My Family Priest has been in my life since I was little. He baptized me, gave me my first communion, and fucked me in the rectory. Father Thomas had been away for a few years on a mission trip, when he came back to the church, I hardly recognized him. He was buff and looking great. Seeing him wear that clerical collar just made him more desirable because I knew that I shouldn’t hook up with our family priest.
I told Father Thomas that I needed some advice. He asked for me to meet him in the rectory as this would be an informal meeting. I showed up, he was in blue jeans and a t-shirt, looking very hot. He had a tribal tattoo on his arms and big guns. Wow, I don’t think that I have ever seen him out of his priestly clothing.
I pressed myself onto his body, rubbing his cock. I dropped to my knees and took his cock out of his jeans. He made no move to stop me. I sucked on his pristine, shaved cock and it grew even bigger in my mouth. I started stroking his shaft with my hand as I sucked him, letting him enjoy this taste of sin and ecstasy. It didn’t take long to have him fully erect. I asked him where his bed was, he took me to a big dining room chair near a beautiful stained-glass window. He removed the rest of his clothing and took my dress off too. He sat on the chair, his hard cock sticking straight up. He patted his lap and said, Betsy, come sit on Father Thomas’ lap. I sat down on his lap, impaling myself on his cock. I started moving up and down letting him have my sweet, young pussy. He told me how much he had desired me for so long. He continued fucking me until he spilled himself inside of me in warm ribbons of cum. I embraced him, continuing to rock on his cock until he fell out of my pussy.
I still see him every Sunday at Mass and sometimes after mass in the Rectory.
