Avenoir

Avenoir - John

John

I shift again in the chair, trying to adjust myself so I'm not so constricted by the stiff denim of my jeans. I open my eyes, checking that Kristen is not awake as I push uncomfortably at my hard, throbbing cock, trying to get some relief. Thoughts of Marlena do this to me all the time. Memories of her, her softness, the way she touched me, her kisses. The way she nibbled at my throat, the way her fingers felt, stroking my straining dick as she pulled it from my boxers.

I groan in the depths of my throat as I remember one dream I had during the time she was possessed. I was in the hospital, much like I was this time. Father Francis had relapsed, and I was there late. She came to me, dressed in silk and lace, all in white, looking like an absolute angel. I lay on a hospital bed; I was groggy, and I didn't know whether I was dreaming or not, but I hardly cared. She took my jaw between her firm fingers and kissed me hungrily. Greedily.

And then she slid down my body, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans and pulling my aching length from the confines of my boxers.

It was a come to Jesus moment. Or maybe, a come to Satan moment.

I swallow, my throat suddenly dry as I recall the feeling of her soft fingers encircling my engorged shaft, sliding down and then up, her thumb swiping across the wet slit at the top. In my dream, my hips bucked, and as I remember while sitting in a hospital bed next to my wife, they do the same.

The dream was so real. So vivid. I could feel her fingers as she stroked my straining length, her thumb following the line of my swollen veins. I groaned again and in a deep husky voice, she said, "you want me to suck you baby? You want to feel your cock deep in my throat?"

Fuck! I thrust up into her delicate hand and groaned again as her hand stroked skilfully upwards and then downwards.

"Oh John," she said hungrily. "I want to taste you. Tell me what you want, baby."

"Oh Jesus," I whispered, and I felt her hand tighten around my shaft and she gave my cock a quick, painful tug.

"What do you want, John?" Her voice was harder, more demanding. "Tell me."

"Oh fuck! Suck me off, baby." I begged her, desperate to feel the warmth of her mouth enveloping the head of my throbbing dick. "Oh hell! I want my cock in that fucking gorgeous mouth of yours."

"That's more like it," she chuckled and bent her head to flutter her tongue teasingly across the head of my penis.

"Oh, fuck, Doc," I had groaned in my dream, but I also found myself groaning it in the chair in the hospital room, my present predicament mirroring my past, with my cock quickly swelling in the tight confines of my jeans.

And then I had remembered, I was supposed to be a priest and I wasn't supposed to be doing this. I had made vows and allowing Marlena to give me pleasure like this was forbidden. It was wrong. I was....

"You can't," I raised my head and looked at her as she held me in the palm of her hand. "Doc, baby, you can't..."

"Shhhh, baby," she had whispered with a devious smile. "Let me take care of you now." Then she had enveloped me in that warm velvety sweetness, her lips sliding down my length, following her hand. She took almost my full length in one smooth movement before she receded again, her teeth lightly scraping the skin as she dragged her mouth upwards.

I groaned deep in my throat, my eyes rolling back in my head. It had been so many years since she had done this to me. And oh my God when she did it, it was beyond erotic. It was like performance art. I have never felt anything else like it, not before and not since. When it came to oral pleasuring, Marlena was unparalleled.