EroticReverie

Father John

Two years I’ve been fucking Faith, two years of sinning with a teenage girl who I couldn’t get enough of. A girl who had a pussy and a mouth and tight ass that she let me call mine. A girl who I’d fallen for. A girl who had made my life’s work meaningless the day I sinned inside of her perfect sixteen year old cunt.  A girl who had me so wound up over still, two years later. Had me jerking myself off constantly for her whenever I wasn’t able to satisfy my desires with her physically. 

After a second round , and emptying more cum in gods finest fucking creation, I sent her on her way.  I knew I’d be seeing her later. At least at dinner. Her parents would have me for dinner everyday of the week if they could. Every Sunday a family would host me for their house at dinner. And it’d been a few months since the last meal at the Francis house. 

When I show up to her house later that evening , she greets me at the door in a dress that drops my jaw. It’s a thin strapped floral dress. Tight around her fantastic tits and torso, flaring into a flirty skirt , and the hem teases around her mid thigh. My eyes fail me, widening at the sight of her cleavage. There was a lot of it. The neckline dipped low, and the tightness of the dress , hoisted her tits, and pressed them to her chest creating a mouthwatering display of eighteen year old tits. 

“Surprise” she smiles at me and I look over her shoulder. Because her mother always greets me at the door. 

“My mother and father send their most sincere apologies, my aunt is having an emergency at the hospital. She told me to stay here , and make sure to host dinner for her.” She smirks. 

I groan. Because I couldn’t get any more fucking lucky. 

“Sorry about your aunt” I say. 

She gives a little laugh. “No you’re not.”

“I am. But I also, will go to hell for how happy I am that it’s just you and me. When should they be back?” I ask. 

She shrugs. “They left only ten minutes ago. She lives an hour away. So at least three hours I’d say.” I say. 

I nod. My cock fucking celebrating as it goes hard as all hell behind my zipper. 

“You gonna come in, or stand there and drool on the doorstep over my amazing tits?” She teases and I smile. 

“I’d like to come in please” I say and step forward and she steps back and I move further in and she shuts the door. 

“smells good” I say and start to continue speak “what did your mother make for-“

“Shut up” she hisses as she grabs me and I turn around and catch her ass in my hands as she jumps up.  Arms around me , legs around my waist and her mouth crashing over mine. 

“Fuck me” she moans on my mouth. Clearly not wanting to waste a second of the time we’ve been granted.  And thank god. Because neither do I. 

I push her against the back of her front door , grinding my hard cock against her as she moans. 

“I’m not wearing any panties Father John” she moans as I put my mouth on her neck and groan at her words. 

“Good, holy little whores like you …it should be a sin for you wear any at all” I grunt and thrust against her again and she cries out and I lick over her cleavage and bite the bulging flesh of her upper breast making her yelp. 

“You should be naked….always….no panties,…no fucking clothes at all” I groan and she moans. 

“You should be naked too…..you be Adam. I’ll be Eve , Father John” she moans I grunt as I grind against her and she pants and I reach down and undo my belt. My zipper. Her hand reaching down. Helping as she takes my cock out and readies it, guiding it to her core. I groan at the wetness that soak the fucking too before I’m even inside of her. 

“God really made your little pussy right, didn’t he Faith? Made his little angels cunt nice and fucking wet for this dick” I groan and she gasps. 

“Yes, fuck, yes he did” she whimpers and I groan as I thrust right into her. My hips slapping against her thighs as my pants sag down further and her cries fill the house. 

I suppose I should have double checked to make sure that she wasn’t fucking with me. That her parents were actually gone. But I’ve got teenage pussy blindness. I don’t see anything or care about much at all when there’s the promise of her tight cunt around my cock. But no. They’re not here. And no she’s never trick me into fucking her with her parents home. She’s a little crazy, but not that fucking crazy. 

“Father…fucking..John” she moans between her words panting as I drill her against the door. My dick , as always, trying to create more room in her tight cunt for all of my cock. Slamming into her , forcing her pussy to take every inch that will fit. The residual inches that don’t make it in? Still end up soaked , still have her pussy juices dripping down them and to my fucking balls. 

“Fuck me, fuck me” she cries. It’s loud and I grunt as I fuck her harder. Faster. 

“Yes! fuck it baby” She cries. “You fuck this pussy so good”

She bucks her hips, riding me , her hands grabbing my shoulders , her legs wrapped tight, and they push and pull around me as she uses them to propel herself up and down , meeting my thrusts. 

“You fuck this priest dick like a good little girl Faith, you fuck like such a good little church slut” I groan and she clenches around my cock and she pants as she settles on it, rolling her hips. To grind on it instead. I grab her ass tighter and she moans as I grind back , giving her what she wants. 

“Cum for the Lord , Faith, show him what a slut you are for Father John” I groan and she curses. 

“That’s it, that’s it you tight little whore” I grunt and she curses again, and again, closer to cumming on my cock. 

Faith made me a bad man. I’ve never called a woman a slut. A whore. Shit. I’ve never talked dirty to a woman during my past transgressions and slip ups of my life as a priest. The few women I’d fucked during my twenty years, had been vanilla. I’d been vanilla. Until Faith. Until her dirty little mouth and all that got filth got me so hard I couldn’t see straight. 

“Your horny little teenage cunt is an abomination” I grunt. “You’ve got Such a sinful fucking cunt between these legs” 

“Uh huh” she cries in agreement and it’s impossible not to cum. But I somehow manage. 

“We need to bless the demons in this little pussy Faith, we need to wash them out with my holy cum, don’t we?” I grunt. 

She cries out, cumming hard around my cock at my words at the friction of grinding her incredible cunt on my cock. I thrust. Pounding myself into her pussy , her screams filling the house and I grunt as I feel the pulse of her orgasm on my cock. My own release coming right along with hers. Fucking her hard and ruthless as I drive my dick deep into her. Letting myself explode inside of her. 

“God damn!” I growl through my teeth as my hips jerk and my cock empties every fucking drop I’ve got inside of her. Both of us panting , both of us shaking and my hips thrust one last time. Demanding just another stroke inside of her before it’s over. 

Breathing hard , I slip myself from her and she moans as I set her down carefully and she grabs ahold of my arms and pushes her mouth to mine. Our kiss is raw and passionate and for all the filth we speak to one another, her kisses can be so fucking soft and sweet. As if I’m kissing an innocent and not an experienced young woman with a pussy made by the devil himself. 

“I love you” she pants on my mouth and my hands slip to her waist and I groan on her mouth. 

“I love you” I give the words right back to her. Because I shouldn’t be, but I was.  I was in love with her soon after our first time together.  Maybe even before that. Maybe it was that first naughty confessional. Maybe it was watching her in the pews , looking every bit the innocent girl her parents thought she was. Maybe I’ve loved Faith Mary Francis the second I laid eyes on her. 

“You hungry?” She asks and I smile against her lips with a small laugh. 

“A little” I admit and she nods and kisses me. 

“Let’s get cleaned up. Then I’ll feed you.” She says and I groan and nod as well. Kissing her still. Neither of us moving. Neither of us wanting to take our hands or mouths off of one another. 

So we stand there. Making out against the door , till sweet kisses turn more eager , and eager kisses turn hot and needy.  Till we’re peeling off our clothes and going at it again right there on the floor.