The wedding date was soon approaching for the lovely Deanna Williams and her fiancé Drew Hollington.  As Deanna’s Uncle Jim was a professional photographer, it was only natural that he would photograph the wedding.  To avoid a potential time crunch on her wedding day and to ensure a top-quality bridal shoot for his favorite niece, he had suggested the bridal shots be taken at the church several days prior to the actual wedding.

     Deanna had stopped by the church weeks in advance and met with the priest and church secretary.   The church would be available on the Monday evening prior to the scheduled wedding and they indicated she was more than welcome to have photos taken then.  As the janitor/handyman had just started at 4 p.m., Deanna was introduced to the elderly black man, who would let her into the church on the night of the photo shoot.

     Ike Tarver was only too pleased to meet the lovely bride-to-be.  He shook her soft petite hand in greeting.  His old black cock giving a twitch at the feel of such a soft pretty white hand.  Ike would give anything to feel this soft hand stroking his shriveled cock.  He noticed the beauty flinch as he held her hand a bit longer than necessary.  Ike was surprised to learn that this beauty was getting married as she appeared to be only a teenager.  In making this comment, Deanna blushed and advised him that she was truly 23 years of age.

     In all of his 70 years of age, Ike had never seen such a beauty as this.  So young and virginal looking, with a flawless ivory body, this beauty had old Ike drooling like an idiot.  “God, I’d give anything for a chance to get into his little beauty’s tight little panties.  What I’d give to ‘ruin’ such an innocent white bitch and maybe knock her up with a black baby”, he thought to himself.  He was so old that even the ugly prostitutes merely laughed at him when he tried to buy their services.  For the last 10 years of so, Ike could only get off with the assistance of his hand.  In his entire life, Ike had only dreamt
of what it’d feel like in defiling a beautiful white woman.  Never had he lucked out in finding a white woman, other than some ugly prostitutes, who would give him the time of day but even that was many years ago.

     Each night, for the next two weeks, Ike lay in bed and wanked away at his shriveled and drooping black cock.  He wished he could get it back up to the 10” that he proudly possessed as a young man.  But with age, it seemed to have shriveled and drooped somewhat, even though hard as he could get it.  But he could still get it to grow to a full 8” in length.  As he pictured the beautiful Deanna Williams he would soon dribble out a thick flow of hot cum, a bubbling up of his thick cum versus the streams he could shoot in the good ole days.

     An evening photo shoot would work out perfectly, as Deanna did not want to take her uncle away from his studio during the day.  Also, Deanna wanted the day available to handle the real estate showings and not miss any potential sales.  A sale would definitely help with the expenses of the wedding.  She would go from her last appointment directly to the church and change into her wedding gown there, having packed it carefully in her car that day.

     On the Monday of the photo shoot, Deanna was a bit exhausted from the number of showings but was quite happy to have closed the sale at the end of the day.  The paperwork took longer than anticipated and Deanna rushed to the church.  The old janitor greeted her as she arrived and greeted her with a handshake.  For some reason, this man made her skin crawl, feeling his touch was far longer than necessary.  His eyes appeared to be stripping her of her clothing.  But Deanna dismissed it as this was a church and scolded herself for even thinking such a thing.

     Ike directed the lovely bride-to-be to the dressing room where she could change into her beautiful wedding gown.  Ike looked at the lovely beauty, dressed in an alluring outfit consisting of a white blazer, emerald green silk blouse, white skirt and heels.  He looked at Deanna’s trim ivory legs, encased in her trim white heels as she walked to the dressing room, with her makeup kit, small hair dryer, and wedding gown.  ‘God’, he thought, ‘I’d give anything to get between those sweet white legs’, as he stroked his pulsing black cock through his pants.  Ike thought of just bursting into the dressing room and raping the young beauty there, but dismissed the thought as the photographer would be arriving at any moment.  Ike saw the lovely blonde emerge from the dressing room, purchase a coke from the machine and return to the dressing room.

    A few minutes later, Ike watched Deanna walk to the church’s parking to retrieve another item.  Ike’s mind began racing.  He quickly got his wallet out and searched for the ‘roofie’ that he always carried with him.  He had purchased it months ago on the chance that he could slip it to an unsuspecting beauty.  This was his chance to use this knockout drug for the first time ever.  He rushed to the empty dressing room and quickly slipped the ‘roofie’ into the bride’s can of coke.

     Watching Deanna return from the parking lot, Ike smiled to the lovely bride-to-be as she returned with her bridal veil.  His eyes followed her every step back into the dressing room.
 

 
       Ten minutes later, Ike observed Deanna step out of the dressing room in her stunning white lace wedding gown, minus her bridal veil.  He saw her peer into the parking lot and smile as she observed her uncle’s van. Ike followed the excited bride out to the van, offering to help the photographer unload his gear.  This allowed Deanna to return to finish primping in the dressing room, at which time Ike also hoped she would finish her can of coke.

     While the photographer was unpacking some of his equipment, the cunning janitor seized the opportunity to hide one of the camera bags.  The photographer chatted good-naturedly with the janitor as he adjusted the studio lights, failing to notice the sinister smile on the old man’s face as Ike observed the beautiful bride emerging from the dressing room and tossing the empty coke can in the trash.  It was then that the photographer realized the camera bag was missing.

     “Honey, I’m sorry.  I must’ve left my camera bag out in the van,” Deanna’s uncle shrugged.  “I’ll just run out to the van and be right back, okay?”

     Ike followed the unwitting photographer out to the van, smiling to himself in the knowledge the search would turn up empty.  “Listen, Ike, I must’ve left it back at the studio,” the photographer sighed, then added “Tell ya what let’s do.  I’ll zip back to the studio and be right back, okay?  It oughta take me about twenty minutes or so each way, and tell Deanna I’ll phone her from the studio before I head back, okay?”

     “Yessa, I’ll tell ‘er for ya,” Ike waved as he shuffled back toward the church.  Ike relayed the message to the disappointed young bride-to-be, then left her to the effects of  the rohypnol.  He noted that she was already a bit shaky, visibly affected by the drug, knowing it would only be a few more minutes until she was passed out cold.

     Ike watched the beautiful blonde in her long white wedding gown, the white symbol of purity.   He saw her head and veil begin to bob, a signal that the mind-numbing effects of the drug were taking their toll.  After 10 minutes, the bride’s head slumped to the side, in a deep sleep caused by the ‘roofie’.  Ike took it carefully as he approached the drugged beauty.  He smiled when the beauty did not respond to his shaking of her shoulder.

     The beautiful bride was 5’3” and petite in size, weighing only 115 lbs.  Although the black janitor was 70 years of age, he kept in shape with all the handy work and lifting this little beauty was no problem at all.  With one hand under the knees and one along her back, Ike had to carry the beauty only a few feet to lay her at the foot of the alter.  As he carried her, the bride’s purse fell onto the top step.  Laying her on her back, he let the bride’s legs drape down the steps.

     Panting in anticipation, the old black janitor licked his lips and drew the bridal gown up to reveal the trim ivory legs and thighs.  As this was only a photo shoot, Deanna felt there was no need to wear the white nylons.  Ike groaned with lust as he stared at the unconscious bride, her wedding gown lewdly hiked up to her waist.  Ike knew he had to hurry as he had only 30 minutes or so before the bride’s uncle returned.  He gazed at the lacy white panties that covered the bride’s precious jewel.  The stubby black fingers began to caress the silky piece of protection.

     The black hands grasped the tiny white garment and drew it down the trim ivory thighs, revealing the soft blonde fleece.  Ike took a deep breath as he drew the lacy white panties down the trim legs, over and off the trim white heels.  Licking his lips, Ike just had to get a taste of the sweet honey pie before him.  Spreading the trim white thighs, he leaned forward to bury his face in the soft mound.  Then, his thick tongue darted forward to part the furry mound and licked at the warm slick groove.  Burying his tongue in the tight snatch, the old man lapped at the sweet nectar.

     Not having had a woman in years, the old janitor knew he had to get his cock into the lovely bride soon or shoot his load onto the carpeted floor.  He knelt at the top step and pulled the drugged bride till her precious treasure was at the edge of the step, right at the level of his hardening black cock.  Ike groaned as his cock touched the soft golden fleece, having to hold still or lose his load before getting it in.  Then he pushed against the tight slit, pushing harder to force his black tool into the drugged bride.  He reared his bony black frame back and shoved forward again and again, burying his cock as deep as he could.  Ike smiled knowing he had just done the unthinkable and nailed this innocent white bride.  He would soon be spurting his thick load into this unsuspecting young beauty.  Ike wondered what her loving fiancé would say if he knew he was not going to get the precious treasure he anticipated, as that treasure was now being ‘ruined’ by a nigger’s cock.

     Then Ike was startled as the cell phone began to ring in the bride’s purse.  Ike looked and traced the sound to the purse that lay a few feet away.  Then he remembered her uncle mentioning that he would call from the studio.  Reaching over, pulling his cock out till only the black cockhead was enveloped in the slick quim, Ike got the purse and emptied it to find the damn phone.   Answering the phone, it was indeed the bride’s uncle.  Ike advised him that the bride had asked him to answer the phone should it ring and had gone to redo her makeup.

     The photographer advised Ike that the camera bag wasn’t at the studio and asked if he could recheck the church and parking lot again, just in case it had been overlooked earlier.  Ike told him it was no problem and would look around a bit and would be back with him in a couple of minutes.  With that, Ike put the phone down and began his fucking of the beautiful bride in earnest.

     It less than a minute, Ike could feel the telltale tingle and knew his cock was about to explode in the unwitting blonde’s snug little pussy.  Just as he was about to cum, he picked up the cell phone and groaned into it “Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhh!  Here it is!  I got it!”, as his black cock erupted like a geyser deep in the

     Five minutes later, Ike pulled his shriveled old cock from the tight confines.  It was released with a ‘pop’.  Ike kneeled and observed the beautiful but now ‘ruined’ little bride.  He smiled, hoping that he may just have knocked up the little beauty.  With only about 15 more minutes before her uncle returned, Ike knew he could not get his dwindling old cock back up in time.

     Ike glanced over at the items on the floor, contents of the beauty’s purse.  He noticed a disposable camera laying on the floor.  Ike grabbed it and found that it was fully loaded.  As disposable cameras were relatively inexpensive, Ike was not worried that it would be discovered missing as it could be easily replaced by the lovely bride.  As a real estate agent, Deanna considered the disposable camera a valuable and necessary tool, often photographing property and new listings, but she could have never imagined that someday this valuable and necessary tool would be used by a rapist to photograph her own humiliating defilement.

     To set the stage, Ike dragged the beauty back and propped her up against the base of the alter.  He pulled the wedding gown up and bunched it at the waist.  Then he bent Deanna’s trim white legs up, with the spikes of the white heels in the carpet, he then spread wide the trim white thighs.

     Then the real ‘photo shoot’ of the lovely bride began.  The sleeping bride’s face would be clearly visible and recognizable.  He had first lifted the bridal veil for the photo shoot to begin.  Looking at the soft pink lips of the young beauty, the now soft and shrinking black cock twitched at the thought of those sweet lips on his cock.  He just had to have those sweet lips on his cock.  He leaned forward and rubbed his twitching cock and rubbed a filthy coat of his mucous over her soft lips.  Pushing forward a bit, the soft pink lips opened a bit to admit the slimy cockhead.  Ike leaned back as far as he could and snapped three shots of the obscene sight, just as his cock twitched out its final flow of its slimy goo.  Backing off and zipping up his pants, he began clicking away, moving up till the last few shots were only of the bride’s soiled beaver.  Those last shots showed the thick nigger goo oozing from the reddened slit.

     Once the entire roll was depleted, Ike retrieved the lacy white panties and drew it up over the white heels and back into place.  Then Ike carried the bride to the first pew, laying her there to sleep it off as he gathered and returned the contents to her purse, minus the disposable camera he kept for himself.

     Upon the return of the bride’s uncle, Ike advised him that “Ms. Williams mentioned she was exhausted and apparently fell asleep a while ago.  “No wonder,” Uncle Jim shrugged, “I mean, the stress of planning her wedding, working seven days a week selling real estate must’ve just wiped her right out,” Uncle Jim told the janitor.  Thus Ike and Uncle Jim began loading up the equipment.

    Then Uncle Jim tried futilely to wake his niece but it was obvious she would be too tired to drive even if he woke her.  Uncle Jim was well aware that his niece was a notoriously sound sleeper, so he was not overly concerned that his efforts to rouse her had failed.  Besides, it was obvious the bridal shoot would have to be either postponed or canceled anyway.

    Uncle Jim told the janitor that they’d pick up Deanna’s car the next day.  As a photographer, Uncle Jim knew it would ruin his niece’s wedding gown to leave her in it much longer, so he carried her into the dressing room.  There he redressed her in the white skirt, blazer and silk blouse she’d worn to the church.  Then Uncle Jim carried his beautiful niece to the van.  As the janitor opened the side door to the van, the bride was carefully laid onto the back seat.  The wily old codger breathed a sigh of relief as the van pulled away, secure in the knowledge he had just raped and defiled the beautiful young bride-to-be, and neither she nor her uncle were any the wiser.

     The next day, however, the old janitor had felt very guilty.  Not for having raped the beautiful young bride in her wedding gown, but he felt guilty for having sinned right in his own church.  Ike had worked at the church for over 20 years.  He and Father Riley, the elderly priest, had become close friends.  He just had to confess his sins to the understanding priest.  Father Riley was shocked to hear this confession, especially as he had seen the lovely beauty just that morning when she came for her car.  Father Riley had talked with the lovely bride-to-be and she had merely apologized for having to leave her car overnight.  She assumed she had been so totally exhausted from work and the upcoming wedding that she had simply dozed off while awaiting her uncle’s return.  Now, after this confession, Father Riley knew it was the work of the drug that had really put the beauty out.

     On the other side of the confessional, Father Riley could not help the twitching of his own cock as he pictured the lovely Ms. Deanna Williams in her wedding gown being raped by the old black janitor.  Deep down, Father Riley wondered just what it would feel like to make love to a beautiful woman like Ms. Williams.  Father Riley had joined the priesthood at an early age and had taken the oath of celibacy, which he had been faithful to.  In fact, Father Riley had been struggling with unholy thoughts and sins of the flesh, having masturbated since puberty.  Thus, he had then joined the priesthood, hoping to exorcise the demons within him, but, over the years he occasionally gave in to his urge to masturbate, breaking his vow of abstinence.
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     Father Riley thought of the potential consequences, had the rape been discovered.  Not only would the church be disgraced but it could have faced a lawsuit, as the rape occurred on church property and by a church employee.  At least the victim was unaware she’d been drugged and raped, so unless the janitor told anyone else, that secret would remain in the confessional.  As a precaution, however, Father Riley advised the janitor that he had to turn over the remaining roofies in his possession immediately.  The janitor would  receive absolution on the condition that his sins not be discussed with anyone else.
Ike Tarver readily agreed and passed the roofies through the small opening to the holy father.  Also, Father Riley demanded that Ike Tarver turn over all the photos and negatives taken of the bride. Reluctantly, the janitor slipped a large envelope through the opening.  With that and a hundred Hail Mary’s, Ike Tarver was absolved of his sins in the church.

     That evening and the next, the portly old priest went to bed dreaming of the defilement of the beautiful blonde bride, to whom he would soon be administering the vow of holy matrimony.  Father Riley had illicit thoughts before but nothing of this magnitude. The elderly priest opened the envelope containing the obscene photographs of the bride in her wedding gown.  Viewing the beautiful bride in such lewd and provocative poses, Father Riley again resorted to masturbation for relief.  He was surprised to see the end results of his ejaculation, never having produced such an amount of sinful fluid.  This was followed by extreme guilt for his sins.  But with the passage of time, the guilt waned and the lustful thoughts resurfaced.

     Thursday evening came and Father Riley was at the church to preside over the wedding rehearsal of Ms. Deanna Williams and Mr. Drew Hollington.  Seeing the beautiful bride-to-be, Father Riley’s cock rose to attention under his black robe, wanting desperately to sample the treasures that the church’s janitor had discovered.  The bridal couple and their respective parents were there, along with the entire bridal party, thus Father Riley knew it would be difficult to be alone with the lovely bride for any length of time.  Deanna greeted him and introduced him each of the bridal party.  The elderly priest took in the beauty of the matron of honor, Mrs. Tina Fleming.  Tina, 23 years of age, had long blonde hair and was about the same height as the bride.

     During the break, while the bride was going over the wedding ceremony with both hers and Drew’s parents, Father Riley chatted briefly with the matron of honor.  In talking with her, Father Riley learned that she was totally in love with her husband, Larry Fleming.  It was obvious that she had been and always would be faithful to her vow of holy matrimony.  Father Riley learned that her loving husband had been called out of town earlier that day due to a business emergency, otherwise he would have accompanied her to the wedding rehearsal.  Tina expressed her hope that the emergency problem could be solved quickly so her husband could make it back in time for the wedding.

    At the end of the rehearsal, Father Riley finally managed to talk to the beautiful bride, wanting to be close to her.  To imagine those pink lips around the janitor’s black cock and then picturing those pink lips on his own throbbing cock.  Throughout the night, he continually caught himself staring at the lovely Deanna in her sexy heels, envious of the old janitor for having succeeded in spreading those ivory thighs, and remembering how sexy she looked in those obscene photos Ike had given him. He smiled at the thought of the beautiful bride possibly carrying the child of the old black janitor.  How he wished he could manage exactly what the janitor had accomplished.

    Saturday came quickly and Deanna was most thankful for having Tina by her side.  The stress and crisis encountered during the day would have been too much had her best friend not been there for her.  The wedding ceremony had gone smoothly, as well as the reception at the elegant hotel on the gulf. With the reception coming to an end, the celebration would be left to the younger crowd to party and dance the night away, thus Deanna shooed Tina away to join the party group.

     Father Riley had managed to be alone with the bride only briefly.  The hectic schedule of the wedding ceremony and reception had the bride and groom busy, especially with the many interruptions and many people congratulating them or trying to congratulate them.  It was obvious that the groom would be at the bride’s side throughout their memorable day.  Father Riley was quite disappointed, knowing he could not fulfill his dreams of taking advantage of the beautiful bride, forced to suppress his desires since the janitor’s confession and constant viewing of the photos.

    Father Riley sat near the bridal party, drinking straight shots of whisky, trying to keep his mind off the bride.  Then Tina came over to sit with the group.  Father Riley recalled talking to the matron of honor at the wedding rehearsal on Thursday.  He seemed to recall that her husband was out of town on a business emergency during the rehearsal.

    Tina sat across the table from Father Riley and reintroduced herself to the portly priest, as they had only talked briefly at the rehearsal.  Father Riley suddenly realized how much the attractive matron of honor resembled the bride.  He swallowed hard and his mind began to race.  Deanna and Tina each had long blonde hair, hazel eyes and were just about the same height.  Knowing that he would be unable to satisfy his desires for the bride, he needed to somehow relieve the pent-up lust in his body, this woman across of him piqued a new interest.  In chatting with Mrs. Fleming, it appeared her husband was unable to make it back for the wedding due to the business emergency.  Father Riley looked at the blonde woman across of him, dressed in a stunning red bridesmaid gown with matching heels and full-length evening gloves. 
 

    As the room grew warmer throughout the evening, Tina wanted to get a bit more comfortable and dance a bit with her friends.  With the reception coming to a close and many guests having left, Tina removed the full-length evening gloves.  Then opening her purse, she secured her wedding band and diamond ring and placed them on her ring finger.  All this did not escape the attention of the elderly priest.  Besides his lust for the beautiful bride, one fixation that had always plagued him was his desire for married woman, though he had never sought to satisfy that fixation.  But he desperately needed relief and this woman, without her husband present, offered the perfect solution.

    It was unfortunate that Tina’s husband could not wrap up the business emergency in time to fly back for the wedding. Deanna was a bit worried that Larry was not here enjoying the night with them and to accompany his wife on the drive home. Tina looked lovely in the red bridesmaid’s gown with spaghetti straps, accenting her ivory white skin even more.

    Before making their escape, Deanna wanted to thank her best friend for all the help that she had given her. It was immediately apparent to Deanna that Tina was a bit woozy from all the alcohol, so the concerned bride asked her brother Tim and Drew’s brother Robby to look after Tina, but Father Riley reassured her he would personally see to it that Tina got safely home.  Tina giggled and told Deanna not to worry about her, and that the bride and groom should already be up in the honeymoon suite by now.   Deanna smiled back, thrilled to finally be Mrs. Drew Hollington and relieved to know her best friend was in good hands.

     The reception continued on for another hour before the party finally wound down.  Father Riley’s hand felt the odd object in the pocket of his jacket, then realized what it was.  The object was the drug that he had confiscated during the janitor’s confession.  It was the mind-numbing drug Ike Tarver had used to rape the unwitting bride.  A drug that Ike Tarver had told him was called a ‘roofie’, before he had explained what the drug actually did.  Father Riley remembered that Ike had told him it would take twenty minutes or so for the drug to take full effect. “Well, Tina, why don’t you enjoy one last dance while I get us another drink, and then I’ll drive you home, okay?” “Thanks, Father!,” Tina slurred, “Sure, why not? One for the road, huh?”

     Both Tim and Robby had returned to the table, asking if they could assist in taking Tina home and not trouble the good father.  But Father Riley advised each of them that it was a solemn promise he made to the bride and as this was the bride’s wedding day, he must follow through with his promise.  With that explanation, neither Tim nor Robby had a rebuttal.

     After downing one last drink, Father Riley helped the noticeably drunk and woozy matron of honor to his car.  Opening the door for her, Father Riley got a glimpse of her cleavage with the top of her ivory breasts standing out due to light and the red bridesmaid’s gown.  He then licked his lips as he gazed at the petite blonde near him.  As Father Riley helped Tina into his car, the long slit on the left side of her dress parted, revealing a long slender white leg.  Father Riley was beside himself at this point, lustful thoughts and desires flooding through him.

     Fifteen minutes into the drive, Father Riley talked casually to Tina, learning that she and her husband were sweethearts from high school but didn’t get married till after college.  She and Larry Fleming had been married for just two years.  He also learned that they had been trying to start a family but had no success to date.

     Finally, Tina pointed out the street she lived on and to the house she shared with her husband.  The alcohol had obviously taken its full effect on Tina Fleming, her voice slurred and her legs were wobbly when Father Riley opened the car door for her.  The elderly priest smiled at the condition of the young wife, fingering the confiscated drug in his coat pocket, thinking of just what the drug would really do.

     Father Riley had his arm around the young housewife, keeping her from falling in her condition.  Tina managed to get the housekey from her purse but it was Father Riley who had to finally unlock the door for her and help her into the house.  Once inside, Father Riley escorted Tina to the large armchair and had her sit back and relax.  Then he asked where the tea was so he could make her a hot cup, saying it would make her feel much better once she had some.

     In the kitchen, the tea was easily made.  However, Father Riley could not suppress his evil desire to take advantage of this young wife, right in her own marital bed.  His hands were shaking as he dropped the small white pill with the word “Roche” emblazoned on it into the unsuspecting wife’s tea.  He watched as it quickly dissolved without a trace.  Placing the cup of ‘special’ tea on a tray, along with a cup of regular tea for himself, he carried it out to the living room.

     He watched the young wife consume the ‘special’ tea and then poured her a regular cup.  As he sipped on his tea, Father Riley made small talk with the drugged wife, noticing her voice slurring more as time went by.  After the second cup of tea, a bit more than twenty minutes since she consumed the drugged tea, it was obvious to Father Riley that the young wife was dozing off right before him.

     “Let me help you to your room, Mrs. Fleming!” the priest spoke commandingly.  With that, he helped the staggering wife up from the chair.  Everything was spinning in Tina’s mind at this point, unable to focus in any detail that was taking place as she was helped to her bedroom. Tina was helped along to her bedroom.  Father Riley flipped on the light switch, which lit up the two lamps along either side of the bed.  Then Tina lay upon her bed, a deep sleep came upon her in just another moment.

     Father Riley watched the sleeping young wife, lying on her marital bed.  He anxiously waited five minutes, not wanting to be surprised by Mrs. Fleming awakening from her drug induced sleep.  Then he shook her by the shoulders, calling her name, but getting no response.  His heart was pounding in anticipation and he was breathing hard.

     Catching his breath, he placed his hand on a bare thigh.  He then began to move his hand slowly upwards to touch Tina’s womanhood through her lacy red panties.  Father Riley groaned moments later, as he felt Tina’s panties becoming damp with her juices, a result of this unwanted stimulation.  Then the good Father took another step forward, moving his hand upward to gain entrance into the lacy garment.  His heart was pounding in his chest as his middle finger slid down and made contact with Tina’s slick groove.  Then the middle finger slipped in, worming its way to his second knuckle.  Father Riley thought he was having a heart attack the way his heart was pounding.

     Then Father Riley removed his invading finger and brought his right hand to his face, inhaling the fragrance of the sweet honey.  Then he began to lick his finger, for it had the thick heady musk of her sex on it. He reached out to cradle the sleeping beauty, his right hand slowly creeping down to the top of the low cut gown.  His thick fingers sneaking below the low neckline, touching the top of the matching red lacy bra.  Pudgy fingers delving further, the fingers encountered the soft mound of flesh.  And then the priest’s finger reached his prize, squeezing the hardening pink nipple between his fingers.

     The excited priest knew he had to experience all that was possible in this one night, knowing such an opportunity may never present itself again. But he had to be certain that the unsuspecting victim remain that way, in not knowing that a rape had taken place.  Peeling the thin straps off the milk white shoulders, the priest tugged the top of the dress down a bit and pulled the lacy bra to reveal the pink capped ivory breasts.

     Having freed her lacy bra, the lusting old priest shifted his attention to her red lace panties, drawing them down over the slim hips and down the long trim legs.  The priest gulped, bringing the lacy panties to his face and inhaled the sweet fragrance.  He then gazed upon the golden hair flowing around the young wife, displayed in all her splendor.

     The priest then shucked his clothing, shoes and undergarment to reveal his grossly overweight body.  He returned to the young wife’s thighs and licked his way up to the beauty’s precious jewel, located in the soft golden fleece between her trim thighs.  Upon reaching his goal, the priest buried his face into the soft golden fleece and rubbed his face about.  Then his thick wet tongue darted out in search of the precious jewel.  And then he found the slick groove.  The priest shivered at the intoxicating heady scent wharfting up from between her trim legs.  Then his tongue found the thick clit and began to tongue it playfully and trying to nip it with his teeth, causing the petite body to hunch up at his face in an uncontrolled response.

     It was almost too much for the flabby priest, this being his first time ever to experience all the events taking place on this marital bed.  He tried to rationalize this evil rape by telling himself he was merely helping the young wife in her desire to start a family.  With that, Father Riley scooted forward till his thick shaft teased at the entrance to the golden fleece.  Rubbing his shaft up and down, the blunt shaft gained entrance into the beauty’s precious womanhood.  Pumping forward again and again, the thick shaft was slowly buried to the entrance of the fertile womb.

     The flabby priest lay upon the petite young wife, bending his head to lick and taste the soft pink nipples, teasing them to hardness and rubbing his hairy chest against the hard buds. Grasping the trim hips, the elderly priest began to fuck the beautiful young wife, determined to fuck the hell out of her.  In no time, the body of the old priest began to shake “Ohhhhhh … ...............................ohhhh ..................................…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” the priest groaned, as his twitching old cock hardened like a rock and exploded its hot juice into the fertile womb of the unconscious wife.

     A half hour later, the flabby priest awoke from his exhausted doze, raising his body from the defiled young beauty.  He gazed down at the sleeping beauty, watching the white fluid oozing from her precious jewel.  Now nervous that the evidence would reveal the rape, Father Riley rushed to the bathroom for some tissues to wipe away the evidence. He reached for the lace panties on the floor and struggled to get them onto the unconscious woman.  Next, he pulled the lacy bra up into the proper position and pulled the spaghetti straps up onto her shoulders.  He grabbed a nearby blanket to cover the sleeping young wife, making it appear that she merely fell asleep atop the bed.

     Before leaving, Father Riley removed all evidence that he had even been in the Fleming’s house.  He washed the tea cups and other items used to make the tea and put the items back exactly where he had obtained them.  If ever questioned, he would merely say that he had escorted Mrs. Fleming to her front door only and then bid her goodbye.

     Six weeks later it was confirmed that Tina Fleming was in fact pregnant, and the unwitting husband and wife were thrilled.  “Honey, let’s surprise Deanna and Drew with the news on Sunday.  Their church isn’t much further than ours, and we could just meet them there and thank Father Riley at the same time.  You remember my telling you I told him that you and I were trying to start a family, and he said he’d pray for me to conceive.  Oh, won’t he be thrilled to know his prayer was answered?” spoke Tina excitedly.

     On Sunday morning, the excited couple arrived early, and, upon seeing the Hollington’s car pull up into the church’s parking lot, Tina rushed over to greet her best friend.  The two best friends embraced each other.  Then Tina pulled back a bit to announce “Guess what, I’m finally pregnant!  I wanted to come here today to tell you and to thank Father Riley for saying that special prayer for me!”

     Then Tina noticed the tearing in Deanna’s hazel eyes, as she bit her lip from crying.  “Deanna, honey, you mean you haven’t told Tina our good news yet?  You haven’t told her that you’re pregnant too?” Drew questioned.  Tina looked at her best friend and hugged her, whispering softly in her ear “Oh, Deanna, I’m so sorry!”
 

End of Story.