The man moved much closer as he spoke.
“My child, there are many things about the body that we fail to understand,” he said gravely. “There are many things about the body that we fail to understand and against which we must attempt to fight at all times.”
“But, reverend, sir…”
“I am telling you what is good for you.”
“I know, sire.”
“So?”
“But, sire, I know not how to fight such things, you see. Won't you please be kind and show me some way?” Her eyes devoured his meat which dangled down with a faint promise that new life was stirring there. “If such a good man as you were to put his big thing into my little slit, would it not put some goodness into me and help me forget the terrible evil desires that I feel in the heat of my little twat?”
“Well, my child…” he muttered, pausing.
“Please sire?”
“Now… I think that you may well be right.”
“You do, sire?” she said hopefully.
“Yes, I do. But we must think of what others would say if they heard of it.”
“But how will they hear of it?”
“We must take care. It could be that they would not understand why I did such a thing for you.”
“But you would do such a thing for me to give me understanding.”
“Yes. I know that. You know that. But will they know that? Perhaps they would even think it an evil thing.”
“But, sire, surely we would know it was a right thing and I would speak of it to no other person.”
“I see…”
“I will never say a word.”
“That is good.”
“Sire, oh sire, please do this for me to take away the evil that I feel.”
And, as she begged, her hand clutched at the toughening meat and felt it rise strong and stiff again.
It would be just a matter of time, Faith knew, before he would be pushing the fullness of his cock into her aching little cunt and driving her wild with arousal as he screwed at her.
“Do you promise me that you would mention it to no person if I did you this great favor which you seek?” he asked in such a solemn tone that she felt a great urge to laugh right into his face.
“Oh, yes, reverend, I promise.”
“Good. You like to play with my cock, don't you?”
“Yes, I do. It is all so new to me.”
“I understand.”
“I'm so grateful that you do, sire.”
“Reverend, it would be so great a favor to me and it would help me to live a better life, I am sure. I know other people would not understand. Take me to the couch and show me what I must do to take this great, hard meat into my little cunny. Please do, sire. I know that it will fill me with the greatness of goodness.”
The man of the cloth was lowering his own cloth as he walked with her to the couch. Pretending ignorance of the methods involved, she stood with one finger probing deeply into her cranny as she waited for him to tell her what she should do.
While he was bending to examine her steaming quim for his greater edification, Faith looked out over his back to catch the attention of the two she knew to be watching her in her daring act.
With a bold wink, she reached behind him and drew the cheeks of his arse apart to play between them with a long, probing finger.
“What is this called that you will do with me, strong sir?” she asked in a quavering voice. “Is it truly called a fuck?”
“Yes, my child, it is. Let me hear you say the crude word again. I must watch your lips form the word so that if there is sin involved, I can see it and help you in the fight to overcome sin.”
“Fuck,” she said slowly with her lips moving fully to pronounce the word. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… with your stiff cock in my horny little cunt.”
“No, my child,” he panted as he grasped the shaft and brought it between her thighs, “there is no sin in the way you say the word. I find in your lovely voice, only words of innocence and a sweet seeking after knowledge of life and all it means to a girl who approaches womanhood with the trembling nervousness of curiosity. Open your legs wide now, my child, and I shall fill your eager womanly body with the magic staff of life.”
“Oh, reverend sir,” she gasped, her mouth slack with passion, I can see that you are so strong and good.”
Faith stopped talking then because she felt the big cock driving hard into her tight, hot slit. She felt it filling her steaming void and knew she was right when she told him it was strong and good.
It was all of that and he drove it into her with the force of a sailor who had waited months for the feel of a cunt at the end of his mast.
He was so completely wrapped up in his screw that he wouldn't have heard her if she had talked, so she didn't. Instead, she entwined her legs and arms around him and raised her arse so as to shove her aching quim right into the path of his rammer to ensure that she would catch all the force of his drive.
Faith came with a long drawn cry of passion which stimulated the man to ram her with even greater vigor. At last, when she felt that her twat was going to break out into flames of rawness, she felt him tensing to shoot his cargo into her hold. Her legs and arms wrapped even more tightly around him and she drained his whacker of all it had to offer.
As if he did suddenly realize the terrible thing that he had done to the seemingly innocent girl, the man rolled off her quickly and raised his clothes. His face was covered with a hot blush.
“Oh, dear me…” he muttered to himself in his moment of stress.
“What is it, sire?”
“Oh, nothing, nothing my pet,” he stammered. He was stricken with the pangs of conscience.
Faith knew what was troubling him. She delighted in the way in which he fumbled with his clothes. His hands were trembling. His face was flushed.
Faith waited until he had reached the door and his hand reached for the latch before she spoke. When she did, her voice rang out loudly through the room, the silent room.
“Thank you, sire, for a most magnificent fuck.”
“What?” he said, his ears burning from the sting of her words. Her voice sounded so mature, so bawdy.
“I said, sire, thank you for a most magnificent fuck. I enjoyed it very much.”
“But, my child…”
“My child, your big cock!” she exclaimed, enjoying his confusion.
“I don't fully comprehend…”
“You comprehended my juicy twat with your big cock, though, didn't you!”
“What ever are you saying, my child,” he said, his voice filled with horror as he tried to understand what she was telling him.
“Surely you understand my words, sire. Vicar, I'm telling you that your saintly tallywhacker has done wonders for my greedy cunt!”
“My child!” he said, shocked.
“A child am I! You fucked me good. By the bouncing of your balls, I can't say when I've enjoyed a screwing as much as the one I've just had with you.”
“You've… done it before…?”
“You should leave off the stupid sermons in your deadly dull church and treat the women of your charge to frequent applications of your manly cock.”
“I swear, sire, even if they never get to heaven after they die, they'll sure as hell think they're in heaven while you're pumping that big, firm meat into their twats.”
“I can't believe my ears,” he sputtered.
“You believed your meaty cock when I sucked it, didn't you?” Faith laughed, enjoying the way in which she was scandalizing him.
“You're so young and yet…” his voice trailed off.
“And you believed your meaty cock when it spurted cream in my cunny, didn't you?” she said, pressing after him.
“Oh, such foul words,” he said, his face pious and blanching with horror.
“And was what you did to me so pure, sire? You played out your little game with me, pretending it was jolly all right.”
“How dare you criticize me!”
“You dared let me suck your cock. And you dared fuck me in my hot cunny with your big prick. Oh, sire, you are too funny for words.”
“My dear girl, you simply must not carry on in this manner,” he said, confusion twisting his face.
“In what manner pray should I carry on, vicar? You had a good blow-job and a merry fuck with me. I enjoyed it. Did you?” she teased.