The Will(ie) Of God

The Will(ie) Of God ----------------

2005: A Friday night. My friend Jo and I have met up every Friday night for years. If you've read some of my other stories you will know that we (before I was married) tended to alternate between pulling a guy or two guys, (or more, sometimes) and having a night with each other.

The Friday I refer to here was scheduled to be a Jo-and-I night but ...it didn't work out to be! I was in a pub in Solihull, sat at the bar, waiting for Jo, who I knew to be en route because she'd texted me to say so and to get her a drink in. A double vodka with red bull to be precise. She meant business.

There was one guy who was sitting alone at the bar. He'd looked over at me a few times, fleetingly, but not looking like he was 'after' me.

He had an air of calm, of peace about him. I was just finishing my glass of wine when he ordered his drink and I heard him order one for me:

"And one for the young lady, whatever she's drinking" he said

I would normally refuse this kind of thing but something made me agree and accept the proffered drink.

I invited him to move to the barstool beside mine. He moved over.

He was dressed in dark clothes which were high quality, designer even, but looked well worn. I summised he had few clothes and he kept this ensemble for best. Perhaps when he was out on the 'pull'!

I introduced myself, as Lyn, and explained I was waiting for a (girl) friend who was on her way, but I had a few minutes.

He introduced himself as Joseph but he uttered a fraction of a word BEFORE the name Joseph. Like f-Joseph. Not like a stutter, more like he'd changed his mind what to call himself.

"Are You SURE?" I enquired with a wry smile

"I'm trying to drop the ....er.... 'FAIRTHER JoWseph' !" he chuckled

"Oh, you're a PRIEST?" I asked , incredulous

"oi.... oi was!" he said.

He had a gentle Irish accent, a brogue.

A beautiful speaking voice.

He was a VERY very good looking guy, but not posey with it. He'd got casually dishevelled blond hair, with a slight gingery tinge and the most fabulous blue eyes which seemed to look through you.

"You've left? Left the Catholic church, then?" I asked

"Yes" he nodded over his pint of Guinness "Eight weeks since I left" he said "Well... technically I am still a priest and always will be, that's the um.. celestial SMALL print as it were. No one gets owt aloive. The holy Ts and Cs. Eight weeks since I stopped living the life of a priest. And oI .. moved out of da house and dat."

"So... did you leave for LOVE? Like in the TV series and such??" I probed "Or.....did you lose your faith?"

"Certainly not the first one" he laughed "Not yet, anyways. Dis is da Foirst toime oi've been out. Since oi left. The second bit, yes, hugely, alarmingly, devastatingly..."

"Oh!" I said

I tend to know when not to delve further.

"You will have heard ..you know... all da adverse ... um publicity as it waire... about er....um....you know.... ABUSE and the like. Well.... what you've heard about would be the very, very TIP of da ..Oiceberg, as it waire. Dere is far more, and maybe even ..far wairse goes on."

So I was right not to delve then!

I went for a subtle change of subject:

"So... how long were you a priest?" I asked

"Eight years" he replied "Not dAT long but from age 22 to 30, so very umm..fairmative years, kind a ting"

"So... were you REALLY.... celibate all that time?"

"Dat and more... to be hanest. The eight years as a priest and a couple..maybe even three years mAIre, prior to dat. It was because of an unhappy...love affair .. dat oi entered da priesthood, you see."

"Wow" I said quietly.

I'd once gone six weeks and that was a struggle, let me tell you !

Then the door dinged (there was a bell) and Jo burst into the bar, all hurried and flustered.

She was in these white, bootcut trousers which were beyond skintight: they were right up her arse and her pussy, the mother of all cloven hooves. She'd got a skimpy, flowery top on, with a strapless bra holding her considerable tits up and together, presenting a more than impressive cleavage.

Most of the eyes in the room, ALL the male and about half the female ones tracked her across the room. The men all wanted to fuck her, the women wanted to BE her... or possibly to fuck her as well!

Couples would have wanted her in their bed, to share and to be fair, she DOES have a penchant for that, as it happens!

Jo arrived at our place at the bar. She and I kissed - but on the lips - we do that, even in public. Fr Joseph was pretty taken aback.

"This is my friend Jo!" I told him

"Jo, this is Joseph. He's recently left the priesthood, you know"

Jo went and kissed him on the cheek.

She quickly confided to him that she was a VERY lapsed Catholic also.

I got some more drinks in and when I returned, she was telling him about the last time she'd confessed, regarding some liaison between her and two guys in a cricket pavilion, when she was about 18, and the priest hearing her was having to have a wank in the booth! Jo shared this detail with him. Father Joseph spluttered into his Guinness.

We spent about forty five minutes with Father Joseph discussing this and that and drinking quite a lot, before Jo suggested we adjourn to my place ( Jo being married at the time). Father Joseph was rather incredulous at being invited back with us, with Jo making it very VERY clear it WAS specifically for sex, with us both.

Old Father Joseph could not believe his luck. We jumped in a black cab outside the pub and within ten minutes we were back at my house. He had a look round and admired my interior design skills. Jo led him up to my bedroom with it 's big iron bed. She pulled the curtains shut.

I'd gone a bit shy, to be frank. I was thinking what it would be like to BE Father Joseph, having not had sex for all those years, and now being faced with the prospect of steamy sex with two blonde beauties!

"So... father" began Jo

"Can you STOP calling me dat, please? Oi'm trying to leave all dat behind!" he began

"Um....no" said Jo "It DOES it for me, I am going to have to call you 'Father'.

"Oh" he said, quietly. Resignedly. . and grinned to himself

Jo strode up to him and kissed him, deeply, tongues, fabulous kissing, I was getting very horny just watching.

I moved in to kiss him too, and he was gentle but passionate, very sensual. He didn't seem to be that out of practice to me!

As I was kissing him, Jo was lifting her abundant breasts out of her bra and top. She took one of his hands and moulded it around her tit. He squeezed and caressed her fabulous big boob. I stopped kissing him so he could turn his attention to Jo's wonderful breasts, as he sucked and nibbled an erect nipple. Jo sighed in ecstasy. I supported the breast up to his mouth, with my hand. I reached round her with the other hand to cradle the other breast and toy with it's nipple.

I kissed and licked her neck from behind and nibbled her back. She shivered at my touch. She reached behind herself, and her hand got into my dress, through the thigh split and grabbed my crotch. I had (black) stockings and suspenders on, and a 'body' (aka bodysuit?) she slipped a finger inside, and up my cunt!! I groaned as she fingered me and father Joseph looked puzzled as to what was going on (as in he became slightly distracted from his tit-sucking!)

His eyes met mine, as I said, he had the most fabulous blue ones and he saw that Jo had her hand up my dress.

Once she realised she'd been rumbled, Jo started peeling her skin tight trousers off. She had the tiniest g string on underneath, which she also then whipped off, exposing her partly shaved pussy. Jo had a triangle of pubes left above her vulva, leaving the pussy lips all exposed. The labia were all wet and tangled as she whopped them out. They were all in desparate need of a tongue to sort through them and separate them out.

Father Joseph lost no time in getting his shirt off. He had a lovely body underneath his clothes really outstanding. A result of yoga and tennis we were to discover. Jo started undoing his trousers. It looked for a moment that he was about to stop her, I suppose we should appreciate that it was a bit of a shock to the system after such a lengthy spell of total celibacy.

Jo's hands were straight down his trousers and I suppose it was no surprise that he was fully erect in there, but Jo looked over her shoulder, at me and mouthed "Wow!".

She took his trousers down and off. His underwear was functional but smart, the erection inside same a real beauty. I slipped round behind him and grabbed the back of the waistband as Jo grabbed the front and we WHIPPED them down and off. WELL, were were pleasantly surprised at what we found in there. What a fucking COCK! It wasn't huge in length, 7 or 7 1/2 inches or so, but as I was soon to discover, it was SO wide, so FAT that I couldn't even get my hand around it.

I had to use both hands together to cup round it to be able to hold it. His balls were massive as well, I had a feel as his face went from red to puce. I knelt down and took each testicle into my mouth to suck. He shuddered and shivered. Jo rubbed her big titties all down his back and dropped to her knees to give her attention to his bum. I'm not quite sure what she was doing round there, but probably RIMMING him by his reaction!

Once Jo had him naked, she got him laid out on the bed.

"You first, Lyn, you found him!" suggested Jo

I'd taken everything off except my stockings and suspenders. Father Joseph seemed quite impressed by what he saw. My shaved little pussy. Pert little tits.

I got a condom out of the drawer - a Trojan, a Magnum - a big one - and tried to get it on him, but there was no chance, he was far too big in the girth to even get the end in. I abandoned it and chucked the rubber on the floor.

But I couldn't get it in ME, either! I got astride him and tried to sit down on it, he was holding it steady and I was trying to lower myself onto it. Jo saw my difficulty and came in to help, opening up my pussy lips for him, but it didn't help. It just wouldn't fit. I was too tight and he was way too big.

Jo took me and got me laid out on the bed, she told me to open my legs, wide!

I opened them as wide as they would go.

Jo's face was approaching my cunt. I looked at Father Joseph. He'd got his cock in his hand and was gently wanking it.

Jo slipped her tongue right up into my hole, slobbering and licking me out. Shivers crackled down my spine. Then, she moved to lap at my hardened clitoris, pushing one, then two fingers up my cunt. A thumb or something was probing up my tight arsehole as well!

"Christ, Oi didn't realOise yewZ two was SO into each udder!" enthused Father Joseph.

We giggled.

"STOP STOP!" I hissed "I'm going to FUCKING COME!"

Jo stopped, grinning up at me.

"Already?" she teased "You TART!!"

She grabbed Father Joseph's considerable cock and pulled him up and onto me. She directed his knob up to my open labia and told him :

"Use your body weight!"

Fucking cheek!

OWW!!!

Most cocks are a shaft with a larger knob on the end, in my experience, usually. I've experienced a few.

Once you've got the head inside that's the main challenge over and if there is too much shaft then you can kind of push him away or even ask him not to stick the whole length up you. Please. If you'd be so kind.

With Father Joseph, the knob was smaller than the shaft and it was widest at the bottom where it joined his massive great fucking bollocks. He got the head in and then began to apply pressure from his hips to get the rest of it in!

Jo was grabbing his dick at the base and trying desparately to push it into me.

"FUCK!" I moaned "Agghh! OH! SHIT! You're really FUCKING stretching me!" I gasped

Oh my, I did have a whinge.

I was being a bit theatrical to be fair. I'd had some big cocks in my past and though they were a struggle, I did always manage.

Apart from the one. ( See: The Bicycle Thieves)

Having barged his way into my lady bits, our dear beloved ex priest started to move his sexy little arse in earnest. In ! out ! in ! out ! IN ! OUT!

Now Jo had taken me close to orgasm and now Father Joseph was fucking my brains out, and I had to update the guys with my status:

"JESUS, I'm FUCKING COMING!!!!" I cried, for the benefit of all the neighbours.

And I DID come, very squirtily and noisily, a crashing multiple orgasm, in fact.

"C- c- c- can you take it out?" I begged

Reluctantly Father Joseph grabbed hold of his shaft and gently pulled it back out of me.

He hadn't come. My fanny was gaping open, I fancied I could feel a draught blowing up there.

Jo, who had been watching and wanking, gathered her big tits together and invited him to come in between them. I wrapped a hand round his massive shaft about half way down and held and massaged his huge balls with my other hand. He got his his hand round his cock, above mine and began to firmly wank himself off into Jo's plump and silky cleavage.

Within two or three minutes, Father Joseph came his load, and when I say came his load that is the world's biggest understatement. FIVE big squirts landed on and between Jo's gorgeous tits. Guinness book of records stuff. Thick, hot, white sperm splattered her skin.

Jo, grinning, pulled my face towards her tits.

I realised what she was after and I stuck my little tongue out to start licking all the sperm off her tits and from in between them and swallowing it, well some of it. I filled my mouth with his jism and then went in for a tonguey snog with Jo, during which I dumped most of it back into her mouth.

Jo then gamely swallowed it all down. Finally, we took it in turns to suck his cock, extracting the last dribbles of this HUGE ejaculation. Years worth of sperm, as I liked to think of it, although I DO know that's not technically correct!

Father Joseph was watching in awe as Jo and I snogged each other with sticky, spermy kisses.

Jo looked at him:

"God, you're still HARD!" she commented. And he was, too!

He was 90% still erect even though he'd blown his load. We moved in to suck his cock some more, sharing it, licking up and down opposite sides of the enormously wide shaft. We met to kiss at the top, before taking it in turns to suck on his great hairy balls.

Within moments he was absolutely fully hard again, so I invited him to fuck Jo.

"Take her from behind!" I told him

Jo moved onto all fours for him. For us.

Father Joseph grabbed himself a condom, as I pulled her buttocks apart.

"What do you think, Fr Joseph? Lovely arse, eh? Lovely BUMHOLE, what do you think? Do you fancy a bit of ANAL?"

"Oi!" protested Jo with a giggle "How come your offering up MY bumhole? What's wrong with YOURS?"

"Be....cause ... you like BIG cocks up your bum!" I said

"True, true" mused Jo, grinning "You're both going to have to LICK me"

"Lick you?" queried Fr Joseph "Your bum?"

"Obviously!" said Jo, impatiently

I whispered something in her ear which made her grin and nod. I will divulge presently.

I went in and tongued Jo's gorgeous ringpiece, slobbering my saliva into it, Fr Joseph followed up, very tentatively, as if he'd never done it before, maybe he hadn't. Jo was grunting into the pillow, grasping the headboard. I grabbed some ky jelly from the bedside and got some onto my fingers. Fr Joseph withdrew his tongue and helped me push gel into Jo's ringpiece.

I helped him push his fucking great cock into her bottom. The knob pinged through the sphincter which I am told, if you're interested, feels to the cock like it's being pushed through an elastic band.

Jo groaned loudly as well indeed she might!

I slipped underneath Jo, the opposite way round, with her pussy in my face and mine in hers. We both, simultaneously started licking each other's cunts as Fr Joseph pounded in and out of Jo's arse.

Both our pussies were brimming with juices, soaking each others' faces. Fr Joseph was looking down at us, enjoying the show. Understandably, he was about to come. Not wishing to waste his sperm into a condom deep up Jo's arse, he slipped out of her and whipped the rubber off.

He wanked himself off and I have to say there was still lots of sperm left in those big testicles, most of it ended up in my face, which I'm not keen on, to be honest,but a giggly Jo was there and willing and able to lick it all up, off my nose and my eyelids.

Having come twice and heavily as it were, Fr Joseph, despite years of celibacy, seemed to be spent. He wasn't a teenager after all.

Jo and I snuggled down, almost oblivious of the guy and we made passionate love together, snogging each others' faces off, sucking tits and nipples, probing bottoms, finger fucking each other, tongueing diamond-hard clits. We came almost simultaneously, with me on top of Jo frantically rubbing my cunt against hers. This all likely took about fifteen minutes.

When we looked again at our man of the ex cloth, he was happily wanking his massive cock whilst watching our lovemaking closely and he was again as hard as a rock. Impressive.

He more or less picked me up and sat me on it. I was as juicy as I could ever get and kind of opened up to admit his amazingly WIDE cock. Jo - ever helpful - helped him lift me onto him and in turn pushed my hips down onto him. I was soon groaning and panting as I tried to ride him, the girth making it very difficult to get it in and out of me.

His finger was probing deep up my arse as he pulled me onto his chest, kissing me fervently as he shot his hot load right up me. Right up inside my bare, uncondommed pussy. OOps. He didn't put one on and I hadn't checked.

I think I fell asleep and when I woke sometime after dawn, he and Jo were standing at the dressing table with him fucking her from behind. Pussy or bottom I couldn't tell. From the noises I think pussy.

I wanked myself off gently and lazily as I watched them. I like to watch.

I went back to sleep and awoke in Jo's arms at about 9 am. Fr Joseph had gone, leaving a note with a mobile number, either by accident or design it was a digit missing.

A few weeks later, Jo and I visited the same bar, he wasn't there. We described him to the staff.

"OH that guy who comes in and pretends he's just left the priesthood?" said the barman, laughing "Not seen him for two /three weeks. Try the next bar up the street, or the next one!"

Lyn xxx

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