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most of the top of her dress. It was now draped around her waist.

"Signora Damiano, you have the loveliest . . ."

"Please Don Fillipo, Concetta and when we're like this, I don't have breasts, I have tits."

"Yes, well, you have the loveliest tits."

She knew he'd been with Bettina and before entering the seminary with Azzurra and others. Arenzano was a small town and everyone knew everyone and everything. Concetta knew he was just saying that, but like women everywhere, she liked to hear it. Even after forty years of marriage, her husband, Roberto, until he died, told her, "Concetta, they are still lovely; let me enjoy them."

Feeling his hardness, as she grinded against him, she could tell Don Fillipo was enjoying them, too. "Don Fillipo, thank you, you make me feel like a woman again." Concetta looked him in the eyes. "When I was married, nothing made me feel more like a woman than getting on my knees for Roberto, please." She was certain that he understood.

He did. "Signora, are you sure that's what you want?" He said, momentarily taking an engorged nipple from his mouth.

"Yes, oh yes, please. Come, you will be more comfortable in my bed."

Concetta Damiano was one of those women who'd heard rumors that Father Gianelli had a girlfriend and that he was big where it counted. Her husband was the only man she'd ever been with. She didn't know what big was, but she'd seen horses and was curious. Was Don Fillipo hung like a horse? Her Roberto was definitely not like a horse.

Numerous nights since he'd been counseling her, she'd gone to sleep fantasizing about Father Gianelli; specifically, Father Gianelli's cock. That's what she'd call her husband's when he mounted her or she had it in her mouth: a cock. As in "Roberto, what is your cock in the mood for today? Would you like to fuck me or can I fuck you with my mouth?"

Now, in her bedroom, Concetta helped him out of his pants and then got on her knees. She was in awe. "Don Fillipo, oh Don Fillipo, is this all for me?" His cock was longer and fatter than even in her fantasies. Her mouth was salivating.

After playing with her tits; after she'd been grinding against him; after her promise of getting on her knees, his cock was rock hard. Hard like it had been for Bettina's mouth and pussy. It wasn't as big as a horse's but it was almost twice as long as her husband's.

"Signora Damiano, are you sure this is what you want?"

Concetta didn't answer. She took it in her mouth. With almost forty years of practice, it'd become easy to swallow all of her husband's cock; right down to his ball sack. This was something completely different, but it was still a cock and she'd been without for so long.

She made love to Fillipo's cock; made love to it with her lips, tongue and mouth. All the while, looking up at him with stars in her eyes. Those eyes were saying thank you.

Not for one moment did Concetta Damiano think about fucking him. She was content; more than content to make love to him with her mouth. It was the most magnificent cock she could have imagined and it belonged to a man half her age, and a priest. Could anything be more exciting?

Bettina DeMarco had given Father Gianelli numerous blowjobs; perhaps it was because of her age, her enthusiasm or maybe it was her experience, they were nothing like the way Concetta sucked his cock.

His throbbing cock had him grunting and groaning and when his first blast shot into her mouth "AWWWWW, AWWWWW. AWWWWWW." The second was just as mind blowing, "AWWWWW, AWWWWWWW." There was a third, and then he was breathing hard.

"Signora Damiano, there has been nothing like it in my whole life. You were amazing."

"Don Fillipo, thank you. My mouth is yours any time. Since my husband took sick, I've never felt like a woman until this moment." She kissed his cock all over. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

You may think it crass, but before leaving her home, Father Gianelli made it clear to Concetta Damiano that he could not get involved in any kind of relationship.

She was disappointed, but understood. He was a priest. He shouldn't have allowed her to go as far as he did and she shouldn't have tempted him. "I understand, Father, but when I kneel at the altar rail while you give me communion, I'll look you in the eye, and I won't be thinking of the communion wafer you're putting in my mouth, but what you put in my mouth today," she had a huge smile on her face.

TO BE CONTINUED

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