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Part One Part Two

Story codes: M/F non-con

Father Jacob
by Camel Jockey

Part One - Profits of the Confessional

Story codes: M/F non-con

Jacob Stuurman was a quiet boy at school. Never really joining in with the others in sports or any other social activities, he was always the outsider, the odd one out. At University he found himself in an atmosphere more suited to his nature. Not so competitive, more relaxed and easier going. It enabled him to settle into his studies quickly, and as a result, his work progressed to the level at which an Honours Degree was almost a formality. Moving on to a Theological College, he once again excelled, and very soon found himself ahead of his colleagues, and coming to the attention of the Church elders.

Now, you may think that this was an excellent situation for Jacob, and that he would be very happy about it. It is true that he was content with his academic progress, but as a young man, the lack of opportunity for both sexual and social intercourse with young women was something of a problem for him. He found some solace and release in a relationship with another young intern at the college. Many a night found him ministering to the smooth skin and hard, circumcised penis of his roommate with an eager and skilful tongue. Nothing delighted him more than to see his young colleague writhing in ecstasy as he sucked him to orgasm; and filling his young friend's rectum with his cock was a release he frequently sought.

Now though, as he sat in the study of the big house that was next to the little Church in Polheim, he cast his thoughts back to the day his Bishop had informed him that 'it was with regret' that he must move him to a parish outside of the City of Frankfurt. This was the premature end to a promising career in the Church. He had been caught up in a scandal that had been seized upon by the newspapers and had brought the young priest unacceptable notoriety.

One morning, whilst hearing the confession of a young wife of one of his parishioners, he had learned of her infidelity to her husband with a bakers delivery boy. At eighteen years of age, she was little more than a teenage girl, and she had been flirting with the delivery boy for some weeks, thinking it nothing more than a game. One morning however, he had brought her daily order of bread, and had pressed his case a little more strongly than usual. Thinking that as she had always received his comments and cheeky suggestions with a laugh and a smile, he decided he may be able to engage her in something a little more physical than a conversation! Having put her bread on the kitchen table, he turned to her and slipped one hand around her waist, and sought her breasts with the other. To his delight he found that her objections and resistance were easily overcome, simply by ignoring her protests and, whilst not exactly forcing himself upon her, he had subdued her and removed her underclothes against her will, but with relative ease. Even though she was protesting loudly, he had parted her white thighs simply by pushing his hand between them, and then, after lowering the still protesting girl to the kitchen floor, had mounted her, pushing his generously proportioned cock into what he found a surprisingly tight and wet orifice.

She, on the other hand, being young, and not well satisfied by her thirty five year old somewhat sickly husband, had found the attentions of the strapping young bakers boy flattering and somewhat exciting. When he had taken hold of her that morning, her objections had been decidedly more vocal than physical, and his roaming hands and lips had robbed her of the will to resist. She had put both her hands on his chest, and begged and pleaded with him to stop, but had not been able to find the necessary strength of character to push him off, or to scream for help. When he had pushed her against the table and run his hands up her skirts, she had, instead of taking hold of his hands and trying to remove them, allowed him to continue his quest for her flesh by not removing her hands from his broad and heaving chest, and saying to him, 'Please stop....this is wrong, you mustn't....' He had, of course, ignored her, a big grin lighting his face as he pulled her knickers down. When he slid his hand between her thighs, it was all she could do to not actually part them for him. She had, instead of clamping them together, allowed him access to her now hot and very wet vagina. Silent, eyes closed and head turned away from him, she had remained motionless as he had undone his trousers and got out his cock. Feeling herself being lowered to the floor, she had continued her protestations whilst opening her legs and raising her hips to allow him easier entry. The baker's boy had gone to work on her. For twenty minutes he pummelled the young wife, giving her several noisy orgasms, and allowing himself the indulgence of emptying his full balls on two occasions. When he finally rose from between her thighs, she was thoroughly satisfied, and very well inseminated!

The baker's boy, knowing a good thing when he saw one, continued to service his teenage customer, and she very soon became pregnant. This was not however a problem for him. The young lady simply told her husband the happy news that he was to become a father. Sure enough, nine months later a bouncing baby boy arrived to fill the household with joy. But as the young adulteress suckled the little fellow, her conscience got the better of her, and guilt began to fill her days.

Being well brought up, our heroine made her way to the confessional, and told the whole sorry story to Father Jacob. She had finished her tale with the question, 'What can I do to make amends Father?' To which the profusely sweating and aroused priest had replied, 'Come to my house this afternoon my dear. I shall think about your situation and let you know then...' The trusting young wife had agreed, and made her way home, relieved to have at least confessed before God to her felony.

At four o' clock that afternoon, Father Jacob invited the young wife into his study, and had smiled at her.

'Have you got a penance for me Father? She had asked eagerly.

'Indeed I have, my dear, indeed I have. You see, such sins of the flesh are commonplace, and it is obvious that you regret your....er....indiscretion. I would guess that you find the memory of the whole experience rather painful, do you not?' The young wife cast her mind back to the hours of intense pleasure that the lad had given her. Painful was not a word she would have used to describe the memory!

'Er....well....I'm not sure that....' she muttered. Father Jacob interrupted her.

'A penance should balance the sin, my dear. And as you obviously wish to rid yourself of the guilt and reproach, I suggest that an equally painful experience would be in order.' The young wife nodded slowly, understanding the principle, but not sure of how it could be done. Father Jacob quickly enlightened her!

'I want you to undress and kneel on the carpet, my dear.' She stared at him.

'Undress....?' He smiled weakly at her, his hands together as though in prayer, and nodded.

'Yes, my dear. I shall then give you an experience that is equal to that of the previous one, and the balance shall be restored!'

'That's outrageous!' She spluttered. 'How dare you suggest such a thing!' Again the weak smile.

'Easily, my dear. Better my ministrations than that of your husband. I rather think Michael would not appreciate the presence in his house of another man's bastard. I shudder to think of what he may do....' The young wife went deep red. Her eyes filled with tears. The priest continued, this time in a quieter, more thoughtful tone.

'He has mentioned to me, in confession of course, that he had a moment of doubt about the child. But, God Bless him, was distraught enough at having doubted you, to come to God immediately for absolution. He may not be so righteous in his actions if his previously dispelled doubts are revisited and confirmed by me. So I think we should spare him the anguish, don't you my dear?' The young wife burst into floods of tears.

'Please Father! Don't do this! Please!' But Father Jacob was already helping her to stand up, and was busying himself with the buttons of her dress.

'I think it better if you do it. I am unused to ladies apparel, and do so enjoy watching it being discarded!' The wailing girl divested herself of her clothing, and, sobbing bitterly, knelt as directed by the priest. She watched him shed his black trousers and his white shirt. Her face twisted in anguish as he dropped his underwear to reveal a rather handsome penis and a pair of very round balls, covered in black hair. When he was naked he stood in front of her.

'I think a little oral penance first, don't you my dear?' At which he placed the knob of his pulsing cock on her lips. Tears streamed down her face as she unwillingly opened her mouth to admit his member. It filled her mouth, and she gagged as he pushed it to the back of her throat.

'Ah! Suck my dear, suck! Ah! Such Bliss! So tender an embrace is that of the tongue!' She coughed as a single jet of thick semen erupted from him. 'But let us not linger too long, lest the feast be over before we have sampled all on the table!' His chuckles sent shivers down her spine. He gently pulled her forward, so she reached forward to stop herself toppling onto her face.

'Perfect! Just be still a moment my dear!' He squatted behind her, hands on the small of her back, lining his cock up with her vulva, and grinning in delight at the drop of sperm that hung from the eye of his penis.

'There now! Just perfect!' He declared as he worked his cock into her. At first she was dry, his cock pulling at her flesh; but then he felt the slickness as her tortured membranes quickly lubricated themselves and the blundering intruder. She hung her head and cried. Floods of tears as he began to slide up and down her hostage hole. His hips swinging freely as he fucked his helpless, hapless, victim. Wet now, she was a delight for him. Motherhood had softened her vagina. No longer the tight, massaging young girl's hole the baker's boy had enjoyed. Instead, a woman's cunt, encompassing, loose, enabling him to slam into her again and again, searching for release from the pent up frustration that the months of abstinence had built in him.

With sweat pouring from every pore in his body, Father Jacob stood up, relishing the loss of tension in his knees! He took her by the shoulder and pulled her around. She fell heavily on her back, crying out in pain and shock. Grabbing her calves, he lifted he legs high and wide, gazing down for a moment at the object of his blackmail. He threw himself on top of her, knocking the breath from her body and lunging forward with his cock. It speared the gasping girl, and he slammed into her again, fucking her furiously until, with a strangled cry he shot jet after jet of semen into her unwilling and dejected body.

'Come with me my dear.' He said, holding out a hand. She stood up, not taking the offer of help. He pushed her gently but firmly to his desk, and made her lean forward over it.

'And now for desert! The final sweet offering from the festive table!' Holding her down on the desk by gripping the back of her neck with his left hand, Father Jacob licked his right middle finger, and, to the young wife's horror, inserted it in her anus.

'So tight my dear! Never broached I think? Relax....' He worked the digit about a little, then pushed it in up to the knuckle of his hand. She jerked forward, a small cry of shock escaping her lips.

'This may be a little uncomfortable, but try to relax, it does help....and keep still now. Just a few more minutes and your sins will be redeemed....with no trouble from Michael.' This last quieted the girl. She remained motionless as Father Jacob applied saliva to his knob, and began to work it in a circular fashion around her sphincter. Bringing it to the centre, he pushed, holding it firmly in place with his right hand. She cried out as her virgin anus was stretched, opened, and filled by his cock. She wailed anew as he fucked her back passage. Her sphincter, tight around his shaft, brought him to orgasm in moments. Much less this time, but still a respectable amount of semen filled the girl.

The previously frantic priest was now much calmer. Pulling his cock out of her, he watched with interest as her anus closed slowly. He prodded it with his knob, and was fascinated to see it slip back in quite easily. Well-greased and well stretched, it was a much easier fuck this time! Even the young wife had stopped blubbering!

After watching the weeping wife dress, the errant priest escorted her to the door of the house.

'Now my dear. Michael is in the habit of going to Frankfurt on Wednesdays is he not? So I shall expect you at the church on Wednesday afternoon, shall we say, two o'clock? Try not to be late!' The poor girl could only stare at him, and mutter curses on her way home. Her husband, she was sure, would throw her out into the street with her child if he found out who the baby's real father was, and in those days, this meant a life of destitution and, for young women, prostitution. Submitting to Father Jacob was her only real option.

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Part Two - There's a Great Future Behind Him!

Now Father Jacob had an accomplice, as it were, in his liking of sexual immorality. It had come about when he had noticed a large plain brown envelope with a Berln postmark in the bin in the vestry. Recognising it as identical to the one that arrived on the first Friday of every month at his house, he knew that someone else who frequented the vestry received a copy of 'Natural Art' as he did. This was not, as the title suggests, a publication describing things pertaining to natural history and the beauty of the wild, but a sordid magazine that peddled pornography of the most explicit and lurid kind! It took Father Jacob but a second to realise that the only other male who had access to the vestry was the verger. A little later that same day he had engaged the middle-aged verger in conversation.

'Ah! good afternoon Jan! I was wondering, have you by chance, seen a delivery of mail for me from Berlin? I am expecting something but it seems to be a little late this month.' The verger had shaken his balding head and, it seemed to father Jacob, had turned just a little pink about the tips of his ears.

'Er....No Father. Er, how should I know it?'

'Oh, I should think you would recognise it easily....a plain brown envelope....postmarked Berlin....usually arrives on the first Friday of the month? I believe you receive a similar envelope, do you not?' The verger, now visibly alarmed and blushing furiously, stammered, 'B..b..b..but how did you know?' Father Jacob smiled.

'Simple observation my dear friend, simple observation! But tell me, which offering of this particular publishing house do you subscribe to? Maybe we should exchange periodicals!'

'Er....it concentrates on....er....education....' Father Jacob beamed and exclaimed, 'Education and the Catholic Schoolgirl, splendid!' the verger looked a little bemused. 'I shall bring you some back copies of my Natural Art, and you shall furnish me with Catholic Schoolgirls, as it were! A splendid arrangement! And do not look so deflated my good man, I am sure this will be agreeable to both of us!'

And so it proved. This arrangement had been in place some weeks when the young wife had fallen victim to the wayward cleric. Father Jacob soon told his verger that he had an arrangement with a young lady that he would like to share, if of course, the verger was of a mind to do so. The verger, a widower of some years, had eagerly listened to the priest's account of his ensnaring the young wife, and had been most eager to indulge Father Jacob's voyeuristic bent. So it was that on the following Wednesday, as she entered the church, the young wife found herself confronted not only with the lecherous priest, but his verger as well!

'Ah! Punctuality is a virtue my dear, and I see you are endowed with that. Most pleasing, most pleasing! You know Jan, my verger, I believe? He is anxious to make your acquaintance, and I am sure you will reciprocate, yes? Good, I knew you'd be accommodating....Oh! My quirky sense of humour, you know!' The horrified young woman was escorted briskly into the vestry where the two men quickly disrobed both her and themselves. As the verger turned to face the girl and the priest for the first time, his two companions both let out a gasp of surprise. The priest in delight, the girl in fear!

Handing like a broken branch on a tree, the vergers cock was just huge. Even undisturbed and hanging slack, it reached halfway to his knees. Big, hair covered balls accompanied his monster of a penis, and even as the two looked on, it began to stiffen and to rear itself upwards like an awakening dragon.

'I say, Jan! How awesome! What an impressive piece of manhood! Don't you think so my dear?' The girl just looked aghast at the huge cock before her! Never had she ever thought that a man could be so big! The bakers boy had been larger by half than her wrecking of a husband, and very nice it had been, but this was a different proposition entirely! The verger smiled and took his pride and joy in his hand.

'Big 'uns run in the family. My boy's the same! Well, almost. Never used it yet, but a big lad by any measure, if yer know what I mean!' He and the priest fell about laughing, whilst the young wife felt a prickle of foreboding run up her spine. His boy? She shut her eyes in an attempt to rid herself of the prospect of being both the father and the son's plaything. But hands on her body quickly brought her back to the unsavoury present. Father Jacob was behind her, his hands around her chest cupping her ample breasts, whilst the verger knelt in front of her and pushed his face into her groin, his tongue licking its way through her blonde pubic hair to find her clitoris.

Within minutes the poor girl was beginning to wonder why the torture she was being subjected to felt so good! How could she possibly react so positively to the odious figure of the verger and his hideous member? Non the less, as Father Jacob gently pulled her backwards and lowered her to the floor of the vestry, her thighs parted freely to allow the slavering verger to continue his manipulation of her private parts. Moments later the verger gripped her ankles and lifted her legs. Still kneeling and without a hand to guide it, he began to push his huge knob into her. She watched the monster as it slid in. She felt it part her outer labia and barge through the inner, invading her very core. Her unbelieving eyes watched as it slowly disappeared from view, swallowed by her hungry, hot hole. Still kneeling, the verger bent forward slightly and began to fuck her with twelve inches of thick, solid cock. Father Jacob's glistening eyes watched in glee as he viewed the real live pornography on display before him, his hand working his own penis, as he knelt by the girl's head.

For several minutes the verger casually serviced the shocked girl. But then he began to quicken his strokes, pressure from his big balls building to a point that demanded ever faster thrusting. Inevitably this caused the young wife some considerable discomfort, but only in as much as she began to puff and pant and squirm beneath her stud. Suddenly she yelped out loud and shuddered violently in the throes of a deep seated and soul shattering orgasm. The verger, until then quiet despite his efforts, gave a guttural grunt and filled the girl to overflowing with an amount of semen that was entirely in keeping with the size of his genitals! Father Jacob too, reached the limit of his masturbation and shot several flights of his own juice across the girl's face and breasts. Despite this release the priest leaped up, his still hard cock swinging wildly about.

'On your knees! On your knees! He yelled, hauling the girl up and around. As she settled on all fours, Father Jacob got behind her and quickly pushed into her, displacing huge globules of the verger's sperm. Giggling insanely he began to fuck her hard and fast, whilst the smiling verger stood in front of the girl and slipped his huge knob into her panting mouth.

And so it was that the two elderly ladies from the local flower arranging society found the three of them. They had opened the door of the vestry to fill vases from the tap at the little sink in the corner of the room, and had come across the hapless girl and her two happy companions.

When the initial commotion was over, and the scandal broke, the young housewife was duly thrown out by her husband; Father Jacob, his promising future now well and truly behind him, was moved to Polheim; and the still smiling ex-verger moved the homeless mother and baby into his house. His eldest son, of course, coached by his father, duly lost his innocence and practiced with his large and oft erect member, on his new step mother whenever he had the urge and his father was not similarly engaged! A few months later he became the father of another well hung little boy.

Never had a young woman got so much cock without leaving home. A close knit family indeed.

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