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Oh Father, I confess my sins before You today because Your word says that You are faithful and just to forgive me of my sins and to cleanse me from all unrighteousness. I know that I have let You down by giving in to the desires of my flesh and by living outside of Your will for me, but I come to You knowing that You can forgive me and cleanse me from all of my wrongs, Amen.

1 John 1:9

“Agnus dei, qui tolis peccata mundi.”

Father Reilly sighed, slumping back in his chair. This obsession he had with a certain member of his congregation was really getting out of hand, when the mere thought of her could get blood rushing to his manhood. For too long, he’d been tortured by this long-repressed sexual desire conflicting with his devout faith.

He parted his cassock, unbuttoned his trousers and released his erect cock. Slowly stroking it, wondering how to relieve his frustration.

He must be patient. She would be his.

The priest groaned as he stroked his rock hard prick, slick with pre-cum, and thought of Bronagh some more.

A knock on the door of his living quarters snapped him out of his fantasies. His eyes blinked open and he hurriedly attempted to adjust his clothing…

Bronagh took a deep breath at what she was about to do. Unloved and unwanted for most of her life, she’d fallen for an unobtainable man, and under great fear of damning her soul further, was about to act upon her feelings.

“Come in,” he said, his normally deep and fluid voice a little shakier than normal.

Bronagh swallowed and entered, brushing a strand of long red hair from her face.

“Well, well, my child. And what may I ask is the reason for such a delightful intrusion?” Antalya Escort Father Reilly asked, his voice back to its familiar smoothness. “I take it you’ve had time to read that passage from Revelation that I recommended?”

Bronagh’s heart was pounding as she surveyed the priest, his long bony fingers pressed together as though in prayer. She was twenty and he, at a guess was at least fifty.

“Father.” She said. “Let’s be honest with each other.”

His eyes glowed brighter. “Bronagh, what exactly are you trying to say?”

She walked over to the table and leaned across it. “I want you.”

“Ahh,” he replied, taking great care to remain calm. “I’ve been waiting to hear you utter those words for such a long time. I knew the wait would be worth it. You won’t regret it.” He grinned lecherously at her. “Have you nothing more to say?”

Bronagh slid her arms round the priest’s shoulders. “What more is there to say?” She whispered back and kissed him hard on his lips. At that point, all thought of God vanished from his mind as his long wished for dream became reality.

He gave into Bronagh’s kiss at once, parting her lips and sliding his tongue into her mouth and seeking out her own. She gasped. She should’ve been more repulsed than this, but felt her body start to tingle with sexual excitement. Already, the very presence of the priest had made her quite wet. This much older man, a man of the all-powerful church, was igniting a fire inside her.

“You are mine,” Father Reilly murmured. ” In saecula saeculorum.”

He drew a dagger and sliced her white peasant top, exposing her breasts.

Father Reilly lowered his head and sucked on her right nipple. Antalya Escort Bayan Switching to her other breast, he tore more of her apparel, eager hands groping under her skirt and underwear until he found her tantalisingly warm wetness. Bronagh gave a yell as she felt him pressing her clit and squeezing her labia with his long fingers.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed.

“You respond so well…already sinfully drenched,” Father Reilly gave his familiar sardonic chuckle. He made use of the dagger again, reducing what remained of her clothing to ribbons.

“Now, that’s better isn’t it?” He smiled, peeling off each strip like a banana skin, until the woman was completely naked. Such flawless pale skin.

The priest ran a finger ever so gently from her throat down to her crotch. Bronagh shuddered in ecstasy. He kissed her neck, massaging her narrow shoulders. “Pray with me.”

“Dear Father, thank You for all You have done to me and always shower me with Your Graces and Providence in my day-to-day life. I pray all these through Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour. Amen.”

Bronagh felt a finger being traced down her spine, holding her breath she was scared to move for a moment. Then she felt a brush of his hand on her arse. Father Reilly bumped against her, his hardness against her buttocks running his fingers between the cheeks until he found her pussy, sliding in one finger, then two.

She let out a shuddering sigh, leant back against him and spread her legs.

He cast off his cassock and trousers, took the woman’s hand and pressed it to his crotch. Dear God, his arousal was greater than she expected; she removed his underpants to free it. Feeling his Escort Antalya soft flesh, feeling its heat.

Father Reilly let out a moan. The fire within…he was afraid he’d spend at once, but managed to hold on. Bronagh rubbed the head of his veiny cock, feeling the precious drops of pre-cum. He rumbled a groan and pulled her towards him and turned.

It’s not my fault…I’m not to blame. Man is weak to sins of the flesh…

He sat down on the chair. “Come…” he beckoned, his normally pale cheeks flushed.

Bronagh spread her legs and straddled his hips. Her pussy only inches away from his hard, throbbing cock. Then slowly he guided her downward. The head of his cock pulsing against her flesh. She could feel its girth in the head alone. Gently inch, by inch, she took him into her.

“Hoc est corpus meum.”

Grasping her hips, Father Reilly pulled her down, impaling her on his shaft, taking her breath away. They sat joined together, flesh against flesh. Cupping her breast, he pulled it towards his face. Lightly running his tongue across the nipple, making it harden further. Bronagh arched her back.

His hand ran between their bodies and found her clit, pressing on it, sending chills shooting through her. He grabbed her hips, pushing himself deeper into her inner sanctum…

“Ave Maria, gratia plena!”

She felt his body tense and one last deep thrust pushed him over the edge. Burying his face in her breasts he groaned aloud, letting her pussy milk every ounce of cum out of his throbbing cock.

It all slowed, coming to rest on the base of his cock, Bronagh could feel his seed trickling out of her.

When they’d both calmed, she dared to speak. “What…will happen now?”

For a long while, he said nothing, just held her close, burying his face in her hair, inhaling the scent, just as he had done that time in the confessional, and found it so sinfully arousing.

“I expect we shall both burn in Hell,” he replied.

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