Mike & Michelle Pryor were the picture-perfect couple.  They were young and attractive newlyweds, a real-life Ken & Barbie, having been together since high school.  Mike and Michelle were everyone's idea of the fairy tale couple, admiring how life could turn out so perfect for such an ideal couple.  However, although they looked the part of the story book couple, all was not perfect in the young couple's marriage.

The problem for the Pryors stemmed in the bedroom.  The warning flags had gone up on their wedding night, the first time they had tried to consummate their marriage.  Both were virgins, having anxiously and romantically anticipated surrendering their virginity to each other on their wedding night.  But what was to be a memorable wedding night would prove to be memorable in the wrong way, turning out to be a huge disappointment for both bride and groom.

In Mike's excitement and inexperience, he had shot his load almost before they had even gotten started.  Mike's cock had unceremoniously erupted in Michelle's hand when he shifted into position to mount her.  It had been a total disaster, for when Mike shuffled up between Michelle's legs and was in the process of tearing open the condom wrapper, the anxious and aroused young bride merely took his cock gently into her hand, looking forward to the consummation of their marriage.

Cock held gently in her hand, Michelle felt it suddenly twitch, followed immediately by the warmth of semen splattering onto her thighs.  Totally stunned, Michelle could only stare down at her messy thighs and the now dwindling penis in her hand.  Frustrated, even feeling a bit repulsed by her husband's utter ineptitude as a lover, she was at first stunned into silence as Mike stammered out his apologies for his premature ejaculation.  Finally coming out of her daze, Michelle tried to reassure her embarrassed husband, telling him that it must happen to a lot of newlyweds their first time together.

Inexperienced herself, Michelle naively excused Mike's episode of premature ejaculation as a one-time failure, but she would soon learn that unfortunately such was not the case.  Each time they had tried during the honeymoon and after returning home, attempts to make love generally either resulted in ejaculation before Mike achieved penetration at all or within mere seconds after penetration.  For Michelle, the frustration was becoming unbearable as it seemed the more she tried to discuss his failures as a lover, the more inept a lover Mike became.  Now, if Mike didn't shoot his load prematurely, it seemed he couldn't get it up at all.

Both were working hard, trying to save enough money to start a family, with Mike working especially hard to get ahead career-wise.  Perhaps because he was trying to compensate for his inept status as a lover that Mike threw himself more and more into his work, putting in hour after hour of overtime.  Michelle was working too, taking a job as a secretary but she wanted to start a family as soon as they were able to save enough money to do so.

Being raised a devout Catholic, Michelle's growing disappointment and frustration with Mike's ongoing failure as a lover, she felt guilty at the wicked thoughts of seeking pleasure through masturbation.  Pangs of guilt about masturbation, an act she had always considered vulgar and sacrilegious, she was at her wit's end.  To make matters worst, Michelle found her mind occupied more and more with growing and nagging sexual fantasies

Too shy to discuss such intimate topics with family or friends, Michelle decided to seek counseling through the Church.  Father Thomas Sullivan had always seemed to be unfazed about any topic and Michelle knew that he counseled young couples prior to marriage.  Thus, she felt that he would be the one she could go to in order to get everything off her chest and be assured it remain private.

At the age of fifty-five, Father Thomas Sullivan quickly sought to reassure the young wife that she had made the right choice, coming to him with her problem.  He assured her that it was a problem he had successfully dealt with many times before, that he was sure he could help Mike and her as well.  He went on to advise her that the church had provided someone in his position with many courses in marriage counseling, which they must take classes to re-certify the ability to counsel married couples.

Michelle was so relieved she had come to see Father Sullivan about the crisis at home.  Reassured by the elderly priest, who appeared so harmless-looking, it never occurred to Michelle that the man had a hidden agenda.  In fact, she did not realize that he had deliberately plied her with a glass of wine and cunningly pumped her for intimate details.  Trustingly, Michelle blurted out the details of her sexual problems with Mike, along with her feelings of guilt about her growing urges to masturbate to ease her mounting sexual frustration.

Father Sullivan had correctly figured that with this young beauty being so inexperienced with sexual matters, she'd never suspect that an old codger like him would be sporting a stiff boner under his desk.  Fumbling with his robe under the desk, he had discreetly exposed his cock and had slowly jerked himself off as he listened intently while staring lustfully up and down her shapely legs, trying to get a peep up her skirt.

It was all Father Sullivan could do to choke back a gasp as he shot his load as the unsuspecting young wife continued on with her story.  He then sought to reassure the young bride time and again that her problem was one that he was well familiar with, that he indeed could help Mike and her.  He even went on to say that he had received frequent classes, put by the church, so priests like him could counsel married couples.

Escorting the sexy young beauty to her car, he got her to commit to a follow-up appointment later in the week.  However, the wheels were already turning in the old priest's head as he was determined to milk Michelle Pryor's dilemma for all he could, not for any financial gain but use the lovely beauty to relieve the sexual tension of being a lonely man of the clothe.  Mind churning with ideas, he was intent on putting the next phase of his plan into action the next morning.

Having instructed the young bride not to discuss with her husband the fact that she had come to him for counseling, Father Sullivan made it a point to stress that she not initiate any sex with her husband temporarily.  Also, she was to reject any efforts by Mike to initiate sex with her until counseling had progressed to the point that the couple had resolved the issue of Mike's episodes of premature ejaculation and impotence.

Father Sullivan went on to explain to the naive young wife that telling her husband she was in counseling would only add to his sense of insecurity and failure as a lover, that engaging in additional failed attempts to make love would only compound an already desperate situation.  In truth, however, the cunning bastard was only concerned with increasing the young wife's sexual frustration and having her fully under his control as the young couple's dilemma unfolded.

The next morning, Father Sullivan placed a phone call to order a security camera, one that was to be a discreet and undetectable video camera, hidden from any unsuspecting soul.  He smiled in being advised that a representative would be dispatched to meet with him later that day, and even got the sales person to give a hefty discount on the deal since it was for the church.  Having claimed that vandals had been getting into the office, Father Sullivan arranged to have the security camera installed in his office.

As the company's head technician, Travis Moore had installed many a security camera at basically every conceivable location.  But after meeting Father Sullivan, learning where he wanted the camera placed and the questions he had to field from the priest, Travis had the feeling that not all was being told to him.  He wasn't sure what it was but suspected that the priest had an ulterior motive, especially when the priest asked how to move and reposition the camera if he decided to.

But Travis merely played along, wondering just what could be up.  Getting things set up, Travis could see that Father Sullivan seemed distracted, nervously looking at his watch from time to time.  In fact, with the priest asking how long more before it would be up and working, Travis felt like the priest was definitely trying to get him to hurry along.  Finally, the agitated priest confided that he had an impending appointment with a parishioner and needed to have the privacy of his office.
 

His suspicions were confirmed a few moments later as Travis was loading up his van to leave.  The distinctive click-click of a pair of high heels caused him to look up and note a lovely young beauty making her way down the cement walkway to the sanctuary.  Travis couldn't be sure if there was a connection but he decided to play out his hunch anyway.  As the young beauty disappeared around the corner to where the sanctuary was located, Travis quickly locked up the van.  Looking about to make sure no one was watching, Travis circled around the side of the building for a peek through the window into Father Sullivan's office.

The blinds were drawn but not completely, giving Travis a sliver of opening where he could in fact see into the office.  He watched intently as the priest motioned for the young woman to take a seat directly across from her desk and then poured her a glass of wine.  'Damn, I's wonder if this priestly old bastard has the hots fer this purty little thing!' he wondered.  Feeling his own cock rising to attention in his gaze upon the flawless piece of white meat, he thought 'Shit, can't blame the old bastard ………………….I's sure like to git that purty thing in bed with me!'

Travis craned his neck to see if it was where he had placed it on the top level of the bookshelf.  But the camera disguised as a textbook was gone, obviously moved from where he had put it.  Moving to get a better view of the bookshelf, Travis then spotted with his trained eyes.  Looking at where it was placed, Travis' eyes drew a bead as to what it would be picking up on tape.  Doing so, he then smiled widely, chuckling 'The old bastard's trying to get a good shot up the babe's skirt, right up to her panties!'

Looking at the priest, Travis could see the old bastard having a hard time keeping his eyes off the long sexy legs on the other side of the desk.  He watched as Father Sullivan shifted in his chair from time to time, knowing that the horny priest was trying to get a tantalizing view of the unsuspecting young wife.  From his vantage point, Travis then realized that the priest was discreetly masturbating himself under the desk as the naïve young wife shared the intimate details of her frustrating sex life.

Travis enjoyed being a voyeur, seeing the sparkling diamond ring and wedding band on the young beauty's finger.  Watching things unfold between the horny priest and the sexy young wife gave him a hardon and Travis had to wonder if the old bugger had performed the wedding ceremony for the beauty and her husband.  'Wonder if the old bastard wanted to get in the purty bitch's panties from before he even married her …………..or is he looking at this as his opportunity to somehow get into her tight little panties?' he thought.

For Travis Moore, he knew that he was well past his prime and no longer the young buck he once was, but his old black cock sprang to life at the thought of burying it in the young beauty's tight snatch.  A plan began to quickly formulate in his devious mind as he watched the horny priest escort the woman out of his office and to her car in the parking lot.  Rushing around behind the building to the door to the private office, Travis retrieved the videotape.

After briefly rewinding and replaying the tape to confirm that the priest had in fact been videotaping the woman, with the camera angled just above the edge of the chair, it was obviously intended to capture shots right up the young wife's skirt.  Travis would have enjoyed watching more of the tape, but that would have to wait, knowing that time was of the essence as the priest would be back at any moment.

As Father Sullivan bid the lovely Mrs. Pryor good-bye, he looked up and noticed for the first time that the technician's van was still there in the parking lot.  'Oh, my God ……..no …………….nooooooooo!' he shuddered.  Heart sinking as he turned to rush back to the sanctuary, he felt as if the world had come to an end in seeing the black technician grinning from ear to ear as he confidently waved the videotape for him to see.

"I ……………….I ……………….I …………………!" was all Father Sullivan could stammer out, his entire world crumbling around him.  He was soon to realize the type of man he was dealing with as Father Sullivan heard the man taunting laugh "Speechless, huh Father!  Bet the congregation here would be jist as speechless if they learned what the Good Father was up to, huh?"  Seeing the sweat bead on the pudgy old priest, Travis knew that he had him by the balls.

"Please ……………………please ………………….I ……………………I admit …………………..I have sinned!  I was weak …………………I …………………I couldn't resist the ………………the temptation of the flesh!" a broken Father Sullivan sobbed out.  "I ……………………I ………………….I don't know what to say!  I ………………….I only wanted to …………………..to look at ………………..at something so lovely …………….and pure!" he stammered out to the gloating man.

Seeing the ultimate disgrace before his eyes, after a lifelong dedication to the church and his congregation, his one and only time he had weakened had resulted in being discovered and threatened to publicly disgrace him.  "Please …………………….please ……………………..please don't let this get out ………………….I ………………I'll get help ………………..I'll get help to cure me of my weakness!" Father Sullivan pleaded.

"Sit down, Father!  I's think I's understand what ya's going thru, being a preacher man and all, no female companionship to make ya feel good at night!" Travis ordered.  As the elderly priest complied and took a seat, Travis smiled, slipped in the videotape into the VCR and advised "Now let's jist see how good ya were in getting the camera repositioned!"  Turning the monitor on, watching what was captured on tape, Travis chuckled "Yer purty good, Father!  Damn, ya got a good eye, Father!"

Seeing the distraught priest pleading and whimpering how sorry he was, how he had given into the temptations of the flesh, Travis knew that he had him broken but good.  "Tell ya what, Father!  Ya's jist confess yer sins to me and maybe I's give you penance …………………….so's I's don’t have to let the entire congregation know what a horny bastard they have fer their priest!" he advised.  After a moment of silence, Travis demanded "C'mon, Father …………………..confess or I's gonna play this video at next Sunday's service!"

Sobbing, head slumped upon his chest, Father Sullivan stammered out "I ………….I ……………I …………………..her ……………….her legs are so beautiful ………………..so trim ………………flawless …………………so ………………so sexy!  I ………….……..I wanted to touch them ………………………..caress them ……………..……..rub my face up against them ……………..………..feel them ……………………..feel them around me!"
 
As the video continued, with Father Sullivan eagerly looking on, Travis encouraged "Can't blame any man fer gitting excited ……………..even a man of the clothe!  Jist ya look at that ……………….look at those trim flawless legs ……………………so fuck'n sexy, huh!  Damn, imagine putting yer face up against her soft blonde curls, inhaling that sweet fragrance of her honey …………………..stick yer tongue up into her slick groove!"

Seeing Father Sullivan's tented frock, Travis knew then that the good Father was right in the palm of his hand.  "Look at those beautiful legs, Father!  No one could fault you for wanting some pleasure in seeing those sexy white legs!  We show this video on Sunday and all the guys will be whipping their cocks out and spraying their seed in the pews!" Travis chuckled.

With the priest now broken down to a whimpering faggot, Travis played the trump card, advising "Tell ya what father, ya and I's know's that yer a fuck'n sinner and going straight to hell when's ya die ……………………..but why's not be able to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh if nobody has a clue about yer devilish desires!"  As Father Sullivan looked up at him, seeing that just maybe there was a way out for him, Travis advised "No one need to know about yer devilish deed father ……………….no one but ya and me!"

"You ……………you mean you won't tell anyone that I ……………..I evil thoughts about Mrs. Manning ………………that I took physical pleasure in looking at her lovely legs?" Father Sullivan stammered.  Travis smiled and advised "Why be totally disgraced before yer congregation?  Why not go to hell enjoying all the tasty fruit on the way?  Don't jist risk it all by jist looking!  Why not got to hell after ya get to sample that purty little peach that's got yer pecker all riled up?  I's the one experienced in the field of sexy women, Father ………………but first, ya must confess yer sins to me ……………tell me all the nasty thoughts ya had about the purty Mrs. Manning …………then I'll be able to help ya!"

Father Sullivan hesitated for a moment, then blurted it all out "I ………………I've always had a thing for her ……………….from when she blossomed in high school ………………when she was known as Michelle Jennings!  As she matured and became a beautiful young woman ……………..going to college and dating the man she would marry …………….I ……………..I wished it were me that she'd be marrying!  I ……….I ………….I would dream of her at night!"

Continuing on, Father Sullivan advised "When ………….when she came to me in confession ………….telling me she had sinned …………………had let her fiancé touch her inappropriate for the very first time …………………I ……………..I made her tell me everything in detail ……………something that I should not have done!  I made her tell me how she allowed him to slip his hand under her blouse ………………and bra …….then made her tell me of the pleasures she derived!"

"And when she revealed that it went even further, that she had let the bastard put his hand down her panties ………….I was furious …………….but I kept myself in check and not let it on to her!  I then made her tell me all the minute details of her thoughts when the bastard felt her up …………………….but all the while I was taking pleasure myself on the other side of the confessional ……………..making believe I was feeling her up and making her feel that way!" Father Sullivan confessed.

Travis smiled and advised "There now, Father …………….don't you feel better getting all that off your chest?  But imagine how much better you'd feel with yer face buried up between those long sexy white legs ………………..putting yer tongue up in that her tasty pussy ……………eat'n her out!  Ya listen to me ………………..and I's guarantee that ya won't have to wank yer pecker thinking about her!  No one will know, not even her …..……………that yer gonna git the chance of a lifetime ……………..shoving yer piece of meat up that purty little bitch ……………….and maybe ya'll even fuck a little baby in her!"

When Mr. Moore had departed, with the incriminating tape, Father Sullivan breathed a sigh of relief that the man had promised not to disclose the sin he had committed that day.  Trying to rationalize things, Father Sullivan told himself that he should follow the good advice that he always provided to members of his congregation.  Even though faced with the possible disgrace and being defrocked should Mr. Moore go back on his word, there was nothing he could do about it, so follow through with "If you can't do anything about it, don't worry about it and continue on with life"!

Late that night, Travis Moore returned to his messy apartment not believing what a fantastic day this had been for him.  'Shit, it's like winning the fuck'n lottery!  And this purty prize is one that'd be up fer sale!' he thought.  Having forced the priest to give him the babe's name and address before departing back to the dispatch office, Travis waited till his shift was over to do a drive-by of the beauty's home.  Thinking of the frazzled old priest, Travis could only laugh for he wasn't one to go to church and now more so in seeing what a complete farce it was.

Travis had no intention of turning the priest in, especially as he felt 'Hell, he's only human!  What guy wouldn't git turned on by that beautiful bitch, even if he is a priest!'  He wondered and thought 'Should I have promised the phony do-gooder priest all that I did?  Aw hell, why not!  Besides, it's better to have him help me willingly rather than reluctantly!'  Travis then began to ponder just how to go about pulling off this little caper, but with the horny priest eager to now assist, it should be a snap.

Thinking back to that afternoon, Travis had to laugh recalling how the old man's eyes lit up when he promised the old geezer that he'd soon get to eat the young wife out and even fuck her without her knowing its him!  'Hell, it'll even be fuck'n exciting to see the fat old priest eating out a member of his congregation, then watching him fuck a woman after presiding over her own wedding!' he thought.  'Hmmm, once the old geezer gits a taste of beaver and gitting his rocks off, he might jist want me to help him git into other purty members of his congregation!' Travis pondered.

Then a light bulb flashed in Travis' mind and he smiled, thinking "Since she's gone to this church from before high school, that means all her family and friends are in the area!  So's there's nothing she wouldn't do to avoid being publicly disgraced!  Hmmm, God …………….what would she do later, if I's showed up on her doorstep with a video of her being eaten out by the Good Father and then with the old geezer humping her bareback doggie style?  Damn, Travis my man, yer thinking with the right head now!"

On a roll now, more and more possibilities poured into his devious mind as Travis realized "That little bitch is gonna be all yers …………….any time ya want some nookie!  Fuck …………………the pricks I know would pay big bucks to bed a beautiful bitch like that!  That limp noodle of a husband she's married to has his folks and friends in the area too, according to the priest!  So's he's not going to be exposed as to being a little woosie who can't satisfy his purty little wife!  Hmmm, maybe he's the type who gits his rocks off watching a big black buck like me boning his wife, seeing her long sexy white legs wrapped around my black ass when I's cum in her!"

In doing his drive-by before it got too dark, scouting the nice suburban neighborhood where the Mannings lived, it appeared the devil was looking after his own when Travis came up to the address he was looking for.  Just when he had made out the address across the small street, the Manning's garage door opened up.  There was the lovely beauty again, now dressed in a sleek black dress and 3" black heels, apparently about to go out to dinner with that limp-dicked punk she was married to.

Driving off a bit to park his van, Travis pulled out when the Manning's beamer passed him.  Fortunately the rush hour was over and traffic was not too heavy, allowing Travis to follow the young couple.  Another plus in Travis' favor was that they were headed to the steak house in the nearby mall.  Watching the leggy babe walk hand in hand with the limp-dicked punk only served to give him a fucking hardon.  Once they disappeared into the restaurant, knowing his overalls would not cut the mustard, Travis hopped in the back of the van to change into the fairly decent street clothes he always carried with him.

Taking a seat at the bar that afforded him a view to the succulent beauty who was off in a distance, Travis then ordered a drink.   With a side view of the beauty, able to see her sleek white legs under the table cloth, Travis smiled at the thought of seeing the portly old priest kneeling between them and getting his face up to her panties.  'Oh, fuck ………gitting the fat pig on film while he eats ya outta do the trick ……………..then ya'll be all mine ……………..any time I's want!' Travis concluded, cock aching as he observed the beauty's heel drop partially as she began toying with her shoe.

Having stayed at the bar until the couple had finished dinner and departed for home.  Slipping the confiscated videotape into the VCR and turning on the television, Travis licked his lips as it started right up with a shot up the beauty's skirt as she sat down in the chair.  'Damn, I's jist gotta get between to fuck'n sexy legs …………………and soon!' Travis told himself as he whipped out his pecker.  Watching the hidden video of the beauty's legs as he stroked his boner, his mind began to play out various scenarios that would allow the priest to get his jollies and for Travis to bone the lovely young wife.

The next day, after getting the phone call from the blackmailing technician, Father Sullivan nervously checked the recently updated folder of the congregation members.  Having listened to what Mr. Moore had in mind for the lovely Mrs. Manning, Father Sullivan swallowed as wondered if he dared go through with such a devious plot.  But faced with public disgrace if he didn't, he decided to go through with it, though the aspect of him getting to know the beautiful young wife in a very intimate way did influence his decision greatly.

Surprised to get a phone call at work from Father Sullivan, Michelle listened as he advised "Mrs. Manning, please forgive me for calling you at your work place but I thought this was very important and good news to relay to you!  Is it possible for you to stop by the sanctuary after work today and I'll explain it all to you!  I had not mentioned this possibility to you yesterday for fear it'd get your hopes up!  But I rushed my request through to the bishop and received permission to proceed with your case situation!"  Hearing this, Michelle could only reply with "Certainly, Father, I'll be there just before 5!"

Quite anxious to hear what the good news Father Sullivan had to tell her, Michelle fought the heavy traffic as she made her way to the church.  Turning into the basically empty parking lot, she pulled into the stall nearest the sanctuary, right next to a white van with dark tinted windows.  Leaning forward to check herself in the rearview mirror, putting on some fresh lipstick, Michelle did not realize that she was being filmed and ogled from a tinted porthole of the van just a few feet away.  With the hem of her dress riding up her thighs, her sexy while legs provided quite a tempting sight.

Seated across from Father Sullivan, with more powerful mini-cameras added to the room and being broadcast out to the white van in the parking lot, Michelle anxiously prodded Father Sullivan as to the 'good' news he had for her.  She tried to comprehend as Father Sullivan explained "It's an entirely new concept being undertaken by the church, one that has not been publicly announced to the congregation!  With the divorce rate soaring, adultery commonplace, the church has come to realize that it must attempt to turn the tide!"

Listening on the conversation, watching it all unfold in his air conditioned van, Travis encouraged the Good Father "Yeah, that's the way ……………….ya's got the purty little bitch taking it all in hook, line and sinker!"  He listened as Father Sullivan continued on with his spiel "Mrs. Manning, I explained your entire situation to the bishop who is responsible for granting special dispensation for participants in the church's new program!  Such special dispensation is being granted in hopes that it will save your marriage and also to prevent the need for ……………………..the seeking of other companionship to satisfy one's needs!"

Blinking her eyes rapidly, trying to comprehend things, Michelle stammered "You ………………you mean I've been personally been approved for this ………….this sexual type experience?  What …………………what ………………how does this ……………..how do we proceed with this?"  Fidgeting nervously, Michelle advised "Father ……………I ………………I ……………….I don't think I could do anything more than just counseling!"

Pulling his chair around the desk to sit close to the lovely young wife, using the excuse of comforting her, Father Sullivan reached out to take the soft manicured hands into his.  Just the touch of her soft hands in his had him thinking with the wrong head, the one rising up between his legs to push at his holy robe.  Back of his palms pushing his boner back down, the devilish priest was so tempted to do the unthinkable, that of having the lovely wife's soft pretty hand pressed directly upon his hardon.

"My dear child, believe me, this has been fully researched and approved by the church!  It goes far beyond normal counseling but it's fully approved and even to be administered by doctor specializing in this field!  The doctor and his nurse are the only two to be with you, where you are not touched physically in any manner other than the use of special equipment ……………something like going to the dentist to cure a toothache!" Father Sullivan.

Seeing the young beauty nodded a 'yes', he added "The only thing you need to do is to set six hours aside without telling Mike of what you're doing!  You let me know the date and time and I'll set it all up!  But the quicker the better ………………….before your marital situation worsens any further!"  Seeing the pains of indecision on the beauty's face, Father Sullivan smiled as she replied "Well ………………..if you're sure the church approves of me undergoing this ……………this treatment ……………………then, I ……………….I feel obligated to undergo this in order to save my marriage!  Saturday ……………..Saturday ……………Mike is off golfing the entire day!"

Dressing in a nice black skirt and white blouse, along with black heels, Michelle bit at her lips in nervous as she looked at herself in the bedroom mirror.  Filled with butterflies, at first wondering if she could undergo the treatment, but then convinced herself that it was for the benefit of saving her marriage with Mike.  She would have to steel herself, get over the self-consciousness, even it meant having other present for this rather unconventional treatment.  'After all, like Father Sullivan said, a professional doctor and nurse will be administering the treatment and they're professionals in their jobs!' she convinced herself.

Pulling into the near empty parking lot of the church, seeing only the car driven Father Sullivan and a white van in the parking lot, Michelle was rather nervous and even a bit reluctant to proceed with this therapy.  She was so glad as Father Sullivan greeted her in the courtyard, putting her at ease as he clasped her hands in what outwardly appeared to be one for reassurance.  Accompanying the portly priest into the sanctuary, she fidgeted about as the priest went to pour each of them a glass of wine.

Though early in the morning Michelle readily accepted the glass as Father Sullivan advised it would help to settle her nerves and help her undergo the treatment.  Little did Michelle suspect that her glass had been well-prepared in advance, the bottom of her wine glass already laced with a very potent drug that would have her quite groggy and her vision quite blurred.  Also mixed in was a dose of the new liquid and highly potent 'Spanish Fly' that would have her badly in of sexual relief.

Sipping at her glass of wine, Michelle listened as Father Sullivan briefed her on the procedure, telling her that the doctor and nurse were getting everything prepared.  As she began to get woozy, having nearly finished the entire glass of wine, Michelle blinked her eyes rapidly in an attempt to focus them as the room began to spin about.  With Father Sullivan now standing beside the chair she was sitting, helping her tilt the wine glass up to her lips so she could finish its content, Michelle was glad to have him take the glass from her.

Assisted up onto her wobbly legs, Michelle found herself being escorted into an adjoining room and found herself looking at what appeared a bed equipped with leg stirrups, something that one would find in a doctor's office.  Assisted by the hand on her elbow, Michelle carefully stepped onto the footstool and then got into a sitting position on the examination bed.  Heart pounding, feeling a nervous and shy with the priest there, Michelle breathed a sigh of relief as Father Sullivan advised "Just treat this like going to a doctor's office, Mrs. Manning!  Now you lay back while I go and summon the doctor!  Remember, he's a professional so do not be embarrassed in any way!"

As Father Sullivan disappeared out the door, Michelle was quite glad to be able to lay down, feeling so groggy from the glass of wine.  Michelle wondered if she should remove her heels before lying down flat but then decided to leave them on, not wanting to take off any item of clothing unless instructed to do so.  Shivering, feeling the potent effects of the aphrodisiac, she gritted her teeth to steel willpower and keep from giving into the urge to touch herself.  Tips of her nipples aching to be touch, a nagging itch between her legs, Michelle could only clench her thighs tightly in hopes of stemming the need to be touched intimately.

With the door opening, the appearance of a large figure dressed in a hospital gown like that of surgery scrubs, Michelle heard the obvious male voice say "Good morning, Mrs. Manning, I'm Dr. Schultz!  Father Sullivan has briefed me fully on the problem you relayed to him!  I'm sure we'll be able to ease the frustrating situation and perhaps give you a different perspective on things!  Rest assured that this therapy has been fully approved by the church!"  Unable to keep her heavy eyelids open to focus on the doctor, the room seemed to be spinning about faster and faster, the surrounding lights turned off and now she was spotlighted in the entire room.

Deliberately speaking clearly and distinctly, doing away with his accent from being brought up in the ghetto and that of having to survive on the street, Travis knew that he'd have to play the part of a more refined person in order to pull everything off.  But he knew that the potent drug administered to the lovely young wife would help greatly in him pulling it off.  His cock hardened under the surgical gown when the innocent beauty expressed her fear in saying "Oh, doctor ………………I ………………..I …………feel so funny!  I'm afraid ………………….afraid to do …………….to go through with this!"

Then to reassure the nervous beauty further, he advised "Please rest assured that only the special instruments I've brought will touch your body and that you will have no physically contact with another person!  With this particular therapy, it's the mind that plays the most important factor!  All the equipment have been shaped to that of a part of the human anatomy ………………so when you feel something touch you …………think of your loving husband …………………try to imagine what part of his body is touching you!"

Pillow taken from under her head, Michelle was now looking up at the ceiling, with the doctor down to the right side of her.  Michelle heard the door open and close, then heard a cart being rolled towards her as Dr. Schultz said "Okay, with the equipment hear and Nurse Hastings to assist, we're ready to proceed with the therapy!"  Able to focus only a short distance, Michelle the blurry outline of Dr. Schultz take the tray and place it right across her body.  Various thing were lined up atop of the trap with the bottom having a white cloth that dropped straight down, essentially preventing Michelle from seeing beyond the cart.

Blinking, trying to focus on the number of objects standing atop of the cart, each of the same shape but of differing heights with each getting bigger and taller from the right hand side.   "Can you make out the part of the anatomy you're looking at, Mrs. Manning?" she was asked.  Squinting her eyes, all the objects looked to be shaped like …………….like a male's penis, causing Michelle to gasp out loud.  "Yes …………that's right, Mrs. Manning!  They're all shaped of a male's prized possession in different lengths and sizes!" she was advised.

Hearing Dr. Schultz advise "Nurse Hastings, please prepare the patient so we may proceed!"  Michelle's body stiffened upon feeling what seemed like caressing hands going up under her skirt, fingertips grazing the outside of her thighs.  Shivering upon feeling fingers grasping the waistband of her panties and begin to bare her sex, Michelle tried to relax, telling herself that this was like being in her gynecologist's office for an examination.

Little did Michelle realize that Nurse Hastings who had come in with the cart, was really Father Sullivan who had gone into the other room to disrobe all of his clothing before re-entering with the tray of dildos.  That it was Father Sullivan who had done the honors of stripping her of her lacy white panties.  The very same panties that Father Sullivan that were now balled up and held up against his face as he breathed in its sweet fragrance and got to sample a taste of her.

"Just relax, Mrs. Manning!  Relax your legs!" Michelle heard the doctor advise.  Unable to see beyond the tray, with its drop-like curtain, she felt her right leg being raised and her ankle and heel placed in the foot stirrup.  Next, the same was performed to her left leg.  Then straps were wrapped around her ankles, forcing her to remain in the exposed and vulnerable position.  Then there sounds of the table being adjusted and the examination table just beyond her waist folded down.

Travis smiled as at duped beauty really thought he was a professional.  "As I explained earlier, all the equipment is shaped to that of the human anatomy, just like these dildos!  Now I want you to identify the next object you feel, tell me what you think it is, then pretend that the object is that of your husband'!  Okay?  Ready?  Nurse Hastings will now put the object into place!"

For Father Sullivan, the plan concocted by this devilish technician was just too good to be true.  Having been afforded the opportunity of touching this succulent beauty, stripping her of her panties, and now he was about to perform what had been unthinkable just days ago.  As orally rehearsed with his blackmailer, kneeling on a soft cushion, Father Sullivan moved into position so that his cheeks were rubbing up against the pretty Mrs. Manning's soft inner thighs.  Just inches away from her soft curls, he inhaled more of the sweet fragrance like that of her panties.

Stunned and looking up at the doctor standing off to the side, trying to get her blurry eyes focused, Michelle heard him ask "Can you identify what that gadget feels like, Mrs. Manning?  What part of a male would possible be there, between your lovely legs?"  Swallowing, Micelle panted out "It …………….it feels like ………………a ………….a man's head!"  "Excellent, Mrs. Manning!  Now just pretend it's your husband's head between your legs!  Nurse Hastings will now adjust the equipment before turning it on!" the doctor advised.

Upon hearing this, a smiling Father Sullivan shuffled forward with wide open mouth, clamping it right over the beauty's pink slit.  He could swear that he had heard Mrs. Manning's loud gasp as he clamped his mouth down on her sex.  Then he heard from above "Okay, Nurse Hastings …………….turn it only low and then increase the tempo slowly!"  Hearing that cue, Father Sullivan turned on the small fan that he had plugged in earlier and at the same time slowly darted his tongue in and out of the slick slit.

"Oh ………………..ohhhhh ………………..oh, my Goddddddddddddddd!" Michelle shuddered as she pictured her husband's face buried between her thighs and sticking his tongue into her.  Never having had the pleasure of being eaten out in her young life, Michelle couldn't believe anything could feel so exquisite.  Pressing her heels down into the supporting stirrups, she sought to arch her hips up into the pleasure giving instrument.

Fan turn up a notch and creating a louder noise also coincided with Father Sullivan's tongue flicking in her slit to lap up the juices being emitted.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ……………………..ohhhhhhh, it feels ………………so goodddddddddddddddddd!" Michelle screamed out.  Another click increasing the flicking between her legs had Michelle screaming "Yessss …………………oh, yesssssss ………………yes ………………………oh, God ……………..yesssssssssssssssssssssssssss!"  A moment later, another click led Michelle to screech "Oh, Goddddddddddddd …………………I ………………………I'm ……………….cummingggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!"

Lapping out the beauty's sweet honey, Father Sullivan was proud of himself for performing so admirably, considering his inexperience and this being his very first opportunity to indulge in his darkest fantasies.  He had been tempted to wank himself off in the process of eating Mrs. Manning out but wanted to be certain he had enough juice left for later, as Mr. Moore had promised him an opportunity to seed the lovely beauty.  As Mrs. Manning began to descend back down to earth, he turned the fan back down a notch along with his tonguing, continuing till the fan was off completely.

Recuperating from the most fantastic orgasm experienced in her life, Michelle blinked her eyes to see what was touching her left breast with circular motions, then flicking up against her aroused nipple.  Panting in heat as her sensitive nipple stiffened, now clearly indenting her crisp white blouse and lacy white bra below, Michelle saw that the doctor was using the smallest of the dildos on the tray to stimulate her.  Then, her right breast was stimulated in the same manner to produce identical results.

Dildo removed and handed off beyond the blocking tray, she heard the doctor advise "Nurse Hastings will be attaching it to the machine to begin the next treatment phase!"  Then the good doctor brought up another dildo, this one with an attachment at the base, and the doctor explained "When we find the right size for you, we'll then put on this attachment!  Watch what it'll do, Mrs. Manning!"  Michelle was astonished when the doctor squeezed the rubber testicles and out spurted a thick white fluid from the tip of the dildo, like that of a real cock.

Pressing the tip of the smallest dildo up against the now juicy slit, Father Sullivan turned the fan back on to the first notch, then began to slowly push the dildo in and out of her tight slit.  "Feel that, Mrs. Manning?  Tell me what you feel!" the doctor asked of her.  "Yes ………………it ……………it feels exactly like my husband's ………in me!" came the response.  Upping the speed of the fan, speeding up the dildo fucking, upon being questioned the young beauty responded "Yes, yes ……………that feels better!"  Then Father Sullivan heard the doctor advise "Okay, we'll stop and change to the next size to find what suits you best!"

Small dildo removed, replaced by a larger one, Father Sullivan proceeded on as he had done with the first.  Third, fourth, fifth, and sixth dildo followed as Father Sullivan had the innocent young wife going deliriously out of her mind in desperate need of getting fuck satisfaction.  Finally, the last of the dildos was taken from the tray and being handed to him, a twelve-inch long one that was black in color.  This was far bigger that the last one he had used.

With the big thick head of the dildo pushing up against her, having seen the size of it upon the tray, Michelle panted in anticipation and fear.  With fear setting in, Michelle stammered out "Doctor ……………….doctor ………………..it ……………..its not going to fit!  It'll tear me!  Please ………………let's go back to the last one!"  With the doctor patting her hand with his gloved one to reassure her, she was a bit relieved but still scared when he advised "I'll take over on this one Nurse Hastings!"

Moving out from between the beauty's legs, Father Sullivan proceeded to get the camcorder stashed off to the side to get close-up shots of what was to come next.  Staying out in the shadows, he commenced videotaping as the good 'doctor' stood between the beauty's widespread and secured legs.  "We'll get this one to fit, Mrs. Manning!  It's just a matter of getting you to adjust to the size of it!  But I assure you, it'll give you the ultimate pleasure!  First to put the attachment on it!" the lovely wife was assured.

But as Father Sullivan could see, no attachment was necessary here, not with the devious Mr. Moore rubbing the head of his giant cock up against her slit.  'My, God ………….it's even bigger than the black dildo …………………longer and thicker!' he realized.  Seeing the man lean forward, pushing his bloated cockhead against the beauty's inflamed twat, Father Sullivan thought 'No way ………………….no way in hell he'll get it in!'  Then as the cockhead rammed in, Mrs. Manning screeched "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww …………………too bigggggggggggggg …………………….stoppppppppppppppppp ………………it hurtsssssssssssssssssssss!"

"There, there, Mrs. Manning ……………..you're doing fine ………………just fine!  Just relax!  Just relax and I'll be able to get more of it in!" Travis advised.  As the panting beauty complied, loosening the tightening grip on his cock, he gave her a few more slow strokes.  All of his strokes coordinated with the flicking of the switch on the nearby fan to have the deceived wife continue to believe it was so mechanical gadget being administered to her.  Stroking slowly, getting his thick cock lubricated, he turned the fan up a notch to coincide with his sped up the fuck.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh …………………………..ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …………………..ah ………………..ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …………………….mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" came the now pleasurable moans of the duped and raped beauty.  "Does that feel good to you, Mrs. Manning?" she was asked by the doctor.  "Yesssssssssss …………………..it ………………it feels goodddddd!" came the reply.  Another click of fan and now it was fucking at jackhammer speed as the raped wife was advised "Say when, Mrs. Manning!  Tell me when to shoot it out into you, sweetie!  Tell me when you're cumming!"

"Ahhhhh ………………………ahhhhh ………………….ahhhhh …………………oh ………………….Doctor ……………………Doctor ……………I ………………..I'm ……………………I'm cummmmminggggggg!  Shoot it ……………………shoot it …………………shoot it in meeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Yes ……………….yessssssssssssssss ………………..oh, yessssssssssssssssss …………………………hot ……………..so hot ……………………..it's so hottttttttttt ……………………it's burning meeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Arrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Michelle panted as a mind-shattering orgasm rocked her petite body as the hot spurting balm flooded her womb.

Having passed out in a dead faint, Michelle jerked her head back from the smelling salts used to revive her.  No longer on her back with legs strapped to the stirrups, Michelle discovered that she was on the same examination table, only on all fours with arms and legs strapped down tightly.  Unable to look back with the curtained tray again blocking her view, she heard the doctor's voice advise "The next phase of you treatment is about to begin and Nurse Hastings will soon start it up!  But first, tell me what part of the male anatomy are you now feeling, Mrs. Manning!"

"A …………penis …………….it feels like the tip of a male's penis!" Michelle stammered in response to the question.  "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she shivered as it felt to her like one of the mid-sized ones used earlier on her.  A click and then it began to move slowly in and out of her gushing slit.  "Ohhhh ………………….ooooooooo ……………….yes ……………..faster ……………………faster …………………….please ………….turn it up fasterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she pleaded.  Hearing the click and feeling the fuck speed up, Michelle panted "Oh, thank you …………………thank you …………………..thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Unable to keep from touching the beauty as planned, Father Sullivan reached forward to grasp her soft trim hips as he fucked into her wet messy cunt.  Gritting his teeth, trying to keep from cumming prematurely as well as to keep from groaning out loud with pleasure, he was thoroughly enjoying his very first fuck.  And what better way with a succulent little blonde beauty, who's wedding ceremony he had performed just weeks ago.

So what it he was getting sloppy seconds, it still gave him the opportunity to sate his lust as well as the chance of planting his seed in the beauty's fertile womb.  Then his hopes came true, as he brought the lovely young wife to a climax with her screaming out "Nowwww ……………………….now ……………………….shoot it ……………shoot it in me now ……………………pleaseeeee ……………………I'm cumminggggggggg!" Father Sullivan was only too happy to comply, spurting out his hot potent load into the lovely young wife.

A bit later, with legs spread out wider this time while still on all fours, Michelle accepted a bigger dildo doggie style.  Already accustomed to its large size from a bit earlier, she begged for it to be turned up to full speed right away.  "Yes ………………….oh, yes ………………………oh, Goddddddddddddddddd …………………………….oh, please …………don't stop ……………………don't let it stop ………………………….oh, God yesssssssssssssssssssss!" Michelle screamed out once again as she was fucked into oblivion.

Allowed to sleep off the potent drug and stimulant, as well as the exhausting fuck session, Michelle was awakened by the kind Father Sullivan patting her hand in his.  Seeing that she was lying down on a couch with legs not spread wide open, Michelle was relieved that she was dressed appropriately, feeling her panties back on although now with the crotchband sopping wet.

Michelle listened as Father Sullivan advised "The doctor wanted me to advise you that often more than one treatment is needed!  So, if and when you wish another therapy session like this, just let me know and I'll arrange it again!"  Feeling like a real woman once again, Michelle jumped at the chance of another therapy session, quickly asking "Father ………………I ………………is …………………is next week okay?  My ……………my husband goes golfing every Saturday!"
 

End of Story.