Callings

He was an excellent kisser and that kiss is still on the top of my list! He had gotten hard from it and I was feeling quite proud of myself.

After kissing for a minute or so, I let him soap me down with an unscented creamy wash. His hands travelled all over my body. Then he washed my back and ass with the same attention. I was in heaven rubbing on his muscular body. He was soft and not much fat to be seen except for his round Italian butt. I squeezed that ass like it was Charmin's!

He turned me to face him and as he cupped one hand on my right breast, he placed his fingers gently in my nappy dugout and began stroking me slowly. I gasped when he started squeezing my clit. He commented, "Your clit is big, girl! Like a tiny dick! That's very cool. Oh, I should warn you. I start speaking pretty dirty when I'm sexed up."

I couldn't help but laugh in shock at the language that he was using! I had heard him say 'damn' and 'bastard' but not those rough words! I had to act like a grown up and stop giggling.

He shut me up by placing a finger on my clit and stroking it, stoking the fire within me. I had only read about this stuff in my brother's Penthouse Letters, now it was happening to me!

I was getting very wet and started thinking about the orgasm thing. All the women's magazines talked about them but what was it really like? What would it be like for me, anyway? While Francis was feeling up my pussy, I asked him, "I've never had an orgasm before, Frankie. Could you show me how to get one?"

You could imagine the look on his face and in his eyes as he realized he had an orgasm virgin on his hand! He chuckled, "You'll know how it feels by the time we finish. Don't you worry, baby."

He removed his hand from my wet pussy and pulled me close to him. I felt his rock hard, thick, Italian sausage. He looked to be about 7 inches and cut but I didn't really give a damn! It felt so good being in his arms like that. I did want him to start schooling my black ass soon, though!

Francis turned off the shower and wiped us both dry. We ran back to his room and I threw myself on the bed, giggling uncontrollably. He said to me as he crawled up to be on top of me, "I've wanted you for so long, Dawn. We may not have this chance again, so we should really relish this, o.k. Let me eat your pussy now, baby?"

I had it done to me before but something told me this time was going to be very different! I moaned an affirmative and when his tongue touched my pussy hole, I felt a shock go through me and I stiffened. Then I relaxed and focused on his wet black hair with my fingers. He was licking and sucking and poking and nibbling. Then he started tongue fucking me while holding my ass up with his hands!

I was watching the whole thing. I was truly enjoying myself and began to let go. Suddenly, I felt a strong flutter-like feeling and released some fluid. I thought that I was pissing in his mouth, so I pulled away. He pulled me back gently and said that it was o.k. and that was happening because I was enjoying it. Fuck yeah, I was!

"I'll lick it all from you, honey. Don't hold back. Just relax and concentrate on what my mouth and my tongue are making you feel." He said to me. I did feel a bit like I was in sex school, so I'd better be a good student and follow instructions!

I asked in a breathy voice, "Did I have an orgasm?"

"Not yet, girl. Be patient!" He laughed and continued, "It looks like you're a squirter. Mmmmm...that's so hot, baby! When you play with yourself, it must be really sticky and fun, huh? It also makes me and most men, very excited. It also means that when you cum, I can tell. You're very lucky. There are women who would pay to be able to squirt like you do."

His words relaxed me completely and I surrendered to him. I started bucking my hips and he got his face all in my crotch, squeezing and trapping his head in there. I started squirting again and then he began licking my ass! That was interesting. I had always considered the ass off limits but, I was with a learned man.

Then he put a thumb in my ass while he tongue fucked my pussy. I felt like I was going to explode with pleasure. Which is what I did!

The first orgasm of my life was shooting out of me onto this beautiful man's soft tongue! I realized that I was lifting myself off the bed high but his mouth never left my pussy, neither did his finger leave my ass hole.

The pulsing and panting slowly died away and Francis crawled up to kiss me. His mouth had my juices on it and in it. I tasted like...nothing much. It was the shower we figured, but it still had a tiny bit of 'me' smell to it. I found that I enjoyed kissing right after being eaten out.

As he lay over me kissing me, I could feel his cock stirring on my inner thigh. This kissing and rubbing and holding was making me ready again but I wanted to suck his dick...badly. I had never done it before but for Francis, I would at least try.

As if he read my mind Francis asked, "I really want to fuck your tits. Have you ever had that done? Is it alright, with you?"

I told him that it was fine and he continued, "There's a way that I like to do this. Stay on your back and I'll straddle your chest. Then I'll fuck your titties and you suck on my head when I reach your mouth. You understand?"

I told him that I did and he placed a pillow under my head. Then he straddled over my chest but stopped to tell me, "I haven't been with a woman for nearly five years. This might not last too long. That's alright because it means that I can be inside of you longer." With that he started feverishly smacking my breasts with his cock and I jerked him with my hand. It looked like it was swelling- all purple, pink and veiny. I loved the way it looked.

When he was as hard as he wanted to be, he told me to hold my breasts together and he rammed his dick into the canal that it made for him. My tits were all sweaty, so he had a slick time at it. He was holding on to the wall in front of him (Thank goodness he took down that crucifix!) and was panting and groaning as he fucked my brown, d-cup titties.

This was a entire different side of him that I knew no one in this town knew about. I knew that his rhythm with my breasts was similar to the way it would be with him in me. He was watching how his thick dick was sliding up and down between my heavy breasts and how my soft, full, hungry lips suckled his head. He really did taste very nice to me. This whole erotic scene was just too hot! I suddenly wished that I was watching it! (Foreshadowing to my love affair with porn and ceiling mirrors.)

Francis was right, it didn't last very long. After three minutes of him stroking my chest with his cock, he sped up a little and came on my lips. It dripped onto my chin and down to my neck. He smiled and touched my face as he knelt over me. He said to me, "That was so hot, Dawn! I think I saw stars! Let me help you."

He cleaned up my face with a tissue and asked me how it was for me. I told him that of course I had never done that before and that I will try to remember it for the future. It had gotten me wet and my pussy was alive and kicking again.

He put me on my belly and massaged me. I could feel his dick bopping up and down waiting for an opportunity to get really hard again. I flipped over, sat up and started stroking his cock. He watched my hands and then looked up at me and seemed to be searching my eyes.

"Ahhhhh...," He said as I stroked him with both hands, "I think that it's time for me to be inside of you. You don't know how much I want to be make love to you, baby. Let me put my cock in your pussy, baby."

I laid in the middle of the bed and lay on top of the towels that he had laid there for us. I was aching to have him inside of me. He stopped.

Francis said, "I don't have any condoms! I always use condoms. Never thought I'd need them again, ya know."

"I've used condoms each of my 7 times, Francis. Don't worry." I responded truthfully, "Ms. Evelyn (my stepmother) put me on The Pill 8 months ago, too. Don't tell my daddy, o.k.?" I pleaded.

He smiled, kissed my face and laid me on my stomach and started grinding onto my ass. He grabbed one tit with one hand and played with my pussy with the other. I was begging him to fuck me while we were on our sides. I actually said the 'F' word during sex!

That must have gotten him off, because he started licking my ears and said, "You want me to fuck you, honey? Huh? Naw! I said that I was going to make love to you. Remember?"

Then he became very Italian! He let me go and let me lay there and stroked my face. He seemed to be soaking in every feature on me that he had in his view. Then he started whispering to himself in quick Italian. I didn't understand anything until he got to this part, "La Mia ragazza dolce! You are so beautiful to me."

That did it! I wrestled with him to get inside of me. After a while, he pinned me down and started sucking my breasts. He was tormenting me! I opened my legs wide for him. "Take me!" I was hissing, "Just take me!"

He stopped sucking and grabbed his hard cock and ran his head all over my pussy. Then he put his head in the entrance. I was too tight. He guided it in slowly and I was feeling him stretch me. I was wet enough, and it finally got halfway in. He started to get in more as I opened my legs wider for him.

I felt very filled but it didn't hurt me. He started moving up and down watching his cock go in and out of me. I watched his face because he would look up from the show to see how I was doing. I couldn't believe the feelings I was having!

Then he started thrusting slowly in and out of me. I held him in my arms as he humped me, running my hands down his back and pushing his ass closer so he could be inside of me more. He said, "Oh, God...being inside of you, dawn...Oh God you feel so good...I love being inside of your pussy, baby...You feel so good... Oh...!"

I loved that he was being verbal and it was really bringing up my passion. I had read erotica where people talked to each other and asked sexy questions or made sexy announcements but I was afraid to. I wanted to at least try with him. He wouldn't care if I sounded dumb.

I said, "You like the way my pussy feels, Frankie? Huh? You like being inside of my pussy? I like the way your cock feels inside of me, baby. It feels so damn good...it really does!"

He loved it and actually answered by growling, "Yeah..."! He sucked on my shoulder and started fucking me harder. I met his thrusts with my own and it was like we were doing a rough, love dance. My sweet, hot Francis!

Then, he sat us up, and made me straddle his cock. Since we were close in height, I was nearly face to face with him. This really got me going and I rode him the best I could. My movements were by instinct with him. This guy was absolutely my 'sexual soul mate'!

He was watching everything that was going on between our legs. It was intense for him, I could tell. We sucked on each other's shoulders and kissed deeply. As he said the following, each word was pronounced with a distinct and rough thrust into my stuffed and pulsing cunt, "You-feel-so-fuckin'-good-girl! Ooh-fuck-me, Dawn!"

I was obedient and rode him a little harder! I was squirting again and knew that I was going to cum a second time. I rode him slow and deep with all of his cock in my pussy. I had both arms around his neck and looked deep into his eyes and started sucking on his index finger. That made him pump me faster underneath.

We listened to the slopping sounds that were happening between our legs. We heard my sweaty ass slapping against his juice-soaked thighs. It was beautiful! I started nibbling his lips and pulling them. I was ready to cum!

I bucked and ground my pussy all over his cock so I could cum in his lap. He started kissing my neck and when I leaned back, he started sucking my tits. I lost it! I came so hard that I felt like I was a fountain! It felt sooooo good!

I made a mess on his towels but that's what they were there for. He laid me on my back and immediately started eating my ass again! He was humming this time and said to me, "I love eating your black ass, girl!"

When he was done, I was sopping wet and he was hard again, he lifted his face from between my ass cheeks. Then he spread my pussy lips with two fingers and entered me with a soft thrust. I was very happy to welcome him back inside.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and was wide open for him. He was pinning me down with entwined arms. I loved the feeling that I was being restricted with my movement, yet lovingly enveloped at the same time.

I felt like a primal sex being. I was being taken! As he pumped and penetrated me, he licked and sucked on my face and neck. Nothing was on my mind except for his body fucking mine.

I whispered to him, "Cum in me! I want you to come in me, baby! Oh,God...please...yeah...oh...I...Uhgh...yeah...fuck me...Oh!!!" I began cumming again, my juices rising to soak our bellies! Francis followed immediately.

"I'm gonna cum in you, baby! UNGH! Oh God! Take it all, baby! You like that, shit? Yeah? Yeah? Aw, fuck! You're so fucking hot...so fucking hot...AHHHH...,Ahhhhh, ahhhhhhh...oh...fuck...TAKE IT!" He said into my ear as he pumped me roughly and shot his seed deep inside of my waiting pussy.

I felt the warmth of his cum coating the walls of my vagina. We were cumming together and I remember wanting to eat his face during that exact moment. He held me down and sucked on my tongue as we let the fire go through us and our fluids intermingled inside of my sopping and tired cunt.

We lay like that until we stopped shaking and our breathing regulated. He pulled out of me and we watched his jism flow outside of me, he came so much! Then he rubbed his cum all over my pussy and very gently stroked my worn-out slit, as we kissed with loud smacks and licks.

He looked at the clock and told me that it was 4 o'clock. We got up, cleaned, checked for sex smells and soaked the towels in the tub so the cleaning lady would not get suspicious come Monday morning. By the time it was 5 o'clock, everything was finished. Then he put the crucifix back on the wall over his bed.

We showered quickly and I helped him dress. It was odd watching him put on his black shirt and slacks. He was the priesthood candidate again and I felt a bit removed from him suddenly.

He took me in his arms, sensing my neglect, and held me for a long time. We both cried because we were extremely happy and extremely sad simultaneously. It was like making love just made the pain worse but easier to deal with.

He pulled back and looked at me with those big, twilight blue eyes. He said, "Hey! Let's stop this crying stuff. I have until June before I go. We still have some real time to spend with each other."

"Can we still make love?" I asked stroking his handsome, young face.

He thought for a while as we searched each other's eyes. He responded, "If ever you feel the need for me to be with you, then let me know. If I am available, then we can meet somewhere. I don't want to do this in the rectory again. Besides, honey, I love you more than you may know. Even after I'm ordained I will still love you."

I took a chance, "I love you, Francis, very much! Your so beautiful! So...Umm...Does that mean that I can come to you while you're a priest?"

He responded with a really big grin, "You would love that wouldn't you! My Dawn, go out and enjoy your life! I'll go out and be the priest. If you feel the same about me in ten years, then check up on me... See what's up with me."

He gave me a soft kiss and let me out the front door and I walked down the block. No one was around when I came in, so we felt that I didn't have to hide. I went home and thought of him the entire night.

My father kept wanting to know where I was and my stepmother told him to not bother me. She came to me later in the evening to ask me if it was a white boy that I was with. I retorted, "Ms. Evelyn, he's not just any white boy. He's fine and pure Italian!" We giggled like two southern belles.

We got together five more times in those months before his ordination at a small French Quarter inn. He taught me how to suck cock and had me get to know my body better. It would only be for no more than 3 hours at a time but I would have the room all day and night for myself afterwards. I would just think, read porn and masturbate during those alone times.

I went to his ordination. To watch him lay there face down on the ground and give his life to God made me very proud of him and I was in awe. He wasn't weak for some young, black pussy like some other men would've been. He had resolve! He was dedicated to his calling. He was so happy and I felt only joy for him.

I went to congratulate him at the reception that the archdiocese gave for the ordination. He was smashing in his new white collar and his priestly glow. He had written me a long letter and told me not to open it until the day he was to go back to Boston (to his new parish).

I was holding back the tears very well until we found a quiet corner to have a tiny private chat. I told him how proud I was of him and how I admired him even more now. I had to let go of the tears and he held me. People saw and heard and just chuckled at the tender situation they were witnessing.

When I looked up and saw those people going 'Awww... how sweet', it just made me cry harder. Then he rubbed my back to sooth me. Only we knew why this goodbye was actually bittersweet. I looked up to see his mother staring at me severely. I wouldn't want to be her daughter-in-law anyway!

The day he had to go was two weeks after his ordination. He called me to say a final goodbye. I told him that I had kept my promise and had not read his letter yet. He instructed me to do so after he got off the phone just so he could take the knowledge of me reading it with him on the jet.

I picked up the letter that was under my pillow. It was my first summer as an adult but I just felt like a sad, lonely child. Then I opened it and my heart leaped at what I saw. In a separate, smaller envelope there were a few wallet-sized photos of him with parish members, kids in the CYO at various church events. There was also one with just me and him before we became intimate and one after. So innocent we looked together in both.

I put them back in and unfolded the pages of the letter. This is how it began:

"My darling Dawn,

You must know that I am writing this letter to you as a man, not a priest. I know that you will keep this letter private. I trust you. Also, enclosed is my new address, so please write me if you ever feel the need.

The times that we were together, making love and exploring each other's minds, bodies and hearts were the best times of my life. Believe that, my Dawn. I gave you a part of me that no woman ever 'got' but you didn't just get it- you understood it, you knew it.

It's the duality of the spiritual and the sensual. You have it, too. It's alluring and very appropriate. Don't let anyone tell you that you can't be both a spiritual person and a passionate, sexual one. They are wrong and probably way too uptight.

You also know that you don't need sex from someone else to give you sexual pleasure. Remember what I taught you in our hotel room about 'self-love'? Don't EVER give it up. I won't...and I will think of you each and every time I choose to 'love myself'.

If I had not accepted my calling, I would hope for you to be my fiance´ by the end of the summer. You at NYU and me at Juilliard. I would be marrying you after you finished. The stunning, strong black actress and her Italian, opera-singing husband. That's what I thought about until the day of my ordination, Dawn. You and me- together. I would raise a family with you and watch you nurture my children, my family. You are a queen to me.