A Catholic Fantasy: Part II

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"F-Father?"
"I can help you. Give me your hand."
My hand trembling, I let him help me to my feet and guide me away from the booth. He glanced around as we walked, and I just knew he was blushing. How did he think I felt, with my wetness building, slicking my thighs. Why did I think today was a good day to not wear anything under my robes?
He lead me to the backroom where they kept the ceremonial wine. With a final glance, he closed the door. No words were exchanged when he pulled me to him, pressing his lips firmly against mine. I moaned, my lips parting, letting his tongue in, rubbing against my own. He reached his hands down and fumbled with my robes, lifting them up over my knees, over my thighs. He seemed slightly surprised to find I was going commando, and even more surprised to find just how wet and hard I was. His fingers hesitated for a moment, and he even broke the kiss. He seemed to be fighting against his own morals, his promises to the Church, but I could feel his divine rod pressing against my leg, and it was hard as the stones the church was built with.
"Lord, bless us."
He kissed me again, more firmly than before, more commanding, forcing my lips open so his tongue and mine would rub together. His fingers slid between my legs, using my wetness as a guide, brushing against my dicklett in search of my soft, hot hole. I moaned into the kiss as his fingers slipped into my tight cunt. He shuddered and I felt his cock twitch against me. I had no idea if he had ever done this before or not, though he seemed to know what he was doing. He was taking charge, showing me exactly what he wanted to do, what he wanted from me. It was exhilarating.
My head was swimming as everything rushed to my dicklett. It was so hard and sensitive that every movement, every accidental caress from his working fingers sent chills rocking through my body. I let out a loud moan as I suddenly came, breaking the kiss, gripping onto his arms tightly. Hie free hand came up and clamped over my mouth, and though he kept working his fingers inside me, it was slower. He kept his hand in place until my orgasm passed, and then stopped what he was doing. He was listening, I could tell. I just stood there, legs trembling, sweating, struggling to catch my breath.
"You need to be quiet."
I simply nodded, unable to get any words out.
"On your knees."
I obeyed.

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