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An unholy encounter by archangel M
A priest and his elder sucumb to temptation
It was a drizzly Saturday morning when they drove to Ballarat from Edenhill, a small coastal town in regional Victoria. The windscreen wipers were on,. slowly moving across the windscreen.
Reverend Robert Stafford briefly glanced at the sleeping form in the passenger seat beside him. He smiled softly; his warm dark brown eyes scanning her slender body as she lay against the door frame, her soft green eyes gently closed and chest rising and falling from her deep breathing.
It was early morning and they were headed to a regional council meeting. He had taken Kerri Anne on in the last year and was training her to represent the local church at the regional church commitee meetings. Kerri Anne was Nureodiverse, she was the first member of Edenhill to have co morbid adhd and autism.
Rob turned his attention back to driving, satisified that Kerri Anne looked comfortable. He smiled softly. He was on his 6 parish, 30 years of ministry behind him and a 40 year marriage. He was growing tired but he stayed for the people. He had grown fond of Kerri Anne the last two years.
She was a beautiful woman. Just over 5.5 and a slender, toned figure. Long, thick curly auburn hair hung to her shoulder blades. A lightly tanned, heart shaped face with an often cheeky, friendly smile.
He was just under six foot. Still in good shape from walking a boisturous boarder collie dog for two hours a day and helping with regular working bees at the church and around town.
Because he and his wife Jana were often invited out for tea by the parish members they didn’t have sugar at home. He had broad shoulders, short greyish hair and a slightly ruddy complexion and greying beard. He had a deep, assertive voice.
He turned off the high way and into Ballarat. It was just on 9am. They had made it in good timing. Kerri’s eye lids fluttered open and she stretched and yawned. She glanced at him and blushed slightly. She was in awe of the older, compassionate minister, who was becoming her friend.
He pulled up at the old, red brick heritage listed Uniting Church and parked, shutting off the engine. Other council members were walking into the church. Kerri Anne undid her seatbelt and they smiled at each. ‘We’re just in time for a coffee,’ he said.
The all day meetings were tiring for Kerri Anne but she enjoyed the experience as well as Rev Rob’s company. This was her first all weekend meeting as a church rep and they were sharing an apartment style unit not far from the church with two bedrooms.
It was 7.30 pm and the Presbytery had provided a beautiful roast dinner and dessert. Kerri Anne was sitting on the couch watching a movie. Rev Rob was sitting at the table, typing his notes into his lap top. Kerri watched his long, thin fingers flying across the key board. Rob had been a journalist prior to ministry.
Rob scanned his written report and sipped some hot coffee. He was looking intently at it and trying to distract the urges that had been building up inside him all day. His jeans felt uncomfortable and tight around his groin and he longed to take them off.
It had been a while for him. His wife had been depressed and not really interested. She said she had felt fat and unattractive. He had inisited he didn’t see her that way. So he had immersed himself in his work and in the growing parish, ignoring his own manly needs.
Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He saved his document, popped a mint and walked over to the couch. Kerri Anne smiled up at him and moved over so he could sit down next to her. His leg rested against hers and he felt his heart thumping in his chest. He had been tempted by female members before but always held himself back. He was sick of always doing the right thing.
Kerri Anne felt slightly nervous. While she wasn’t the best at reading people she had sensed his energy shift. He put his arm up on the couch behind her and she felt his finger gently graze the back of her neck. I should move, she thought.
Rob gently rested his other hand on her thigh. Their eyes met. Kerri felt hot and flushed. He wasn’t her usual type but she had noticed he was an attractive man.
He leaned forward slowly, still tasting the strong mint and closed his eyes. Kerri felt his hand slide between her thighs. It felt amazing. She opened her legs a crack. Rob slowly slid his hand up onto her grion. He pressed his lips firmly against hers. I really should move Kerri thought, her heart pounding in her chest. Instead she parted her lips. She felt his tonuge slowly push its way into her mouth, seeking hers and his hand expertedly un doing the button of her jeans, pulling down her fly and sliding inside…
The kiss was very intense and passionate. Rob slowly rubbed the outside of her cotton underwear until he felt her starting to become moist.
8He slid his hand inside, feeling for her clit. Kerri was both nervous and aroused she felt her minister softly
run his finger over her cliturous. It had been so long since any man had touched her that way.
She felt very hot and wet and knew she should tell him to stop but didn’t want to. Gently he slid his finger down into her womanhood and began to slowly masturbate her. His lips had left hers and were travelling down her neck, sucking firmly. His other hand caressed her breasts under her bra.
Kerri slid her hand onto his thigh and began to rub him between his legs. His penis was hard and about 6 inches. He gasped as she masturbated him. He pulled his hand out of her and slid down on the couch in front of her, pulling her jeans off and pulling her underwear off. She pulled her top and bra off, exposing taunt, C cup breasts. Rev Rob pushed her legs apart and swooped in, putting his mouth firmly on her. She gasped loudly as he began to expertedly lick her, his hands fondling her breasts.
‘Oh God, don’t stop!’ She moaned. He pressed his chin firmly against her, licking her as far as he could reach. He could taste her and her heat. Her body shuddered beneath him.
She started to thrust her pelvis against him as he kept licking her, moaning. He put his hands on her hips. His chin was wet from her cum.
‘Oh God, fuck me!’ She cried. Rev Rob pulled back and looked up at her.
‘Are you sure?’ He asked huskily. He brielfy glanced at his phone which had slid onto the floor when his pants were removed. He saw there was a message from his wife.
‘Yes!’ She shouted..
Fuck that! He thought. He jerked his face back to hers and quickly rose to his knees. She spread her legs wide, her nipples hard.
Reverend Stafford entered her, all thoughts of the meeting, his parish and his wife flew out of his head as he held her tight, wet, hot body against his and moaned loudly, thrusting deeply into her as she screamed in sheer pleasure.
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