Fisting the Priest: A priest's adventures

By Sabrina

WARNING: This book contains graphical scenes of a sexual nature and fisting and is intended for readers over the age of 18.

 

John has transitioned from the trainee priest to a fully fledged father but he is still working for old Father Martin.  As his tasks increase he is sent out to visit the community in their home.  But through a mistake by his leader he is thrust into the world of Ronnie Renshaw and is soon under his spell.  All would be fine if it wasnt for Mrs Cleaver who seems hell bent of having forbidden fruit and John seems to be a pushover.

 

A sequal to Fisting the Trainee Priest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sabrina
• Release date: Feb 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215200933

Sabrina

Sabrina is an erotica author who loves to titalate with stories about ordinary people doing extraordinary things.   Sabrina loves to take walks in the park and is definately a people watcher, she likes to meet people and there is nothing more than interesting than listening to people's life story and learning so much from them.

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Fisting the Priest

By Sabrina

Part 2 - A Sequel to ‘Fisting the Trainee Priest’

Chapter 1

John walked around the room, his nerves had got the better of him and he found that pacing was the best way to pass the time.  Sat on a chair, that he continued to walk past, was his mother, she was both excited and nervous for him, her son causing her own anxiety to heighten.  They had been on their own in the room for only fifteen minutes but during that time John had worked himself into a panic.  Suddenly the big doors opened, and John wondered if this was it, if the time had come, but he saw Father Martin enter the room and walk toward him.

Father Martin could see that John looked pale and terrified, he smiled at him, as he reached him, his smile tried to broaden and he put his hand on John’s arm, ‘please John, take a seat, next to your mother’.

John ignored his invitation and said, ‘are we ready to start yet?’

Father Martin still smiling said, ‘not just yet, but we will be soon, relax and enjoy the moment, this is a wonderful occasion, and it only happens once’.

John did sit down and then turned to the father who was on the opposite side of him to his mother, ‘were you nervous when it was your turn’.

Father Martin laughed, ‘I can’t remember, it was so long ago, but don’t look at it as your turn, you have earned this through your hard work, not everyone makes it to be a priest and remember my friend you had it hard as you studied, what with all that nonsense going on’.

The nonsense Father Martin was talking about was the most fortunate time of John’s life, it was a moment when he had been assured there was a God and that God had looked out for him.

Three years into his training his mother had become ill, she had been rushed to hospital with pneumonia and when he’d received the call, he was told she was very poorly.  He’d rushed over and the initial prognosis had changed, and she had improved very quickly, but he’d spent three days by her side refusing to leave her, distraught in case he should lose his rock.  Within a week the doctors were not one hundred percent happy but, with his promise of being by her side at home and staying with her night and day, they relented to his mother’s request and allowed her to go home.

John kept to his word and fetched and carried for her and through the night he slept on a makeshift bed by her side.  Unbeknown to him, back at Mrs Rose’s lodgings things were not so good.

John stayed with his mother for two weeks and when she convinced him he could return to his lodgings and his course, he left her with strict instructions to ring him every night and that he would visit every few days when his studies allowed.  Upon his return he was greeted by Mrs Rose who took him into the lounge where he expected to see his fellow students. 

As he entered, he was asked to sit down and he watched how Mrs Rose stroked her forehead with her eyes closed and then slowly raised them to look at him, ‘I am not sure how I am going to say this’.

She hesitated and he became worried, he couldn’t help himself, ‘is it about Charlie or Brad, are they alright’.

She once again dipped her head and rubbed her temple, ‘yes love and no they are not alright’.

John sat back on his chair, his body becoming rigid, he wondered what could have happened, they were all so close, the last few years had been not just been about the sex they’d been having, but they had formed a loving friendship, he believed they all genuinely cared about each other.

‘Have they been hurt, have they’.

His voice trailed off as he noticed her shift uncomfortably in the chair, a lump had risen in his throat, and he couldn’t speak.

‘No love they have not been hurt; it is worse than that’.

John stayed silent, he wondered what could be worse than being hurt and he looked at her, suddenly he believed he knew what, in her eyes, could be worse and decided he should stay silent and wait for the truth and not let his mind wander into speculation.

Finally Mrs Rose took a deep breath and John watched as her bosom heaved, ‘love, this is not pleasant but a few days ago I had been out to bingo, I had headache and left early, when I came home I was making a drink and thought I would ask the boys if they would like one, I knew they were in Charlie’s room as I heard them talking and laughing so I knocked on the door and opened it’.

She looked away from him, she had been trying to keep eye contact, but she had failed as he knew what she was about to say.  He imagined Charlie or Brad laid on the bed and the other one touching or doing something to him.

Mrs Rose composed herself and took another deep breath, ‘John, I know this is going to be hard for you to understand, but when I opened the door, I saw Charlie on the bed and Brad was’.

She looked away, down at the tablecloth and picked something from it that John couldn’t see, ‘he was performing oral sex on him’.

John sat rigid in his chair, he didn’t speak, his first thought was why hadn’t Charlie put the bedside cabinet against the door, as he had done when he’d been in the room with them. 

John looked at Mrs Rose who had not yet found the courage to look at him, he knew he had to say something, ‘err, I see’.

There was more silence and then he added, ‘that must have been awful for you’.

She dabbed at a tear in her eye, ‘yes it was something I’ve never seen before and’.

She shook her head, John decided to end this, he knew what she’d seen and but for the grace of God, it would have been him in that room probably sucking on Brad at the same time.

‘Mrs Rose, I understand it has been a shock and I cannot imagine what you have been going through since, I take it Charlie and Brad have left?’

She nodded and pleased to turn her thoughts from what she saw in the room, ‘I was shocked, and Charlie came to see me and apologised and asked me not to tell the church, but I couldn’t think about going to pray or speak to the Father again having something like that on my mind, I had to tell him’.

John nodded slowly,