House of the Lord (One on One)
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 14:52:35</strong>
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				It was a Monday afternoon, a time which Father Brandon Nichols could usually count on for some quiet time. With the majority of his small town congregation seeing service on Sunday, only the Wendsday youth group meeting occupied his weekdays. He was left instead to himself for the most part, to tend to the aging church, to attend the occassional in-call for parishioners who were confined to their homes, and the rare fundrasing event. His was a solitary life during the week, which suited him just fine. It allowed him time to reflect on his relationship with God, and to to maintain the house of the Lord. It also affords him time for exploration of another world entirely, one less grounded in real life than even faith.<br><br>Expecting to be alone for the better part of the day, Father Nichols doesn't hear the small parishoner's door open, intent as he is on sweeping the floors. Cleaning, after all, is akin to meditation, as it allows time for inward thinking. Of course it could be the music playing on the stero by the alter as well, early punk music, an indulgence of his almost no one knows of.<br><br>-----<br><br>Father Brandon Nichols -&nbsp; a middle aged man who has kept himself in good shape over the years. He is of average height, which thick black hair and smokey grey eyes. He wears simple clothes purchased on his modest stipend, and has had the same pair of wireframe reading glasses for ten years. He lives in a small home behind the Church, and is a somewhat solitary man.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 15:36:02</strong>
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				Mary O'Hannah crept quietly into the church, she wasn't quite sure why she was here, she'd rebelled against her family and had refused to go with them to Sunday Mass, prefering to hang out with her friends instead.<br>Sundays were their time, when they skulked away down to the beach or into the parks woodland, to smoke cigarettes and other things and to have an illegal beer or two and chill, away from the adults and their prying disaproving eyes.<br>But Mary was a fourth generation Irish, from a good Cathlic family and when she had problems, she did what all good Irish girls did and turned to the church.<br><br>Just before she entered the church, she pulled a cardigan on over her skin tight short t-shirt and put the shawl over her pail red hair, tucking the mass of curls underneath.<br>It was a hot day and already with the extra layers, she was feeling hot and bothered as she pulled the door open.<br>Surprised to hear the loud music, she hessitated again, but taking a deep breath she stepped inside.<br>Father Brandon was busy, sweeping, feeling awkward, she courtsied to the altar and sat down in a pew and waited for him to notice her, shifting uneasily when she realised that her short flaired skirt may not have been the most modest thing to wear.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 15:49:19</strong>
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				The good Father, never one to indulge when it came to fashion, was wearing a simple pair of black slacks, black shoes, and an undershirt that's tight enough that it shows just how well he's kept himself over the years. With little else but prayer and service to consume his days, he's had ample time to exercise, and it shows. It isn't until he turns down the aisle and back towards the alter that he notices Mary seated upon the pew. His first instinct is to clam up, since few have witnessed his taste in music before, but he remains calm, walking down to the alter, he leans the broom against a wall, and shuts off the stereo. Clearing his throat, he finds himself regretting his lack of collar. For some reason it has always made him feel protected, though he needs no protection here.<br><br>He turns after a moment to regard the fair young lady before him, smiling to put her at ease. He could tell by the way she is shifting that she's unsure of herself at the moment, or of the situation. And my did she wear a short skirt today, though he does well in not letting his eyes linger.<br><br>`Why Mary O'Hannah, it's good to see you are in good health. When you didn't show up to mass yesterday, I'd thought you took ill.`
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 16:00:50</strong>
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				Mary blushed at his words, it was worse than having to go in and see the principal, she was really starting to wish she hadn't come, but she sure as hell wasn't going to sit through a lecture with either of her parents.<br>The other kids had said that the Father was good to talk to and he wasn't as old as everyone thought.<br>Really she'd not had much to do with him, apart from when he was at the youth club, but even then, she wasn't one of those who really spoke to him much.<br>She shifted uncomfortably again, pulling her skirt down a little bit before answering him.<br>"No I'm fine Father, I just.......no, I'm fine." 
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 16:19:51</strong>
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				Father Nichols, sensing her discomfort, walks the short way to a chair off behind the alter, retreiving his shirt and collar. A simple black dress shirt, nothing more. As he slips into it, he smiles softly.<br><br>`My dear child, those who are fine do not oft find themselves in the house of the Lord on such a fine afternoon.`<br><br>He buttons the shirt as he moves to sit on the edge of the alter's rise, facing to her.<br><br>`What is it that troubles you, my child?`
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 16:36:52</strong>
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				She shuffled her feet uneasily, not sure whether she really should have come.<br>Perhaps she should have just waited until school started again and spoken to a counciller.....<br>She dropped her head to try and hide the burning blush that crept across her face.<br>"It's.......it's a personal matter Father....I'm not sure if I should....but the other kids said you were......."<br><br>Her voice trailed off as she pulled her skirt down her thighs again. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 16:40:51</strong>
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				`Cool?`<br><br>He smooths out his collar, and reaches up to slide it in place, the smile still there.<br><br>`No, that wouldn't be the word, would it? Accessible perhaps? Easy to talk to?`<br><br>He is soft spoken, the Father, as would be expected. The motion of her smoothing her skirt down draws his eyes for a scant second.<br><br>`If it is a personal matter, I will tell no one of it. We can make it a confession if you wish.`
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 16:51:05</strong>
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				She nods at him, her face burning like a furnace.<br>"Yes Father I would prefer that, I think..."
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 17:02:00</strong>
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				He nods, and secures his collar.<br><br>`If it would put you at ease.`<br><br>He rises then, and gestures to the confessional, off to the side of the room.<br><br>`I will be but a moment, I need to clense my hands.`
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 17:08:57</strong>
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				She nods to him and stands.<br>As he leaves she walks to the confessional, steps in and pulls the curtain shut behind her.<br>Sitting down in the almost dark, she feels safer, more comfortable, much more at ease. She pulls her skirt up high on her thighs in an effort to get cooler and unbuttons the cardigan, wafting the air with it to try and cool down as she leans her head back onto the wall behind her.<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 17:20:16</strong>
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				It takes, as he promises, only a moment. He cleans his hands of the dust of the day, and steps into his booth of the confessional. Speaking a soft prayer, he pulls aside the seperator, leaving only a screen between him and Mary. He lets her take the lead, as he does not want to distress her further.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 17:30:01</strong>
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				Mary hessitated for a moment, then taking a deep breath she begins.<br>Trying not to rush through things she speaks slowly and almost without mumbling.<br>"Forgive me Father for I have sinned it has been..........."<br>She paused, trying to remember when the last time was, she couldn't.<br>".........too long since my last confession.&nbsp; I accuse myself of the following sins."<br>Another pause, she began to feel hot again, pulling off her cardigan, she let her shawl fall away from her head, it may be what was done in church, but she didn't want to faint.<br>"I.....I have drunk alchahol.....and......I have....."<br>She bit her lip, trying to think of the words.<br>"....have allowed two boys to have carnal knowledge of me."<br><br>Almost gasping with relief that she had said it, Mary audibly sighed after she had said what she needed to. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 17:39:52</strong>
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				Father Nichols takes up a small Bible from a ledge next to his bench. So, it is the troubles of youth that she worries about. Despite his better nature, he finds a stirring in his loins when she speaks of carnal knowledge. He man be a man of the cloth, but he is still a man at that.<br><br>`The alcohol is but a small thing, my child, under the eyes of the Lord. It is the law of man that frowns upon it's consumption at your age. But the other sin you speak of, it troubles me. Do tell me more, that I might be able to help ease your mind, and absolve you of your sins.`
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 17:47:06</strong>
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				She looks down at her hands blushing hot again, now that it came to it she didn't think this was a good idea, but she had started now and she didn't feel that she could just get up and walk out, it just wasn't done.<br>"I.....we.....me and two of my friends...two boys....we went to the woods adn we took some drink and we ......we got a little drunk and ....things got carried away and we........."<br>Mary's voice trailed off, not sure how to carry on.
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 18:14:35</strong>
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				Father Nichols smiles softly, though she will not see it. He is a a man of many smiles.<br><br>`It is ok, my child. In these walls there are none that can hear you save myself and the Lord. You need no fear he wrath of either of us.`<br><br>He could imagine the scenario well enough, he'd been quite the hellion in his youth.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 18:29:48</strong>
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				She took a deep breath and carried on.<br>"We had sex Father, I......had sex with them in ......several ways, they are older than I am Father and they ........they were good teachers...."<br><br>Mary sat for a moment, gathering herself, trying to think of words to describe what she had done, what they had done, but she couldn't think of any other way&nbsp; than to use the words that she knew.<br>"They played with me...down there and it made me feel good and I was drunk and then.......one of them .....had sex with me while I sucked the other, then they swapped........and we did lots of things and..........and I am afraid to say that I enjoyed it very much."<br><br>Hanging her head in shame, Mary had almost reduced herself to tears, she didn't know why, but she felt incredibly guilty about the whole thing, even though it was one of the most fanstastic events of her whole 16 years.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 19:12:39</strong>
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				Despite himself, and his usual composure, the confession had the priest achingly hard. He utters a silent prayer that he might hide the lust from his voice, and he clears his throat.<br><br>`My child, sex is not a sin in and of itself, it is only natural.`<br><br>Some might find his words to be odd, but he hoped that her young mind would not question them. Father Nichols knew he was treading a dark path, but he could not help himself. He'd indulged in such thoughts online, in a world unto itself, but he was now letting that world seep into the real.<br><br>`But did you love either of these boys?`
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 19:19:09</strong>
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				Mary looked at the mesh sideways, not turning her head.<br>Had he said what she thought he said?<br><em>"Sex is not a sin, it is only natural?"</em><br><br>Perhaps the other kids were right, he might be different to other grown ups and deffinately different to her parents. Her musings were broken By the Father's second question.<br>"Errrr......only as friends Father, not as.......boy friends."
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 02:56:31</strong>
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				The profile of Father Nicols is evident, despite the lack of lighting within the confessional, but which way his head is turned is not. He is in fact looking at her, though he cannot see her clearly either. She's curious, he can tell. More than curious, given her confession. Why does that excite him so much?<br><br>`While sex is natural, the Church does frown upon the act outside of marriage. I would extend that myself to love, but some of my peers think me too progressive.`
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 03:04:30</strong>
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				Mary drops her head in shame, she felt so bad, not even wanting to speak further on the matter, but not being able to leave.<br>Hot tears beginning to flow down onto her cheeks, she sniffs and mumbles.<br>"Sorry Father."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 03:10:41</strong>
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				He regrets having said it the second the words cross his lips, for he knows even as the last breathe crosses over she that will cry. When indeed she does, he bows his head, speaking softly.<br><br>`You have no need to appologize, my child. We all err, to do so and learn from such errors is what makes us human.`<br><br>He regrets making her cry, yet his member aches it is so hardened by... by the power his words have over her.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 03:29:04</strong>
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				She nods her head, sniffing and wiping her face on her cardigan, the only thing she can think of using.<br>"But....but the worse thing is that I enjoyed it and I want to do it again and I know it's wrong and I don't know what to do...."<br>Mary's words come out in a teenage gush of mixed emotions, confusion and sobbing.<br>"I don't want to and if my parents find out I'll be in serious trouble and .... and I don't know any more, why are all the fun things bad?......It's just so unfair!"
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 03:39:58</strong>
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				`That is the the cruel thing about life, isn't it?`<br><br>He smiles softly, despite his misgivings. He can see just how to weave her into a trap if he wants to now, and he's already come this far...<br><br>`But it isn't always bad, you know.`<br><br>He pauses a beat, his point of no return. He looks over the edge of the chasm, and then steps into the air.<br><br>`Mary, you know that what happens in the House of the Lord need never be spoken of to anyone else, right. We share a confidence, as long as you wish to maintain it.`
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 03:43:30</strong>
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				Mary nods, wipes her face and looks at the shadow behind the grid.<br>"Yes, I know Father, that's why I came here, if my parents found out they would kill me, or throw me out and I have nowhere to go, you know what they're like."<br>She blinks away more tears. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 03:47:58</strong>
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				Father Nichols bows his head again, and utters a silent prayer of forgiveness.<br><br>`I know, my child... do you trust me?`<br><br>Words of damnation, more surely they had never been spoken.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 03:53:48</strong>
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				Mary nods, she had to trust someone and he was the only one that she knew who would keep the secret.<br>"Yes Father I trust you."
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 03:56:29</strong>
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				`And do you hold a love of the Lord in your heart?`<br><br>Damnation it may be, but it felt oddly right as well.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 03:58:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Of course I do Father!"<br>Mary was surprised that he could even ask that, she was here after all, confessing and asking for help.
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 04:01:04</strong>
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				`Perhaps there is a way you can explore your desires then, that would not be so bad...`<br><br>He trails off, and makes a show of looking away, growing quiet.<br><br>`But no, you would think ill of me for the suggestion.`
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 04:17:17</strong>
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				She looked at the grid a hopeful, but confused look on her face.<br>The kids were right, he certainly was a little more different than she had expected even a 'cool' priest to be.
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 04:28:26</strong>
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				He ventures a look back up, and smiles softly when he sees the outline of her so close to the screen.<br><br>`If you want to explore these realms, then your love of the Lord is the answer, child.`
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 04:40:05</strong>
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				"I.......I don't understand Father......"<br>Mary blinked trying to understand.<br>"Do you mean.......become a Nun?"
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 04:49:32</strong>
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				The laughter that comes from Father Nichols is not harsh, nor judgemental. It is born of tension as much as amusement at the thought.<br><br>`No, Mary, it does not mean becoming a nun. Were you to do so, you would technically be forbidden from ever having sex again.`<br><br>He shifts, so that she can see he is looking towards her.<br><br>`If you wish to help around the Church, that would be appreciated, but I am here to help you first. You desire to experience more... carnal knowledge... I could, in service of the Lord, offer aide...`<br><br>This is where she screams bloody murder, and goes to tell the town their priest is a pervert. He knows it, but he is too far gone now.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 04:59:58</strong>
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				She looks relieved when she realises he's not talking about her becoming&nbsp; a Nun.<br>Even though she's felling guilty, she didn't feel THAT guilty, so when he suggested her helping around the church, she saw it as her penance and didn't quite hear what he added afterwards.<br><br>She nodded her agreement.<br>"OK I'll do it. Is that all I have to do? When do you wnat me to do it?" <br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 05:20:45</strong>
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				`I fear you do not understand my offer Mary...`<br><br>He trails off, and smiles.<br><br>`You wish to explore your carnal side in a an environment where none will judge, do you not?`<br><br>He was aching to touch himself, but it wasn't time quite yet.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 05:26:25</strong>
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				"Errrrrrrmmmmm...yes..... but I can't do that, so I'll come and say sorry to God by working in&nbsp; the church. Thats what you're saying isn't it?"<br><br>Mary looked at him for agreement, her pail blue eyes fixed on him.
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 05:35:18</strong>
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				He sighs, softly, almost inaudibly. He would have to say it plain, and he would pay for it.<br><br>`No, my child. I am saying that I can help you explore your sexuality further, in a loving, confidential atmosphere.`
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 05:46:34</strong>
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				"What?"<br>Mary blushed so hard that he could practically feel the heat from her face.<br>"You want to.......I'm ......but you're......"<br>Her voice trailed off, not knowing what to do or say.<br>Part of her said <em>'get the hell out of here' </em> and the other said <em>'why don't you hear him out, is is a priest after all, he wouldn't do anything wrong would he?'</em><br><br>She sat her head back on the wall, looking anf feeling more confused than she had ever been in her whole life. 
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				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 06:07:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				`I am a man of God, bound to help guide all of his children. With me you are safe, and no harm shall come to you.`<br><br>He wasn't so sure of the last statement, but he said it with conviction. If he was going to be imprisoned by the laws of man, and damned by his God, then at least he is going to do it with soft words.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 06:20:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So..............."<br>Mary thought long about this, screwing her eyes tightly shut trying her best to make sense of this.<br>"If I go and have sex and fun with friends, thats a bad thing because I don't love them and God will condemn me, but if I have sex and fun with you, that's OK and I won't be doing anything wrong?"<br><br>She thought about the girls who swarmed around him at the youth club, he wasn't a bad looking man after all.<br>"So do you do this with other girls as well?"&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 06:42:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Because you are in the house of the Lord, and there is love in your heart, it is ok under the eyes of God, yes.`<br><br>Never a lie as such had he woven before, even in his troubled youth. The very act is enrapturing.<br><br>`But you will be the first Mary, I sense the need in you for my guidance.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 06:51:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She drops her head, not knowing quite what to do or to say.<br>This was a new reasoning that she had never thought of, the very idea went against what she had been taught and what her parents believed, yet......<br>Yet he was the priest and he should know of all people what was right and wrong in the eyes of the Lord and after yesterday?<br>Mary shuddered at the thought of it, it had been so good and wonderful, even if it had been wrong and she longed to have those feelings again, surely this couldn't be wrong?<br>Surely, if he said that was the way to do it, how could it be wrong?<br><br>It didn't really make sense, deep inside she knew that, she knew this was wrong and she would always know, but lust and the sense of knowing that only made her want it even more, she felt it in every part of her, so she chose to believe him and his simplistic lies and half truths.<br><br>Mary nodded, her head barely moving, as she answered him.<br>"So where do we do it then?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 07:52:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols lets out a sigh of relief when she asks that final question. Until then he was convinced he was going to be jailed. Now... now he has what he has lusted for all these years, and what will he do with her?<br><br>`This is about your desire, my child. Where would you want to do it?`<br><br>Truth be told she could lie him down on a bed of nails right now and he'd be happy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 08:11:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No......"<br>Mary shook her head.<br>"I said where not when."<br>She blushed again, feeling really really self concious, she felt like some sort of prostitute aranging an apointment, not a comfortable feeling at all.<br>Yesterday, well that had been on the spur of the moment and that was why it had been so good, but this was.........strange, seemed to take all the fun out of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 08:23:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Come out from the booth, my child. Come over to my side of the partition.`<br><br>He shifts his seating, and with a final prayer of forgiveness he sets the Bible aside on its little shelf. If she does as he says, he'll be waiting there, legs slightly apart, hands folded on his lap covering his throbbing erection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 08:34:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary stood up and leaving her cardigan and shawl in her side of the confessional.<br>She stepped out then drew the curtain on his side, standing at the entrance, pushing her tendrils of hair behind her ears, looking very self concious.<br>She looked around the church with quick darting eyes, trying to look anywhere but at his face. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 08:40:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Mary, my dear child, you know this only will go so far as you allow. The second you wish to, simply tell me to, and you shall bear no ill will from me.`<br><br>Of course his earlier statements might lead her to think God might not be so forgiving. He takes a long moment to drink in the sight of her, framed in the light filtering through a stained glass window. Such a beautiful young creature. Proof more than any that the Lord does have a hand in man's creation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 08:47:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well it was certainly exciting, a priest, sitting in a confetional,in the middle of her family church, telling her that it was alright to have sex with him in the confessional.....Well at least she thought that was the case.<br>She smoothed her skirt, trying to make it less short and for some obscure reason wished she'd worn a bra, then taking a deep breath stepped into his side of the confetional and turned her back on him to close the curtain on the hot cramped and now quite dark little space.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 08:55:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she turns her back on him, he can barely resist the urge to reach up and touch her. But he restrains himself - something he has had years to practice. Instead he lets her actions when they are closed up together in the confessional dictate just what he will do. He doesn't want to scare her away. Not when he is so close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 09:07:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She turns herself back round, with difficulty, to face him, the place so small that she almost has to stand over him and not in front of him.<br>Now feeling very hot and a little excited, she almost pants for breath and ends up being most comfortable stood with one of her feet in between his and the other to the side.<br>"What now?"<br>She whispers trying to be quiet, but it comes out like a very hoarse theatrical whisper, she blushes again, holding her breath, thinking that someone is going to find them at any moment and that thought is exciting her even more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 09:12:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With this side of the booth only meant to house one, they are indeed in close quarters. Every breath she takes sets fire to his ears and to his loins, and he looks upon her from foot to head. It will be cramped, but if she wants the curtain closed, it'll be that way.<br><br>`Now one of use shall have to take our clothes off.`<br><br>He says it in a low voice, unable to find anything more at the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 09:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him for a moment.<br>His face was perfectly calm and so was his voice.....perhaps.<br>She cleared her throat.<br>"I guess that'd be me?"<br>She hastily adds.<br>"Errrmmmmmm..because I'm stood up and I'm.....well because......because I can get to my clothes?"<br><br>Mary gulps again and without waiting for him to answer reaches up and pulls her t-shirt off over her head, baring her small pert breasts. She unzips her skirt and with a wiggle, lets it drop to the floor.<br>Standing in front of him, feeling very .....naked..... just wearing her bikini briefs, clutching her t-shirt to herself like a security blanket, she finally builds up enough courage to wiggle out of them as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 09:34:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lets her work through the embarasment on her own terms, not wanting to make this harder for her. If she does it all of her own will, then he can't be villainized for it in the future. Well, he's less likely to be. When she finally works up the courage to bare herself completely, he is enraptured. Such a whisp of a girl, so frail looking, yet so beautiful.<br><br>`The two boys you shared your body with... what did they do to you?`<br><br>The question is softly asked, as he basks in her beauty, even in the dim light.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 09:40:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They......they ....played with me and then they f........&nbsp; had sex with me."<br>She squirmed a little under his gaze it was more like being at the doctors than....but it still made her tingle inside and feel a little moist.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 09:45:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Say what you feel, my child, there is no need to guard your words here.`<br><br>In truth the thought of her cursing here, while they are in this position, is titilating. He reaches up, and places a hand lightly upon her hip, trailing it along her soft skin.<br><br>`When they had sex with you, it felt good, didn't it?`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 09:50:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivers at his touch, almost gasping as goose bumps of excitement crawl their way up her back.<br>"Yes.....it felt really good, it all did and I want to do it again and again and again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 09:52:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She is his now, if only for this moment. He smiles, and gestures with his free hand to his lap.<br><br>`If you wish it so, my child, then unzip my pants, make me ready for you.`<br><br>His only hope now was that a simple touch wouldn't bring him off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 10:02:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him and then at his crutch, it was dark in there, but even so, she could see that there was a deffinate bulge and she didn't think she needed to anything to him. He seemed even more agre than the boys had been and they had been all over her, touching and feeling and groping everywhere, as she reached over and gingerly unzipped his pants, then carefully put her hand inside, unsure what to do next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 10:08:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While he is wearing boxers beneath the pants, that simple contact of her hands to his crotch is enough to elicit a moan from him. He tips his head back, and sighs.<br><br>`That's right Mary, pull it out if you like, explore the feel of it.`<br><br>This, for him, was a dark fantasy come true, but only the tip of the iceburg.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 10:17:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wiggles her hand into his boxers and it doesn't take long to find what she's looking for, putting her hand around his shaft she catches her breath, it feels much bigger and thicker than the two she saw and felt yesterday.<br>Mary hooks her fingers underneath and gently eases it out, gasping as it unfolds itself and she sees it's full length, almost pulling away as though it would bite her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 10:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He can see it upon her face. The two who had their way with her may have been older, but they were still boys.<br><br>`Don't be frightened, my child. It won't harm you.`<br><br>He smiles softly, reaching to cup a hand to her cheek.<br><br>`Take your time.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 10:30:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm....I'm not sure what you want me to do....."<br>She looked a little lost, yesterday was the first experience of men, well boys, she had no idea what to do herself, they had told her and she had followed their lead.<br>"You ....errrrr......it looks ready enough to me......."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 10:40:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`What do -you- want to do dear child? This is for you after all.`<br><br>Oh it was about her, yes, but it was also about him, and to deny it fully would be a lie. Still, he wanted to see just what she would do given his member in her hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 10:46:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked nervously at him, fidgeting then looked away not sure if she wanted to do anything at the moment.<br>"I.....I don't know....I think I want to........I don't know...."<br>Her bottom lip quivered slightly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 10:47:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Do you want me to take control, my child?`<br><br>If she relinqueshes it, he'll end up using her quite thoroughly, but he won't hurt her. He made a promise, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-02-2006, 10:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rubs her arm as if she's cold, even though it is hot and stuffy where they are.<br>At first she wants to say no and that she just wants to go home, but instead she nods her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 06:17:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Very well. I want you to stroke my cock now Mary. Get a feel for it, get to know it.`<br><br>He was more than happy to take control, because it meant that he could mold her as he saw fit. As long as she is willing to continue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 06:24:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She puts her hand down&nbsp; and carefully runs one finger carefully up his shaft, then wraps her hand around stoking him gently, biting her lower lip as she does so. It feels pleasant, the skin smooth over the hardness, she gets a little bolder and strokes with a firmer hold.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 07:07:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watches her every motion as she strokes him, the concentration, the apprehension at first. When she settles into it he smiles softly, head still leaning back a little.<br><br>`That's good Mary, you're doing good.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 07:13:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gives him a quick smile and gathering more confidence grips him firmer still, feeling his shaft hot and twitching as she does so, relaxing a little as a little of her nervousness leaves her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 07:39:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lets out a low, moaning breath to accompany the twitching. He'd been aching for this for a long time, but he's determined to make the most of it.<br><br>`Mary, do you know what I want when I say to blow me?`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 08:08:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him as though he's a martian.<br>"Of course I do....you want me to have oral sex with you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 08:10:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles softly, a calm, contented look on her face.<br><br>`Yes, I want you to have oral sex with me. I will ultimately return the favor, but not right yet.`<br><br>It gave her something to look forward to, and to think about.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 08:27:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary shrugs and with a bit of manouvering she manages to kneel down, though it's in a very close position.<br>Taking him in her hand, she pulls him down a little so that she can reach him and runs her tongue along his shaft, then gently ran her tongue around his hot swollen head, probing every part with the very tip of her moist tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 09:08:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When her tounge makes contact with the throbbing head of his cock, Father Nichols moans aloud. If the two boys were her first sexual encounter, as she says, then she is a natural. He shifts just a little, so she'll have better access, and so he can watch her work him over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 09:33:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles a little when she hears his groan, the boys had done pretty much the same and she enjoyed the fact that she could do that.<br>Spurred on by her triumph, she pulled him into her mouth and sucked, a picture of an iced lolly in her mind as she twirled her tongue around it licking, tasting and sucking as she went, moving it in and out of her mouth as she did so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>16-02-2006, 11:45:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nicols grasps the shelf where his Bible rests with one hand as Mary continues to explore his cock with her mouth. She's eager, he can see as much. That only serves to enhance the pleasure he's getting from the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-02-2006, 12:59:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She starts to suck harder and pull him further into her mouth just like the boys had asked her to, stopping just at the point where she knew it would make her gag, gripping the rest of his shaft with her hand and rubbing it in time with her sucking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>16-02-2006, 13:44:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she starts to stroke in time with the motions of her mouth Father Nichols lets out a loud moan, head tilting back, eyes half closed. He half utters the Lord's name, running a hand along Mary's cheek.<br><br>`Dear child, you are truly blessed.`<br><br>Soft, almost so soft she might not hear it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-02-2006, 14:03:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She feels his hand on her cheek and shivers a little at his touch, but doesn't quite hear what he says, not that it mattered because she heard his groan and that meant that he was enjoying it, a lot.<br>That spurred her on to want to really do it well and rembering what the boys had told her she pulled him out of her mouth until only the last few inches were inside and began to suck at him long and hard, using her hand to work on the rest of him.<br>As a bit of an after thought, she used her other hand and cupping his balls in it's palm, began to gently squeeze them as well, wondering if her would like it .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>17-02-2006, 00:19:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Oh God...`<br><br>When Mary begins to suck and stroke harder upon his cock, Father Nichols lets out a loud moan, head leaned back, eyes closed. As much as he would like to watch that angelic face of hers in such an effort, he cannot maintain the presense of mind. When she palms his balls, however, he regains enough sense to know he's not going to last much longer. He looks down again, and utters softly.<br><br>`I'm close Mary, sit back...`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-02-2006, 04:10:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shakes her head, she had found from yesterday that she liked the taste of a mans cum, like the feeling of it's hot stickiness spurting into her mouth, liked seeing the look on their faces as she suck every last drop out of them.<br>Renewing her efforts she plunged her mouth around him and&nbsp; pulled his shaft into her mouth as far as it would go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>17-02-2006, 08:56:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So convinved had he been that Mary wouldn't react well to his climax that when she refuses to pull back, and in fact hastens her efforts, he cannot hold off any longer. With eyes intently watching, his hands hovering inches from the sides of her head, restraining some primal urge to take more control, his body tightens, and he spills his seed into Mary's wanting mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-02-2006, 09:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She feels him twitch and jerk just before he begins to cum, stopping for a moment she feels the first spurt of thick warm fluid hit the back of her throat and swallows, then begins to suck on him again almost dragging his orgasm from him, tasting the slight saltiness as she continues to swallow, working hard to get the last drop from him, a slight moan of excited pleasure escaping her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>17-02-2006, 09:15:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been so long since he had known the touch of another that the orgasm leaves him blinded for a few moments. When his sight recovers, he leans his head back, smiling softly. He once again strokes a hand to her cheek.<br><br>`From the sound of it, you enjoyed that almost as much as I did, my child.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-02-2006, 09:21:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a final delicate suck, Mary lets him slip from his mouth.<br>She nods to him.<br>"Yes Father, I enjoy giving pleasure to others and .........."<br>She lowers her head, blushing.<br>"......I like the taste." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 03:17:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols' smile is thoroughly pleased. The fact she feels embarassed by her love of the taste of cum gives him an in to build up her confidence, while building the bond between them. He draws his hand lightly along her chin, cupping it to rasie her head so he can look in his eyes.<br><br>`My dear Mary, you need never feel embarrased in this place, nor ever with me. If you enjoy bringing pleasure to others, then you are a blessing unto them.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 03:20:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gives him a short little smile, her face still red.<br>"Thank you Father, I don't feel so bad now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 03:41:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Good... now, when are you expected home?`<br><br>He doesn't want her to be missed. If someone comes looking here, and find them like this, then he will be ruined. He doesn't want her in trouble either, that would hurt all the more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 04:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Parents are away at the moment." <br>Mary sighs.<br>"And my brothers are too busy to worry about me, so I come and go as I please."<br>She kneels there feeling a little awkward now that 'things' had happened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 04:44:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols frowns slightly at the thought that this young girl has been all but forgotten by her family. To know such lonliness must be a large burden to bear. He brushes a hand along her cheek, and smiles softly when a thought comes to mind.<br><br>`If you would like, my child, you can stay with me the night. I'm no gourmet, but I can order in.`<br><br>He's come this far, he might as well go another step. Even if it might seem twisted to some, the offer is made with genuine caring.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 04:53:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gives him another small smile.<br>"That would be nice, if I can ring and leave a message on the answer phone?"<br>Realising that may be a little 'difficult' she drops her head again and mumbles.<br>"I could just say I'm staying with friends."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 04:57:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He feels a stirring in his loins at the thought of her staying the night, and lying to cover it as well. The arrousal, of course, will be evident to her.<br><br>`If you would like to do that, Mary, it is ok with me. And you wouldn't be lying, if that worries you, I am your friend, after all.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 05:01:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods.<br>"Well yes of course, it wouldn't be a lie, just not quite telling the whole truth, thats a big difference."<br>Still feeling a little awkward, she tries to get out of the situation that she finds herself in, face to 'face' with his twitching member.<br>"Errrrmmmmm would you like me to help you finish cleaning the church?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 05:11:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He'd been hoping to fool around a little more, perhaps even take the girl completely, but her change of tack brings him back to the reality that her trust is a fragile thing. He smiles softly, and nods.<br><br>`I would love the help Mary. Let's get dressed, and we'll see what needs cleaning still.`<br><br>In truth it would be nice to have the help. The church was small, but there was only so much dust he could ward off alone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 05:19:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary smiles and nods as she stands up.<br>Grateful that she is only wearing the bare minimun as it's difficult to manouvre in the small box.<br>Pulling her things on, she turns and peeps out of the curtain to check that no-one was there to see her come out, then nips into the other box to get her cardigan and shawl.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 05:24:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols watches as she dresses, and when she tucks out he takes a moment to sort himself out. He finds himself stroking his shaft until he is aware she is in the other stall. Hoping she hasn't noticed, he shifts, grabs his pants, and stands. He emerges a moment later clothed once more, and straightens his collar by force of habit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 05:50:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary behaves as though nothing at all had happened, she reappears, her cardigan on and buttoned up the the neck.<br>"So where would you like me to start Father?"<br>She looks around, it was a nice little church, but it was looking a little dusty and 'tired'. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 06:57:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nicols takes the cue, and he acts as if nothing had happened either. He looks about the church a long moment, and considers.<br><br>`If you would continue with the sweeping, I'll go get the rod, and start cleaning out the eaves...`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 07:04:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"OK"<br>Mary begins to sweep putting a lot of effort into it, to try and do a good job, as though her zealous hard work will some how atone for what she had done.<br>But it was hot, very hot and soon the heavy cardigan she was wearing became almost too hot to bare.<br>"Father, do you think God would really mind if I had bare arms while I worked?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 07:07:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The preist smiles softly at the innocence she can display after such an act earlier. He'd just come back from getting the want to clean out the rafters, and had begun to take off his longsleeve shirt again. Working in such layers makes for too much sweat for his liking.<br><br>`The Lord created us in his image child, to hide our bodies all the time would be a tragedy. I doubt he'll mind if you bare your arms.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 07:16:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary sighed in relief.<br>"Phew.....because it's hot in this"<br>She quickly pulls off the cardigan and wafts her short t-shirt to try and cool down a little.<br>"OHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh....that's much better...."<br>Giving him a quick smile she turns and continues her work, humming some little tune to herself as she does.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 07:19:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Though he wishes to be a decent man, and let her go about her work quietly, Father Nichols finds himself sneaking glances at Mary through the time they work. It's a distraction now, having her around, but he does well enough in hiding it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 07:31:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She works hard, finishing what was left of the sweeping and walks over to him panting a little with the heat and the effort, her t-shirt sticking to her as she tries to pulls stray tendrils of hair away from her damp forhead.<br>"What....now?"<br>Mary fans her flushed face with her hand.<br>"It's as hot as hell in here....."<br>Her face growing hotter and redder than before she puts her hand to her mouth.<br>"Sorry Father!" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 07:52:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols makes a show of frowning, but only after she appologizes. A moment later he shakes his head and smiles.<br><br>`No need to be sorry, my child. We are but human... unless of course you want to be punished.`<br><br>A joke, that. He'd been feeling the heat too. Perhaps a drink and some time sitting in the shade would do them both good.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 07:57:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No Father, I'd rather not."<br>She grins at him, even though it is a little apologetically.<br>"But I would love at least a drink of water, Sweeping is really thirsty work."<br>She grabs another lock of hair that has fallen into her eyes as she fans her face again.<br>"If it wasn't for the fact that it's holy water I'd stick my head in the font it's so hot in here!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 09:16:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nicols laughs softly at the image of her submersed in the holy water, though it evokes another train of thought as well. He's finding his mastery of his emotions slipping with every passing momen.<br><br>`Water I can do, though I'll have to hold off on blessing it. If you'd like to join me in my humble home I have the mos divine air conditioning.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 09:37:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Air conditioning?"<br>She pants, still fanning herself.<br>"Oh please father......it's getting hot even in here!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 14:45:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles softly, and offers an arm for her.<br><br>`Come now, my child. We'll seek relief from the heat together.`<br><br>He'll lead her through the rectory, and back on through a small rear door in the church. The back yard to the church gives way to a small one bedroom home, his own modest dwelling. Once they cross the threshold the air conditioning is quite evident. The place is modest not only in size, but in decoration. He'd been here some time, but there are few personal effects to speak of, though the furnishings are quite comfortable.<br><br>`Welcome to my sanctuary.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 15:02:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary stands near to the air conditioning unit, letting the cold air flow across her face and neck.<br>Lifting her hair up to get the cold air onto the back of her neck, she turns her back to it, shivering as goose bumps crawl their way down her back.<br><br>"Ohhhhhhhh.........this is such a relief Father..........so cooling...." <br><br>It's apparent by her firm hard nipples that her chest has also seen the benefits of the chill air. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 15:09:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles softly as he watches her luxuriate in the air conditioning. When her nipples become evident, he has to make the choice whether to look away and find a distraction, or to go with his instincts. He steps behind her, to close the door, and then he turns, placing his hands lightly on her hips.<br><br>`Now, my child, what can I get for you.`<br><br>The position he's in allows him to hide the stirring in his loins a few moments longer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 15:20:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stretched her arms high above her head, her arms and back cracking as she stretches out the muscles. Groaning at the pleasure of the stretch and the coolness she smiles, pulling her shorty t-shirt back down to a respectable place.<br>"Just a cold drink please Father, water will do if it's nice and cool." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 15:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she stretches, one of his hands drifts around to brush the fingers along her stomach, but it's quickly withdrawn. He smiles softly, and nods.<br><br>`Two waters, coming right up. Feel free to make yourself at home.`<br><br>He slips away, and heads into the small kitchen. He retrieves two glasses, pouring water from a jug in the fridge. He returns soon enough with them, and offering one over, he settles into a large chair in one corner of the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 15:35:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary reluctantly leaves the air conditioner and sits in the chair opposite him, curling her legs under her, her little skirt barely covering the upper part of her thigh.<br>She looks around the room.<br>"You don't go much on things do you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 15:44:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`How do you mean that, my child?`<br><br>He cants his head to the side, but lets his eyes wander just a tiny bit, before taking a sip of his water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 16:01:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary shrugs, still looking around.<br>"Well everything looks sort of tired and uncared for and you've hardly got any personal things here."<br>She drinks her water in one long draft, a little trickling down her chin and onto her already damp t-shirt. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 16:48:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`I suppose you're right, my child.`<br><br>He reflects a moment, looking about, but soon enough his eyes are back on her, a small smile on his face.<br><br>`I don't often have company. But I do enjoy it so.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 17:02:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps more would want to if you......well gave the place a lick of paint or something?"<br>She looked at him smiling.<br>"I painted my bedroom and all the cast off furniture didn't look half as bad....well that and some new curtains and bed spread."<br>She shrugged as she looked again.<br>"Bet the whole place is like this, isn't it.....I could paint it for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 17:10:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`You do indeed like to please people, don't you Mary?`<br><br>The comment had been made in and entirely different contex, but still, it seemed fitting. He looks about a moment, and nods.<br><br>`If you would like, I'm sure I can muster up some funds for paint.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 17:17:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary smiles and blushes at the praise.<br>"Well we have loads of spare paint at home, I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind dontating that to the church and they'd hate it if they knew their favourite Priest was living in a dingy home."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 17:44:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the mention of her parents Father Nichols looks away a moment, something there but fleeting. His soft smile returns, and he nods, making it look as if he'd been regarding the walls again.<br><br>`Some new life to this old place, it's just what it needs.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 18:07:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary nods.<br>"I'll check with them when they get back from Dads business conference."<br>She looks at the empty glass in her hand.<br>"Mind if I have some more Father? I'll get it"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 18:22:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`What is mine is yours Mary.`<br><br>When she goes to get the water, he takes the time to adjust himself, and mutter a small prayer for strength and wisdom. There's a dark whisper in his mind, now that he's crossed the line. That whisper wants him to jump her, but he would never. After a moment he stands, and wanders into the kitchen after her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>19-02-2006, 19:05:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary almost dropped the jug as she turned away from the fridge, not realising he was there.<br>"OH!"<br>She recovered herself.<br>"Sorry Father I didn't hear you come in, did you want more?"&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-02-2006, 13:33:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols smiles softly at Mary's suprise, though it is obvious that he had been watching her before she realized he was there. He shakes his head when asked about the water.<br><br>`It's not the water I am wanting for, my child.`<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>24-02-2006, 13:43:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary looks at him a little puzzled and glances back into the fridge.<br>"Then would you like me to find you something to eat perhaps?<br>You don't seem to have much in here at the moment, but I could make a sandwich for you if I was inventive....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-02-2006, 14:07:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shakes his head a little, stepping up close, and he sets his hands lightly on her hips.<br><br>`I'll order something, if you like... but I'm not really hungry right now.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>24-02-2006, 14:17:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him innocently he can see that she really has no idea what he wants from her.<br>She doesn't pull away from him, taking this gesture as friendly and after pouring her glass over water, bends slightly to replace the jug.<br><br>"Then I am afraid Father, that I am unable to help you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>25-02-2006, 06:40:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she bends to replace the jug, she'll brush against him, and no doubt feel a more physical sign of his need. He closes his eyes, bowing his head slightly.<br><br>`Mary, how do you see me?`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>25-02-2006, 13:15:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary blinks, it seemed like a strange question.<br>"well.......You are a Priest......."<br>She takes a sip of her water.<br>"And a man, with lovely grey eyes and a kind face and a nice smile when you use it and......very sad and lonely......"<br>Taking another sip of water, she's not sure if she should really have said any of that at all really, perhaps she should have just stuck to saying priest.<br>"Sorry Father" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-02-2006, 01:45:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighs softly, and bows his head. Such a genuine impression, it cut him to the core.<br><br>`Such is a life of service to God, my child. But you are a ray of light which cuts throught the lonliness...`<br><br>His hands unconciously start to wander over her form as he talks, playing out his unspoken thoughts.<br><br>`Tell me Mary, do you feel ashamed of what we did this afternoon? Is that why you've been so shy?`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>26-02-2006, 03:41:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shy Father?"<br>Even though she was trying not to her face blushed redder, his words embarrassed her, but especially as his hands began to wander further than her hips.<br>"No.....I'm not ashamed....and I'm sorry, I didn't know I was being ....shy.... I am just being&nbsp; myself.....I think..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-02-2006, 03:47:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`You need not feel sorry, child...`<br><br>He considers a moment, drawing his hands around her, to embrace her lightly from behind.<br><br>`If it didn't make you feel ashamed, then how did you feel?`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>26-02-2006, 03:53:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary sighed.<br>"It made me feel happy that I&nbsp; could do it and that you enjoyed it."<br>She frowned a little at the priests words, were they especially trained to talk in riddles all the time, or was it a natural ability that helped them decide to become priests?&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-02-2006, 04:00:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`I can definitly asure you I enjoyed it Mary, you are quite gifted. Knowing that no one will judge you in these walls...`<br><br>He hesitates a moment, but decides he's gone past hesitation. Drawing a hand up, he cups one of her breasts.<br><br>`...do you want to take this further? Because I find myself in need of more Mary, I find myself tempted by your body...`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>26-02-2006, 04:10:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leans back towards him,&nbsp; shivering and catching her breath as he touched her breast, feeling his hand hot against her skin, even though her top.<br>"Oh yes Father....I really would....it made me feel so good yesterday....I want to feel that again..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>01-03-2006, 04:48:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Overwhelmed by the moment, and her reactions to his touch, Father Nichols runs a thumb over her nipple through the fabric of her top, and runs his other hand down to pull up the front of her skirt.<br><br>`Then don't deny yourself Mary, spread your legs a little...`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>01-03-2006, 07:16:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Squirming closer to him, Mary moaned as he toyed with her nipple, gasping as he ran his hand under her skirt.<br>Dropping her head back onto his shoulder she did as he asked,&nbsp; he could feel her chest rising and falling, her breath light and rapid, her heart pounding with excitement.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>02-03-2006, 08:48:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Mary accomodates him, the priest slides his hand under her skirt, running it over the fabric of her panties. The motions of his hands, one upon her breast, the other between her legs, both blocked by fabric, are almost teasing. That is until he draws the lower hand up, and slides it into her panties, running two fingers along the length of her slit. Drawing his fingers back, he dips one in, testing to see just how ready she is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>02-03-2006, 09:27:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She almost melted into his hands, squirming and moaning as he touched her, tilting her head back to rest on his shoulder, gasping for breath as her chest heaved.<br>Mary whimpered as he put his hand into her panties, shuddering at his touch, squirming and whining as he probed her.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 00:01:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The moaning and squirms in reaction to his touch are enough to drug Father Nichols away from any worries he might have about the situation, and how far it has gone. Pressed against him, she'll feel the hardness of his member against her back, but he doesn't make any motion to adress it, instead focused completely on her pleasure. He starts to glide one finger into her slowly, while at the same time dipping his head to kiss her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 00:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as he pushed into her, a little moan of pleasure escaping her lips, shivering at his kiss on her shoulder.<br>Mary could feel him hard against her back, it excited her even more, moving her hips back onto him to rub herself against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 00:41:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols groans softly against her shoulder as she rubs back against him, his will to keep focused on her pleasure wavering. But he is a man who has lived a life of quiet restraint, so focused he stays on her. That single finger within her is soon joined slowly by another, testing still, and their pace picks up. As he quickens those fingers, his other hand cups and gently squeezes one of her firm young breasts, thumb rolling around and then over the sensitive nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 01:52:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary whimpered as he pushed in another finger shuddering at the sensation, groaning as he begins to play with her breast.<br>She puts one hand behind her back seeking out his crutch, rubbing his hardness gasping with delight and pleasure.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 21:27:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With two fingers pumping into the young parishoner, and his free hand groping at one of her soft, pliant breats, Father Nichols is throbbingly hard. His arousal is already evident, but when Mary's hand brushed over the bulge in his pants he groans softly against her skin. He could give in, oh how he wanted to. But he didn't, instead the thrusting of his fingers becomes more insistant, and he seeks her hooded clit out with his thumb.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 22:19:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping for air, moans of pleasure and delight escaping with every breath Mary pushed herself further back onto him, trapping her hand between them, rubbing him hard as she ground her hips against him.<br><br>She almost squeeled in delight as she felt him thrust harder and find her clitoris at the same time, driven on by the need to have that close contact and the feelings it gave her once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>06-04-2006, 10:32:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols finds himself praying with near silent, whispry words. Praying that this isn't just some dream, and that he has the fortitude to last with such sensations. Her petite body rubbing against his trapped member; her hand, also trapped, brushing over it; the pleasure is electric, but he's determined that she reach climax before this proceeds any futher.<br><br>With that in mind, the priest rolls his thumb over her clit, slowing his fingers down only enough that he can control those motions more. He tilts his head now, and brushes his lips lightly over one of her ears, his free hand gliding up to lightly pinch one of her nipples.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>07-04-2006, 11:36:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She almost melts into his arms, her knees weak with the miriad of sensations she is feeling, a warm glow rising within her as she tilts her head so he can touch her ear and neck.<br>Gasping she manages to get hoarse whispered words out.<br>"Father.....is there somewhere we could go.......I want you.......you to.......please..take me......"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 09:46:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The need in her voice, the quavering desire, is enough that he could take her right then and there, but he doesn't. Instead, Father Nichols gives a little twist of one of her nipples, and slowly withdraws his fingers from her, raising and offering them to her lips. As he does, he speaks softly, between kisses, into her ear.<br><br>`My room, it's only a few steps away....`<br><br>She's given consent enough he doesn't even second guess what he is about to do anymore. This is providence, divine and well earned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 05:29:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then take me there Father, I need you to fuck me and fuck me hard.......Oh I want you in me Father"<br>She turned and reahing up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, covering his lips with hers, she kissed him hard, a desperate kiss full of longing and need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 11:48:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While she kisses him, and he returns the passionate dance of tounges in full, Father Nichols brings and arm around Mary, he lifts her with a strength one in his line of work doesn't often show, a strength more of body than will. His will, at the moment, is lost to this siren, this lust filled, yet naive, young girl. With only one arm around her, he carries Mary the short distance into the bedroom at the back of the house. The room is small, but comfortably furnished. When he lays her on the bed, it is upon a thick, warm, comforter. But he doesn't give her too long to think about that. As soon as he lays her down, his hands are to his belt, and he is undoing his pants, to reveal in better light than the confessional, his engorged member to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 12:02:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasps as he lifts her trying not to do as her body wants her to and squirm, her arms still wrapped around his neck.<br>She leaves go of him, as he lays her down on the bed, writhing, running her hands down her body, groaning, looking at him with lust filled eyes, whimpering as he loosens his belt, groaning more as she see his hard erection......<br>"Please........oh please ......I so much want you father....."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 12:11:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Without hesitation, any moral stance against their union shattered, he steps forward, and takes her hips in hand, pulling her to the edge of the bed. He slides one hand around her to lift her hips up, using the other to flip up her skirt, to bare her to him. Guiding himself with a free hand, he runs the thick head of his member between her parted lips, looking up into her needy eyes as he does. Uttering words so soft they don't even reach his own ears, the Father leans over her, and glides his length within.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 12:21:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shecries out in pleasure as he pushes himself into her, supporting herself on her elbows, so that she had some leverage and is able to push her hips up towards him, whimpering as she snakes her hips, willing and needing him to push harder and deeper.<br>"Oh.....please father.....please make me cum.........let me feel you inside of me&nbsp; I want you so much....."<br>She groaned and thrust her hips further towards him, almost balanced on her shoulders as she arches her back.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 12:27:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Save for the ocassional empassioned groan, the priest is near silent, letting her cries, and her calls for more wash over him. He is suprised, and pleasantly so, when she raises herself up to thrust against his length. He knew she was eager, but he hadn't known she would be so wanton about it. Shuffling just the tiniest bit forward, he begins to thrust in counterpoint to her own motions, his hands moving back to her hips so that, as she pushes her body forward, he is pulling her up and to the root of his member. He had expected a slow union, but the grunting, driving passion that she is diplaying is bringing out a beast within him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 12:45:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She writhes under his hands, tensing her muscles almost begging and goading him into thrusting into her as her young athletic body squirms around him, as she mewls and whimpers.<br>"More.....oh yes.........more please.........fuck me......fuck me good........I want you....I want your hard cock in me.....harder...please more....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 12:50:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary's youthful resiliency astounds him. While he wasn't thrusting with a frenzy that could be called ravaging by any means, he was pounding deep enough that there had been a moment's fear she might scream in a manner not borne of pleasure. Yet the way she calls to him, it is as if she wants to be used...<br><br>...he shakes off the thought of such domination of her body and spirit, and instead he focuses on that request. Instead of just pulling her onto him, he leans forward moreso and starts to piston his hips in time to each pull, driving his member down into her youthful, but oh so accomodating, depths.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 12:58:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yes........YES!......"<br>She grunts at each thrust, pushing against him, grinding her hips against his, gasping as he fills her.<br>Her body reacting to every touch as she moves further towards him, wanting more, seeking out the pleasure she so much craves.....<br>"YES......MORE...HARDER....OHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh........YES!" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 13:03:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Lord...`<br><br>The one word is uttered with such passion it could well be thankful prayer. Or it could be his way of begging for the stamina to hold out as long a he need to see this girl climax upon him over and over. Shifting a foot back slightly, he twists her hips so that she rotates upon his enfolded member, and he can step closer still, though he doesn't take advantage of the positon to drive himself deeper still, instead he starts into a series of faster thrusts, pistoning himself with greater speed into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 13:15:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A yelp of surprise is followed by a long low groan from deep within her chest, as he twists her around, this time her "Yes" is all but a panting husky whisper, as she braces herself upon the bed, her body being hussled forward as he thrusts into her.<br>"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............good........so......good........."<br>She arches her back, her chest almost flat on the bed as she finds the perfect spot so that she can tighten up against him, yet feel him rubbing against a part that gives her so much pleasure....<br>"HHHHHmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....feels so good......"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 22:07:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols moans rather more loud than before when she tightens upon him, but he is relentless in his desire to bring Mary to climax. Even as he thrusts into her, he leans and cups one of her soft, supple breasts into his hand, rolling his thumb over her nipple. Each thrust is furious now, but restrained by the knowledge he is hitting just the right place. Her cries are a drug to him, washing over him in waves of pure lust. He knows, as much as he would rather it not be the case, that when she finds release, soon he will be at his own peak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-05-2006, 07:30:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her stomach tightened almost to cramping, as the tight ball of muscles gathered their energy. Gasping and groaning as he forces himself past her tightness, relishing the feeling of him hard inside her.<br>A small whine passes from her lips as he touches her breast, but his pinching of her nipple gives just enough extra to push her past the barrier and into an almost painful orgasm.<br>Hurling herself back onto him, Mary screams out as the first wave hit her, then gasping for breath wriths and wiggles as down harder as each throbbing clench of her muscles sends another surge of deep agonising pleasure through her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 04:24:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she cries out, and only then, does he let the sheer estacy of the moment wash over him. Her young body driving back against his length, clenching and unclenching, wracked with orgasm, sends electric jolts of pure pleasure to his very core. He still fights to hold on, though, thrusting twice, three times more, deep and hard, before his entire body tenses, and with a deep moan he finds release, spilling his seed deep within her. Even as he does so, his body rocks against hers, and his arm draws her close. Soon enough, though, he rolls to the side, bringing her with him, and into a silent embrace upon the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 17:53:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary lays next to him, her body curled into the shape of his and sighs, exhausted and contented.<br>It was the feeling that she wanted and that she craved for and now, this was even better, it wasn't just a quick in and out, then run away quickly, she was laying here, with a man still inside her, feeling his warmth and comforted by his presence.<br><br>She had trusted him implicitly and she pushed any doubts away from her mind, after all, if this was what gad wanted of her and her priest had told her that it was not a sin, why should she not accept it.<br>She would keep her dear father and hold onto him forever.....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 10:04:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Remembering their conversation from earlier, that she would not be missed at home, Father Nichols breaks the silence with a wisper.<br><br>`Mary, will you stay the night?`<br><br>As much to give her a sense that someone would miss her if she was gone, as to keep her close to him, he wants her to stay. While it may be a risk, if someone were to drop by, it is one he is more than willing to take, having crossed the threshold from fantasy to reality.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 10:37:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well nobody would miss me would they?"<br>Mary huffed at the thought of being in the 'care' of her brothers. <br>She snuggled closer to the priest , pulling his arms tightly around her as she wiggled as close to him as she could get.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 08:32:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`If you were to leave here, I would...`<br><br>Father Nichols trails off as she wriggles against him. With him still inside of her, the sensation is quite vivid. If she continues, his softened member will be anything but soft soon enough. He is content, though, to let her adjust as she may, and to hold her close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 10:54:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh thats the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."<br>Mary sighed contentedly, moaning quietly to herself as she lay in his arms, her muscles twitching now and then, as if to make sure he was still there, as close and as intimate as a pair could get.<br>For the first time, that she could remember she was feeling safe and comforted, she smiled to herself, wondering what it would be like to live here all the time.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 23:49:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles softly, and leans to brush his lips lightly against one of her earlobes, his words and airy whisper.<br><br>`You deserve nice things Mary, such a kind soul as you are.`<br><br>And, at least in some aspects, so innocent. Perhaps that is what fuels his passion, the innoncence within her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 02:27:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled and squirmed a little, his lips and breath tickled her ear and neck, sending little shivers up into her hairline.<br>"Thank you Father, I try to be good, even if I get bored coming to church all the time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 02:39:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Hmm... well I guess I'll have to keep Church more interesting for you.`<br><br>He grins, and starts to trail the fingers of one of hands lightly over her stomach, shifting his posture slightly. As he does so, he becomes all the more aware of just how close they are at the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 02:47:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary chuckled again.<br>"I'm sorry Father, that was rude, I don't mean you...you're nice....it's just the whole sitting on hard seats for hours on end, too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter and not being out in the fresh air and doing other things." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 10:19:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`I understand, dear child. I was young myself as well...`<br><br>He tilts his head to kiss the side of her neck lightly, his hot breath playing over the wetted skin.<br><br>`What could this old preacher do to keep you more interested?`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 10:53:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squirmed again and giggled as shivers crawled down her neck, ending in a delightfully goose pimpled shudder.<br>"That depends what you are talking about father."<br>Whether he knew it or not, he was teasing her mercilessly and she was becoming more and more lustful as their conversation went on, her muscles squeezed a warning to his manhood, still inside of her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 10:57:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins, a mischevious grin, knowing she can't see it. His hand still trails along her stomach lightly, drawing circles ever lower.<br><br>`Mmmm, I believe I'm talking about you and I, and the Church...`<br><br>He left it for her to interpret, though there's no hiding the lust in his voice now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 11:03:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary squirmed more, her stomach muscles curling away from his tickles as she let out a slight moan as she spoke.<br>"I think......you have caught my attention Father.....But I'm not sure the church has......"<br>Closing her eyes she let the strange and delicious tingling feeling begin it's crawl through her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 21:54:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`I believe I told you before, dead Mary...`<br><br>The fingers lightly playing along her skin draw lower, down her abdomen, lingering there. He brushes his lips along her neck, drawing out the words.<br><br>`You are a blessing... if you chose not to go to Church, then God will not fault you. It is your faith in him that matters, not how you show it. Let me be your temple, your expression of faith and love.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 22:28:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmmmmmmm........yes Father.....no church....."<br>Her breathing began to come in small pants as he continued to trace his fingers along her skin, their feather like touch tingling through her, his lips teasing more goose pimples across her cool soft flesh. She gulped her mouth becoming dry from the small gasps she made, only just managing to whisper through small whimpers escaping from her lips.<br>"Hmmmm.....yes Father.....my....temple....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 01:26:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The panting, the pliant whispers, they draw a lazy, sated smile from him. His fingers draw lower still, brushing over the folds of her sex.<br><br>`And as my body is your temple, yours shall be mine...`<br><br>He draws his hips back slowly, his hardened member withdrawing from her, only to ever so slowly glide back in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 01:59:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary found it hard to believe her luck, only a few short hours ago she had entered the church to confess her sins, to admit that she had lost her virginity in a fit of drunkeness and to admit even more to her shame, that she had enjoyed it.<br>Not only had she been told that it was god's will for her to do so, but she had found herself in almost a constant state of arousal and a real man to make her so.<br>She almost cried out when she felt him withdraw, she wanted more she wanted to stay as she was, filled with him and filled with pleasure, so much so, that when he slid back into her, she almost squeeled with pleasure, her hips automatically moving back to meet him, enticing him further in, further on.<br>After all, god thought it was OK so why shouldn't they?&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 23:32:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Only the day before he might never have dared to hope for such a lovely, naive young girl as Mary to enter his life so thoroughly. While he was sure this wasn't something Godly to be doing, it felt nothing short of it. Why, after all, would the Lord deny such a union?<br><br>For a few long moments he is contented to simply enter and withdraw slowly, achingly so. When time draws out, however, he draws his hands to her hips, and rolls both of them so that she is seated upon his lap, impaled upon his throbbing member. Now it is her turn to dictate the pace, but he doesn't intend to just lie there. His hands are already playing along her soft skin again, working their way up her sides.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 13:45:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary groans and whimpers as she feels him hard inside her....further than she had ever felt anyone before, she squirms a little to get down onto his knee, her wiggling causing sensations like she had never experienced.<br>Leaning forward she feels his shaft forcing her open a little, which causes her to moan with pleasure yet again, never had anything felt so good....<br>"OHHHHHHH..... Father.....this ..is.....wonderful....."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 14:05:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In his current state, the priest is at his most sensative, and when Mary shifts her young body upon his member, he leans his head back to issue a long, moaning breath. Even then, however, she has him so entranced that he does not fully close his eyes, nor take them off of her. He is afraid that if he does so, she will fade away, proving only a dream. He lifts his hips when she moans in kind, pressing against her.<br><br>`My dear Mary, it is you who are wonderful...`<br><br>The words are barely a husky whisper, and are accompanied by a raising of his hands. He trails his fingers lightly over her abdomen, and up along her stomach until he cups her supple breasts. As he does, he leans to kiss upon her shoulder softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 17:13:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary snakes her body at his touch, wanting him to touch every thing, everywhere all at the same time.<br>Her muscles twitch as she moves, she doesn't want to move from where she is, what she is feeling, but her body promises more as even the most minute change in her position gives more and intence feelings for her to experience.<br><br>Leaning forward a little more, she almost jumps at the strange and tantalising tingle she gets as his manhood finds a most sensitive spot, that was good, too good not to experience again, she moves back a little shuddering in pleasure and soon finds herself rocking upon his knee, an almost constant moan of pleasure whispering from her lips. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 01:33:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Mary shifts upon his knee, Father Nichols continues to cup her breasts in his hands, squeezing gently, and brushing his thumbs over her sensative nipples. When she rocks back, and his throbbing memember brushes against her, he lets out a low, gutterual moan. Releasing one of her breasts, he draws a hand down and slides two fingers into her, probing her pussy and getting his fingers good and wet. It is only then that he dares explore that last untouched horizon. He leans back, allowing himself some room, and he draws his fingers to the tightest of passages, lightly rimming his fingers around the tender spot.<br><br>Should she shy away he will withdraw without protest, this is as much for her as it is for him, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 19:23:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt an instant tightening of her muscles around his manhood as his fingers probed her and heard a long whining moan slip from her lips.....<br>"Oh I never ......oh father.....that is.......ohhhhhhhhhh...........more ...please......."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 19:46:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stops, completely, for just a moment when she tightens upon him, so sensitive is he to her every motion at this point. But soon enough a guttural moan rolls over his lips, and at her request he rolls his fingers in a slow circle, probing ever so slightly, even as his manhood slowly sinks into her. His other hand is still cupping one of her breasts, though it might seem more for support, were he not lying down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 19:59:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmmmmmm........the two boys....father.....they took me ..... together.....what you are doing is .....so nice.....so hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........"<br><br>Mary pushed herself back slightly onto his fingers, her tight muscle almost sucking on it, twitching as it pushed against her.<br><br>"It hurts.......so very very much....but so......nice......."<br>Gasping her breasts heaving against his hand. he can feel her muscles tighten again against him...... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 20:06:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she pushes back onto his hand, he stops probing, holding it there so as not to press to fast. When she tells him about the boys, it has him soaring.<br><br>`They... they are boys... my child... you... needed a... man...`<br><br>The hand upon her breast closes upon it, squeezing involuntarily as she clenches upon him, his thumb brushed against her nipple. He lets out a low moan, and when she settles a bit, he slowly starts to withdraw his manhood from her, only to thrust again, fingers still in her bottom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 20:12:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She groans again, her breathing ragged, small beads of sweat trickling slowly down her spine.<br>Her voice is thick with lust when she speaks, almost unrecognisable as her own, deep and gutteral.<br><br>"Fuck me Father.....fuck me hard in any way you choose, use me.....use me like the slut that I am...." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 20:16:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He almost cannot believe the words coming out of Mary's mouth, but even moreso he almost cannot believe how heavily they stoke the fires of his passion. With a small thrust of his fingers into her tightest of holes, Father Nichols withdraws the hand, moving it up to grab ahold of her other breast roughly. Her insistance on being used has brought out a side of him he has been restraining. With a pop of his hips he both buries himself into her, and raises her from the bed. At the top of the arc, he holds her there with only the grip upon her breasts, and he starts to thrust into her from that position with deep, rapid strokes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 20:21:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasps at his sudden movement and the roughness of his hold, holding her breath, savouring the moment.<br>Then begins to breath ragidly her breath forced out of her at each deep forceful stroke, trying to push herself back onto him as he pushed in.<br>"yes....yes.....fuck me father....I'm just a whore for you to use....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 20:26:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While she might want to push back against him, for the moment he denies her that, holding her still at the peak of his thrusting arc. His hands crush into her breasts, but even still his thums are playing over her nipples, teasing at them. His every thrust, it seems, is to the hilt, no restraint there any more. <br><br>`My... little... slut...`<br><br>The word rolls off his tounge in a manner he would never have allowed in anyone's company before, save as an anonymous voice on the internet. Empowered, he lets her fight against his grip to push down until just as he is thrusting upwards, moaning savagely at the counterthrust's intensity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 20:51:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She almost squeels with pleasure as she hears him speak......those words excited her even more and sent her squirming and attempting to push against him harder.<br>"Take me Father..take me......yes......yes......fuck me....." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 01:39:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She calls for him to fuck her, and fuck her he does, for what seems like a small eternity he drives up into her while she pushes down, hands gripping and squeezing at her breasts. When that eternity dawns, he lifts her with an oft unseen strength, and rolls the both of them over. Shifting behind her he is quick to drive his manhood back into her, and continue anew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 02:03:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She groans with pleasure, her stomach tightening at his renewed vigour, it made her feel so alive, the new position even better.<br>It made her tighter, it made him feel bigger, made him have to force into her, force her apart, atke her breath away with his motion she loved it....&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 02:35:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had brought forth an animal within him, a sex crazed beast that the young priest had restrained for many years. Every thrust is accompanied by a grunt, and the air is thick with the smells of their union. Shifting, he places a hand upon Mary's shoulder, to draw her back with each thrust, and the other reaches to stroke her wet sex, in tune with his thrusting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 02:48:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body almost curls up inside, both his rough holding of her shoulder and his other hand touching her began working up a frenzy within, one that she could barely contain.<br>She began to whimper, her keening turning to a whine only punctuated by the force of his thrusts and her gasping for breath as she began to feel the heat rise inside of her yet again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 03:15:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The gasping, needfull whines only drive his lust futher, and Father Nichols finds himself for the first time in a long time thoroughly unmindful of what the reprocussions to his darker side might be. His animal side is served only further by the fact he had climaxed only a short time before. He hasn't felt so alive since he was a teenager, so capable of continuing for what will seem like forever. Leaning over her, he whispers in her ear.<br><br>`Come for me, my slutty angel...`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 04:00:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh&nbsp; YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"<br>Mary screams through a gasp of air trying to fill her lungs and with his next hard thrust she throws herself back onto him, writhing and twitching, her body slick with sweat slithering against him as her muscles locked around him.<br>Pain filled pleasure wracks her body as spasm after spasm of almost unatural strength, causes her to lurch and twist. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 04:52:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Through the writhing and the thrashing, through the moans and the cries of her wild climax, Father Nichols holds still. Even feeling as youthful as he is, if he were to thrust now, or to try and do anything but ride this out, he would likely not last. And so, wanting to prolong this pleasure for the both of them, he holds until she seems to be coming down, and then slowly, ever so slowly, he starts to pull out of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 05:49:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still shuddering and whining, Mary eventually begins to calm, her breath ragged, twitches still tormenting her at every move, she moans and squirms relishing every tiny movement.<br>His withdrawal ellicits another reaction however, a deap whimper as she tried&nbsp; to follow him and not allow him to leave her.<br>"Noooooooooo........please .....noooooooo........" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 06:18:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols takes a grip on Mary's hips, preventing her from pushing back upon his member. He pulls until just the fat head of it is within her, and barely so. Rocking forward a little, pressing between her nether lips. He whispers in a voice worn raw from moaning.<br><br>`Pay for more, my whore from heaven, pray for it to never end...`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 06:26:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please.........."<br>Mary did her best to try and push her way back onto him, she whimpered when she couldn't.<br>"Please god.....please....make him do it more.....please god......don't let him stop...." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 08:15:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That moment, the sheer erotic blasphemy of it would be etched in Father Nichols' mind for as long as he draws breath. Mary, held kneeling before him, his member poised to split her open, and she is begging God for more...<br><br>As if to tease her, he thrusts half into her, and then withdraws fully. He doesn't give her time to protest, however. Hands still holding her in place, he lifts up on his knees some, and presses the throbbing head of his member to hers, the tightest of holes. Just lightly, at first, and then he eases forward, holding her in place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 16:47:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She catches her breath as she feels him enter, a slight stinging sensation and a moan escapes her lips....<br>"Oh....yes......thank you God..........thank you.........ohhhhhhhhhh.....yes......."<br>Mary moves her hips slightly pushing slowly against him, feeling the tip of his erection pushing against the knot of nerves inside her.<br>"OOOOOooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh ......yes............."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 21:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It takes every remaining ounce of constraint in his body to avoid driving his throbbing member as far into her behind as he can manage. He doesn't want to hurt her, not his sweet Mary. He doesn't want to lose her, but she seems to demand so much. He does comply, however, as she pushes back, impaling herself slowly upon his length, he eases up his hold on her hips, and he presses forwards, ever so slowly working himself into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 06:01:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmmmmmmm..........."<br>Her low keen accompanies his movement as does the swivel of her hips as she feels him pushing her wider open. The stinging gone now, all she can feel is his thickness pushing against nerves so sensitive that it makes her shudder in pleasure.<br>Mary closes her eyes as she tilts her head back slightly so she can arch her back and lean further back towards him, her body tingling with yet another new pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 10:35:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As if sensing sudden flushing of pain from her system, he leans forward, hips shifting back, and then he thrusts himself into her tightness, not fully, but deeper than before. While she tilts her head back, he runs a hand up her spine, gripping her shoulder again, though he doesn't pull her back. He leans to whisper in one of her ears.<br><br>`Succumb to it my angelic whore, surrender to the pleasure...`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 11:04:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pushes herself back onto him, feeling him slide deeper and shudders again, moaning with pleasure.<br>"Hmmmmmm.........yes.........surrender........your whore......."<br>Mary begins to work herself onto and back off him.....<br>"Want....more..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 15:37:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The words of surrender, the motion of her hips... it is almost too much. To have her so in need of him, so devoted to the pleasures of the moment, it was something he had sought for so long. Taking a slightly stronger grip on her shoulder now, Father Nichols leans forward, slowly, but without stopping, pushing himself as deep as she will take him. He holds there a long moment, his breath the only sound coming from him. He eases back then, letting up his grip, and he lets her pull back and plunge deeper as she will.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 14:46:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooo..............so..............good........"<br>Breathing heavily mary pushes back onto him, feeling his erection pushing into her, another new experience another torturous pleasure....she continues until her backside reaches his groin and she can go now more, wiggling her hips slowly, relishing the full feeling.....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 22:41:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With his member planted deep within Mary's back end, and her wiggling upon it, Father Nichols' is lost in a sea of pleasures. He leans over her, placing one hand down to support himself, and he holds there while she slowly wiggles, letting her feel full with him, and enjoying just how tight she is upon his length. With his free hand, he reaches up to grasp one of her breasts again, and he brushes his lips along one of her ears.<br><br>`Do you feel it, Mary, do you feel the power you have now, the power the Lord has given you...`<br><br>He can barely speak the words, so ragged is his voice from lustful moaning, but he wants her to feel empowered by the moment, to desire it again and again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 23:05:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moans and gasps each time she hears his voice, each time he touches her in a new place, so much pleasure, so much stimulation.<br>She felt drunk on it, her head swimming, her body not quite where it should be, nothing quite 'normal'<br>She rocks back and forwards on him, the feeling so intense, her husky dry mouthed voice not much more than a whisper.<br>"Yes .....I can feel it .....yes....Father......"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 23:14:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a squeeze, he releases her breast, palm dragging over the nipple, he runs his hand down her stomach, and further down, to caress her ever as she presses back against him.<br><br>`Never deny yourself this, my child... this power you have...`<br><br>He slowly stars to rock as well, working his member in time with her movements. Each word is punctuated by a ragged moan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>20-06-2006, 11:20:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No..Father...."<br>Her body quivers at every move, small whimpering moans with every stroke, her body bathed in a sheen of sweat.<br>"Ooooooooooo......I mean.....yes....Father....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>23-06-2006, 05:46:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One hand stroking across her, thumb seeking the most sensative of spots, he continues to drive himself into her, knowing he will not last long.<br><br>`Mary, tell me... where...`<br><br>He can't even finish asking. If he doesn't concentrate, he won't be able to hold out long enough for her to choose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>27-06-2006, 09:22:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She doesn't hear him, his voice blocked by pleasure and the pounding of her heart in her ears.<br>Almost sitting on him she pushes him into her with a groan of pleasure, swivelling her hips so that she can feel every part of him inside her, every part of her around him.<br>Moaning she can feel her muscles tightening yet again as he searches for her most sensitiveareas, her body shuddering, every nerve alight with the newness of his actions and the pleasure it gave her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>27-06-2006, 13:03:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even if she had responded, it would have been too late. When she starts to swivel upon him, Father Nichols lets out a loud moan, and his body tenses. He thrusts hard, and erupts within the tight confines currently sheathing his member. Even as he climaxes, he continues the stroking, teasing motions with his thumb, although they are intermittant, now, as his hips pop slowly, causing him to thrust several times more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>27-06-2006, 13:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She freezes as he cums, feeling him throb and push harder into her, making her muscles tense and aching, it feels so good so very very good. <br>And as he continues to thrust his thumb finds the perfect spot, making her shudder and moan once more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>27-06-2006, 19:47:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling her shudder upon him leaves him temporarily blind, but he works his thumb over that spot, trying to encourage another climax from her. His seed spilled within the tight confines of her backside, he is left in an extremely sensative state, and her every shudder is an eternity of esctacy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>27-06-2006, 23:16:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her movements become more eratic as he continues to entice another orgasm from her, she still feels him inside, pushing into her, hot and sticky, making her groan even thinking about it.....<br>So wrong.....so wrong so they tell her, have told her, yet a man of god still whispers to her telling her it is good, it is worship, it is right.<br>Pushing herself against him, she feels herself becoming hot, her stomach burning like a furnace, her muscles twitching and tightening around him and under his thumb and fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 18:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As wrong as she has been told this is, this carnal union between them, he knew it to be more so. The lines he had crossed, that he had brought her across with him, were lines he would never be able to return from. He had broken vows most sacred, and in doing so had misled a young, impressionable, girl. But with her tightening upon him, at the motions of his hand, and with her reactions to their union, he had to question just how wrong it was. The pleasure they both felt was supposed to be a blessed thing, was it not? There was a connection there that was made by God himself, so why would people call it anything but right?<br><br>Leaning over her, he presses his lips to her shoulder, thumb still working that spot, and he whispers softly. `Blessed are we child, in this moment...`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 18:28:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could have been talking about anything at that moment, could have been ordering pizza, or which oil he had used on his bicycle chain, because it wasn't his words, but his voice that she heard and his hot breath that she felt and it made her every nerve jangle inside her.<br><br>The groan that came with her orgasm was almost unwordly, deep and heavy it came from some where far down within her. <br>No jumping and jerking this time, no manic squeels and squeeks, she was frozen with a deap burning pleasure that flowed through her like melted chocolate into a moulde. It filled every part of her, every nooke and cranny, wrapped her up and stole her mind bit by bit until she could feel nothing else and at that moment she changed, nothing or no-one would be able to tear her away from him, she was his, he had stolen everything that was her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-06-2006, 02:15:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a long while, after she reaches the climax which reforges her soul, and which will prove to unite them, he doesn't move, save for the occassional brush of his thumb. There, buried deep within her, he has shed his vows completely, he has found a new purpose. True, he will go on wearing the cloth, but from this moment on he lives only to bring Mary pleasure, and to push her boundries still further. He can sense it, that she is his now, and the thought is more invigorating than any that has ever crossed his mind before. When some time has passed, he speaks softly.<br><br>`Perhaps we should sleep, my child. The new morning will find us with energy anew.`<br><br>He doesn't withdraw quite yet, from within her. Nor does he stop the occasional brush of his thumb.<br><br>`I would have you share my bed, if you would...`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-06-2006, 12:32:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded to him, her body still reacting to every touch he made, groaning and whimpering as he withdrew from her, feeling as though she was empty and lost only to be wrapped in his arms as they lay down to sleep.<br><br>The next morning when he awoke, his home was silent, she was gone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>01-07-2006, 19:33:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sighing softly as his eyes come to focus, Father Nichols bows his head, and speaks a prayer of thanks for what had happened the day prior. He had expected to wake up alone, but hoped it would not be so. He takes his time in getting out of bed, but when he does, he starts into his daily routine, aware that it might be all he has left again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>01-07-2006, 21:22:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Father!"<br>It had been two days since he had seen Mary and her call heralded a knock at the door from her brother who stood next to her.<br>"Father, I've brought Bobby and that paint I was talking about?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>02-07-2006, 04:50:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For two day Father Nichols had immersed himself in the priestly life. He did not intend to forget Mary, nor would he ever. He just didn't know what to think, or what the Lord's plan was for them. So, with her gone, he had once more gone about his solitary duties. He had just finished talking on the phone with a shut in, aranging for a private service, when there is the call at his door. Instantly his mood shifts, and a smile alights his face. He is halfway to the door when she mentions her brother.<br><br>`I'll be one moment.`<br><br>When he comes to the door, it is in the garb he wears day to day, complete with collar. The smile on his face is warm, and thankful.<br><br>`You've come to paint my humble home, have you? And with help as well. Welcome, Bobby.`<br><br>He offers a hand to the young man, in friendship.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>02-07-2006, 11:22:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby held out his hand and shook with vigour, he was a local sports hero and they all had high hopes for him.<br>"'Fraid not Father, just helping Mary get the stuff here, got practice in an hour."<br><br>Her picked up two large cans in each fist.<br>"Where you want then then?"<br><br>Mary, arms full of brushes, rollers and dust sheets faught off her desire to run up to him and cover him in kisses, she had missed him so much.<br>"Have you got step ladders and things Father? We've got some in the truck if we need them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>02-07-2006, 11:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While he had been fully willing to welcome Bobby into his home, the thought of being alone again with Mary pleases the good Father. He looks around a bit, and gestures to a cleared spot by the door. `You can set them right down here if you like, I should be able to handle them from there.`<br><br>He moves to help Mary with her loaded arms, exchanging a quick, inviting glance, and he helps her carry the things inside. `I have a few stepladders, for cleaning, they should do just fine.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>02-07-2006, 11:59:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary grins at the Father, her eyes twinkling as she hands him the arm fulls of painting equipment.<br>"Got some more stuff in the truck father, be back in a minute."<br><br>Bobby had already headed off that way.<br><br>They brought back a box of soft furnishings, curtains, chair covers and then Bobby humped in a large rug, big enough to fit the small living room.<br>Mary stood grinning as the things piled up.<br>"My parents thought it digraceful when I told them how badly in need your home needed decorating Father." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>03-07-2006, 06:07:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`The Lord has surely blessed me, that I have such kindness in my life.` And such an insatiable young girl. Of course, with her brother still around, he has to quell those thoughts, for the moment. <br><br>When Bobby crosses the threshold with the carpet, Father Nichols moves to help him set it down, so he doesn't hurt himself in the process. The gifts are truly staggering, and the look upon the humble man's features shows just how appreciative he is.<br><br>`I'll have to thank your parents when I see them next. Bobby, would you like a drink before you head off? I've got some lemonade in the fridge.` It wasn't that he wanted the boy to stay, as it was the right thing to ask, to maintain the illusion he did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>03-07-2006, 08:55:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nah......I'll have to be goin' Father, thanks anyway."<br>As he turned her gave his Mary a playful push.<br>"Be good for the Father Sis, enjoy yer penance."<br>With a quick wave Bobby was on his way down the path and off to practice, Mary stood watching him leave shaking her head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>03-07-2006, 14:47:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols bids Bobby a good practice, and thanks him again. He smiles at the display of sibling razzing, and waits until he is gone to turn and look to Mary. The smile on his face is warm, and a touch thankful as well. `I'd though you wouldn't return.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>03-07-2006, 15:35:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him.<br>"Parents, brothers, paint, rugs, I camw back as quickly as I could"<br>She appeared to be a little uncertain may be even shy.<br>"But I missed you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>07-07-2006, 01:23:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking to her, that uncertain and timid smile upon her face, Father Nichols heart swells... of course it's not quite alone.<br><br>`I understand, child, and missed you quite dearly as well. Now, where shall we begin?`<br><br>As much as his body cries out to feel her touch, to explore her with lips and hands, he remains calm, focused for the moment. He doesn't want to scare her away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>07-07-2006, 01:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary shrugged.<br>"That living room, how can you <em>'LIVE'</em> in that?"<br>She grinned as she walked past him and stood in the doorway her hands on her hips.<br>"I've got dust covers for the furniture and if we get this room done first, then we can get rid of that rug out of the hall and the curtains."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>07-07-2006, 02:11:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasps in mock indignation at the assualt upon his decorating prowess, which of course is non existant. He is but a humble servant of God, after all, not an artist of any calibre. When she walks past, he can't help but give her bottom a playful swat, and he grins innocently.<br><br>`Well then, we'll be up all night if we don't get to it, won't we?`<br><br>Of course being up all night isn't always that bad...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>07-07-2006, 03:00:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary jumps at his playfull smack, blushing slightly.<br>She picks up a large wash basket of old sheets and dust covers, then nods towards the tins of paint.<br>"You choose the colours you have to live with it, I tried to bring ones I thoguht you might like."<br>Leaving him she entered the room and began to cover the furniture.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>07-07-2006, 07:05:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blush, the shy looks, she was such an innocent... until they hit the bedroom, it was a combination alluring and addictive as a drug. But he manages to exercise some manner of restraint. He is a priest, after all. His is meant to be a life of restraint.<br><br>`I was thinking something warm, break from the drab around me...`<br><br>He's not going to say that drab is the Church, but everyone thinks it at some time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>07-07-2006, 14:21:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary calls form the other room, her voice a little muffled as she wrestled with a dust sheet placing it carefully over his desk so as not to disturb too much.<br>"Well there is some terracota and some dark red and some creamy colour as well, perhaps we can mix it until we get a colour you like?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>08-07-2006, 06:48:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles, and moves into the other room, to join her and help with the dust cover. She's being so carefull with his things, but there isn't much to be carefull of. Still, it's nice to see, and her presence is once more refreshing.<br><br>`I think that would be quite nice. This old place is a clean slate, so we're free to expiriment...`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-07-2006, 07:04:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well....There's one good thing."<br>Mary stretched her back as she stood up, her hands above her head, almost as a dancer would.<br>"You have kept it clean Father, so there's not any preperation to do, so lets get mixing and painting shall we?"<br>Picking up an old shirt, obviously her father's or one of her strapping borther's, judgeing by the size of it, from the basket the dust sheets were in, she paused for a moment, then headed for the kitchen.<br>"Ermmm....I'll just go in here and get changed first." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>08-07-2006, 07:07:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The look he gives her, when she shows such a demure nature towards changing in front of him, brings a soft smile to his face.<br><br>`Do you not think I can control myself, Mary? While I imagine it will be hard to do, you need not worry about changing here.`<br><br>Hard to resist the temptations of her flesh? That was an understatement on his part. He need not even need see her change to already have images of her flashing in his mind, but to his credit, he acts the perfect gentleman.<br><br>`If you wish, I shall turn my head.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-07-2006, 07:19:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary stopped, she looked down at the floor her face burning bright red.<br>"No Father I just wasn't sure.....I didn't think you.....well I thought the other day was just....."<br>Her voice trailed off, not being able to say what she thought, she wasn't sure if the intimate time they had spent together had just been the one time they would do anything like that. She hadn't been sure that she should come back, but she had made a promise and always tried to keep those and his house did need cheering up.<br>Mary turned back to the kitchen, her voice even quieter.<br>"I'll just change in here if that's alright." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>08-07-2006, 07:22:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As if reading her mind, and sensing the doubt within it, Father Nichols' smile grows warmed still. He crosses the space between them in a few short steps, careful to stop if she seems spooked. When he comes close, he lightly places a hand on one of her shoulders, and leans to brush his lips to hers.<br><br>`The other day wasn't meant to be a one night affair... at least I didn't mean it to be so.`<br><br>He looks into her eyes, finding himself lost in her innocence.<br><br>`Wherever you are comfortable, Mary. The choice is yours...`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-07-2006, 07:39:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at him, her whole body almost collapsing in relief, even though she blushes even more, her mouth dry with nervousness and excitement.<br>"I need a drink of water anyway."<br><br>Walking it to the kitchen, Mary turned on the tapping allowing it to run while she stripped off her clothes, it was going to be another hot day and painting was hard and sweaty work, so in that strange contadictory way that she had, she stripped right down to her panties.<br>The water was cool, she splashed her face with it trying to cool away her blush, wishing that she was grown up enough not to go red at the slightest remark, then filled a glass and took a long drink before pulling on the over sized shirt and returning to the living room.<br><br>Mary took a deap breath as she entered in an attempt to recover from the earlier embarrassment and smiled.<br>"There's another shirt there if you need one to work in, it doesn't matter if thses get paint on them."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>08-07-2006, 12:27:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He simply nods as she says she needs water, and watches as she goes. Such a conflicted soul, but so full of love and lust. While she is gone he goes about setting up some other dust covers. when she returns, and points out the shirt, he smiles, nodding his head.<br><br>`My thanks. I was thinking of what to wear, my own wardrobe being rther limited.`<br><br>He moves off to gather up the shirt, and shucks his own, revealing his suprisingly toned torso to her. Without a thought about it, he slides the shirt on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-07-2006, 12:32:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right....."<br>Mary walked back into the hall and began rummaging through the paint tins, picking out a dark burgundy red.<br>"This one only has about a quarter in, so if we find that terracota and some cream, we might be able to mix a rectory special and you will have a unique colour that no other priest could copy"<br>She bent low over the pots checking the sides of them for the colour, having to lean right over to the furthest away. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 18:25:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He follows close behind her, smiling softly. The thought of bringing some life to this place was quite appealing, though perhaps claiming to be the only one with such a color would be too... vain for him. Knowing it, though, and knowing she had made it possible, would be quite enough.<br><br>`That sounds quite...`<br><br>He trails off when she bends over, revealing her panty clad bottom to him. Coughing to cover the slip, he continues, though he can feel a stirring down below he can't quite control.<br><br>`...quite nice, Mary. A little warmth, and a personal touch.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 18:36:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh here it is Father, she leaned further over to reach the cream colour she was looking for, then stood up grinning."<br>She picked up the other can with the teracotta in it and wandered back into the living room.<br>"Now all we need is something long and thick to stir it with."<br>Mary found the old screw driver in amongst the rollers and brushes she'd brought and bent down to open the tins, the loose shirt bagging at the front as she did so.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 19:44:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she looks up, he manages to avert his eyes to a less lecherous position, and the warm smile remains on his face. He nods in acknowledgement she has found the right paint, content to let her direct the project, as it is very much hers to do. When she mentions needing something long and thick, he almost comments, but he restrains himself, if his body doesn't show a similar restraint. When she starts to open the tins, he draws closer, positioning himself unconsciously so she'll more than likely see his arrousal if she looks up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 19:58:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well Father?"<br>Mary is struggling hard with the lids, they had all been used and two of them were stuck fast, she leant further down sticking her backside in the air so that she could get better purchase.<br>"Long and thick, I'll need a good prod."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 20:08:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not being able to help himself anymore, not with such unwitting implications, and such a view. He stands off to the side still, but reaches to lightly run his fingers along the curve of Mary's bottom.<br><br>`I bet you do at that, dear child.`<br><br>Of course he internally winces in the moments after, knowing how he's just misinturpreted her request, and he innocent actions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 20:16:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary blushes furiously again and looking up comes face to face with his crotch.<br>"Errrrmmmmm......."<br>She turns her head back to the paint pots.<br>"I was talking about getting the skin off the paint Father."<br><br>Though after his random carress she too was beginning to think of other things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 20:23:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols laughs softly, more at his own foolishness than at the blush, though he must admit there is a level of primal lust spawned by it. He lets his fingers linger a moment before withdrawing them.<br><br>`I'm sorry, Mary. I should show more restraint, lest I seem like some kind of lecherous old man...`<br><br>Not that he is all that old at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 20:28:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her head still down she shook her head.<br>"No Father, not old and I.........." <br>Her voice trailed off, she was still unsure of this strange relationship and wasn't quite sure of what or how to say things, she cursed herself for being so inept.<br><em>"How do I tell a priest I want him to fuck my brains out?"&nbsp; </em> <br><br>".....I don;t think you're old or lecherous Father.....you're....nice...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 20:41:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unwittingly, while she shakes her head, her panty clad bottom shakes as well, and it brings about a soft grunt. Is there something he's hearing in her voice, something beyond the uncertainty?<br><br>`Mary, you know you don't need to mask your words with me. Whatever it is you feel, whatever you want to say, while it is just you and I there are no barriers.`<br><br>Or was he reading too much into things?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 20:49:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sighing Mary stood up, her face still hot and red, infact her blush travelled down her neck and onto her chest.<br>She looked at him, biting her lip, really not sure that what her said was true, but taking in a deap breath she opened her mouth and blurted out.<br>"Father do you want to fuck me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 21:03:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A mischevious smile alights Father Nichols' features when she asks that, one that pretty much tells the tale. There is such innocence in the way she asks, even though it is such a naughty propositon.<br><br>`That depends, dear child, do you want me to fuck you?`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 21:17:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She goes even redder and leans over to rifle through the basket of dust covers and brings out a pornographic magazine, not even looking at him in her embarrassment.<br>Even the front cover shows women in different stages of undress, their limbs bound and tied in different possitions.<br>Mary drops her head, her hand hovering as if to snatch it back, her voice very unsure and quiet.<br>"I found this in my brothers room looking for his lost football sock.....I would like to try that .....please.." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 21:37:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The innocent approach to what is obviously lust on her part has him throbbing, and he can barely focus, that is until she brings out the magazine. Taking it carefully from her, he examines the cover, looking at the girls bound upon it.<br><br>It is as if she had looked inside the deep recesses of his mind, and had pulled from within it one of his darker desires. His breathing goes soft, as he opens the magazine, looking it over. On his harddrive there are such images, though he had never though he would be able to indulge in recreating them.<br><br>`Are you aware of what you ask for, Mary?`<br><br>His voice is soft, but the desire is obvious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 21:43:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary dropped her head further, believing that she had asked for something so perverted and disgusting that he was going to ask her to leave, she stared at her feet, almost in tears.<br><br>"Yes Father, I'm sorry Father ......I just wanted to try....I'm sorry, should I go now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 21:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frowning softly, not at her words, but the fact he seems to have hurt her, Father Nichols reaches to place the crook of a finger lightly under her chin, to lift it so he can look in her eyes.<br><br>`There is no need to be sorry, Mary. Remember, here there is no one to judge you. If this will make you happy, then I will try my best to help, though I have never done such things before.`<br><br>He has never done anything like he has with her, before, but he had at least had sex before taking on the cloth. The bondage was another matter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 21:55:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary's shoulder visibly relaxed as she gave a sigh of relief, thankful that he wasn't cross with her.<br>"But only if you want to as well Father?"<br>She looked hopefully up at him, but tried not to look too keen incase he felt that he must do it.<br>"It doesn't really matter, honestly....we could still.....you know....just have sex?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 23:44:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The smile he wears now is warm, but tinged with a deep seated lust. He leans to brush his lips to hers, whispering softly.<br><br>`I want to, dear Mary, trust me I very much do...`<br><br>He had some rope in the toolshed behind his house, but he wasn't so sure it would be suitable. While he had downloaded his share of photos online, he had never gone much further than fantasy when it came to this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 23:53:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary smiled back.<br>"Oh.....thankyou Father! Thankyou....you are really good to me....thankyou!"<br>She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him hard on the cheek.<br>"Do you want to do it now?..... I don't mind we could do it later if you want?"<br><br>Looking down at the opened tines she sighed.<br>"Perhaps we should wait?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-07-2006, 04:14:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reflexivly, Father Nichols wraps an arm around her when she hugs him, one hand resting upon her bottom. The exhuberence she is showing, the excitement at the thought of being bound, it is enough that he is quite rigid, which she no doubt will feel. When she mentions waiting, he looks to the paint, still holding her close.<br><br>`I imagine if we set the lids back on them, they'll hold.`<br><br>With the subject broached, he couldn't wait through hours of painting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-07-2006, 04:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her smile beamed at him.<br>"Yes it probably will....."<br>Letting go of him, she began to push the lid back on and became quite coy and hessitant again.<br>"Errrrmmmm.....where are we going to do it Father?"<br>She gave him a quick sideways glance as if she were checking if she had said the right thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-07-2006, 04:45:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sudden shifts from bubbling confidence to demure trepidtion were lovely, but he really did need to find a way to boost Mary's self confidence. It would come in time, though. For now, he simply smiles a warm smile, and indicates the back door.<br><br>`I have a tool shed out back. I store some rope there that might be suitable for our needs.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-07-2006, 04:57:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at him, a little unsure of his meaning, she hessitated again and looked down at the tins again.<br>"And........you want to .....sort of ...well....tie me up in the shed?"<br>She scratched her nose nerviously, that really excited her a lot, but what if they were caught outside like that, he may as well suggest the church for their experiment for it would infact be less dangerous. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-07-2006, 05:40:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If he'd known her thoughts, and that she was thinking of him tying her up inside of the church, he would have thrown her over his shoulder and brought her there right away, squirming protest or not. But alas, he is no mindreader.<br><br>`It's tucked away to the back of the property, and few people know where to find it. Is there someone else you had in mind?`<br><br>This was her fantasy as much as his, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-07-2006, 05:44:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary giggled.<br>"Oh thats OK then, I was thinking that the church would be better than outside."<br>She giggled again, blushing slightly at even the thought. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>11-07-2006, 05:57:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols eyes alight when she words her thoughts, and his pants are suddenly quite a bit tighter. He shifts his footing, to look better at her, a smile upon his face which is full of vigor.<br><br>`The Church? Well Mary, my dear, I didn't know you had such thoughts...`<br><br>He remembers well her confession...<br><br>`Meet me at the alter, and have yourself suitably ready for me. I shall be a few minutes.`<br><br>His tone wasn't harsh, but bore a hint of command to it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>11-07-2006, 06:13:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched him leave, biting her lip as she did so.<br>What on earth was 'suitable attire' for being tied up in a church?<br>Shrugging she pulled on her short skirt and t-shirt and made her way to the church.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-07-2006, 02:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Father Nichols enters the church, coming from the back, into the small antenroom behind the alter, he is once more in his priestly attire. Not the formal, but the day to day black, with the collar. In one hand he carries a coild of thin, soft rope. One selected especially for what they were about to do. He enters silently, and moves to stand behind the alter, looking to see what she will do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>12-07-2006, 15:29:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary sat demurely on the front pew, she looked up as he walked in, her eyes following him as he walked to the alter, curious over the fact that he had his collar on, perhaps he had changed his mind?<br>To her consternation she blushed hot and red again when she saw the rope.<br>It immediately made her feel turned on, her body tingling with anticipation, her breathing becoming a little quicker. <br>She looked at the tiled floor and spoke in a quiet voice.<br>"What should I do now Father, I'm.....I'm not sure....." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>15-07-2006, 03:32:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Crossing the floor with sweeping steps, Father Nichols steps down the two steps from the alter, and to her. Stopping in front of Mary, and noting how flushed she looks, the young priest smiles. The very fact she seems to turned on by the sight of him, and the sight of the rope, has him quite arroused. Placing the fingers of his free hand lightly under her chin, he draws her eyes upwards, to look to his.<br><br>`Just do as I say, and if something is wrong, tell me my child.`<br><br>He considers her, seated there under the eyes of the Lord. What he doesn't say is that he's not entirely sure what to do, where to go next. But to see her so, it makes him want to at least try to do right by her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>15-07-2006, 03:58:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary gave him a small smile as he spoke and nodded.<br>"Yes Father"<br>Of course she trusted him, she tried to stop herself from blushing and to calm herself down, she took a deap breath.<br>"Whatever you say Father" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>15-07-2006, 04:10:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling a warm smile, Father Nichols brushes a thumb lightly across her lips. He nods when she agrees to follow what he says, and considers a moment.<br><br>`Kneel up on the pew, facing the front of the church. Hands behind your back.`<br><br>He's going to start nice and simple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>15-07-2006, 04:22:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She immediately did what he asked, excitement lighting up her eyes as she looped her feet under the backrest so that she could kneel.<br>Putting her hands behind her back pushed her breast out a little as she turned her head towards him.<br>"Is this right Father?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>17-07-2006, 21:06:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The excitement in her eyes, as much as the fact she is now presented rather deliciously before him, has Father Nichols barely able to restrain a smile. When she looks back, his face is stern, but only to fit with the role he now plays.<br><br>`It is good, my child.`<br><br>He moves to stand just behind her, sliding the end of the rope between his hands, judging a length of it. Looping the rope around her wrists, he speaks softly.<br><br>`If the binding it to tight, do not hesitate to tell me.`<br><br>That said, he secures a knot in the looped rope, and begins to sych it around her wrists, to hold her arms behind her back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-07-2006, 21:21:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary quickly turned her head back to face forwards again, a little touch of fear in her voice.<br>"Yes Father, thank you Father." <br>She felt him tie the wropes around her wrists, they felt good, she stifled a little twinge of panic, telling herself that the Father would not do her any harm, how could he?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>22-07-2006, 10:42:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The way she defers to him as Father, even in this act of carnality, creates within him an almost overwhelming sense of control. That control is futher exercises as he secures her wrists using a simple, but effective cross pattern to make sure her arms are restrained thoroughly. He had never done this before, but he had read upon the technique, and proved quite adept at it. Soon enough her hands were bound, and he steps away from his handiwork, walking around the pew in a slow circle, observing her for any signs of discomfort.<br><br>`How does it feel, my child?`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-07-2006, 10:50:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled snaking her body and pulling at her tether to test his handy work, the way he had tied her had arched her back slightly and pushed out her chest, he could see how she was aroused by her nipples pushing hard and firm against the thin cottom top she wore.<br>Mary moved her hips, her wrists held tight with the rope.<br>"It feels........good.....Father.....uncomfortably good......" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>22-07-2006, 10:57:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unable to keep his face a complete mask of stone, Father Nichols' smile is a warm one, though his eyes show a hint of something else. He raises one hand, drawing it lightly across one of her cheeks.<br><br>`Is it what you hoped, my child?`<br><br>He was not so sure what limits she had, or where she hoped to go with this, but whatever she wanted, he would try to accomodate. As potential masters go, he is learning the way of things still. But even as he asks, his hand drops from her face, tracing the inticing curve of one of her breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-07-2006, 11:05:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered as he traced his fingers down over her breast, her eyes flickering shut for a moment.<br>"Hmmmmmmm.......yes Father, but I want more......like in those pictures......"<br>Her chest heaved as if breathing were an effort, her mind wandering back to that magazine she had found. <br>Women tied and bound in many different ways, so that they could be used and abused, she could see herself in those picture with her Priest doing the abusing and the using, she trusted him and wanted him to do it to her, it made her stamoch knot just thinking about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>03-08-2006, 08:10:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`You wish to be bound more completely, do you my child? I fear we might need some more supplies for that.`<br><br>He brushes his thumb over her nipple, and reaches for the spare end of the rope. He drops it down behind her, and through the gap in the pew where her feet rest. When short on supplies, one must improvise. Trailing his hand up to her chin, the smile on his face warm, yet slightly dark, he walks around to kneel behind the pew, so that he can secure her feet to it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>05-08-2006, 14:49:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary shuddered at his look.<br>She had seen nothing but gentleness before, but that look was more, far more. It excited her, almost brought a gasp from her lips, a chill of excitement flowed through her, she could feel herself becoming more arroused with every move that he made.<br><br>"Please father, tie me tightly, I want you to, then I want you to do whatever you wish to me....." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>19-08-2006, 08:36:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols' smile doesn't waver when she asks to be used. He had seen it coming, had hoped for it, and now those sweet words rung in his ears. He kneels behind the pew, drawing first one of her ankles, then the other through the gap. It takes a bit of creativity on his part, but soon he has her ankles bound, legs pulled apart, leaving her kneeling upon the pew. He stands behind her a long moment, running a hand over her curls. He has read that binding of the hair can be quite thrilling to some, but he doesn't have the equipment, nor is he comfortable at this point trying to improvise. Testing her bonds, he lets his face don a dark cast, and he walks to stand before her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>19-08-2006, 13:54:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She too pulled at the bindings, relishing the way in which the hardness of the bench under her rubbed her wrists and ankles and made her knees ache a little.<br>Mary's heart fluttered, not knowing what he was going to do or why he had her in this position, she was almost panting with excitement.<br>As she felt him moving around her she held her breath her eyes darting toward where she could hear him, but his sturn look made her flush and she dropped her head, so she didn't have to look at him, feeling that he may be cross with her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>20-08-2006, 11:18:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The good Father is far from cross with his sweet parishoner. Far from it indeed. When she bows her head, Mary will feel a hand gently cup her chin, and lift it up. As her eyes pass the level of his crotch, on the way to his still stern face, she will see that Father Nichols is undoing the fly of his pants with one hand, readying himself to take advantage of her all but helpless state.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>20-08-2006, 11:31:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart flutters as hears his zipper, then sees what she is doing.<br>Mary tilts her head up to look at him her eyes wide and excited, her face flushed with anticipation.<br>Her knees are beginning to ache now, from the hardness of the pew and the rigidity of the way in which he'd tied her, but the pain just added to what was happening.<br>She gulped and licked her lips, her breathing short little gasps.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>20-08-2006, 11:41:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her eyes upon him, and no need to keep her head in place, Father Nichols smiles softly, and leans to kiss her forehead even as he drops his pants, and fishes out his throbbing erection. `Bless you, child.` He stands after the whispered words, the head of his member hanging mere inches from her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>20-08-2006, 11:46:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She visibly trembled as she looked at him, then leant forward a litle sticking out her tongue to touch the tip of his erection, then back to him again, her eyes dark with lust, a small moan on her lips.<br><br>Mary was just about to say something when she turned her head sharply towards the vestry door, left slightly open.<br>She hissed in whispered panic as she heard the outer door open.<br>"There's someone coming....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 08:57:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The touch of her little pink tounge to the head of his cock draws a groan which almost shatters his stern look. But Father Nichols holds out, and he is just reaching to slide a hand in her hair when she lets out the alarmed words.<br><br>He shoots one look towards the Vestry, then back to her. He can't just leave her tied up like this.... but if someone really is there, it'll take to long to untie her, won't it? Hastily he tucks himself away, leaning to whisper softly to her.<br><br>`I'll try to steer them away quickly. I won't leave you here like this...`<br><br>He waits to see if she is truly ok with that before moving away. If she isn't, if he sees anything but acceptance in her eyes, he will stay, whether he is caught or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 09:07:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wide eyed with fright and panic Mary nods and tried to sit as quietly as possible.<br><br>As he hurries towards the vestry, he hears a familier voice, Shiella O'rielly one of the church helpers who 'did' the flowers for special occasions.<br><br>Mrs O'Rielly was a woman in her late forties, a no nonsense woman and a bit of a gossip to boot.<br>"Are you there Father? I called in at the Rectory, but it appears you have the decorators in, not that they are there either...."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 09:20:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the voice of one of his more chatty parishoners, Father Nichols groans, but softly, so that he can recover his senses. Mary's body had him afire, and he had to supres the throbbing of his member. He quickly makes his way to the door, arriving in more than enough time to close it behind him, and to do an affable smile.<br><br>`Ah Mrs. O'Rielly, how does the day find you? I was just tending to some cleaning, finishing things up. As for the decorators, they had to go and get some supplies they forgot. Is there something I can assit you with?`<br><br>All the while, while he seems calm, he is thinking about violating Mary's body upon the pew.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 09:29:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh...that was just what I was here for Father, I have the flowers in my car ready to do the arrangements for the wedding tomorrow."<br>Mrs O'Rielly unfolded her pudgy arms and looked at him.<br>"You've been working hard Father, you've worked yourself a sweat by the looks of it."<br>She began to fold up her sleeves.<br>"I'll be comin' to give you a hand I think."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>25-08-2006, 03:11:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Knowing that Mary is helplessly bound beyond the door sends a chill of fear and excitement coursing through Father Nichols' blood. When Mrs. O'Rielly all but tells him she is going to help, the priest's mind works quicksilver fast.<br><br>`I think it would be best if we brought the flowers down to the basement first. It's cooler down there, and they'll be out of the light, and less likely to wilt prematurely. We want them to look their best, after all, for the blessed union.`<br><br>The wedding, how had he forgot? Even with the rememberance, though, it is another kind of union which pre-occupies his thoughts.<br><br>`There's nothing left to do inside as it is. We'd be better off getting the flowers safely stowed, so they can be brought up in the morn, when we have more hands to do the aranging.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 01:57:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mrs O'Rielly looked at him for a moment.<br>"All clean and ready you say Father?"<br>She seemed a little puzzled by this and threatened over her position in this as well.<br>"We've been calling in extra help have we then?" <br><br>She stared at him for a moment longer, as though trying to work something out, then shrugged.<br>"I suppose you're right about the flowers, it is uncommonly warm at the moment. Will you be helping me to take them down then Father, or is there something else you should be attending to?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 23:23:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`I'll join you momentarily, but feel free to start without me.` He waits until she agrees, and heads out to her vehicle, before crossing through the door again.<br><br>Worried beyond belief that he has left Mary too long, Father Nichols crosses the space between the door and the pew on long steps. Stopping before her, he kneels, placing a light kiss upon her lips. `Mrs. O'Rielly just dropped by, she's moving flowers to the basement.`<br><br>As worried about her as he is, and about getting caught, Father Nichols is once more throbbing at the sight of Mary's innocent form bound and ready for him to use.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 23:39:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary's eyes are dark saucers of both fright and arousal, her heart is almost in her mouth as it thumps hard and fast in her heaving chest, but she manages to give him a fleating smile as he kisses her.<br><br>"What.....what if she.....if she see's me?"<br><br>She almost squeels as the handle to the vestry turns as Mrs O'reilly's voice calls out.<br><br>"Father.....do you be having the keys, the basement is locked."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 06:28:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father's smiling arousal fades as the door handle begins to shimmy, and he looks about quickly for an out. On a pew just steps away he spies a scraper he'd been using to remove some excess varnish from the woodwork. It's not ideal, and he hates to, but he grabs it up and moves to cut Mary's bonds.<br><br>`They're hanging in the hall Mrs. O'Reilly, I'll come get them for you in a moment.`<br><br>He gingerly takes the rope in hand, sheilding her bound flesh with his own, and he hacks at the ropes to free Mary, so that she can hide.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 07:00:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary, her legs not working properly tripped and fell her way up the single stone step towards the alter as she saw the door finally open.<br>She was frantic as she looked around for a place to hide and dived behind the alter, then rolled under the heavy cloth that covered it.<br>It was hard not to make a sound, her heart pumping and pounding in her head, gasping for air she lay as quietly as possible, she had never felt so alive, so wonderful, so turned on......<br><br>Mrs O'reilly's foot steps could be clearly heard as her heals clipped into the church. She was looking around in Surprise.<br><br>"My oh my Father!"<br>Her voice was full of surprise as she looked around the church.<br>"You have been working hard, I have never seen the church so clean!"<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 07:14:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still kneeling when the door bursts open, mind reeling and hoping that Mary is ok after that fall, Father Nichols looks to the scraper in his hand, and puts on a falsely enthusiastic smile. He stands, and walks towards Mrs. O'Reilly, to cut the distance between her and possibly her seeing the ropes.<br><br>`Why thank you. The Lord's work comes in many forms, but all are rewarding.`<br><br>He joins her, and looks over the Church. There is a sense of accomplishment twisting about with the remaining arrousal and his worry for Mary.<br><br>`Still, I can't take all of the credit, I had some help along the way.`<br><br>Even as he says it, he gestures towards the vestry, where he'd said the keys were waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 07:25:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mrs O'reilly's eye brow raises as she begins to move back to the vestry.<br>"You've had help Father?"<br><br>Mary hears their voices fading and allows herself a long sigh of relief.<br>"And who would that have been then, thought you'd had no help with the cleaning since the Stevenson's moved away......I thought I would be rolling my sleeves up and wading in as well as doing the flowers....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 07:34:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles a more genuine smile as she asks, and removes the key from it's hook, leading her to the basement door.<br><br>`One of my young parishoners, Mary O'Hannah. She came to me looking for some guidance, and has proven quite eager to help.`<br><br>He shouldn't speak of it, but her parents and brother already knew of their association, so why not praise her publicly for her help? Plus, as much as he might not want to think it, flirting with discovery was quite exciting.<br><br>He unlocks the basement, and turns on the light. Looking back to Mrs. O'Reilly.<br><br>`Do you need a hand with those flowers still?`<br><br>In truth he'd like to go find Mary and see if she's ok, but he won't just abandon the old gossip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 07:44:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Young Mary?...... Well who would have believed that?...... Perhaps we have her back on the right track, she seems to have been straying a little."<br>She tuts and shakes her head.<br>"The things I have heard of the girl."<br><br><br>"Oh I think I'll manage Father."<br>Mrs. O'Reilly, smiled at him.<br>"I'll leave you to your business in the church, I'll make sure to be thanking Mary as well, you have both saved me a lot of hard work!"<br><br>Taking the keys from him, she opens the basement door, then wanders back to collect the flowers from the car.<br>By this time tomorrow, everyone of Mrs O'Reilly's friends would know all about the miracle of Mary and what sterling work the Father was doing with the youth of his parish.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 07:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`I might have to head into town Mrs. O'Reilly, please leave the keys where they were hanging when you're done, or hold onto them until you see me next. And be well.`<br><br>When the parish gossip is on her way, Father Nichols doens't hesistate to head back into the church, this time locking the door from the vestry, just in case. He then turns heel and looks about, wondering where Mary may have hidden herself away.<br><br>`Mary? Where are you my child?`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 07:58:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her dissembodied hushed voice wafts to him from under the alter.<br>"I'm here Father......"<br>He can hear the tinge of excitement in her voice.<br>"Under the alter.......has she gone?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 08:04:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He arches a brow when he hears her voice, and he looks over in the direction he'd heard it from.<br><br>`Under the alter, are you?`<br><br>A world of possibilities come to mind, and not for the first time in the past few minutes his pants are starting to feel a little tight around the waist. He starts to approach the alter, wondering just how she has hidden herself.<br><br>`Are you ok?`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 08:09:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes......"<br>Mary hissed out the word, then giggled.<br>"It's cosy under here.....Oh dear what if she'd found me all tied up?"<br><br>She hated to admit it, but the very idea of it made her feel hot and wanton.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 08:14:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>What if she had wanted to join us?</em> The teasing thought never sees words, because it scares the young priest, really. <br><br>`I imagine we'd be the talk of the parish my dear, and for reasons that may please us, but might not leave everyone else happy...`<br><br>He steps up to the alter, looking down to where she hides.<br><br>`So you like it down there, do you?`<br><br>His voice takes on a slightly husky quality, showing that earlier arrousal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 08:19:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The excitement of being caught and she having her Father forever almost made her gasp. Yes...what would everyone think? The looks on her parents faces, the envy the other girls would feel, she squirmed with the images that wandered through her head, pushing asside any of those that would show the cold reality of what would really happen.<br><br>Mary closed her eyes and moaned, her hands wandering over her body, tingling and tormenting it.<br>"Ooooooo yes Father, you could hear, see and do almost anything here......" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 08:46:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stepping right up to the alter now, he casts his gaze over the pews, forcing himself not to look down at her.<br><br>`Imagine, my child... no one sitting out there could even see you.`<br><br>Oh the twisted and naughty working of his mind. The sin of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2006, 15:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary giggled again, peeping her head, then shoulders out of the folds of the heavy cover.<br>With an impish smile, she ran her hands up his thighs, until she had nestled her head in his crotch.<br>"Oh yes father, no-one would see me here, though a sermon from the pulpit would be even more interesting...."<br><br>She giggled again, looking up at him her eyes filled with excited lust.<br>"But I need you down here, come see my new hiding place and ......"<br>Mary still balked at the word, but it thrilled her so much to use it, especially here.<br>".......and ......fuck......me....."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>25-10-2006, 20:28:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The wickedness that lies within this young girl, the carnal estacy that awaits him whenever she is around, it is enthralling. When she nuzzles her head into his crotch and begs him to fuck her, he loses all sense of restraint for where they are. As if he had any left. He shifts ever so slightly, a shuffle of one foot, and reaches to undo his belt, and to drop his pants so that his tented underwear are now right at eye level with her. He smiles down at his sultry angel, and kneels to join her underneath the alter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>25-10-2006, 20:59:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She all but dragged him under the alter, her body hardly able to bare the aching burn that pulled the breath out of her, making her almost pant.<br>Her breath was hot on his ear as she whispered hoarsely, pulling him down towards her, wanting him as near as she could get.<br>"I haven't been able to sleep.........all I have thought of is you......I......I...felt so alive when Mrs. O'Rielly came in.....it made me want to tear your clothes off and....."<br><br>Mary looked at him, lost for words, her breathing ragged as her chest heaved with the effort of filling her lungs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-10-2006, 00:28:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He can feel it too, his breath stolen by the anticipation of the moment. The desire beyond all other concern.<br><br>`The passion you feel can only come from one source my child...`<br><br>He says it even as, in these cramped quarters, he takes her by the hips and shifts so that she might straddle his lap, face to face with him. His hands draw down to her hips, lifting slightly, the engorged head of his member teasing at her inner thight through the fabric of his underwear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>26-11-2006, 01:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"OOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh.........Father........"<br>Mary snaked herself over him, rubbing her body along his almost as if she were trying to get under his skin, wanting to be as close to him as possible.<br>Not being able to move very well, all she could manage was to pull her top up and over her chest and hitch her short skirt even further up her thighs, almost whimpering with lust and need.<br>Placing her hand between her legs she rubbed at his crutch, almost but not quite too hard, groaning as she did so.<br>"Tell...me.......tell me what I need to do to make you happy father......"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-11-2006, 01:53:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols moans softly as she starts to rub him through his underwear, and leans his head, despite the cramped quarters, to draw one of her nipples into his mouth.<br><br>`This makes me happy my child... you make me happy.`<br><br>Though in his wicked mind he can imagine using her to corrupt others, the pleasure she brings him is almost too much to hope for more. He shifts his hands now, lifting her enough that should she take the initiative she can free his member so that he might enter her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>26-11-2006, 02:14:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pushed her hand firmly into his clothing and, as if she had been doing it for years, freed his manhood, rubbing her hand up and down his shaft as she did so, all being that it quivered with anticipation as she rubbed it's throbbing tip against her now moist panties.<br>"Hmmmmmmm.......father........please.....I want you in me....." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-11-2006, 02:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He doesn´t say a word, his breath hot against the flesh his tounge had trailed over. He simply frees up a hand to pull her panties aside, and then draws her down upon his length. He takes it nice and slow, drawing out all the sensation that had been denied by their near discovery.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>26-11-2006, 02:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She raised her upper body so that she could sink her hips down further, feeling him push against her then into her, filling her again with his hardness and his desire.<br>She groaned long and low as she began to rock gently, snaking her hips slightly, pushing him deep into her, spreading her legs until she had engulfed every inch of him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 11:48:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Only then, with his throbbing length buried deep within her, does he speak again. In those cramped quarters he slides his arms about her, and whispers directly into her ear.<br><br>`Blessed be you child, for you are as much my saviour as the Lord. You are redeemer of my passions, and have brought such joy to me.` The words would almost seem like prayer, in such an intimate moment. So fitting for a man of God, no matter how dark a path he now walks. `If only others could learn of their capacity to bring such joy, how much better a world would this be?`<br><br>Even as he plants the seeds in her mind by posing the question he raises her up slightly upon his member, and guides her down again, hands lightly trailing over her back as he hopes she gets the slow rhythm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 11:56:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He doesn't need to tell or show her what to do, groaning at his words she begins to lift her hips and places her weight on her knees, allowing her to work up and down on his shaft.<br>"Hmmmmmmm.....thank you Father.....do you really think so?"<br><br>Mary moaned as she raised her self off him, paused, then sank back onto him, slowly and surely, shuddering at the wonderful feeling of him sliding into her.<br>"Do you think......I could actually help others?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 12:11:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`With you, my child, I shall speak no falsehood. You bring me pleasure far beyond that of the flesh.`<br><br>His words trail into a moan as she lowers herself down upon him, and he leans his head lightly against he shoulder. His hands trace down her spine and to cup her buttocks. Even as she slowly rides him, he whispers still.<br><br>`I do, my child. I think you have a gift, one you could share with others. You could bring so much enlightenment.`<br><br>He could tell the seed of thought was planted now, but how far would he dare take it?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 12:34:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shuddered at his touch and even more so at his words, continueing to move slowly setting a pace that made her want to maon at every move, rubbing herself against him, enjoying every moment of pleasure.<br>"Who.......who would I help Father?......I.....I don't know ....I wouldn't want to be seen as some .....well you know....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 12:41:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With her nublie body pressed against him, her hips oh so slowly rising and plunging upon his hardness, he lets his dark fantasies seep into his mind and out his lips in softly spoken tones.<br><br>`Don't ever be embarassed my child for being as gifted as you are. Some may think ill of you, this is true, but that is why we must be discreet. If you had to share your knowledge, share this passion with just one person who would you want that to be?`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 12:48:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She groaned at the thoughts that ran through her, but there was only one answer, only one that sprang immediately to mind.<br>Her stomach muscles tightened, as did those around his shaft as she groaned again, tilting her head back as she puashed him into her as deep as he would go, grinding herself slowly against him.<br>"You Father........you......"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 13:09:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Were he testing her the answer would have had him elated. In truth the thought of sharing her with another man would bring the green out in his eyes, but if it made her happy... a long, low moan rolls from deep within him, and chasing it he whispers again.<br><br>`My child your conviction is thrilling... but a gift such as yours, if another could be taught it would be the Lord's will for you to do so. Another member of the youth group, perhaps?`<br><br>Her parents already spoke of the good he'd done for her, the thought of parents willingly handing over their daughters was quite enthralling, but having one brought to her by his own personal angel of lust? It was almost too much...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 13:14:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I.....I don't know Father.......they.....I don't know them very well......."<br>And truth be told she was always on the outside looking in.<br>Mary whimpered as her clitoris brushed against him and she spent a moment grinding agaist him feeling the pleasure flowing through her, before remembering and beginning to share with him once more.<br>"You.....know best Father......you would know who needed my help most......"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 13:24:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Mmm... I think there are a few souls that could use freeing my child. Perhaps at the next meeting we will chose someone together.`<br><br>The next event was movie night, a perfect night to steal away for some quiet fun. The very thought of it causes him to tense within her, close to the edge from the combination of fantasy and reality stimulating him.<br><br>`For now, my child, let us enjoy the moment.` That said he bucks his hips up, thrusting into her, a sign the slow times are over for the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>28-11-2006, 13:29:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped at his sudden change in pace and moaned and squirmed as she felt him harden even more....<br>"Oh Father........you.......you make me........"<br>Throwing her head back (and just missing hitting the underside of the alter), she whined with utter pleasure as she felt her lust rising as fast as her orgasm.<br>"OOOOooooooooooo.........make me cum father.....make me cum......."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>03-12-2006, 16:07:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The smouldering lust he seems to have unlocked within Mary drives Father Nichols to the brink of climax, but he holds out, driving his hips upward, and dragging her down onto his length with each motion. There is no way to muffle her cries, nor would he wish to. He isn't concerned right now about beign caught, he is thrilled even more by the prospect. And when the fires of her passion do spill over, and Mary finds her orgasm, so then will he allow himself to join her. For in moments such as these he can truly feel the divine. It is a connection he longs for more and more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>03-12-2006, 16:24:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her moaning becomes louder as she feels herself burning up inside, her stomach knotted into a fist sized lumped as he controls their movements until she can stand it no longer.<br>As he forces her down onto him one more time she cries out in painful pleasure, her orgasm hitting her with such force that all she can do is squirm and snake her hips over him, grinding herself hard onto him as he fills her with his manhood, making her whimper and twitch.<br><br>Her back arched and hips thrust hard forward she continues moving her hands to his shoulders so that she can push herself further onto him, her muscles tightening onto him as though they would never allow him to leave her.<br>Mary gasped for air, dragging it into her lungs in huge hooping gulps, the pain gone now only the throbbing pleasure left.<br>"OOOOOOOOoooooo Father.......fill me.......I want to feel you in me.......make it even better Father.......more........more......" <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>06-12-2006, 00:57:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sheer force of his climax leaves Father Nichols breathless, and he collapses into her, leaning his head to her shoulder. Still, as drained of energy he is in those post-orgasm moments he remains fully erect within her, the tightening of her upon him having stimulated him in just the right way. As she asks for more between ragged breaths a smile comes to his face, and he begins to regain a second wind.<br><br>`My dear child you are insatiable.`<br><br>He laughs softly, and tilts his head to kiss her shoulder, thrusting his hips up slightly to show he's not completely spent yet.<br><br>`But we'll have to be quick or someone might come looking for me again.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>06-12-2006, 16:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckles quietly, leaning over him so that she can whisper in his ear.<br>"Only because you make me like this Father....."<br>Mary groaned thinking of the thrill of being caught again, it was so........so....thrilling.... Even though it hadn't occurred to her that the priest, both under and inside of her was doing something terribly wrong, he had after all said it was her calling from God and that he was doing his will, but it was the thrill that anyone got from keeping a dark secret and someone finding out.<br>She shuddered as she felt him move inside of her, it wouldn't take much to have her moaning and squirming in tormented pleasure once more....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>22-12-2006, 19:28:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The second time around, with their sweat-beaded bodies pressed to one another, his arms around her, only half guiding her every rise and fall upon his member, starts off achingly slow. It's not because he is teasing, but because Father Nichols wants to enjoy every moment of this, his gift from God.<br><br>`Sweet Mary, so devoted, so passionate and beautiful...`<br><br>Barely a whisper, she might not even hear it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 05:20:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned at his words, squirming down as far as she could onto him before slowly lifting her hips and repeating it over again.<br><br>It was hot, stuffy and cramped where they were hidden and it was hard to move, but to her it was the best place in the world.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 15:00:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even as she slowly rises and falls upon him, alighting him with sensations which dull all but those very sensative nerve cells, his lips slowly explore her skin. With light kisses and traces of his parted lips upon her soft, supple body, he expresses his pleasure in half murmered prayers. With each word of thanks to God, his breath plays across the wetted skin. The fact she acts on her own, with no guidance from him, out of lust, out of passion, out of desire for his pleasure, draws that prayer-like state from him. Soon enough she will feel him start to throb within her, though he will hold out as long as possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 15:11:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her whimpers and moans increased in volume as she heard him speaking quietly to himself, as though giving her his blessing.<br>She tried to be slow and seductive, tried to be quiet and not give them away, but she could not.<br>Her movements became harder and faster, each one accompanied by a gasp of pure lustful pleasure, gripping him tighter as she continued, her muscles tightening into that, oh so beautiful, hot ball of need.<br>"Oh......Father.....please.....make me .......oh..........please......."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 15:19:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trailing his lips up along her shoulder as she grips tighter, moaning against her skin, Father Nichols whispers in her ear. Speaking softly, his words are lusful, passionate, but are soft enough that her own gasps, her own words drown them out. When she pleads with him, loud enough now that he knows she can be heard beyod their little sanctuary, he flashes back to the initial meeting that sent them along this path, imagining if she had known then, if she had heard something, how she might have reacted.<br><br>`Don't hold back, sweet child, blessed be this moment...`<br><br>Even as he speaks those words, he thrusts now, in perfect counterpoint to a needful motion of her hips, and he starts to work his own towards her release.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 15:56:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She groaned at his increased movement, echoing his motion, her face a mask of intense pleasure as she squirmed down onto him harder and faster.<br><br>Nothing could stop mary now, he had given his permission and she was too far, too out of her own control to do anything but let the shuddering heat of her orgasm take her to the place she longed for.<br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 16:08:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Rapture...`<br><br>It was the only word he could utter as she climaxed upon his length, the only thing his softly whispering lips could issue forth before his speech was lost to a guttural moan. Her orgasm, that delicious release coupled with her clenching upon him, drives him over the edge. Soon he joins her in that perfect moment, a union in a place far more divine than any they would find in living.<br><br>They say that your heart stops for just a moment when you climax. La petite morte. Perhaps with it comes a small hint of heaven as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 17:03:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squirmed and whimpered quietly as they both came down from their climax, enjoying the small tingles and twitches that followed with every tiny move.<br>Eventually she rested her head on his shoulder, still wallowing in the glow and feeling of him inside her.<br>"Hmmmm....Father.....if only we could stay here for ever...."<br><br>Mary sighed, a long sad sigh.....<br>"If only this didn't have to be a secret."<br>Her sigh turned to a giggle.<br>"If only I didn't have a house to paint...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 17:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols smiles softly, a smile of understanding, and mutal regret that they must keep this a secret, though his regret is that it is so taboo. Eyes seeking her own in the relative darkness, he brushes his lips against hers ever so softly.<br><br>`If only... though you can bring this gift to others, we must be careful still.` A small laugh then, at mention of other concerns. `Yes, you have a house to paint, though I will lend a hand.` She'd done so much, and he didn't wish to feel like a foolish old pervert just sitting and watching. `But first, alas, we must set forth unto the world, and get dressed.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 17:14:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary giggled again at his words.<br>"It's really funny the way you slip into all that god speak all the time....it makes me laugh..."<br><br>She rolled off him and with the agility of her youth, effortlessly out from under the alter, standing up to straighten her clothes and make herself decent again as she continued to talk.<br>"But I am still not sure who you mean Father, do you mean other Priests.....I'm.....not sure about it at all....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 17:21:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In part her words shame him, though he keeps a smile upon his face. That's his mask, now isn't it? An act put up to defend against the depravity of his sould. Still, she laughs at the mention of God? No, now is not the time to consider such things, and in truth he does not think it so ill, he is just bruised that she would laugh at him.<br><br>Still, no elder himself, and quite energized at the moment, Father Nichols is quick to get out from under the alter. He takes a moment to sort himself out, and to watch her, to let that fire rebuild. `Other priests?` The thought hadn't crossed his mind. `No, I was thinking those in need of guidance, those as you were, ashamed of their passionate nature.` He steps close, a hand lightly placed upon her hip. `Have you heard of any who might be in need of guidance, anyone we could help together?`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 17:44:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him blankly.<br>"No Father.....I......I...don't mix well with the others......I'm..well they make fun of me...."<br><br>She blushed a little and looked down at the ground, had he not remembered why she had come to him in the first place, how those boys had used her?<br>"I just....well I don't seem to fit in anywhere....."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 17:51:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Well then, perhaps I am remiss, and should be helping you to overcome this, help you to mix in. I'm sure no one would have the nerve to make fun of you here, and in my presence. Perhaps you could assist me with a youth function of some sort.` He didn't like seeing her so awkward, when he knew what grace, what confidence she was capable of. `We have one of our meetings soon.` Those who came to the meetings were her age, and it might do her well to socialize with them. It might just bring out that confidence in her, such a meeting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2007, 18:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave him a quick nod, only glancing quickly up at him, her voice quiet and unsure.<br>"Yes Father, if you would like me to help I will....."<br><br>Of course she had been to the Youth club, but she always hovered on the edge of the crowd, watching more than doing, but if she was needed to help, well....she couldn't turn him down. <br>"I'll be there to help you......."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 11:06:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols smiles, catching her eyes with his own. He reaches to cup her chin, smiling softly. `You'll be the prettiest girl there. I'm sure you'll make some friends too.`<br><br>He's boyant, flush with the energy of their secret encounters. Flush with ideas of just what might happen at the youth group meeting. But he focuses, and gestures towards the back. `Perhaps we should get to painting, Lord knows it won't do itself, though if it could I'm not sure I'd feel right with that.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 11:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary worked like a woman posessed when they finally got back.<br>Paint mixed to her satisfaction and everything prepared, she set to, enjoying covering the drabness of the room with fresh paint. <br>She worked late, refusing to leave until all the painting was complete, before setting off back home, but was back early the next day to hang the 'new' curtains and lay the rug while he went about his duties.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 12:22:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The new day brought with it for him the same sense of energy he had in the evening, when he had been as much a help as he could without getting in the way. But the energy wasn't well suited for the task he found hismelf performing through the morning. Taking confession, after all, is about patience. With his mood such as it is, he found his attentions wandering, though he does manage not stray too much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-01-2007, 12:37:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the lunch time, when he arrived back to his home, the living room was imaculate.<br>Mary had even prepared lunch, salad, cold meats and fresh bread sat on the small table ready for him.<br><br>Above him, he could hear her in the spare bedroom moving things around, she had cleared his bedroom and covered the furniture, ready to attack the walls in there and realising that he would not be able to sleep there, she was making the bed in the other room.<br>She hummed happily as she worked, in her mind this was like having a home of her own, being able to do what she wished, it made her happy to know that while she was there alone, there was always someone who was going to come back, a very different story to her fractured family life.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>17-01-2007, 06:25:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pauses in the kitchen to look over the bounty which she has prepared for him, touched by it. He has never had someone to think of him quite like that. True, parishoners do bring him food from time to time, but they never set it out for him and have it ready when he comes back home. With a whistful smile, he wonders just how he lucky he is to have Mary in his life.<br><br>Thoughts of his sweet seductive angel draw him away from the food, and he follows the sound of her voice up to the small bedroom he had all but forgotten was there. For a few moments he simply leans on the doorframe and watches her being domestic, but when the tension is too much, he speaks softly. `Honey, I'm home.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-01-2007, 14:38:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary jumped, she hadn't heard him coming in, nor had she realised that he was watching her, but her look of surprise soon turned into a smile as she realised what he had said.<br>She giggled at him.<br>"I've got your bedroom ready for painting, so you are religated to the spare room."<br><br>She put on a mock look of vexation and waggled her finger at him.<br>"And if you sneak up on me like that again, you will stay there!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>20-01-2007, 01:59:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols pushes from the doorway and closes the ground between them in a few short steps. He slides his arms around her, hands resting rather comfortably upon her bottom. `As long as I get to stay here with you, I rather think I won't mind.` He dips his head, lips brushing to hers. `The living room looks wonderful, by the way.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>20-01-2007, 10:32:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you Father"<br>Mary blushed a little both at the praise and the attention.<br>"But you helped as well."<br><br>Her smile twitched on her face for a brief moment as she sighed.<br>"But I won't be able to stay here at all this week, Mum and Dad are home for a change."<br>Sighing again, it made the fact, that her parents were actually there for a change, sound like a punishment.<br>Her face brightened again.<br>"But they are happy that I am still helping you decorate&nbsp; and that I am helping with the youth club...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>20-01-2007, 11:06:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His smile mirrors her own, especially when she brightens again. The blush at his affection was enough to warm the coldest of souls, and with him is was electric. `I'm quite happy to hear they are pleased.` There's a twinkle in his eyes. `Perhaps you could make an arangement with them for tommorrow night if you'd like to slip away. After the meeting, you could say you've been invited to stay at a friend's house.` The possibility was all he would seed, if she balked at it, he could recall it. If she said yes... well there were quite a few possibilities as to where that could lead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>20-01-2007, 12:35:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her smile turned into an impish little grin and she nodded.<br>"Yes, I'll do that, I miss you lots!"<br>Mary leant up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck, then pulled away.<br>"But now you have to go and eat before you have to go and do that wedding and I have a bedroom to start painting!"<br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>21-01-2007, 12:03:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The wedding! He'd all but forgotten it, knowing she would be waiting for him when he returned from the morning's work. But again she proves a small salvation. His warm smile grows slightly boyish.<br><br>`You know, I don't have to be ready just yet... I'd had something else in mind for lunch, not that I want to let your efforts be wasted.` He could still eat, there was an hour at least before he had to be ready. He'd have time even to shower.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>21-01-2007, 12:43:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary looked crest fallen, she dropped her eyes away from him as she mumbled her apologies.<br>"I'm sorry Father, I saw the things in your fridge and thought that was what you would want......"<br>She glanced up at him, her eyes almost filling with tears, then looked away again, upset that she had dissapointed him.<br>"What would you like and I'll go and make it for you."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 06:05:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she looks away his heart drops, and he casts his head down for having made her sorrowful. While others might find it profoundly erotic, the effect they had upon her, he wished Mary no sadness in her life, only joy. He reaches to lightly touch her face, to turn her to see his soft smile. `You misunderstand me, my child. What you made for me was a bounty, and unexpected joy which I will relish. But it was you I hungered for all morning.` Throughout confession, even. He had found himself thinking of her on more than one occassion, his thoughts drifting from where he was entirely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>24-01-2007, 13:17:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh....."<br>Mary blushed, feeling silly for the obvious blunder and the realisation that not only had she done good, but <em>he</em> had been thinking of her.<br>She gave him a pleased grin, twinged with slight embarrassment.<br>"I'm sorry Father, I thought you meant you didn't want..... and not that you wanted...... "<br>Exasperated at the whole thing she began to giggle, as many do, to cover her blunder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 12:27:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols smiles a warm smile, eyes alight with mischief. He dips his head, and brushes his lips to hers, inviting a deeper kiss. He won't get lost in it, though, in short order he'll break the kiss to whisper in her ear. `All morning, confession after confession I was thinking of you.` He slides his hands to her hips, tugging at the fabric of her top, his passion overwhelming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 12:41:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She giggled again, shuddering as he touched her and tugged at her short top, his hands brushing against the bare skin of her back.<br>Mary almost melted when he treated her like that, he made her feel needy and wanton, it quickened her heart and made her chest heave as she tried to breath.<br><br>Pressing herself to him she tugged at his shirt, trying to pull it free so that she could unbutton it.<br>"Ohhhhhh Father......."<br>She gulped trying to moisten her dry mouth.<br>"i want you to take me......so......much....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 13:04:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His shirt comes free easily enough, and just as greedily as she tries to remove his top, he pulls at hers, bidding her lift her arms, lest he be overwhelmed with lust and tear it from her. He peppers her shoulder and neck with kisses when the top is clear, and his hands wander lower, moving to undo her bottoms, to strip her right down to the bare so that he might look upon her in all the glory of creation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 13:10:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her skirt slips off as easily as her top did, Mary wiggling free of it and flicking it away with her foot as she ran her hands over his firm chest.<br>She wanted him so much, every minute she was awake she thought about him, every moment she slept her dreams were filled with him.<br><br>Standing on tip toes, Mary reached for his mouth, her back arched forcing herself against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 13:24:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the sight of such a sweet young angel as his so recently virgin Mary before him in such a state of undress, Father Nichols cannot help but stiffen, though he fights the urge to simple strip himself and mount her. He exercises every ounce of self control when she presses against him, and eagerly returns the offered kiss. With one arm he lifts her, and he walks over to the bed, lying her back upon it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 13:31:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squirmed on the bed, not only to get comfortable, but in anticipation of what was to come.<br>Moaning quietly, her chest almost heaving with anticipation, she looked up at him, licking her lips.<br>"Please..........please take me......I want you so much....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 13:43:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a downright wicked smile, the Father leans over her, brushing his lips to hers. `Soon enough, my child.` He then draws down, trailing kisses down one side of her neck, lips brushing her supple skin, tounge trailing little spirals right down to one of her breasts. He encircles her nipple with his tounge, but doesn't contact it directly, letting his breath play over the wetted spots. As he does this, he trails one hand ever so lightly over her stomach, and down to brush across her smooth abdomen. Feather soft trails of touch, meant to send electric shivers throughout her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 13:52:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She groaned loudly, a long low groan that turned into a whimpering mewl as he continued to toy with her.<br>This was like torture, it made Mary squirm and twist, raise her hips from the bed. Tilting her head back her eyes fluttered closed, it was a though he was making every part of her body tingle.<br>It was hard for her to breath, she took in small gasps of air breathing out tiny squeeks and whimpers.<br>"Please .....please........"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 13:57:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To hear her beg for him to take her, for her to plead with him for violation, it was almost overwhelmingly potent. But he did not intend to relent so easily, not when he is having such a profound effect upon her. So while he continues with the ever so light touches upon her abdomen, he shifts, and dips his head between her legs. The first touch of his tounge is simply a teaser, a hint of what is to come. Though he's never done such a thing before, he is empassioned, and she is his only desire at the moment. With one long draw of his tounge he covers her lower lips, and then he draws the hand down from her abdomen, that he might stimulate her further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 14:09:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary lifted her head up as he moved his down, wondering what on earth he was up to, surprised at the touch of his tongue there.<br>"Father...what?....Oh!........OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"<br><br>Her legs automatically opened for him as she felt his tongue probe further, she groaned arching her back more. <br>Mary had never felt anything more......more.....well, she couldn't describe it, all she could do was increase her whimpering moans as she lay trapped by his attentions....<br><br>She dropped her head back onto the bed, biting her lower lip lightly as she closed her eyes once more, not even realising that her hands had strayed up her body to play with her own breats.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 14:26:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He doesn't even stop to revel in her reactions, so driven is he by the sweet taste of her, by the beckoning spreading of her legs. He does look up along her stomach, though, watching as driven by desire she begins to kneed her breasts. Such a sight it is that he is almost bursting from his pants, but still he focuses, redoubling his efforts. He glides his fingers down, parting the way so that he might find that most sensative of nerve bunndles, and when he finds that little pearl, he flickers his tounge over it, alternating between direct stimulation of her clit and longer strokes of his tounge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 14:47:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nooooo........Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.........please........hmmmmmmmmmm........."<br>Garbled words crawl from her lips, every thing he does to her makes her squirm all the more, even the crisp sheet, she had just put onto the bed, seemed to make her feel even more turned on as it rubbed against her now sensitive back.<br>Her breath caught in her throat as he found her clitoris and for a moment she was frozen, her hips up and legs spread and fingers pinching hard onto her nipples, only for her to begin squirming and begging for more.<br>"Please........please Father.........take me ......please yes......ohhhhhhhhhhh....<br>please.......more......"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 02:01:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sounds of her fevered cries fuel Father Nichols' desire, and his tounge ceaselessly assaults her clitoris. It darts, flicks over it, and just when it seems he's fallen into a pattern his tounge withdraws, and he brushes a thumb across it. In this moment he has forgotten everything outside of the two of them. In that joint passion he is happier than he can recall being for a long time. As much as he has opened her eyes to the carnal world, she has ensnared him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 13:15:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He consumed her, every touch from him, every look took her nearer and nearer to him until she was almost insane when he wasn't near. He was an addiction that Mary couldn't get enough of and every time he did something new to her, he trapped her more. <br><br>Mary felt as though she were burning in the pits of hell.<br>Her face flushed with excitement and lust only mirrored the rest of her body. She gasped for breath almost imcapable of doing anything other than react to what her priest was doing to her body.<br><br>Her legs parted wide, she allowed him as much access as he wished, each touch of his tongue sending jolts through her body making her thrust her hips higher, groan louder, plead more.<br>"Please........please Father......I........Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........please......"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>28-04-2007, 22:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Were he able to think of anything but the sweet taste of her upon his tounge and the music of her pleading cries he would be thankful for the distance that his small home lies back from the church. No doubt anyone approaching the small home would hear her cries. Unless their mind was of a like to his, they might think he she was in pain of some sort.<br><br>But he knew the truth of those cries, his assault upon her clit was relentless, though he dropped one hand away. Without breaking tempo he manages to undo his pants and belt enough to free himself from the prison of fabric. Though so freed he does not let up, intent on this being a moment of pure pleasure for her before he seeks his own release.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-04-2007, 13:59:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary was finding the pleasure of his manipulations almost too hard to bare, her body twisted and contorted almost as much as her mind.<br>When they were together, nothing else mattered, when he touched her no-one else could make her feel as he did, when he did this to her there was nothing else but the two of them.<br>She groaned and squirmed as wave after wave of pure lustfull pleasure pulsed through her body, almost to the point of torture, she felt his hand pull away and lifted her head for a moment to see what he was doing and whined her plea to him as he released himself.<br>"Oh please.......please father.....please.....fuck me.....want.....I want you inside.... of me....please....."<br><br>Dropping her head back onto the bed she closed her eyes, her breath coming in short ragged gasps as her hands attempted to reach his head to pull him up and onto her.<br>"please..........please......."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>01-05-2007, 07:34:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Never wanting to desire her, especially when her pleas are so wanton, her words so carnal, he thrusts his tounge within her one last time, drawing it out, and then he shifts. He moves with the insistant pull of her hands, rising up along her, kicking away his pants as he does so.<br><br>`The voice of an angel expressing such desires... who am I to deny them?`<br><br>He reaches to guide himself into her, and then shifts, thrusting with his hips and the rise of his entire body. The motion is smooth, and complete, as he buries himself within her. He does not remain still for long, however, drawing his hips back for another long, smooth thrust, and another. As he begins to fuck her, Father Nichols leans down to kiss Mary, with the taste of her ambrosia still upon his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>05-05-2007, 14:24:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even the brief moment that it took for him to move was too long for Mary, she whimpered and mewled, squirming on the bed almost crying at being left, having the pleasure taken away from her.<br><br>So worked up was she that even the first touch of his hot throbbing member almost brought her to climax.<br>She opened her legs, begging for him to enter her, a long gasping groan leaving her lips as he pushed home.<br>Mary paused with him for the briefest of moments savouring his complete invasion of her body, but she was a lustful young woman and as soon as he began to pull in and out of her she rose and fell with him whimpering and groaning with the pleasure it gave her.<br><br>Her hands moved to grasp the back of his head when he leant down to kiss her, she pulled him to her gasping at the first taste of herself on his lips, her tongue probing his mouth wanting to almost engulf his with hers.<br>She shuddered, a wave of pure lust and passion coursing through her body, the heat building inside of her. She wanted that oh so sweet release, she wanted to cum, feel him cum inside of her, but she didn't want this to end, she wanted to be like this for ever.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>05-05-2007, 23:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sheathed inside of her, the warm, gripping, wanton desire has him entrapped. The helplessness of the moment between his tounge and his member invading her had been electric, and he finds himself infused with a youthful energy which he focuses into long, deep thrusts into her.<br><br>And when Mary not only accepts, but devours the kiss laced with her own essence, he matches the probing, hungry desire with his own. His hands slide down her sides, finding anchor on her hips. He pins her to the bed with that grip and drives his hips forward with each thrust, building towards the divine moments of their climax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>21-09-2007, 16:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Confidence, it was the one thing that young Mary was lacking in. In the bedroom she could be fierce, but she was still unsure of herself. The remedy, in Father Nichols' mind, was for her to meet with people her own age. The youth group's movie night was the perfect venue, and he had enlisted her help in setting things up.<br><br>The church basement had been refurbished only recently, set up as a rec room of sorts for the youth group, and for other functions as well. As such, there wasn't much in the way of setup.<br><br>His head peers up from the movie bin, just enough to display his casual priestial garb, the black t-shirt with a clerical collar patterned on it. It had been a gift, so who was he to not wear it... `Action or comedy?` <br><br>It all came down to movie selection, in fact. And they had some time before anyone else was due to arrive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-09-2007, 14:03:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Comedy"<br>Mary grunted as she struggled with a box, trying to get it onto a high shelf.<br>With a huff she managed, dropping back from tip toe, she adjusted her short skirt, pulling it back down to where it should be.<br><br>She had certainly grown since last summer, her clothes tighter and two or three inches shorter all round.<br>Not that Mary really cared, it had been a scorching hot summer and the leass she wore, the more comfortable she felt. Had her mother been around long enough to have noticed, then it may have been different, but she hadn't....<br>"Summer's almost over and we'll be back at school in a week or two, everyone seems to be down in the dumps...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>27-09-2007, 09:13:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols finds his eyes wandering to the hemline of her skirt as she adjusts it, distracted and showing it. To hide what he is thinking when the others are around is going to prove a challenge, but he is a man of strength. And he has a new source of it in her.<br><br>`You're right, they need something to pick them up.`<br><br>He stands, and moves to help her with the boxes. When they're settled where the others can get to them as they need, he rests a hand lightly on her hip. `I don't know that everything would be ready without your help.` He looks around. `Usually it takes me hours... and here no one's going to show up until six.`<br><br>He looks about, a faint grin on his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>27-09-2007, 12:26:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary smiled up at him, almost with a look of puppy dogged admiration.<br>"well if we have lots of time left...."<br>She bit her lip as she was thinking.<br>".....I could go and clear those leaves up along the path, it's looking a bit messy...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>28-09-2007, 03:42:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The look in her eyes, that eager and innocent look, would be enough to melt a heart of stone. For the young priest it was enough to drive him wild, such a deviant he had become.<br><br>`The leaves can wait, child. We needn't worry ourselves over such things. Besides, I've come to treasure the time we get alone...`<br><br>Treasure and dream of those times. She had invaded his every thought, and he had become a master of hiding his torn devotion between the Lord and his blessing come in the form of the Angel Mary.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>30-10-2007, 12:45:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary gave a small giggle and blushed, she still could not understand why he flattered her so much and it still had the same effect upon her every time.<br><br>She looked down at the ground, her foot doing a little nervous twist of the toes as she almost whispered.<br>"And I like it too Father, I like it when I can be myself with someone I can trust...."<br><br>Looking back up at him, she gave him a little coy smile.<br>"What would <em>you</em> like to do then Father?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>02-11-2007, 09:08:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing before her, Father Nichols reaches to rest a hand lightly upon her hip, eyes cast down to watch the shuffle of her foot. Despite their mutual explorations over the past days she remains demure, and it is enough to drive him to distraction.<br><br>That she trusts him speaks to his heart, and his smile softens as she pays him the compliment he is not sure he entirely deserves.<br><br>But that smallest of smiles, the look she gives him, to erases any worry.<br><br>`My dearest angel, I think you know what I have in mind...`<br><br>With the hand resting upon her hip he guides her closer, right pressed against him, and with a moment's pause to seek approval in her eyes he tips his head to press his lips to hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>02-11-2007, 12:45:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a small gasp of anticipation, Mary reached up to meet his lips.<br>Opening her mouth to accept his tongue, hers seeking a way to his, she had to stand on tip toe to place her hands around his neck.<br>Her breasts pushed firmly against him, she wiggled her hips, squirming at his touch.<br>She broke their kiss long enough to whisper to him.<br>"Oh Father......please.....take me....fuck me hard, I want you in me...I want you...now....please....quick...." <br>With a whimpering whine of longing, she pushed her lips hard onto his once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 06:25:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Writhing against him as she meets his kiss with a passion that belies her trepidation of moments past, Mary draws a rather favorable reaction from Father Nichols. He slides his hand around to the middle of her back, letting her feel the press of his arrousal even as she begs him to fuck her.<br><br>Such language from her, it drives him wild.<br><br>As the empassioned kiss is renewed, the priest's hands drop down to his waist, making quick work of his belt. Even as he kicks free of his pants, he is sliding free of his boxers, freeing his manhood. He has unleashed this passion from within her, and to deny her now would be cruel.<br><br>Hands returning to her hips, Father Nichols lifts Mary up and turns her towards the nearest wall, pressing her back to it so that she might brace herself... she wants to be fucked, and he intends to thoroughly do so...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 15:30:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a yelp of joyful surprise, Mary clung to his neck and lifted her legs up to wrap them around his waist as he moved her against the wall.<br>She had quivered and shook as she felt him undo his belt, whimpering into his kiss as he relieved himself of his underwear, but hadn't expected him to carry her so forcefully as to pin her against the wall.<br><br>Giggling and squirming against him, her crotch rubbing against the hot tip of his erection, Mary nipped playfully at his neck.<br>"OOOOO Father...we might get caught here...what if someone comes early...what if someone sees us?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 18:19:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The joy within her response, the giggle and squirm of her crotch against him has Father Nichols' blood afire. Letting her hold herself up, though still pressing her to the wall, he drops his hands to slide up along her legs. As they slide up her skirt, one perhaps shockingly short for Church but more than meeting his approval, his fingers seek out her panties as if possessed.<br><br>`We've plenty of time, child...` His voice is a throaty whisper upon her ear. `And should someone come early, the stairs will be our alarm.`<br><br>Without giving it a further thought, driven more wild for the danger of getting caught, he hook's a finger in the fabric of Mary's undergarments, pulling them aside so that he can brush the length of his erect member teasingly along her sex before pressing himself slowly into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 18:49:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary giggled again, the idea of being caught thrilled her beyond belief. Though it may not have fully occurred to her, the consequences of that upon Father Nichols, it excited her to almost a frenzy of desire.<br>"We may not get much warning from sneekers on stone steps Father..."<br><br>She gasped as she felt his hand pulling at her panties and as the tip of his shaft found the spot she waisted no time in forcing herself down on it, a whimpering sigh of satisfaction escaping her lips.<br>"Hmmmmm.....yes....I like that Father....that's where that should be ...always..." <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>03-11-2007, 19:19:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Father Nichols' head rolls back as she drops down onto him, the satisfied whimper being perhaps the most enticing thing he has ever heard. He knew well what being caught like this, throbbing inside of one of his young parishioners, would mean for him vocationally and legally, but he couldn't stop. She was his sweet addiction...<br><br>Content for a moment to lavish in the feel of her sheathing his length, he kisses the side of Mary's neck, whispering again. "It is yours, sweet Mary, I am yours...`<br><br>With a shift of his hands he takes a light grip upon her hips and begins to draw back his hips, thrusting deep and hard. She had wanted to be fucked, and he had no intention of taking the slow and soft route, not this time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 01:22:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shivering at his words and kiss, Mary sighed with satisfaction, but her sighed soon turned into a gasp as he pulled back and forced himself hard into her.<br>Closing her eyes, she moaned and whimpered, using her arms around his shoulders to lift herself back off him, only to force herself back again to match his moves.<br>"Oh yes...YES...fuck me! FUCK ME!" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 09:12:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There is something to be said for a quick, hard fuck where neither party is fully undressed. With Mary's insistent cries and counter motions of her body to force herself upon him each time he thrusts into her, Father Nichols is riding a sweet train of pleasure. He knows he won't be able to hold out long, not as intense as the moment is, but he has no intention of slowing anytime soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 11:21:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was heaven, intense pleasure with each move sent Mary almost wild. She loved it, loved the feeling that having sex gave her, made her feel wanted and needed and to be able to do this with someone she trusted, told her it wasn't <em>dirty</em> that it was a gift made it all the better.<br>It may have been nieve of her, it may have been over simplistic, but who should she trust more than the family priest?<br>He gave her the attention that the so craved, he didn't judge her, he told her she was doing what she was good at and gave her the praise and comfort that she so lacked in her life. So what if they had to keep things secret, who cared, it was their little secret.<br><br>Forcing herself down onto him time after time, feeling him hard inside, her muscles pulling and grabbing at his thick throbbing shaft, Mary rode him hard. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 12:43:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The trust she places in him may have him waking at night worried for his soul, but when they are together, when he is within her, no such worry could touch him. What manner of God would give him such a gift as her only to damn him. After all, he is giving her peace of mind, and from the way she is driving herself upon him he is giving her more than just that as well.<br><br>Wanting not to let the moment pass too soon, Father Nichols slows his own thrusting, instead shifting his footing so that she can continue to ride him. He finds his head bowed slightly, watching the union of their bodies, rapt with the feel of her clenching upon him.<br><br>`God.`<br><br>A breathless utterance of pure passion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 14:17:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please.....please don't slow done Father....please...."<br>Mary, breathless and panting, didn't want slow, she wanted fast and furious, she wanted it now.<br>It didn't matter whether they had all the time in the world or only a few minutes, it was what she wanted at this moment. She wanted to ride him until she made him groan and cum, she wanted him to fuck her until she screamed out and begged him to stop.<br>"Fuck me Father.....fuck me harder...."&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: House of the Lord (One on One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>04-11-2007, 23:14:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The insistence that he fuck her harder brings a second wind to Father Nichols, and he shifts his hands, higher upon her hips. When next she rises, he draws her down and slams his hips upward, driving himself into her with new vigor. Though he may not last long, this is going to be one good old fashioned thunderous fuck. Leaning his head back, he finds himself praying to last it out just a little longer.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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