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That Son of a Bitch -
by EroticWriter- A beautiful sixteen year old virgin girl has a bad Friday night.
The next day, she goes to visit her priest. Being embarrassed, she
requests a meeting with him for confession and guidance.
could she come back this evening? She says that she has a Saturday night
date but could stop by early. He replies that would be fine and they set a time.
Early that evening, she comes to his office at the appointed time. Normally
the priest, who is tall and thin and has white hair, is very straight-laced, but
as she enters his office he immediately feels a tingling between his legs.
She is dressed in a white mini-skirt and a red button down the front blouse
that is almost see-through. Her nipples are pushing through the thin material
and it is obvious that she is not wearing a bra.
Her body is out of this world, and her gorgeous legs are beautifully emphasized
by the fact that she is wearing red high-heeled shoes. To make it worse, she
has the face of an innocent angel framed in flaming red hair.
"Yes, my dear. What can I do for you this evening?"
"Father, I called a man a son-of-a-bitch yesterday."
"Hmm, that's rather crude language coming from such a lovely young girl. Is
this person you called a name the one you have a date with tonight," the
priest asks.
"No father, I have a date with a young friend from high school tonight. The
one I called a son-of-a-bitch was an older man, maybe 23 or 24."
"I see. Why did you call him a son-of-a-bitch?" the priest asks.
"Because, father, he touched me on my arm without permission."
"Do you mean like this?" he asks, touching her arm.
"Yes father."
"Well my dear, that's certainly no reason for calling him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father he also removed my blouse."
"You mean like this," he asks as he unbuttons and removes her blouse,
revealing a lovely set of breasts tipped with pink nipples.
"Yes, father, like that, and then...and then he touched my breasts."
"You mean like this?" he asks as he gently touches her breasts, cupping them
lightly in his grip.
"Yes father, and then he began squeezing them and playing with my nipples."
"Do you mean like this?" he asks as he squeezes her breasts and teases her
nipples.
"Yes father, he did it just like that."
"That's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father, then he took off my skirt."
With shaking hands, he squats down and removes her mini skirt, revealing a
pair of lacy white panties, and asks "Like this?"
"Yes father, and then he pulled down my panties."
"Like this," he asks as he pulls down her panties, revealing lovely red
curls just inches from his face.
"Yes father." she says as he ogles her lovely nude pussy.
"That's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father I was a virgin and do you know what he did next?"
"No my dear, what did he do then?"
"He put his you-know-what in my you-know-where."
"By 'you-know-what' do you mean this? he asks, standing up and opening his
fly.
"Yes father, like that, only his was smaller," she says with wide eyes.
"That's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father, then he put my hand on it and told me to stroke it."
"Do you mean like this," he asks, putting her hand on his long and thick
penis.
"Yes, father, like this," she says as she stares down at his penis and
strokes it gently.
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch," he says.
"But father, he put it in my you-know-where."
"And by 'you-know-where' do you mean in here," he asks, as he
touches her pussy.
"Yes, father, there, that's the place, he put it in there." she sighs as he
puts a finger in.
"How did he put his you-know-what in, was it in a car, or on a bed, or on a
couch," he asks as he moves his finger in and out.
"It was on a couch, father, like the one you have over there."
"And did he lay you on your back like this," he asks, placing her on the
couch and laying her down.
"Yes, father, and then he got on top of me and wanted to put his
you-know-what in my you-know-where."
"He did it like this?" he asks as he gets on top of her and places his
dripping you-know-what between her snug little lips you-know-where.
"Yes, father, only he made me guide it in like this," she says as she takes
a hold of him and guides him directly over her hole.
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch," he says.
"Yeah...yes father, but it was hard to get it in my you know what because it
was my first time, and I felt something tear."
"Does it feel like that now," he asks as he struggles to fit his sizeable
organ into her little almost virginal pussy.
"Yes father, and at first it hurt just like it does now, only now it is
because your you know what is so big."
"But after his you know what was in for a while, did it begin to feel
better," he asks as he attempts to penetrate deeper, making her gasp.
"Yes father, after a while my you know where stopped hurting and his you
know what began to feel better."
"Like this?" the father asks as he finally eases his large knob past her
lips and as he goes deeper starts pumping.
"Yes father, like thaaaaat" as she slowly begins to wrap her arms and legs
around him.
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch," he says as he places
his hands under her ass and penetrates all the way to his balls.
"But father, he kept going and going until I felt strange things happening
to my you know what."
"Do you mean like this." he asks as he feels her pussy get wetter and wetter
as he fucks her deeply.
"Yes father, like that, my you know what kept feeling better and better
until I couldn't stand it any longer."
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch," he says as he places
his lips over hers and continues to pump.
Her fingers dig into his ass as she begins to guide his movements, and her
tongue meets his.
All conversation ceases for a few minutes until she reaches a noisy orgasm.
"Did that happen to your you know what when he did it?" asks the priest.
"Yes father, after a long time, but my you know what felt much better this
time."
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son of a bitch," the priest says
proudly.
"Yes father, but then he kept going and I felt his you know what jumping and
throbbing inside of me."
"Like th...this?" groans the priest after giving her several more strokes
while his penis begins throbbing intensely.
"Ooooh, Yes, father. His you know what felt just like that, throbbing
several times, on and on."
The priest can not immediately respond as his organ pumps shot after shot of
come deep into her quivering little pussy.
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father, when he was done, he left my you know where all wet and sticky
inside, just like your you know what did."
"Well, that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch," the satisfied priest
says as his peter goes soft inside her.
"But father, he has HERPES!
"THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!"
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