All the Angels love Father Joseph - Part 4, a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2012-06-26. Times viewed: 5569.
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- Intro: Het, Oral, HJ. Martha gets help from Fr Joseph and returns the favour.
All the Angels love Father Joseph – Part 4.
By
Gutterrhymes
Martha’s fractured leg was a disaster for St John’s High School. There was little doubt that she was going to win gold for the school in the provincial sports gala. At the age of seventeen, she was the tallest girl in the school and was a sports all-rounder; she was always in the top 3 for long-jump, discus , javelin and “440” competitions. She blamed herself for falling off a rock while out on a Girl Guides hiking trip. The clumsy fall resulted in a fractured femur and she was immobilised in a traction system at the infirmary reserved for nuns and priests. Fr Joseph ensured that she ended-up in that hospital despite some objections from other clergy who wanted her in a cheaper public hospital. She found herself in a private room in a quiet part of the hospital reserved for long-term patients.
The first week was the worst for Martha. She had to learn to accept being bathed, not really “bath” in the conventional sense but rather a wipe-down with a soaped cloth. All the nurses were nuns or “candidate” nuns, the term for trainee nuns. Within a few days she had come to realise that there were basically two types of baths. One group of the nuns avoided cleaning her private part completely or barely wiped it, her anus being altogether ignored. The other group, were the “fiddle” group, they would fuss over her pussy, using their wet swabs, they would gently flip her long inner pussy lips and the fat outer ones. Sister Carolina was the most gentle but she spent long moments cleaning her out, to the extent of wiping her hymen and the little hole though which urine came out. When their eyes met, Martha did not know what to make of the expression on her face, she just took note of how it was “animated” and how her chest seemed to be heaving. For her part, her initial discomfort and concern gave way to pleasure when she realised how gentle the lady was and how she enjoyed her touch on her rather over-sized clitoris.
Being in traction also meant that she had to rely on the nurses for urinating and, of course dunking was her worst nightmare.
Fr Joe came to visit Martha on her second Saturday afternoon in hospital at 4 o’clock. It was dead quiet. In the neighbouring rooms were priests who were both recovering from strokes, One of them, Fr Heine was apparently literally waiting to die, after a devastating stroke.
“Are you getting good treatment Martha” Fr Joe inquired on his typically concerned voice. That voice was therapeutic, deep and resonant.
“Absolutely no problems father, the pain is totally gone now and I don’t begrudge anyone for the fact that I have to be lying on my back all the time” Martha answered back.
Fr Joe smiled and told her that she had to try and somehow shift her bottom to avoid getting bed sores on her buttocks. She smiled back. She liked this man. She loved him for all the wondrous things he had done for her, including saving her from spending the next 3 months of her life lying helpless in a smelly crowded general ward. Over the past few months she had started seeing him in a different light though. She started seeing Fr Joe the hunk, the real man who had fire in his loins, hot-blooded as they come. First was Judy and the story about Fr Joe munching away on her cunt while wanking a storm on his hard cock. Then there was Jane’s story about the priest’s pissing action then solo pumping action. She vividly recalled how both girls told her of the man of the cloth’s especially projectile ejaculation.
Martha had played with herself to a climax on at least five occasions, playing back her friends’ stories with the man who sat in the chair right next to her bed. After saying a prayer and reciting some of those Catholic verses that were part of both their lives, Fr Joe had made a personal, very passionate prayer to the Almighty. He pleaded for her speedy and complete recovery.
“Martha, is there anything else you need? Please say because I am going to be busy helping out in the general wards and the next nurse to see you will be after 7pm when the night nurses come” the duty nurse said, with her head stuck in through the ajar door.
“Don’t worry, I will be here with Martha until about 6pm. If she needs anything I will come and get you. We will sit and do some school work so that she doesn’t fall too far behind” the good priest offered.
“Very well. I will tell my colleagues not to disturb you while you do the school work. We all heard that Martha is the best at physics, chemistry and biology”
“Thank you sister” Martha acknowledged the compliment.
“You can lock the door, to make sure that visitors don’t budge in and disturb” the nurse added as she closed the door behind her.
The next 1 hour was spent on hard work, made easy by Fr Joe’s interactive and practical teaching style. They did Physics first before tackling some volumetric analysis questions, in physical chemistry.
“I am sorry Fr Joe, I need you to call the nurse please. I must pass water now” Martha said shyly.
“I will get the bed-pan for you, where do they keep it?” Fr Joe kindly offered.
“Behind the door in the lavatory. But father you really shouldn’t bother yourself, I can call the nurse using the bell..”
Too late, Fr Joe was already back with the stainless steel portable urinal in his hand. Martha was in an awkward situation. Lying in bed with a bladder full of urine was quite uncomfortable, but being in bed lying on her back with no underwear made this young virgin feel very exposed. She knew she could trust her mentor, teacher and sponsor to do the best for her. But she also knew that he was a hot-blooded man. She knew she was sexy, but in her current state she felt reassured that hanky-panky was unlikely.
“Put it on the bed next to me please” Martha requested as she grabbed the “monkey bar” above the bed and lifted her buttock to shift.
She slid the urinal under her smooth, flattish butt and sat on it ensuring that her pussy was well aligned with the opening. She looked at Fr Joe, almost signalling him to leave the room. Fr Joe stared right back into her dark brown eyes, as if to tell her to get on with it. They exchanged messages with their eyes.
“Excuse me” Martha muttered as she started to spew a slow, sonorous but polite stream of urine into the metal receptacle.
She kept her eyes fixed on Fr Joe’s face and noticed how the priest was looking at the part of her thigh that was exposed. When Fr Joe lifted his gaze, their eyes met and Martha saw a different man. Fr Joe’s eyes were somewhat narrowed, his nares were flared and he was breathing heavily. She knew what that meant. As she contacted her pussy and anus muscles to drop off the last of the urine, she felt a flood of sexual feelings down there. Fr Joe moved to remove the urinal, he looked at the golden yellow contents before placing it on the floor. Martha reached to adjust the blanket and cover her thighs but Fr Joe beat her to it.
He placed his hand under her the blanket and his big hand touched Martha’s smooth muscular long thighs. She gasped. This was the first time a man’s hand ever touched her bare leg
Watch out for Part 5 of this story.
Not the End
© Gutterrhymes
June 2012
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