the sake of my sucking mouth. I instinctively dropped my hand to my waist and started to slip my fingers under the top of my skirt towards the juicy mouth of my horny pussy. But as I felt my fingertips at my navel, Father Marmelstein reached out and stopped me. I thought I was finally in trouble, until he said, 'Let me do it, my child.'
With abject willingness I spread my legs for him, feeling my skirt ride up around my hips as I thrust my pussy towards him, the soggy fabric of my panties stuffed wetly inside my sopping gash. While his stiff prick remained imbedded in my mouth, he threw his hand between my thighs, slipping his fingers under my panties and crushed them against the puffy folds of my cunt and my throbbingly aroused spine of a clit.
Wanting his balls, I reached inside his fly and easily pulled them free, one at a time, and marveling at their hairy bigness. I wanted to taste them, but was reluctant to give up an inch of the sweet-flavored cock I had buried all the way down my throat.
Seizing upon the only solution possible, I drove down even harder on his prick, cramming at least half of it down my throat as I swallowed all of it, leaving just enough room for my lips to grasp one slippery ball and then the other and just get them inside my mouth, stuffing them warmly and wetly in along with his stiff cock.
His crotch hair scratched into my eyes as I drove my face as deeply as possible into his groin, his pronged cock and pulsing balls wonderfully trapped in my grasping mouth. I drove into him like a football lineman making a tackle with the face, bending back his pelvis so that his prick and hairy balls thrust even deeper into my mouth, his swollen cock skidding farther down my throat.
Down below, my beaver provided a nest for Father Marmelstein's five wriggling fingers as they diddled in my swollen, juicy cunt. My clit, my pussy-lips, the mouth of my fuck-hole, all of them were stimulated into a peak of frenzy as his greedy hand devoured my cunt. Repeatedly, I drenched his hand to the wrist with gushes of pussy-juice, creaming uncontrollably in my sexually insane state.
Suddenly I realized that I wanted more of him than I was getting with, my mouth and his hand. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to feel his stiff prick imbedded to the balls in my steaming cunt. I wanted him to come inside of me in the natural Christian way, bathing my pussy-walls with a halo of shimmering sperm. I wanted to lean back on my chair and prop my ankles up on his desk, spreading my legs so far apart that my cunt was an open red wound, a foaming whirlpool frothing to suck in his long, hard dick. I wanted him caught in the trap of my legs, all his attention focused on the crimson gash of my slobbering cunt. Then my legs would wrap around him, squashing his crotch against mine, the tangle of our pubic bushes mingling as his broad, swift prick tore into my fuck-hole like a sword, searing the walls of my spasming cunt.
I quickly dislodged his enormous cock from my mouth, momentarily dizzy as fresh oxygen blasted into me once I had that monster prick out of my throat. I hunched my cunt-mound up at his hand, gesturing with a vertical wink of the hairy eye of my pussy for him to move back against the desk as I shoved my chair closer. I abruptly shot my legs straight out, trapping the helpless Father Marmelstein with them, creating a fleshy V that stretched the skin on the insides of my thighs taut.
But the look of bewilderment on Father Marmelstein's face suddenly turned to rapture as his eyes bugged out at the ripe, pared melon of my juicy cunt, oozing sensuously at him in the nest of glistening hair between my open thighs. As he moved in closer towards me, I could see the vertical slit at the end of his cock flare in anticipation, his twitching prick and pulsing balls seeming to be electronically endowed, his cock and balls part of a robot programmed only for sex.
In an instant, so fast there was only a pink blur, his cock was inside my cunt, sliding easily up the pussy- juiced walls of my fuck-canal, surging all the way into my cunt and nudging against the puckered entrance to my womb.
I wrapped my legs around him as I had planned, crushing his waist so that he would have no choice but to cram his cock inside my hole deeper and deeper, my cunt-lips already lapping greedily against the firm spheres of his bloated, straining balls.
As his prick plowed into my cunt, he pressed his hairy face to mine and darted his tongue between my lips, brutally soul-kissing me. As his tongue shot down my throat just as his cock had done, I could smell the sacramental wine on his breath. Its essence enchanted me, making me sure that what I was doing was right. That I was involved in a truly religious experience.
Suddenly I realized that I wanted to be baptized, truly baptized in the natural sense by the divine fluid from his balls, his prick shooting inside my cunt and ridding me of my sinfulness as his cum slid down my pussy-walls. I wiggled my ass for all I was worth, desperately striving to get his rocks off, aching so much to feel the explosion of his holy sperm inside my cunt that I didn't care whether I came myself or not.
Deeper and deeper the barb at the end of his prick probed, reaching depths within my cunt that I hadn't known existed, touching new points of carnal stimulation that made my body quiver. And then, just when I thought his cock was going to penetrate my womb at last and fill my cunt like a sacred vessel with his jizz, I astonishingly felt his prick abruptly pulling out of my hole as he broke the wall of my legs, the inside of my pussy and my cunt- lips reluctantly yielding their pulsing prize.
My senses reeled and I shuddered when I looked up and saw that I was suddenly face to face with Father Marmelstein's twitching, leering cock, his hand pumping the bowing prick-shaft furiously. I opened my mouth in shock, but before I could make a noise the bomb at the end of his prick exploded, splattering a payload of scalding jizz into my gaping mouth and all over my face. I could feel gobs of sperm dribbling gloppily onto my blouse, their thick wetness quickly saturating the fabric and sticking to my skin as he continued to get his rocks off, his dick spitting and spurting all over my face.
I felt cheated, robbed by his sudden maneuver, my pussy still stunned by the surprise removal of his cock. In a fit of ruefulness I angrily thrust my hand between my legs, literally grabbing ahold of my clit like it was a miniature switch and fucking myself to an automatic orgasm, a flush starting between my legs and completely enveloping the rest of my body by rapid degrees, relieving me of the sexual tension I would have felt for weeks if I had not done something about it.
When I was finished coming, I opened my eyes and saw Father Marmelstein trying to stuff his wilting cock inside his pants. A ball and a curve in his rubbery shaft still wouldn't go in as he hurriedly pressed at his crotch.
'Wait a minute, Father Marmelstein,' I found myself blurting out at the sight of his spent prick. 'What's going on here?'
'Going to make trouble, huh?' he said crisply, still stuffing at his fly.
'Uh, well, no… it's not that…' I stammered, instantly intimidated by the return of his priestly manner.
'I should hope not,' he bit into his words. 'This is a severe sin, a mortal sin that will cause more than several dark splotches on the linen of your soul. No, it's more than dark splotches, it's a cancer that will eat at the moral fiber of your soul after what you've done.'
Seeing that he had finally managed to stuff his cock and balls back into his pants and zip up his fly, I reached down and hurriedly pulled down my skirt, closing my knees and smoothing down the fabric over my thighs. 'I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about,' I said primly.
'How about tempting a man of God?' he hissed, and then shouted it again, emphasizing each word as if he were reading holy scripture.
'But… you… you…' I fumbled, straining for the moral courage to tell my side of the story, but just producing repeated stuttering gasps.
'Thank God He intervened just in time to have me pull my… pull out of wicked temptation at the last moment so I wouldn't complete the vile act to which you so wantonly tempted me,' he declared self-righteously.
'Complete the vile ad!' I suddenly shouted, out of control of myself. 'A Catholic is bound by God to only have an ejaculation inside a woman's vagina for the purpose of procreation!'
'That's if you're not a priest!' he yelled back. 'Priests aren't supposed to come anywhere. And if they do, certainly not in a woman's pussy. Case closed… Now get your ass out of here, or I'll have you run in on a moral's charge, heh, heh.'
When I heard that last speech and that smug little laugh, it occurred to me how much Father Marmelstein reminded me of Shark. They were both heathens. I'd come to the wrong place for advice. I'd have to take a crash course on studying the Bible tonight and answer the rest of the letters on my own. Good or bad, the answers would be entirely my own.
I got up and left wordlessly as Father Marmelstein picked up the phone and asked for St. Vincent de Paul as
