100 SHADES OF LUST: A PACK OF TABOO STORIES

DEFROCKING MY BOYFRIEND'S UNCLE (1)

Oddly enough, the idea of becoming intimately involved with a priest had never held any real appeal for me in the past.

I had always imagined members of the clergy as rather dried-up, grey old men who seemed fearful of women and used their vows of celibacy as a protective barrier against the temptations of the world.

Perhaps some of them were secretly gay and found safety behind that same barrier, or maybe they were simply men who had never received any particularly tempting offers that might have drawn them away from their calling.

Everything truly began with Ryan, my virile bouyfriend, who came from a deeply religious background, and he had been very clear about his intention to save himself for marriage.

The real difficulty lay in the fact that he believed I shared those same traditional values. I had not exactly lied to him about my own experiences. When he had asked whether I was still a virgin, I simply murmured something soft and uncertain, offering a shy little smile that he took as modest embarrassment.

But we never f****d before as much as I instiated it.

My genuine opportunity arrived when his family extended a warm invitation for us to spend the entire weekend at his uncle’s home in the peaceful countryside near Bath.

“What does your uncle do for a living?” I asked on our way there.

“He serves in the Church as a priest,” Ryan replied in his usual steady tone. My heart sank immediately at the news. In a traditional vicarage there would be almost no chance of us sharing a bedroom or stealing any private moments together.

“I do hope we might find some time to slip away and be alone together, darling,” I whispered, allowing my hand to glide slowly and teasingly up his thigh until my fingers could cup the growing hardness I felt pressing against his trousers. The car swerved ever so slightly on the quiet road.

“Hope, please stop that right now,” he said, his voice tight with discomfort. “Do you want us both to end up in hell for giving in to temptation?”

“No, but I would not mind finding a comfortable hotel room somewhere with a large, soft bed where we could properly explore each other without worrying about anyone else.”

His disapproving expression lingered with me for the remainder of the journey, and I spent much of it sulking quietly in the passenger seat, watching the countryside pass by while my mind filled with increasingly frustrated fantasies.

When we finally arrived, the house itself proved to be absolutely magnificent, a grand and elegant Georgian residence surrounded by beautiful gardens. It was exactly the kind of place I had always dreamed of one day calling my own.

When Ryan introduced me to his family in the spacious entrance hall, his mother could not conceal her obvious shock at how short my skirt was. "Are you not coming from your home?"

"Yes, ma'am" I lied my way out quickly. "Ryan picked me up from work and I forgot to get an extra clothing."

Ryan glared at me, knwoing that was a lie, but i quikcly looked away.

His uncle Liam immediately captured the whole of my attention in a way I had not anticipated. He was considerably younger than I had expected for a priest, perhaps in his early forties, and he was dressed simply but stylishly in black chinos paired with a fitted black turtleneck sweater that subtly revealed the outline of a surprisingly strong and athletic body underneath.

He studied me with a long, slow, unreadable gaze that sent an unmistakable rush of warmth flooding straight between my thighs, leaving my knickers damp with sudden and rather embarrassing desire.

Ryan’s friend Sean arrived shortly before dinner. He was strikingly handsome in his own right, yet he carried a rather moody and distant air about him, offering me little more than a brief, indifferent nod. Dinner itself turned out to be a somewhat uncomfortable and tense affair, made even more so by my inability to hold my tongue.

With a playful and slightly wicked smile curving my lips, I looked across the table and asked, “So, Uncle Liam, do you believe that Jesus and Mary Magdalene were actually lovers, engaging in passionate and physical intimacy behind closed doors?”

A heavy silence settled over the dining room. Liam responded with a slow, knowing smile that seemed to reach deep inside me and made my body ache with a fresh wave of need.

Ryan shot me a furious glare from across the table, while his mother appeared on the verge of fainting. His father, pleasantly relaxed from several glasses of the excellent vintage wine, reached discreetly under the table and gave my knee a gentle, lingering squeeze.

Later that night, once the entire household had finally settled down and gone to their respective rooms, I found that I could wait no longer.

My body was humming with unmet desire. I retrieved the pair of fluffy handcuffs from my suitcase and collected a pot of cherry Muller Fruit Corner from the kitchen fridge before slipping quietly along the corridor into what I firmly believed was Ryan’s bedroom.

He lay there in nothing but his boxers, his body looking strong, masculine, and incredibly inviting in the soft moonlight that filtered through the curtains. My pulse quickened with excitement as I removed every stitch of my own clothing, fastened one cuff gently around his wrist, secured the other end to the sturdy bedpost, and then climbed carefully over him.

My bare breasts brushed softly against his lips as I leaned close. He stirred beneath me, still half-asleep, and murmured in a low, husky voice, “Oh, dear God…”

I kissed him deeply and passionately, pushing my tongue into his mouth with growing hunger. To my delight, he returned the kiss with equal intensity.

I trailed my lips and gentle bites downward across his chest, teasing his n*****s until they hardened, before tugging his boxers down his thighs.

His thick, fully erect c**k sprang free, and I took him eagerly into my warm mouth, savouring the smooth texture and the rich, salty taste of his arousal as I sucked him with slow, devoted strokes. He groaned deeply with pleasure and used his free hand to press my head down a little more firmly.

By this point I was already soaking wet with urgent need. I moved upward and positioned myself over his face, whispering breathlessly, “Lick my pussy.” His tongue responded at once, exploring my swollen and sensitive c**t with slow, deliberate circles before probing deeper into my folds.

I rode his mouth with increasing abandon until powerful waves of pleasure crashed through me, my entire body trembling and shaking as I came hard against his lips and tongue.

Then I slid slowly down his body and guided his thick c**k inside me, sinking down until he filled me completely.

We began to move together in a building rhythm, my breasts bouncing freely as I rode him with deeper and more urgent strokes, grinding my hips in a way that sent sparks of pleasure radiating through both of us.

“Fill me completely,” I gasped, my voice trembling with desire. At last he surrendered to the sensation, releasing long, hot spurts of c*m deep inside me.

Only then, in the silvery moonlight, did I open my eyes fully and look down at the man beneath me.

It was not Ryan.

“Liam!” I gasped, shock rippling through me even as my body continued to clench rhythmically around his thickness.

He let out a deep groan of mingled pleasure and slight discomfort from the sudden movement. “You entered my room in the middle of the night, handcuffed me to the bed, and sucked my c**k so eagerly and thoroughly. I believe we both understand exactly how this passionate encounter began.”

Shock and embarrassment flooded through me, yet my p***y continued to throb around him with lingering, treacherous desire. “You allowed me to f**k you like that… you wicked, tempting man.”

His voice remained low, warm, and teasing in the darkness. “Perhaps you could release the handcuffs first, Hope.”

The moment I freed his wrist, he moved with surprising speed and turned the tables completely, cuffing my own wrist securely to the bedpost instead. I gasped, suddenly trapped beneath him.

Liam looked down at me with raw hunger in his eyes. “I am going to spread this cool, sweet cherry yoghurt over every inch of your beautiful body,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust, “and then I will lick and suck every last drop from your skin until you are trembling and begging for my cock.”

I hesitated, my heart racing. “Liam… wait, this is too fast. I should not be doing this with you…”

But he was already scooping the creamy yoghurt onto his fingers. He smeared it thickly over my breasts, covering my hard n*****s, then moved down and coated my stomach. He pushed my legs wider and spread even more over my soaked p***y, rubbing the cool cream all over my swollen c**t and dripping lips.

I bit my lip, still trying to resist. “We should not… this is wrong…”

Liam ignored my weak protests and lowered his mouth to my t**s. He licked and sucked the yoghurt off my n*****s with long, hungry strokes, sucking hard until I moaned loudly. He kept going, licking every trace from my breasts before moving lower, his tongue sliding over my stomach and down between my thighs.

When his mouth finally reached my p***y, I could not hold back anymore. He licked the sweet yoghurt mixed with my juices in long, filthy strokes, sucking my c**t hard while pushing two thick fingers deep inside me. I cried out as he finger-f****d me, his tongue working my c**t without mercy.

“Oh god… Liam…” My protests melted away as pleasure took over. He licked and sucked my p***y like a starving man, his fingers thrusting faster, curling inside me until I came hard, shaking and soaking his face with my juices.

He did not stop. He kept eating my p***y through my orgasm, then climbed up my body, his c**k rock hard and throbbing. Without a word he pushed my legs wider and drove his thick c**k deep into me in one powerful thrust. I moaned loudly as he stretched me open, filling me completely.

Liam f****d me hard, his hips slamming against me while my cuffed wrist pulled at the bedpost. He pounded my p***y with deep, rough strokes, his balls slapping against me as he took what he wanted. I came again around his c**k, my walls squeezing him tight, but he kept f*****g me through it, grunting with every thrust.

He leaned down and kissed me messily, letting me taste my own p***y and the cherry yoghurt on his tongue. “You feel so f*****g good,” he growled against my mouth as he drove into me even harder.

Just as he was f*****g me faster, getting ready to fill me with his c*m, a sharp knock sounded on the bedroom door.

“Uncle Liam? Are you awake? I need to speak with you… it’s important.”

Jesus! that was Ryan’s voice.