The Priest with Strange Sins Ch. 05

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS



Charlie Smith was surprised to see Joanne Nelson sitting in his vicarage parlor with her daughter. Joanne was one of his parishioners, and a dead ringer for Donna Reed fifty years ago. Same honey blonde hair, hazel eyes, and full strawberry lips.

Joanne was crying as Father Smith walked up and sat beside her. "I'm sorry," she said. "I can't stop crying."

"Want to come in my office? Kelly? Do you want to wait or come back for your mom?" Smith asked.

"Want me to wait, Ma?" Kelly asked.

"I'll call you," Joanne replied.

The daughter, Kelly, was a student at Bay City College so Smith dismissed her with a hug, assuring her that he'd take care of mom, and make sure mom got home. Plus the daughter didn't need to know the details of mom's distress, until mom wanted to talk about it.

Joanne went with Father Smith to his office and closed the door. She sat on the sofa, he sat beside her and handed her a box of tissue. She dabbed at the tears and mascara running down her cheeks.

"So what's up?" He asked, and she let fall a fresh flood of tears.

A few moments later she mumbled, "George left me for another woman."

Smith was surprised since Joanne was an attractive woman, intelligent, a professional with a good income, and an excellent mother. George didn't talk about their intimacies but Smith heard gossip and rumors, especially when the kids were away from home. Joanne and George came up a lot during marriage counseling sessions. Both were attractive and in good shape.

Joanne was 40 with wavy, shoulder length hair, five-six, 140 pounds, pear shape. Smith imagined she looked good in a bikini. George was Nordic and muscular, tall and endowed.

After the tears stopped, and she blew her nose, Joanne continued her story.

"He threatened to leave me many times unless I agreed to swing. So I did it. This is embarrassing! Every weekend we went someplace different, with different people, or people came to our house; then last night, after we came back from Miami, he says, 'I met someone and want a divorce'; I fell apart. I was in shock. The woman was one of the people we played with."

"Where is George now?" Smith asked.

"With her, that's where he said he was going," she replied.

"What's your plan?" Smith asked.

"I don't want to be alone in the house," she said. "I'm too upset, and afraid I might hurt myself."

"So you plan to stay with Kelly?" He asked.

"God no! She's upset enough without hearing all the details, and knowing what a whore I've been, trying to hold on to her father," she said. "I don't want her to ever know what went on."


"What do you want me to do?" He asked.


"Comfort me, and don't rush me out the door; I just don't want to be alone right now," she said.

"I have some work I need to do but you're welcome to rest on my sofa, and nap if you want," he said.

"I'll do that, if it's really OK," she said. Smith patted her thigh, squeezed her knee, and put his arm behind her for a hug. He expected her to jump or flinch. She didn't.


Joanne cuddled up on his sofa. He sat at his desk and assessed his mail until she spoke. "Do you have a robe I can borrow? I simply can't sleep in clothes. And would you be a sweetheart and make me a drink?" She asked.

"Of course," he said, as she went to his bedroom to remove her clothes and put on the robe.

A few minutes later she returned in the robe, Smith handed her a high-ball, "It'll help me sleep," she said, and sat beside him while she sipped the drink. Outside it thundered, but not close-by, and rain fell.

Joanne didn't say much, and remained in Smith's office, drinking and watching him work. When he heard the ice cubes rattle in her glass he got up and made her another drink. Then, glass in hand, she got up, and closed his office door and closed the blinds. "It's too light to sleep," she remarked.

Smith returned to his work. Joanne curled up on the sofa and put a throw pillow beneath her head. "I love listening to the rain," she said. "Would you like to hear what he made me do?"

"What?" Smith asked.

"It was awful and disgusting. This last year isn't something I can talk to anyone about, because it's so depraved and nasty. I've been so naïve," she said. "He's always been a little strange when it comes to sex, but I never said anything to anybody, because I was embarrassed, gullible, loyal, and I don't kiss and tell," she said. "I'm probably boring you."

"Not at all, " he said.

"I hope I can trust you, because if it gets out, I'm ruined; do you understand?" She asked. Smith had a good view of her cleavage when she sat up to talk and exposed more of her body as she leaned forward with her elbows resting on her thighs. She took a long sip of her drink, and pulled her knees closer to her body. "I drink too much, anymore. It helps me do what him and his friends want," she rubbed her neck and shoulders. " I'm so tense, would you mind massaging my neck and shoulders?"

"Not at all,"Smith said and moved to the sofa. Joanne lifted her hair above her neck and turned her body so he could massage her easily.

"That feels good," she whispered, and took another sip of her drink. "It seems so hot! She pulled the robe off her shoulders.
Under it she wore a bra with bikini panties.

"That's much better," she whispered. "Normally I don't wear anything."

"I believe you," he said.

"I can trust you, can't I?" She asked.

"Of course," he said.

"I mean, later, if George comes home; you won't betray me will you?" She asked.

"Not at all," he replied.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" She asked.

"Yes, very," he said.

"Thank you, I knew you did," she said. "I can tell when someone wants me. I noticed how you look at me. Can I ask you something personal?"

"Of course," he said.

"Would you make love to me if I was single?" She asked.

"Huh," he said.

"I think you would; I think you want to," she turned her head to look in his eyes. "I wouldn't tell if you did. As long as you kept our secret. Is it okay if I take the robe off? " She didn't wait for a response, but untied the belt, pulled the robe off her arms, and displayed her charms like a model. "What do you think?"

"Pink is my favorite color," Smith said.


"Silly! Did you bring any protection? Doesn't matter, if anything happens I'll deal with it later." She stood up, "I think I'm a little drunk. C'mon." She grabbed Smith's hand and led him to the bedroom.

In the bedroom she switched ON a lamp, pulled back the spread and sheet, and sat on the edge of the mattress. "Wanna undress me the rest of the way?" She lifted her leg for Smith to pull off the thigh high, offered him the other leg, then stood so he could pull her bikini off. She unclipped her bra and let him pull it off her arms. "Your turn!" She said.

When Smith was undressed, and in the bed beside her, she switched OFF the light and spooned against him. "I love the sound of the rain," she whispered.

Smith put his arm around her to feel her abdomen, and kissed the top of her head. She pushed closer, to press her bottom close to his body. Then turned her head to kiss. Her mouth was warm, and her hand was warm when she wrapped her fingers around his cock and aroused him to hardness. "I want you," she said. "George and those people made me a whore, and I want to be your whore, and make you vile and corrupt like me."

Then she lay on her stomach, opened her legs, and raised her bottom for him. "Show time!" She giggled.

"Top or bottom?" He asked.

"Surprise me, I love both," she said, and guided him in with her fingers, sighing when his cockhead slipped through her lips. She was loose and wet, but quiet, then moaned, and trembled a little when he pumped his load inside her twenty minutes after they started.

Then they fell asleep and slept for a while until he awoke with her sucking and licking the head of his cock.

She wiped her face with her hand, laughed, and straddled him, as she swallowed his cock with her wet pussy, humping him furiously until she shuddered and moaned softly again. "I feel much better now," she kissed him. "Can I confess something to you?"

"Sure," Smith said.

"They made me get an abortion, they insisted I do it bareback, let me get pregnant and okay with the idea, then made me do it," she whispered. "If you knock me up, can I keep it? I won't ever tell! Not if you don't."

Later, "I need to shower. Go back to sleep, sweetheart," she kissed him. The sound of her in the shower put him to sleep.

Smith slept until he heard the bedroom door open and click shut. Joanne was gone. But she left a note behind. "DEAREST, I KNOW SOMEPLACE WE CAN GO NEXT TIME. YOUR J."



Leroy drove Janis and Harriet to THE BLACK MARKET Club; Janis dressed in denim boy shorts, a strapless terry cloth elastic bra, and a large floppy hat she bought at a thrift shop. Her hooker heels actually looked comfortable and sane. Harriet wore a long, man's shirt that concealed her new tats but not her ass and the fluorescent orange bikini panties, her shoes were prison slippers from Wally World.

No one talked much, and Leroy passed around a joint.

In the club the girls strolled to the bar and roosted on stools, sipping drinks, and making small-talk with the topless black barista, wearing a thong behind the bar. Harriet looked around and spotted Father Smith sitting alone at a booth. "Make me a high-ball," Harriet ordered. When the barista put it on the bar Harriet took it over to Smith and sat with him. Under the table he passed her a medicine bottle she stuck in her bag. And after they finished their drinks Smith paid for the room, and he and Harriet left the bar.

In the room Harriet lit up her pipe and Smith passed out on the bed as he undressed. Soon someone knocked on the door and Harriet let them in, it was a team of black men. "Remember! You said you won't hurt him," she said.

One of the men pulled a roll of cash from his pocket, pealed off several fifties, and handed them to Harriet. "You wanna stick around and watch the fun?" The man said as he unfastened his belt and pants, and pulled his zipper down. One of the other men tugged Smith's boxers off his ass and down his legs.

Harriet parked her ass in a chair, took a hit from her pipe, grinned, and said, "Sure," her eyes were already glazed and her eyelids drooped.

When the men were done with Smith, they dressed, and carried him outside to a van, where they tossed him inside, and left to drive Smith into town to the cathedral. At the cathedral they lifted him out of the van, carried him over to the fountain, tossed him into water, and left.

Joanne Nelson went shopping after she left Smith at the vicarage. She wanted some sexy items to sleep in and wear, she wanted to re-stock her bar, and she was ravenous after all the crying and sex. At the lingerie shop she ran into a young woman she knew, a friend of Kelly's, and invited her to share dinner and a bottle "someplace quiet, maybe at the pier?" To catch up on things.

At dinner they shared a booth and sat beside each other. After two cocktails their hands found each other's knees and more. Later Joanne stopped at a liquor store for a pint of Rock & Rye to take out.

Joanne and Alyssa went to the cemetery across the street from the Cathedral, strolled the paths through the hedges and plots, and found a quiet, secluded place, hard to see or find. Joanne spread her blanket atop a marble slab and uncapped the pint of Rock & Rye to gently pry the young woman's legs open. It didn't take much. Joanne knew it wouldn't, and had spied on Alyssa and Kelly, alone by the pool, late at night in the moonlight. Hidden in the dark they couldn't see Joanne.

Joanne took a stiff snort from the bottle and handed the bottle to Alyssa. Pussy was an acquired taste for Joanne though she was more natural born than many. After a few swigs, Alyssa, had her tongue in Joanne, and probing and licking and teasing Joanne to a lusty arousal. Joanne wanted some of Alyssa, and writhed and moaned together on the blanket beneath the Moon. Then they lay, holding each other, blouses open, skirts up above their waists, and talked as they probed each other with their fingers. "I used to watch you and Kelly, and get myself off; you didn't know."

"Yes I did, and I liked it," Alyssa confessed.

"Kelly can't know about us," Joanne said. "If you can't be discrete, we need to end this here, now. George will try and ruin both of us if he finds out, so don't go to the college running your mouth at the lesbian club."

"I will," Alyssa promised.

"And I have a boyfriend I want to keep. I may want to share him with you, later, I don't know," Joanne thought out loud. "How do you feel about men?"

"At times they're all I want," Alyssa replied.

"OK. It's late, work tomorrow, call me, OK?" Joanne asked.

Alyssa embraced Joanne and they necked and petted for another ten minutes, then dressed, collected the blanket, and drained the bottle. Then walked back to the street.

As she and Alyssa came out of the cemetery Joanne spotted Smith sitting beside a man on the grass. Smith was wearing the man's sweater. The man was taller than Smith. "I know him!" Joanne said, referring to Smith.