."

Derek nodded and said a little pathetically "Yes Father, of course Father. Will you be long with her?"

Father John gave him a steely look and said "As long as I think is necessary Mr Marlowe."

Derek flinched and murmured "Of course, Father. I am sorry I asked." He just handed me the car keys and murmured "I will catch the bus home Dear."

Before my husband actually left the room, Father John told me "Right then Mrs Marlowe. I will let you sit astride on my knee."

I realized that I had to make the most of this. Last week it was so exciting as he had told me to turn my back on him before I sat and this had been less squishy. This time I faced him and simply moved forward and with my skirt held high and legs wide open I sank astride his knee.

Although I was wearing school knickers I had picked an old pair with a well-worn gusset. As I sat down I felt the strength of his warm thigh issuing right into my crutch. It was incredible. I could actually feel my gusset pulling into my crutch.

I know I have a lot of hair down there and I could actually feel my hairs trying to escape and forming a bushy pouch between my thighs. 

Last Sunday I had waited for him to rock me. Now I couldn't wait. I slid my crutch up his thigh a few inches and then squeezed on it. I had to shut my eyes, as the feeling was so exquisite. I then slid back and then up again. I felt driven to rub my crutch up and down his thigh.

As I was facing him, and I was moving he had to raise his hands to my waist to steady me. His thumbs were partly touching the bottom of my breasts. Normally this would not have mattered but due to my excitement, my breasts had swollen, particularly my nipples.

He raised his thumbs slightly, which caused the blood to rush into my nipples making them ache with pleasure. He did quietly comment "My, My, Little Lucy, you are a nice big girl today." 

I felt wonderful. He was calling me Little Lucy. I wanted to please him.

I couldn't help myself. I am 34 years of age and I remembered what he had liked the week before and I almost sobbed "Father I want to be a big girl for you."

I added, "I want to be your big buxom girly," as I rubbed by crutch along his thigh. I feel my panties moisten. 

He sounded pleased as I straddled his knee. He said quietly "I see you are a nice bushy girl Mrs Marlowe."

I realized he had seen my hairs sprouting out of the side of my panty gusset as I had sat down. He hadn't said very much the previous Sunday but now I had the impression he liked me and wanted me to talk girly talk to him. 

I ventured daringly "Do you like bushy girls Father?" 

He smiled and lifted my breasts up and pinched my nipples "I like buxom big breasted girls with a nice big hairy bush." 

He added pointedly "They get nice and sticky."

This was heavenly. I moved up and down his thigh again pressing down with my crutch. I could feel myself cumming and was truthful when I said "I feel very sticky Father."

We both knew that he covered up for me last week when he told Father Peter that I had peed myself. He knew I had cum and this is what we were talking about now. 

He asked me gently. "Do you want to pee your knickers now Mrs Marlowe?"

I knew that in reality he was asking me if I wanted to cum. This sort of talk was so humiliating for me but I was desperate.

I said, "Little Lucy needs to pee so badly Father." He knew I was pleading to be Juicy Lucy. He smiled and moved me so that I was sitting on his lap. 

This made it easier for him and he slipped his hand between my legs saying, "You are right Lucy. Little girls need to pee. I will check how sticky my little girls panties are now."

This was wonderful. Not only could I feel his fingers pull my drawers to one side but he was calling me Little Lucy. I helped him by opening my legs. I felt so excited as I knew he was going make me cum. 

He whispered, "You are going to have a nice piss today, Lucy."

He wanted me to talk dirty and I whispered back "I want to piss for you Father." He knew I was his to be had in any way he liked.

As he fingered between my legs he told me "Now tell me all your dirty secrets Mrs Marlowe." 

I was panting so much, but I told him everything about playing with myself and dressing up my husband as a little girly boy in frilly panties and being had by my husbands best friend Mike in front of him. All the time Father John said very little.

His finger was still making my panties very wet and he told me "We will ask Father Peter to wash your drawers again, Lucy." 

I felt a bit ashamed of what I had done a few weeks earlier and he understood.

He said "The difficulty is, Mrs Marlow is that you need clean drawers before you go home." I nodded as I knew I couldn't go home with dirty panties on. 

He carried on "You are a respectable married woman and there are two options. You either tell Father Peter you have peed yourself or that you have been finger fuckedin Confession." 

He still had his finger up me making me cum again as I decided "Can you tell him I have peed my panties again, Father?" 

He nodded "That sounds more respectable Lucy." He was so nice.

He knew he had made me cum 3 times. He still had his finger up me making me feel heavenly. He asked me "Have you enjoyed cumming Lucy?" 

I smiled "It's been lovely Father."

He moved his finger gently asking "Would you like to piss your knickers one more time Lucy?" I sighed. 

He was so lovely and I gushed "Yes please Father. Can you make me have a big piss this time". He smiled as he slid another finger up me. He really rogered me right up.

I sighed as I had my biggest cum, I almost screamed. Then we heard Father Peter at the door. I was worried but saw Father John smile encouragingly.

Rather than let Father Peter see my wet knickers he slipped them off for me leaving me in my plaid skirt. He whispered in my ear "Lets tease him". I giggled when he told me what to do.

As Father Peter approached I sat with my knees up and spread. As my plaid skirt was up over my waist he could see everything.

I told him "I've pissed my knickers again Father. Will you wash my drawers again?" I could see him gasp and knew that Father John had been right.

He was entranced as he looked between my legs. I saw Father John smile and nod to me so I added "Do you like my big hairy cunt Father?"

I felt elated when he gasped. I felt I was in charge.

Then they took the wind out of my sails again as Father Peter smiled at Father John saying "I think I know someone else who will like the little girls twat."

I felt even more shocked as Father John chuckled "I think you are right Father. Sister Mary will enjoy taking our little girls panties off and playing with her twat."