Pastors' Ladies

She told me what she wanted and twisted my arm to help until I eventually gave in and agreed. The idea of confronting a priest in his own church gave me a bit of a chill, although it did excite me as it was something that was sure to see us discharged if the police became involved. She was quite sure that he wouldn't dare risk having the matter going to court and we could do as she wished to torment him.

As we walked into the church she felt the front of my trousers for a lump to reassure her that I was ready. We'd barely stopped to wait when an older lady emerged from the confessional and Jo urged me forward. At the door I'd crouched to enter in a duck-walk and sit before opening my flies to bare my erect penis. She lifted her skirt and sat in my lap to engulf my cock, then lean forward.

"You know what Father Joe?" she asked. "I'm sitting here committing awful sins with my naughty boyfriend whose not a Catholic either."

He couldn't help himself, having to look to see an open-legged, upskirted Jo with my dick penetrating the cunt which he'd recently desired to try. It made him gasp with what sounded like pain, but held him frozen to the place as she told him what we'd done to the church as she rolled her slim hips to slide my cock in and out for his benefit.

Finally he made a strange strangling, gargling sound and fled raving into the presbytery where, we discovered later, he suffered a total breakdown.

Jo and I finished our nooky before venturing outside the confessional to find a crowd of elderly parishioners looking a bit shocked.

"We saw Father Joe playing with himself inside," Jo said in a breathless whisper.

"With his...?" gasped an old duck as she waved a limp hand.

"Yes," she agreed, "his..."

She imitated the droopy hand and the old dear blushed profusely.

"We're going to get his doctor in," Jo told them confidentially. "It may best for Father if we were to keep this under our hats, save embarrassment for the poor man."

They agreed and he was alone for three days with a huge supply of liquor at his disposal. Apparently he hasn't uttered an intelligible word since he was 'rescued'.

A couple of months later Jo received an overseas posting as a long-term, professional development student to be followed then by a similar period as an instructor at the same military school. She'd be away for about fifteen months, so it had to be goodbye for us, for her sake. I didn't want her to lose that kind of opportunity on my account, particularly when I thought of the situation being reversed, although I felt devastated by a break-up for the first time in my life.

Over the following years I was approached by young officers, mostly women wanting to hear about 'naughty nookies' and whether it was true, many going on to try it themselves after enlisting my help. Most were 'just for fun', but two I remember were definitely revenge jobs against guys who'd clearly been seen to have abused their position in relation to the girl involved.

Then Jo came back into my life.

*

Some years later I received a letter from a sender whose name was not one I immediately recognized, purporting to be from some reverend gentleman out somewhere beyond the Black Stump.

"Dear Sir,

You and I have never met, so far as I can remember, but I do think of you as a great friend. You are, you see, the biological father of our son, a dear and sensitive child who is everything one could hope for in an heir.

While I'd become aware that it was I who was responsible for our childlessness, I couldn't admit it to Heather and was, as you could imagine I'm sure, rather less than impressed when she anounced that she was expecting. I held my tongue, thank goodness, and have only recently heard the circumstances of his conception from my wife, without details of when and where. Your forbearance during the act itself was admirable and I must say that I'd have understood if you'd wanted something more from her, in the physical sense.

My reason for writing is to ask you to consider fathering one more child for us. Heather still thinks of you with some fondness and I would think us twice blessed if we were to have another like our Jack, particularly if it were to be a daughter.

Do please give this request your most earnest consideration and answer us when you've come to a decision, whenever that might be.

May God bless you,

Yours sincerely,

B.Valentine Midgeley."

The idea of siring a child who would be saddled for his/her lifetime with a name like Midgeley and be burdened with religious superstition was too horrendous to contemplate, so I screwed up the letter and tossed it into the waste-paper basket. Besides, Jo and I were to embark upon concurrent, overseas, exchange postings that week and were then discussing our trying for her first pregnancy during the last six months of our sojourn.