Hello Preston, Do you remember me? I'm Angela. With me on my knees and with you having a view of the top of my head more than any other part of me, you may not remember what I look like. You may not remember my pretty face. Other than recognizing my big tits, your favorite part of me along with my talented mouth, you may not remember who I am at all, espec...
Father Charles' Unusual Sunday Brunch Chapter 1, The Invitation Father Charles Dodson, the thirty year old pastor of St. Joseph's Catholic Church, was sitting at the dining table in the rectory kitchen waiting patiently for his lunch to be served. He was wearing skimpy but comfortable running shorts, tennis shoes with short socks, and a loose fitting light...
"Marco!" I hissed across the hallway at Mark as he stood there looking absolutely horrified that he'd been told to stay away from me. He gave me this look that made me just dissolve into giggles. At this point, we needed some comic relief as I was about ready to lose my cool completely. "Polo," Mark finally replied after watching me sit there and laugh for...
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned, and I wish I could die!" I wailed into the darkness. Before I could stop crying, the door to my confessional was opened and Father McKenzie stood over me. He offered his hand to me as he spoke. "Come with me, Eleanor, please. We need more time and privacy than this confessional can offer. Come with me to my office." I...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is set at the time of the Hundred Years War. Convers...
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It is many years since my last confession." The priest settled back in his seat to listen to the voice coming to him through the grill of the confessional. It was not a voice he recognised, so it was not one of his usual congregation, but then at least it was not John Maguire confessing to impure thoughts about the Wid...
There was an old priest that had lived out his days following church tradition. He had never laid with a woman and never had impure thoughts until recently. His days were coming to an end when he would retire from his duties and live his life in solitude until he met a young couple that were ready to marry. He met with the couple one day and they all sat in...
"...Amen." Father McNamara bestowed a friendly smile upon his congregation, and bade them all to go in peace. To his relief, Mrs Barton and her flirty daughter hadn't come to the evening service. He hadn't seen either of them since the extraordinary events a week ago. All the usual faces were there however, but the two nuns who had entered as he began his s...
Chapter 1 I turned the key in the ignition, and my engine spluttered to life. I pulled out on the road and headed to work. I turned right and noticed blue flashing lights in my mirror. I pulled over and sat in the car as one officer got out and approached my car. He strode towards me and I lowered the window. "Step out of the vehicle, Maam," he instructed...
(Note theses characters were introduced in "The Miller's Daughter" so you might want to read that first!) * The 18-year-old nun-in-training, Cecilia, had passed out from the exhaustion of having all three of her orifices thoroughly fucked for three days straight by a team of satyrs with cocks the length and girth of tree-trucks, and thus did not see the De...