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judgement. "That is a problem I cannot help you with."

I did not deter Bettina. She adjusted herself on the sofa; letting her gown ride up. Not all the way, but high enough. She wasn't wearing panties. "I understand Don Fillipo, but a woman like me has needs and Azzurra told me that you have what I need." This time she took his hand, and placed it high up on her own thigh; above the hem of her dressing gown. And held it there.

"Signora, you are very, very beautiful, and you are tempting me, but you know . . ."

As before, his protests did not deter Bettina. She kissed him; kissed him on the mouth; kissed him with her tongue. With her hand still holding his, she moved it to the warmth of her womanhood and held his hand against her wooly bush.

His attempts to pull away were half-hearted. Soon, his tongue was engaged with hers, and his hand was exploring without Bettina's assistance. She mumbled, "thank you, Don Fillipo, I can only promise you everything I have." With her free hand, she removed the straps from her gown and it fell to waist. His eyes now confirmed what he'd thought: her breasts were perfect. It had been since his pre-seminary days that he used the word ‘tits.'

That was when he was making love to Azzurra Amosuso, but hers were girl tits; Bettina had an adult woman's tits. His one free hand went to them. Full, firm but soft. "Don Fillipo, they're yours. Please, make me feel like a woman."

She took away her hand that was holding his against her pussy. The priest was on his own. He didn't need her guidance.

She took her now free hand and rubbed it across his crotch. Then thought better of it. Why?

As Bettina slid her hand across his crotch; she felt his hardness. Yes, he was a man. Immediately, she went to his belt, the button on his pants, his zipper and finally her hand was inside his boxer. "Don Fillipo, Azzurra told me she was a crazy woman when you gave her this."

"I think Azzurra talks too much and exaggerates."

"I think I am woman enough to judge for myself." She had his cock out of his pants and got on her knees. "Don Fillipo, you are more than a man. I've never . . . "

Then she kissed his cock; kissed his cock head with her tongue. "Thank you, Don Fillipo. Please stand up so I can have all of what you have."

By this time, Father Fillipo was fully invested in what was happening. How could he not be?

When he stood up, Bettina pushed his pants and underwear to his ankles, and then her mouth was all over his cock. She'd said that Azzurra went crazy on Fillipo's big cock. Now, she understood why. Not just long, fat, hard, but longer, fatter, harder than any cock she'd known or ever heard of. Bettina thought that Azzurra was exaggerating when she told her about Father Gianelli.

Her lips started and wouldn't quit; inch by inch, taking more and more.

For Father Fillipo Gianelli it had been so long. Until this moment, he'd remained true to his vows. He'd driven impure thoughts from his mind more nights than he cared to remember. Now looking down at Bettina DeMarco, he asked for forgiveness, but did nothing to stop or discourage her. That moment had passed.

She took it out of her mouth. "Don Fillipo, my husband claims I don't please him anymore. I hope I can please you. Let me take you to my bed. Let me feel your manhood fill me up. I want it; I need it." If it sounds like Bettina was begging, it was because she was.

"You make it difficult for me to say no, Signora DeMarco."

"Let me make it impossible for you to say no." She put it back in her mouth; her warm, wet and highly talented mouth, and looked up at him, her eyes smiling.

A few minutes later, "Don Fillipo, if I have pleased you like I hope, your knees should be wobbly and you'll be anxious to lie down."

He laughed. "Signora DeMarco, I cannot resist. I am yours. God forgive me."

Her gown fell to her feet when she stood up. She was naked; he sighed at the sight. The sight of that perfect ass, and that golden wooly bush between her legs.

With his pants around his ankles, Bettina led him to her bedroom. "Please, Don Fillipo, sit on the edge of the bed, I'll take off your shoes."

While Bettina was on the floor, Father Fillipo took off his clerical shirt.

When his shoes were off, Bettina took off his pants and underwear. Like her, he was naked. She kissed his still very hard cock. "Don Fillipo, I would like to continue where I left off, but there is so much more that I need and want."

She got off her knees. "Signora, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

She blushed, but pirouetted. "Don Fillipo, according to the gossip, you've seen many women," she giggled. "Let me show you the rest." Bettina got on the bed and spread her legs. "I am all yours. Whatever you'd like and if you'd like I'd be happy to get on my knees again." There was that giggle.

"I'd love that, but apparently you know quite a bit about me. You know it has been since I decided on the priesthood since I've been with a woman; since I've tasted a woman." The priest moved between her legs.

"Oh, oh, oh, this is so unexpected. Don Fillipo, this is something my husband rarely does."

"Please Signora, just Fillipo. I must say I've never seen a woman's uuuummmm . . ."

"Pussy, Fillipo. I have a pussy, and it's all yours."

"Yes, pussy. I must say I've never seen a more beautiful pussy." As a reminder before he opted for the priesthood the women and girls he'd been with were like most Italian women, dark with jet black pubic hair.

"Fillipo, that's very kind of you, but as you said, it's been a long time. I hope you remember what to do. The rumors were that you were very talented."

That was all the incentive the priest needed. Rubbing his face in her wooly, golden bush, his tongue started.

Is eating pussy like riding a bike? You never forget how.

In a few minutes, Bettina was writhing on the bed; sighing audibly. "Like that, Fillipo. Make my pussy purr, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh yeah."

It was then Father Fillipo Gianelli's tongue engaged Signora Bettina DeMarco's clitoris. "Oooooooooooh, oooooooooooh, ooooooooooh. FILLIPO!!!!!!"

The older women, many of them married, he'd been with before he was called to the priesthood taught him well. Azzurra and Fillipo just fucked. They were both teenager. Fucking was the only way they knew to satisfy each other in bed. It was the older, more experienced women who guided him to other ways to please them and using their mouths, to please him.

He didn't think he'd miss it as much as he did. Father Fillipo wouldn't admit it nor would he have recognized it, but he was hungry for pussy; starving. Bettina was the beneficiary of his hunger. His tongue massaged her little pink button. "Oooooooooooh, Fillipo, oooooh my, oooooooh, yes, oooh, yes."

Bettina's lovely ass was bouncing off the bed; her hands held his face in her golden bush; her legs were wrapped around his head. "Please Fillipo, do me again. I want your tongue like that again. Please."

She'd already had two orgasms. If it was up to her, Father Gianelli could do her like that all afternoon and all night. Through ten years of marriage, her husband never made her feel like Father Fillipo Gianelli made her feel.

He stopped and slowly moved away. "I'm sorry, Bettina, I just can't anymore."

She thought that perhaps he'd realized the terrible sin he'd committed.

"I just have to. It's been so, so long." The next thing she knew, he was on top of her and she could feel that huge cock probing her pussy hole."

"Yes, it's yours, Fillipo. Here let me help you." She reached down and guided his cock, My God, she thought, it feels even bigger now." She smiled.

Her husband wasn't nearly that big, but Fillipo's tongue work had her so wet. Slowly his cock entered her and stretched her like nothing before. "Fillipo, yes, oh yes. Keep giving it to me. Give me your glorious cock. Give me all of it."

She lifted her ass off the bed, desperately trying to take more, even when there was no more to take. "Yes, like that Fillipo, give it to me just like that."

I said her husband never ate her like Fillipo Gianelli; her husband never fucked her like Father Gianelli. Part of it was that long, fat cock. Part of it was it had been so long; he just couldn't get enough of her pussy.

They rolled around on the bed. Bettina's hips and legs moving non-stop, and Fillipo pounding away. She could feel him throbbing deep inside her; like I said, far deeper than her husband. "Yes, Fillipo, yes, come, come, come."

His cries as he spurted and spurted and spurted were so loud, she feared her neighbors would think something was wrong. "ARRRRR, ARRRRR, ARRRR, ARRRRR," Fillipo moaned. There were tears in his eyes as he collapsed on top of her.

She was unsure of the reason for those tears. Was he having second thoughts? She was totally responsible for what happened. "Don Fillipo, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put you in this position. You've heard my confession; I've never done anything like this before."

"No, no, Signora DeMarco. My tears are tears of joy. I've never felt like this before. I've never felt this exhilarated."

"I'm embarrassed to tell you, and please forgive my language, but even after ten years of marriage. I've never been fucked like you fucked me; I've never had my pussy eaten like you ate me; nor have I sucked a cock like yours; so long and fat. Let me be honest, Don Fillipo. My pussy and my mouth are yours whenever you want them."

"You know we have to be discreet."

"So, you do want to see me again?" She rolled out from under him, and then knelt over his face with those spectacular tits in his face.

"I-I-I . . ."

"She giggled, "resistance is futile. Surrender Fillipo. Tell me I have the most beautiful tits you've ever seen." She pushed them hard into his face; their firmness; their softness like nothing he'd ever experienced before.

"I-I-I. . . ." he tried to mumble but was being smothered.

"And don't I have the sweetest pussy?" She scooted up and knelt over his face. That wooly, golden bush now smothering him.

Fillipo held her by the hips as his tongue licked her still juicy pussy.

"Oh, you do like it," she laughed and fucked his face.

TO BE CONTINUED

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