Reverend Stephens (closed for Maid of Marvels)

[Pip]

Her picture taunts my age and circumstances, sitting there beside the crucifix a memoire of a long lost love, Bethany.

We had had one summer together and I had left to become a priest and I never saw her again. Her thick dark red hair, pale skin and clear blue eyes barely remembered, although it must be over eighteen years since I saw her last.

Now back in my home parish I am desparately trying to do gods work, to try again to resist the temptations of the flesh, but it is so hard.

My work takes me into the back streets of the city, tonight I must go to a place of ill repute where the girls dance for money. I have been many times and always have managed to keep the dignity of the cloth whilst giving ministry to the girls, most of whom are young enought to be, well my daughter. If I had one that is.

As I straighten my white collar and enter the ALAMO club the doorman looks me up and down and finally allows me to enter.

"Make no trouble padre, and don't make the girls into nuns!" he giggles as I pass him by with a smile.

The noise and confusion hits me as I enter, men drinking and smoking, barely dress girls everywhere, I take a deep brathe and head for a corner booth, here the girls can come if they want to speak with me.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Allyson Moorehead

"A priest? What's his story?" Allie turned to Izzy when she saw him make his way across the room and slide into one of the back booths. She was used to the doc that came in regularly to check out Izzy's "girls", but she'd never seen a priest here before. Maybe it was just the guy's kink -- dressing up like a man of the cloth and getting it on with a prostitute.

"He's the genuine thing, gal. He's here to hear confessions or counsel. I couldn't tell the poor bugger no. He means well." Izzy was older, some would say past her prime, and despite the fact she'd been running a brothel for better than thirty years, she still went to mass on Sunday morning without fail. She didn't see anything wrong with what she did for a living -- called it "providing a service for the needy" -- and the cash was good, too, she always added with a wink.

Allyson Moorehead, known to most as Allie, had been working at the Alamo Club for just about a year now. Things were tight since her mother passed and she needed money for Uni. She had no intention of getting knocked up and deserted like her mom had, spending the rest of her life cleaning up shit in an old age home. No, she was going to have a real career and not depend on anyone -- and she'd do anything she could to ensure that.

As the evening passed, she noticed girls come and go, but none seemed to stay long with the good father. Probably making passes more than looking for soul cleansing. In a way she felt sorry for the poor guy, thinking he could reform any of them, but not sorry enough to go confessing. Besides, she'd been raised outside the Church and wouldn't even know how to begin.

"He is kinda good lookin', dontcha think? He seems to have caught your eye from the look of it." Izzy hacked as she lit another cigarette.

"You oughta cut those things out, Iz. They'll kill you."

"Uh huh. Why else do you think I've got the Padre comin' round? Why don't you bring him a drink and make nice, Allie? He's a good bloke."

Allie rolled her eyes in mock exasperation as Izzy gave her a lewd wink and unfastened the next two buttons on her blouse. "Go on, Allie. Maybe all the Padre needs is a bit of class instead of brass. You know you want to."

It was true. There was something about him that sort of drew her. The why she didn't know. The what she really didn't want to think about. On the other hand...

"Yeah. Maybe I'll do just that. What's his name, anyhow?"

"Father James. Stephens I think. Why?"

Allie's breath caught. The name was familiar for some reason and now she really wanted to get a better look at the face that went with it. What were the odds? Nah. Couldn't be. She'd have to go through that box of pictures her mom had always been always riffling through. It had been nineteen years, but she bet if it was him, there'd still be some resemblance.

"You got it, Iz. What do you think he drinks? I'll just bring him a scotch. All Priests drink scotch, don't they?"

Getting a double from the barkeep, Allie made her way over to the booth just as he was starting to get up. "Hold on, Rev. You've got another customer and I've brought you a drink, too."

Not waiting for him to answer but knowing he'd sit back down, Allie slid into the booth and studied his face. Could be. Could well be.

 

[Pip]

Reverend James

I take a little while to adjust to the atmosphere, the smoke and strange noises and of course the girls and the clothes they are barely wearing.

As usual I get some who just want a laugh, a friend giggling in the background as they tell me a made up story.

Some are genuinely pleased to talk with a 'normal' man, free from the usual 'negotiations.

One girl catches my eye, from a distance with her thick dark hair and pale skin she bears an uncanny resemblance to a girl I knew a long time ago, before the church and celibacy. But of couse Bethany would be in her thirties now and this girl did not look more than 18 or nineteen.

Dragging myself back from my memories I concentrate on the girl in front of me, the last one tonight.

"Yes Lucy, but if your Aunt had found out that would have cost them their marriage"

As Lucy slips away I stand to put my coat on when the 'bethany' girl appears with a drink in her hand.

"Hold on, Rev. You've got another customer and I've brought you a drink, too."

Close up looking up at me with her blue eyes, pale skin and the perfect smile through full red lips, she looks even more like Bethany. Her red dress is slashed off one bare shoulder and her full pale..

"get a grip Jimmy" I tell myself as I drag my wandering eyes back to her eyes, "that is not the way to maintain self control"

"Hello young lady, I don't really dring but thank you, I am Rev James, would you like to sit down, what is your name?"

As she slips onto the seat opposite me in the horseshoe shaped booth I can't help but glimpse the lace tops of white stockings as she crosses her legs, I take a sip of the drink and shudder at the strong taste as I regain composure.

"What is wrong with you? concentrate"

I re assert the drill, no wandering eyes, just eye contact, thats the way to maintain control.

She has the palms of each hand pressed to the seat either side of herself as she rocks gently, nervously, her eyes downcast then looking at me through wisps of dar red hair.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Allie studied the priest's face, searching for something familiar -- something recognizable from those old photographs. Could it be? Was this the guy who had ruined my mother's life? Not to say that her mother had ever referred to her as a "mistake", but Allie knew that if it hadn't been for getting pregnant, her mother's life -- and untimely death -- would have been far different from the way it ended. She wondered if he recognized anything of Bethany in her.

Wouldn't it be fitting if... But first she had to be certain. That meant having conversation with the good padre and checking the pictures in that shoebox at home. And then...

Allie looked up and smiled her sunniest smile. The Rev seemed to be looking everywhere but at her. It was more than a little disconcerting. Then again, maybe he was just nervous around women. But he wasn't at one time!

"So, Rev. I saw a few of the girls come over. Save any souls? Learn any deep, dark secrets? Or are you really looking for a pick-up. A good looking guy like you must have a load of poor widow ladies knocking at your door with casseroles and desserts all the time. Maybe you're the one with the deep, dark secrets."

The look on Rev's face almost made Allie feel guilty for being unkind. It really wasn't in her nature to be like this, but... The possibilities made her tingle in an exquisite way. If she played her cards right, she'd have him eating out of the palm of her hand -- and maybe a few other places as well.

"Look, Rev. This really isn't the best place to take confession or whatever it is that you're doing here. Frankly, I'd like to talk a bit if you're willing. I don't mean to be flip, I'm just a bit nervous is all. Do you think we could meet somewhere more private? I mean my place or the rectory. I really don't need the ragging I'd get from the others if they knew. Not that I need my soul saved or anything. I'd just like to... talk."

 

[Pip]

Reverend James

This girl is not like the others

The girls usually just giggle or they try it on with me, as if getting a Reverend to fancy them is a competition, like getting a gay man to fancy a girl I suppose. She is very attractive and looks too yoing and innocent for this game and yet exudes such se....

"stop it! you keep letting your mind wander in dangerous places"

I try to keep my eyes off her body, desparately try not to think of my cock which is stirring,

please no, not an erection

I look at her eyes, but they are so bright, peircing and somehow knowing it does not help so I look around the room and at my fingers on my knees, fidgetting.

I think the swell of her nipples is visible through the red silk of her dress, my mind keeps tormenting me as she chatters away when suddenly I hear what she is saying.

" I mean my place or the rectory. I really don't need the ragging I'd get from the others if they knew. Not that I need my soul saved or anything. I'd just like to... talk."

She wants to visit me, or me to go to her place, I do occasionally have parishoners to the rectory, but this girl?

"I'm not sure that that would be appropriate, I mean I usy=ually just see the girls at their place of work"

This is silly, I often have people back, and I visit them, just because she is so, so, "stop it don't go there"

"Sorry, yes of course we could get together, where would you prefer? I am free all tomorrow"

think of anything, something horrid to stop your cock going any harder I am unusually large and I have always been able to control myself, not to embarrass myself with a 'trouser pole' but for some reason tonight it was almost impossible to stop myself.

Fortunately I am still holding the coatt I was about to put on when she came to the booth.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"I'm free all tomorrow... "

The words hung in the air between them. It looked like it was her move -- whichever way she chose to play it. He'd have the upper hand at the rectory, be more 'off guard' at her place. Depending on what the pictures told her when she went home tonight, she'd have more than a few things to consider.

"Tell you what, Padre. How bout you leave me your number and I'll call you first thing? If my roommate is going to be out all day, my place will be fine. I'm not sure if you have a lot of interruptions at yours or not. I'd really like to speak undisrupted."

As if to prove her point, Izzy walked over to the table and whispered in her ear. "Room 12, Allie. Soon as possible, okay?"

She nodded and smiled, shrugging at Reverend James. "See what I mean?"

Standing as Izzy walked away, Allie extended her hand and smiled. "Til tomorrow then?"

Rev merely nodded, his hand shaking slightly and feeling a bit clammy when he accepted hers. That, and the fact that he only held her eyes for a brief moment before dropping them once again made her wonder once more what the good padre's story really was.

 

[Pip]

Reverend James

For the first time in 19 years I cannot bring Bethanys face to mind.

As I lay in my bed each time I try to think of her The girl from the club appears in her red dress.

I have a huge erection, throbbing on my belly as I lay there and try not to think of her. Allie - that was the name the other girl said, "Allie - room 12", room 12, room 12, the words and the image of her moving away to room 12 keeps coming into my mind.

"Til tomorrow then?" I had handed her my number and now cannot wait for her call. I realise my hand is on my cock as I push back the sheets, I am big but tonight I feel huge as I do something I always feel ashamed of,

peircing eyes, the swell of her breasts, her hips as she walks away, room 12, Allie, lace tops to her stockings, room 12

"No, No" I stop myself and getting up go to take a shower and pray.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Allie had three more clients after the guy in 12, but she finally collected her pay, said her good nights all around and took a taxi home. It wasn't one of her best nights, but it was a good take and she tipped the cabbie well.

Once in the door, Allie headed immediately for the closet where she'd placed her mother's shoebox full of photographs. Spreading them out on the bed, she began to undress as she examined them one by one. There were several from "that summer", but she was looking for a closeup. Oh, and there it was!

She picked it up along with a couple of others she had set to the side and went over to her desk where the light was better. For some reason Rev's face was emblazoned in her mind, so all she had to do was find the similarities. After all, the photos were taken the year that her mother had become pregnant -- nearly nineteen years ago.

Allie sighed deeply, but her eyes took on a ice blue glint of anger as she shuffled and compared and looked again. "Why that... " No wonder her mother had such a hatred for the church. So many things made sense now, while others made even less. How could he have done this to her? Made love to her, made her believe they might have a future, only to run off and become a PRIEST?

She wondered if he knew. If he recognized her mother in her. If he even remembered her at all. Slowly, determinedly, a plan began to fall into place. Allyson Moore knew exactly what she was going to do. Showering quickly, she fell into bed only to dream of her revenge.

************

Morning came all too soon, and Allie was awake like a bolt. She had a phone call to make and didn't want to miss a minute of the day.

Still naked, she padded around her home, straightening this, dusting that. Making sure everything was in its place -- all except for the photos of her mother. Those she tucked into a drawer with a quick "I love you" before picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Rev. It's Allie. Allyson Moore. You said that I might phone you today? I was wondering if you wouldn't mind coming here instead of me coming to the rectory. It's a little remote and I don't drive." Allie held her breath while she waited for the good padre's reply.

 

[Pip]

Reverend James

My shower helped, but thr prayer did not seem to work as well and I spent the night restlessly.

Dream after dream with her face looking up at me and all the time separated by a huge phallus betwen us.

I awoke with a guge erection that even a cold shower struggled to remove.

And then the phone rang.

"Rev. It's Allie. Allyson Moore. You said that I might phone you today? I was wondering if you wouldn't mind coming here instead of me coming to the rectory. It's a little remote and I don't drive."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Allie listened to Rev's voice as they negotiated their meeting, but her mind was working overtime. If he was the man who had gotten her mother pregnant and deserted her, that would make him "Father" in more ways than one. She'd created many scenarios over the years built around what the ultimate confrontation with her sperm donor would be like and now that it was staring her straight in the face, she wasn't so sure how she wanted to deal with it at all. Or did she?

The time set, Allie hung up and went immediately to her closet for an outfit. How should she dress? Innocently? Seductively? Plain out and out slutty? He probably wouldn't buy the Little Miss Innocent thing even if she was and no matter what, she was far from slutty. Frankly, Allie realized that she wanted Reverend James to notice her -- really notice her.

Grinning as she made her final selection, Allie headed for the shower. He'd be there in a little under two hours and she wanted to be ready.

 

[Pip]

Reverend james

My heart is pounding as I mount the stairs to her apartment and approach the door.

It is 2 hours since that awkward conversation, I have showered, dressed and prayed for guidance since then, and driven following her directions to her place.

I must calm down now, this is just a counselling session, just like all the others I have been to.

Calm now my finger howvers over the bell push, then presses the button as I allow a long controlled breath to escape my lips.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Allie answered the door dressed in a short denim skirt that showed off her thigh-high stockinged legs to perfection. Her blouse was a gauzy peasant style, low cut and just sheer enough to display the outline of her pert breasts which she had not confined to a brassiere. After all, it was her day off, wasn't it?

Rev looked more than a little nervous when she greeted him. A fleeting thought that he may have recognized her came and went as she took his arm and led him inside.

"I'll hang your coat," Allie said, releasing her hold on Rev's arm once they had entered the living room. "I'm so glad you could come. Would you like coffee or tea -- or something stronger?" She wanted him comfortable, but if he wasn't she knew what to do to take care of that also.

 

[Pip]

reverend James

My heart is pounding as the door finally opens and Allie stands before me, one hand holding the door open for me.

I realised that I had not considered how she might be dressed, in my mind I just saw her in the clothes she wore in the club, but she is wearing a very short skirt, denim I think, and a low blouse which immediately made me wonder if she was wearing a

Stop it, stop it, it does not matter what she is wearing, she could be naked and it would be alright, she is just a girl wanting the help of the Church, innocent in Gods eyes

Averting my eyes, and thoughts, from her body I hand her my coat and realize that she is offering me a drink.

"Oh yes, yes,I don't really drink, anything you have would be OK, yes anything"

As Allie turns away from me I cannot help myself looking at her as she walks away, her skirt is short and her legs covered in dark stockings, her blouse is slightly sheer and I cannot see evidence of a brassiere. She moves so, so

stop it, stop it, think of Our Lord

I tear my eyes away and look around her room.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Have a seat, Rev. I'll put on water for tea and be right back."

Allie watched Rev wander around the living room while she waited for the kettle to boil. Despite what she knew about his past -- their connection -- she couldn't help thinking what a handsome man he was. It angered her, however, to notice that he didn't "see" her mother in her. Many had thought they were sisters rather than mother/daughter. She couldn't wait to see his face when he finally did realize. It would serve him right.

She turned away quickly as the whistle blew and filled the teapot, adding loose tea to the basket. Placing two cup on their saucers, a plate of lemon, the sugar and a small pitcher of milk on a tray she picked it up and went back into the living room. He was sitting on the settee now, though he still didn't look any more at ease than he had earlier.

"You didn't say milk or lemon, so I brought both." Allie said with a smile, leaning over just far enough to give the good padre a glimpse of her pert breasts as she set the tray on the coffee table before moving to an easy chair opposite him.

Allie crossed her legs, knowing that the tops of her nylons were visible from where he sat. She grinned and sat back for a moment, feeling a surge of power over this man of the cloth who was obviously disconcerted by the sight of them.

"You really do look uneasy, Rev. I would have thought it should be me rather than you."

 

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Reverend James

"You really do look uneasy, Rev. I would have thought it should be me rather than you."

My composure, that I had fought to regain, is lost when she bends in front of me and I can't help but gaze at her the perfect, creamy mounds of her breasts, even a hint of pink nipple is visible before she sits down and my eyes are drawn to the bare smooth flesh of her upper thigh above her stocking tops.

My erection is back and strong and my mind filled with visions of, of..

Bethany! laying back, laughing, naked, legs open, fiery bush inviting! pink and - STOP IT!

"SSsorry, I, its just that you remind me, sorry, someone from long ago, before I stopped, I mean before I became a preist and"

My words dry up, she is smiling, her eyes on me, thinking.

"It's very warm in here, or is it just me? What would you like to speak with m m mee abo, about,"

I stammer to her, lost for words. My erection is uncomfortable as I rest my hands in my lap to cover my embarrasment and look around the room, anything but at her.

"Do you do any other sort of work Allie," I manage after a long silence.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"The Alamo is the only job I need right now. Hours are good, pay is even better. Keeps a roof over my head and tuition paid."

"Tuition? You go to university?"

"Yes," Allie replied proudly. "I'm a psych major actually. I've made Dean's list every semester."

"Your parents must be very proud of your academic standing. Do they know about where you work?"

"My mother passed away a year ago." Allie really didn't want to go there conversationally. At least not yet. "You still seem a bit uptight, Rev."

Standing and walking over the the priest, she offered her hand. "Come with me. We'll talk while I help you to relax a bit."

Reverend Stephens hesitated before standing, but Allyson smiled reassuringly. "Nothing naughty, Padre." Yet, she thought to herself. We shall see what we shall see.

"Follow me." She waggled her fingers as she led him into another room -- her bedroom. Where else save for her bed did she have that he could lay out while she gave him a massage? Yes, the bed was the perfect place.

Laying a sheet over the quilt, she handed him a towel and pointed toward the adjoining bathroom. "Strip. You're going to get the best massage you've ever had in your life. I'll talk while I work."

 

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Reverend James

My initial discomfort eases as we start to chat an I sip the tea she has given me. I have done his so many times before I am surprised and annoyed by my response to this girl.

She seemed so different from the other 'working' girls that he had met, fresher, brighter and more adult somehow. She seemed not to have been affected by the life she is leading and the grimy attention of the men at the club.

When I realize she is a student I am even more comfortable, somehow I must have been judgemental about the work she did without knowing I was. As she talks to me it seems more like a chat with a daughter than with the usual girls I counsel.

"I'm a psych major actually" somehow though that makes me uncomfortable, I suppose we all react like that if we think the other person is 'analyzing' us.

(I said the wrong thing there) I think as she reacts oddly to mention of her mother, she must not have gotton over her loss, perhaps I can help with that

But Allie seems not to want to go there, I realize that my erection has gone, and breath a sigh of relief as I place the cup on the table next to me, now concentrate and don't go there again I tell myself as I realize that I have drifted off and Allie is asking me something,

"Come with me. We'll talk while I help you to relax a bit."

Puzzled but strangely compliant with this lovely young girl I do as she says and stand up, but it must be obvious from my expression that I am unsure as to what she means.

"Nothing naughty, Padre." Allie assures me with a perfect smile and sparkling eyes as she beckons me, and I meekly follow, I feel somehow compelled to do as she tells me.

"Follow me." and I do so, into another room and stop in my tracks when I realize it is her bedroom. I watch dumfounded as she spreads a white sheet over the bedspread, the room is softly lit by small bedside lights and is warm, I can hear music playing gently but cannot tell from where.

"Allie I, I don't think..." before I can finish I have taken a towel from her offered hand and am walking towards the bathroom.

"Strip. You're going to get the best massage you've ever had in your life. I'll talk while I work."

A massage! no, I have never had a massage, in my book that means, stop assuming things about people I tell my self,

By the time I have argued with myself I am standing in the doorway, she looks at me with a look that says, I know what you are thinking, you men are all the same, but it is just a massage her hands on hips as if to take no more protests.

Instead of saying no, which is what I should say, incredibly I just mumble

"All my, I mean do I take every, even my underwear"

"Yes of course, silly, now get on with it"

her smile and voice are so innocent, so sweet that I am angry with myself for my assumptions and go meekly into the bathroom and start to disrobe.

Naked now as I start to pull the towel around me, I feel so awkward but can't think how to get myself out of this situation,

what the hell am I doing, I could be defrocked for this!

My cock has softened most of the way, thank goodness, but remains embarrassingly large, the end is wet with juice from my earlier arousal and I use tissue to clean it, the attention starts to stiffen me again and I splash cold water on myself and try the think of almost anything to make it go away, but her face just comes to me, and Bethany's voice, laughing at me from a long way away, for some reason.

Pulling the towel tight and breathing in I pluck up courage to re-enter Allies bedroom.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Allie looked up as Reverend Stephens reentered the room. She had closed the blinds while he was undressing, leaving the room bathed only in the soft pink glow from a silk scarf covered bedside lamp and the soft music from her CD player.

He had a good body, something she would not have guessed having only seen him in his black shirt and trousers, his collar safely in place like some sort of shield.

"Come," she said quietly, holding out her hand and gesturing toward the bed with a tilt of her head.

Rev came to her shyly and Allie smiled. "I won't bite. You've never had a massage before, I take it? I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. And yes. You may keep the towel on. Belly down." For now she thought to herself as she watched him sit then roll over onto his stomach.

She had already heated the oils, and warmed her hands as well. Allie had learned how to massage during her mother's illness -- it had helped to ease the pain a bit. Her clients often told her that she had "the touch". Well, now she'd see just how good her touch was.

"I'm sorry that I don't have a proper massage bench, but this will serve us," she told the obviously nervous priest as she began to drizzle oil down the center of his back. "I've chosen this combination for specific reasons. Basil, because it relaxes the muscles we don't specifically have control over -- the heart and the digestive system."

Allie began to smooth her hands over Rev's back, feeling the tension in the muscles there as she continued. "Rosemary to reduce stress and frustration." Was it her imagination or did he tense even further when she said that?

"And valerian for its calming, relaxing, grounding and emotionally balancing influence. It's good for the central nervous system in general. See? Doesn't that feel good?"

Rev murmured a quiet "Mmhmm," and nodded as her hands continued to move slowly over his back, her fingers pressing firmly, as she felt the deep layers of his musculature and began working them into the deeper layers of his muscle tissue.

"You really are tense, Rev." Allie closed her eyes while she massaged, wanting to get a sense of him -- to find the places where his muscles were tightest.

Rev was larger than she, and the bed was low. After a few minutes of bending at an awkward angle, Allie straightened and climbed onto the bed, straddling Rev's buttocks. Feeling him tense and try to get up, she patted him softly. "Relax, Rev. It's just that I can do a better job this way. The bed is really too low to apply proper pressure -- and frankly, leaning was making my own back ache."

She chuckled deeply as he settled and she resumed her ministrations. Not for the first time, she was a little amazed at the firmness of the priest's muscles. "Do you work out, Rev? You really do have a great body."

What she didn't say was how the feel of him between her legs was beginning to turn her on in a sort of perverse way. Here he was at last -- her "sperm donor". Her father. The man who deserted her mother and left her to raise a child on her own. She had to keep her focus.

 

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Reverend James

My position laying face down seemed somehow safer more secure, my problem later would be getting up and leaving, bit for now the embarrassment of making my way naked from the bathroom to the bed with my hands gingerly holding the towel inposition was over.

It felt very odd to be without my collar, for years it had protected me from, well from women and the dark side, my lusty side, the feelings and animal instincts that had scared me so much as a young man. The preisthood had been a sanctuary for me.

Bethany had not understood, she wanted my sex, my bigness, where others had run from it, been intimidated, made me feel like there was something wrong with me.

Now a kind of restfulness as her soft hands and the warm oil stroke across my shoulders and down into the centre of my spine, just pushing against the edge of the towel.

Allies voice is soft and yet firm as she guides me, tells me what to do, about the oils, I tense as she says rosemary did I hear holy mary? or is it the gentle tug as she pulls the towel from under my body? loosening it so that now it just rests over my body and is not wrapped around me.

The action of re arranging the towel has pulled and repositioned my penis, somehow waking up a part of me I was trying not to be conscious of. I sense my foreskin has ben pulled back a little, I wnat to move it, make myself more comfortable but cannot, the exposed head is now rubbed agaist the sheet with each press of her hands on my back, it tickles and arouses.

No, concentrate on other things, you can do it I am trying hard not to be aware of my sexual parts, but somehow everything she says or does seems to cause a small tension, pulse in my organ as it is pressed between the white sheet and my belly.

"Mmmmm" I cannot help myself as her hands push the towel lower, and her voice carress's me, but immediately I tense at the shame of my response.

what! I I feel her weight on the bed and her stocking clad leg grazes my thigh a she straddles me, her explanation comes from far away as I feel bare skin touch gently against my calves for an instant.

don't try to work out which part of her touched you, don't think that it was her upper thigh or buttock, NO! banish such thoughts I tell myself, and try to pray, but my mind is filled with visions of her thighs, bare above the stockings, soft secret places.

hail mary full of grace, give us this day... it is no use I can feel my body respond, stiffen, go harder as my fingers grip the sheet, my buttocks tense and my mind pleads with her to stop go on stop go on please go on stop

My mind is racing as I feel the towel lift and cool air plays accross my buttocks.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Straddling him, Allie can feel the priest tensing under her, see his hands gripping the sheet he was laying on. She knew he was aroused, but hadn't considered that the seduction and ultimate downfall of this man would come so easily. He could still resist. Priests were probably tempted often by women in their parishes -- especially this one.

"You have a fine body, Rev," she repeated quietly as she pulled the towel downward to reveal his bum. "But it's so... tense."

He jerked up as she grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and squeezed, manipulating the flesh and muscles. "Relax. Just... relax. Let the tension flow away."

Allie's voice was low, soothing, mellifluous, like a siren's song; her hands and fingers seducing his flesh to obey even as her words lured his mind into the fiery depths of desire. What she didn't expect was the reaction of her own body as he unconsciously began to rock his body between her thighs.

She had meant to stay detached physically. Screw him, out him to his parishioners and walk away. Piece of cake, right? She massaged both men and women every night and none of her clients ever turned her on. Not even the ones that offered tips for extra special attentions. What was the difference with this one?

It must be the whole taboo thing, Allie thought to herself. She had locked horns with a double whammy -- two "untouchable" fantasies -- a priest and her father to boot. For a fleeting moment, Allie wondered if she should back off. Just walk away and let the bastard deal with what he'd done to her mother when he met his Maker.

No! She was stronger than this. There are no such things as coincidences. He'd fallen into her hands and she intended to turn him into putty. Her mother deserved this -- and so did she.

Angered at what she felt was a weakness in her character, Allie sat up and pulled her blouse over her head. She really had intended to draw this whole thing out but... Placing her oil-coated hands on the small of his back, Allie began to smooth them toward Rev's shoulders, at the same time lowering her body so that he could feel her breasts as she slithered against his skin.

 

[Pip]

Reverend James

With a supreme effort I am managing to stop myself from moving my hips on the bed, I can feel the pulse in my groin and try hard not to allow myself to submit to the instinct to squeeze the muscles around my testicles and cock in that way.

I have to force myself to think of other things, the statue of the virgin, it has Bethanys face!

The alter as say Mass she is laying there, pale and white on the alter cloth, legs open!

I hear Allies voice telling me to relax, feel her slippery oily hands move down my back towards my naked buttocks, each time they approach my buttocks I feel them tense and flex, I can't help it.

As she pauses I feel her bare skin of her upper thighs brush my calves as she sits erect, a feeling of movement, maybe a rustle of material, then her hands again.

This time starting from my buttocks, moving upwards to my shoulders, then

no! surely not a feeling, no more than that, of something else touching my lower back, a soft grazing feeling of no! surely not breasts, hail mary full of..... even prayer leaves me as I fight the feeling.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

By the time her body was positioned completely over his, Allie had wedged her right knee between the priest's legs, pushing them apart. His eyes were firmly closed and she knew he was struggling not to move beneath her, but she would have her way. Like mother, like daughter -- only this time the outcome would be totally different.

Allie writhed against Rev like a snake, her hips rocking as she rubbed her thong covered cunny against his thigh. She knew he could feel the heat of her, the wetness of her sex, the hardness of her nipples as they grazed his back. Eve the temptress -- and he was her Adam -- ready to fall from grace.

Allie kept her hands moving while she blazed a trail of kisses across the nape of his neck, inching up slightly to nibble at his earlobe. "Roll over," she whispered, shifting her weight backwards as she knelt up so that Reverend Stephens would have room to maneuver beneath her. "Please?"

 

[Pip]

Reverend James

I am alternating between heaven and hell as I lay there on the white sheet.

This delightful creature who so reminded me of his only love is stroking me and carressing me until I felt I was loosing all control of myself.

Her hands massage from my shoulders to my buttocks, then pause and I feel her part my cheeks, I can't help but raise myself off the bed, almost willing her to slip her fingers deeper, past my bottom, feel how full my testicles are, how big my cock is.

Then back up to my shoulders, stretching herself along my back, the sensation overwhelming as I can only guess at which parts of her body are touching mine.

breasts, yes! breasts touching my back! her knee has pushes legs wider, silk of panties rubbing my thigh, her bare belly on my raised buttocks, my hold body is alive with her touches and carresses as I try to feel each touch.

I can feel my cock leaking, against the sheet with each stroke of her hands, then back opening my buttocks even wider, her cool oily fingers probing down, carressing the place between anus and balls,

mother of god help me please, this is so wrong

"Roll over" oh no! I can't not like this

Her lips on my ear, breasts carressing my shoulder "please"

"I..., I, allie I shouldn't, can't, I mean, I,m... and I think you have taken your top, I mean you are bare br..., this is embarrassing, is the towel there?"

She has raised herself up, I can feel her stockinged legs each side of my thighs, there is just enough room for me to swivel around under her.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Yes, Rev. The towel is there... Now roll over for me. Please?"

With a moan that sounded as though he'd been wounded in some way, Reverend Stephens slowly turned over beneath the arch formed by Allie's long legs. His face was a grimace, his eyes squeezed shut as if that would block out the feel of her body against his obvious erection -- if I can't see you, you can't see me. Allie grinned.

Drizzling oil down the middle of his chest, she began to smoothe it into his skin, once again probing with her fingertips and applying pressure with the palms of her hands. She inched her own body slowly upward as she massaged, her puss hovering dangerously close to the priest's cock. "Doesn't that feel good?" she purred.

His lips were moving, but no sound was coming out. She'd have bet a semester's tuition that the bloke was praying. Well, that wasn't all she'd have him doing, Allie thought as she began to lower herself. She hadn't looked down when Rev rolled over, not wanting to miss the look in his eyes when he realized her intention -- as if he didn't already -- and was more than a little surprised by the girth and length of the shaft that nestled stiffly against her slit as she settled and began to rock, only the thin material of her thong separating her cunny from his cock.

He was huge!

Allie wondered how many of the widow ladies and young women he'd boffed over the years. And how many, like her mother, he had left pregnant and alone before being transferred to another parish. Did the Church compensate for his little peccadillos with parishioners? They obviously hadn't known about her mother.

Allie continued to massage his chest, struggling all the while to keep herself on the edge of anger by picturing scenarios in her mind. Sneaky, dirty indiscretions between this "Man of God" and the women he took advantage of.

Gods it felt good!

She wondered if he could feel her wetness, becoming aroused herself had not been part of the plan. Think of what he did to your mother! What he did to you! What he's done to so many others! Although she was reluctant to lose the feel of his cock so close to where she wanted him most, Allie slid down Rev's thighs and drizzled oil just below his navel.

He moaned softly as her hands continued to work their magic on his body. She rubbed and kneaded. Gently. Her fingertips were like silk on his skin. Between his thighs. Behind his balls. Everywhere except where he wanted her hands to be. Everywhere except where she wanted her hands to be.

"Rev," she whispered. "Let me help to ease this for you. It will only be between us. No one will ever know." Not waiting for an answer, she placed her fingers around his thickness and began to stroke, the foreskin moving back to reveal his cock's bulbous purple head as her hand moved sinuously up and down the length of him.

Allie knew if she wasn't careful, he would cum and it would be all over. She didn't want that to happen. She wanted him to cum inside of her. Deep inside. While she told him who she was. Who he was. She wanted to see the look in his eyes as he erupted and went down in a ball of flames all at the same time.

 

[Pip]

Reverend James

It is difficult to turn around and I am hoping she will place the towel over me as I turn onto my back, my bare bottom feels so naked.

Oh my word! as I start to turn I can see everything in the mirror above her long dresser, she is kneeling, strong and upright above me, thighs angled as she leans back slightly. Naked except for stockings and the thin waistband of her panties high on her hips, her breasts bare and firm, pointed cones with hard pink nipples just like, just like Bethany's, slightly smaller maybe I am mesmerised by the sight.
On the dresser I notice several phallus shaped dildo's, standing in a line like ornaments. Everthing bathed in soft light, her skin glowing as I drag my eyes away and continue to turn.

My eyes are closed with embarrasment as I finally lay on my back, I hear a small gasp as she sees my hardness.

"I,m sorry, this is very....." but I am stilled by the warmth of the oil and her hands running over my chest, I can feel myself, my whole self flowing into my loins, into my cock, my balls are on fire.

"Doesn't that feel good?" Soft at first, as if an accident but then firmer more deliberate I can feel the silk of her panties rubbing my cock shaft. It is hard to tell, the feeling is so erotic, but I am sure she is rubbing the lips of her sex against my cock, I can feel warm wetness that is not mine, I am holding my breat as I stfle a groan.

"Oh Be,..Allie you shouldn't, I am so sorry about my..." Then she is lower, her oily hands on my belly, thighs, legs opening of their own volition, I am utterly exposed and naked, my eyes closed tight in denial. Her fingers even invading my secret places below my balls, full heavy balls, cock, cock, touch my cock I am willing her, begging her in my thoughts. My cock suddenly twitches, flicks across my stomach, I can feel precum wetting me, a snail trail across my skin.

"Let me help to ease this for you. It will only be between us. No one will ever know."

"aaagh" extasy, light, melting fire as her hand grips me, holds me straight up and pulls the skin down from my cockhead, the oils and my juice mingling on her fingers as she wanks me slowly, tightly, it takes all my resolve to stop an immediate eruption of cum shooting towards the ceiling.