That Son of a Bitch
By EroticWriter
A beautiful 17 year old and recently married wife has a bad- Wednesday afternoon.
The next day, she goes to visit her priest, the one whom had - performed her marriage ceremony. Being embarrassed, she
requests a meeting with him for confession and guidance.
could she come back a little later? She says that she has a Thursday night
date with her husband but could stop by early. He replies that would be
fine and they set a time of four PM.
Later that day, she comes to his office at the appointed time. Normally
the priest, who is tall and thin and has white hair, is very straight-laced, but
as she enters his office he immediately feels a tingling between his legs.
Just like before, when he had performed her marriage ceremony, he had felt
that tingling between his legs.
In preparation for her date with her husband later tonight, she is dressed in a
white mini-skirt and a red button down the front blouse that is almost see-through.
Her nipples are pushing through the thin material and it is obvious that she is
not wearing a bra.
Her body is out of this world, and her gorgeous legs are beautifully emphasized
by the fact that she is wearing red high-heeled shoes. To make it worse, she
has the face of an innocent angel framed in dark red hair.
During an earlier confession before her marriage, she had told him that though
she was still a virgin, she was having problems holding back her desires and
having to wait for marriage.
"What kind of problems are you having my child? Maybe I can help."
"Oh good Father, when my fiance' kisses me, he runs his hands under my clothes,
touching me you know where and you know how. I want so much to do more, but
somehow I manage to fight off my desires as well as him, but I am not sure I can
resist much longer."
She sighed, and the priest could not help taking note of how her nipples tried
to pop through her blouse as her chest rose. "Father, and besides having to fight
off my own desires, I must fight off my fiance,' and I feel so sorry for him."
"My child, soon to become a woman, have your tried maybe giving your fiance'
some satisfaction, such as maybe, using your hand on him when he is aroused?"
He held his breath, hoping she would respond favorably to his question of a somewhat
personal nature.
"I...I have Father. I have used my hand to give him satisfaction on more than a few
occasions, but only with my hand. Tell me Father, is that a sin?"
"Well, it would be a sin my child if he was just someone you were not engaged to,
but since you will soon be joined in marriage with your fiance', I am sure it will all
be forgiven once you say your vowels."
"I am trying Father, but it is difficult. When I see his p-p-penis, so erect and almost
filling my hand, it is so much fun to play with it, and he is so happy when I make
him cum."
'Did she just describe the size of her fiance's penis? This I have to find out.'
"Did you say that his penis almost fills your hand? Describe that further for me,
about how his penis almost fills your hand?"
"It's as long as my hand is wide, almost." She held up her hand and showed it to
the priest. "He's almost long enough to have it stick up above my fingers when I play
with it until he cums."
"Damn, she sounds like she is proud of his cock, and is maybe ******* of men, and
the average sizes of their cocks.'
The priest studied her hand, and determined that her fiance' must be small, maybe only
four inches or so long if what she says is accurate. Still, he needed to reassure her and
have her wait until marriage.
"It sounds dear, like your husband should be able to satisfy you when the time comes,
so you must wait, for what you will receive is worth waiting for."
"I try Father, but for now, my fiance' is being satisfied while I must wait."
"Well, you could allow him to try and satisfy you with his hand, but that probably would
not work out too well since he might get carried away and try to force you."
"I know Father. I have been very careful and only allow him to touch me on the top half."
"Well, my child, he must really enjoy getting to do that, since I can see..." he deliberately
stared down at her chest, 'that your nipples seem to be quite prominent."
Instead of being embarrassed, she grinned and raised her blouse, displaying her nipples
that were almost perpetually erect. "See Father? It takes just the slightest touch or
thought and they stick right out there."
He almost reached out to feel one between his fingers, but she had dropped her
blouse.
"They, your nipples are most impressive my child. Made to please a husband, which
you shall soon be finding out."
He cock erect under his robe, he again told her to hold back my child, it is only another
few days till your wedding and then you and your husband will be able to have a wedding
night complete with the knowledge that you waited until you have been joined in Holy
Matrimony.
She had waited. Now, just a little over two weeks after her marriage, she was back.
"Yes, my dear. What can I do for you this evening?" Already his dick was tingling.
"Father, I called a man 'a son-of-a-bitch' yesterday."
"Hmm, that's rather crude language coming from such a lovely young wife. Who
is this person you called a name? I hope it's not your husband," the priest asks?
"No father, my husband and I are getting on quite well. The one I called a
son-of-a-bitch was an older man, maybe 23 or 24."
"An older man? Who, and where and why?" Inside, he was laughing at her 'older
man' comment.
Her face turned red. "He was a carpenter, hired by my father to make improvements
in the little home we moved into."
"Were you alone with him?"
"I was, home alone and not expecting what happened."
The priest felt his penis rise to almost full stature under his clothes as his imagination
began to go wild.
"I see. He was working in your home and you were caught unawares. So why
did you call him a son-of-a-bitch?" the priest asks.
"Because, father, I let him get close and he touched me on my arm without permission."
"Do you mean like this?" he asks, touching her arm.
"Yes father."
"Well my dear, that's certainly no reason for calling him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father he also removed my blouse."
"You mean like this," he asks as he unbuttons and removes her blouse, revealing
a lovely set of breasts tipped with pink nipples. Very prominent nipples.
"Yes, father, like that, and then...and then he touched my breasts."
"You mean like this?" he asks as he gently touches her breasts, cupping them
lightly in his grip.
"Yes father, and then he began squeezing them and playing with my nipples."
"Do you mean like this?" he asks as he squeezes her breasts and teases her
prominent nipples.
"Yes father, he...he did it just like that."
"And did your nipples become erect just like now?"
"Yes Father, just like that. They became so hard."
"That's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father, then he took off my skirt."
With shaking hands, he squats down and removes her mini skirt, revealing a
pair of lacy white panties, and asks "Like this?"
"Yes father, and then he pulled down my panties."
"Like this," he asks as he squats and pulls down her panties, revealing lovely
reddish curls just inches from his face.
"Yes father." she says as he ogles her lovely nude pussy.
"That's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father I was trying to be faithful and do you know what he did next?"
"No my dear, what did he do then?"
"He put his you-know-what in my you-know-where."
"By 'his you-know-what' do you mean this? he asks, standing up and opening his
fly.
"Yes father, like that, only his was smaller," she says with wide eyes, "his was
bigger than my husband but not as big as yours."
"That's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father, then he put my hand on it and told me to stroke it."
"Do you mean like this," he asks, putting her hand on his long and thick
penis.
"Yes, father, like this," she says as she stares down at his penis and
strokes it gently, marveling at how the first foreskin she has seen makes it
easy to stroke him.
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch," he says.
"But father, I had never been satisfied by my husband and I let him put it in
my you-know-where."
"And by 'you-know-where' do you mean in here," he asks, as he
touches her pussy.
"Yes, father, there, that's the place, he put it in there." she sighs as he
puts a finger in.
"You poor thing, not being satisfied after almost three weeks of marriage. It was
wrong, but I can understand your frustration and you will have to do your
confession with me next Sunday."
"I understand Father. I have sinned and I must do my penance."
"How did he put his you-know-what in? Was it in a car, or on a bed, or on a
couch," he asks as he moves his finger in and out.
"It was on a couch, father, like the one you have over there."
"And did he lay you on your back like this," he asks, placing her on the
couch and laying her down.
"Yes, father, and then he got on top of me and wanted to put his
you-know-what in my you-know-where."
"He did it like this?" he asks as he gets on top of her and places his
dripping you-know-what between her snug little lips you-know-where.
"Yes, father, only he made me guide it in like this," she says as she takes
a hold of him and guides him directly over her hole.
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch," he says.
"Yeah...yes father, but it was hard to get it in my you know what because it
was my first time to have a big one, and I felt him stretching me."
"Does it feel like that now," he asks as he struggles to fit his sizeable
organ into her little almost virginal pussy.
"Yes father, and at first it hurt just like it does now, only now it is
because your you know what is even bigger than his was."
"But after his you know what was in for a while, did it begin to feel
better, he asks as he attempts to penetrate deeper, making her gasp.
"Yes father, after a while my you know where stopped hurting and his you
know what began to feel better."
"Like this?" the father asks as he finally eases his large knob past her
lips and as he goes deeper starts pumping.
"Yes father, like thaaaaat" as she slowly begins to wrap her arms and legs
around him.
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch," he says as he places
his hands under her ass and penetrates all the way to his balls.
"But father, he kept going and going until I felt strange things happening
to my you know what."
"Do you mean like this." he asks as he feels her pussy get wetter and wetter
as he fucks her deeply.
"Yes father, like that. I never felt that sensation with my husband and my you
know what kept feeling better and better until I couldn't stand it any longer."
"Well, if he was making you feel pleasure for the first time, that's no reason
to call him a son-of-a-bitch," he says as he places his lips over hers and continues
to pump.
Her fingers dig into his ass as she begins to guide his movements, and her
tongue meets his.
Suddenly her you know what becomes incredibly wet as they achieve what
seems to be a perfect fit.
All conversation ceases for a few minutes until she reaches a noisy orgasm.
"Did that happen to your you know what when he did it?" asks the priest.
"Yes father, after a long time I finally felt that, my first time ever, but my you
know what felt much better this time with you."
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son of a bitch," the priest says
proudly.
"Yes father, but then he kept going and I felt his you know what jumping and
throbbing inside of me."
"Like th...this?" groans the priest after giving her several more strokes
while his penis begins throbbing intensely.
"Ooooh, Yes, father. His you know what felt just like that, throbbing
several times, on and on, but I'm feeling yours more."
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father, when he was done, he left my you know where all wet and sticky
inside, just like your you know what just did."
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch," the satisfied priest
says as his peter goes soft inside her.
"But father, he has HERPES!
"THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!"
