0 comments/ 27736 views/ 11 favorites The Confession By: MrRodgersNeighbor I remember it well. She always tried making me go to church with her, with me always managing to avoid going… Until this day, that is. She finally managed to back me into a corner, forcing me to go… But from the moment I lost, I actually won. Suddenly my mind willed with thoughts that some might find a bit on the crazy side, but no, no, no, not her, I knew her deepest, wildest, and kinkiest fantasies, and what I had planned for her was right up her alley… Though she'd swear up and down that it's not, if she were asked. An hour must've passed since our "discussion," and just like her, she wasn't ready. Unlike any of the other times I had to wait for her, I didn't yell, what I did was take advantage of the moment… 15 minutes later, she was calling me, looking around the house, eventually finding me going through stuff in the garage. As I pulled my hand from my pocket, she curiously asked what I had, I replied telling her I just found some change, and we then got in the car and left. On the way there, she noticed I was smiling, smiling a little too much for someone who was going to a place he didn't really wanna go to. She turned and asked what I was so happy about, I just replied that I was happy I had her in my life, and that I was really glad to be spending the afternoon with her doing something that's important to her… her reply was a doubtful "Really?" I just smirked at her and nodded yes to her, when in reality, aside from being happy I had her in my life, my thoughts were anything but being happy to be going to church, at all, but instead thinking about my plans. We arrived at the church early, as she said she needed to do stuff there before Sunday mass. I asked her what that might be, and she replied "Confess!" My eyes lit up, I thought to myself that part 1 of my plan was already complete. As she entered the booth, I sat waiting for the priest to come and go inside, but boredom set in fast, and I got up and walked around, stopping by the lit candles and remembering how I love the smell of candles as they burn down. The church sister approached, noticing I was fidgeting around, and asked if she could help, I just told her no, I was itching, and she carried on with her business. Soon the priest made his way to the confessional, and I thought to myself "Oh, it's on!!!" I remember seeing her family and some friends were entering the church as well, I waved hello as they chit chatted with the sister, and carried out my business. I could hear her begin her confession with the standard "Forgive me father for I have sinned," and I smirked to myself. As she was finishing up her opening sentence, I opened her door, and quickly slid in, closing it behind me. She looked up at me, as she was kneeling, her hands interlocked, and her eyes wide with her mouth opened wider. I could sense she was about to say something to me, so I quickly reached out my right hand, covering her mouth with it, and slipping behind her. I brushed aside her hair from her right ear, "Shhhhhh" I whispered, as she struggled slightly, calming her down. I could feel her excitement as she breathed heavily out her nose, her breath brushing across the skin of my right hand. With her sudden silence, the priest curiously inquired if she was alright, as I removed my hand from her mouth, whispering "Tell him yes," she answered "Yes father," but as she answered, I slid my right hand down the front of her blouse, slowly grazing across her firm right breast, circling my finger tips around her hardening nipple through her blouse and bra, squeezing them softly, and slid my left hand down her belly to her skirt, pulling it up little by little, and finally sliding my hand under and on her inner thigh, working it up to her soft, moistening pussy, feeling the moistness building on her lace panties, the movement of my hands and the feeling of my breath across her neck, causing her reply to be very breathy, and her voice heightened in tone slightly. The priest then asked her what her sins were, she replied with her aroused voice "I've had impure thoughts of the flesh concerning my boyfriend father," he then asked her to tell him what she had been thinking. As she began, her words mimicked the actions of my hands, unknown to the priest; she was confessing to him what I was doing to her right then and there. From my pocket, I pulled out a thin, long, piece of rope. As I knelt down behind her, kissing and sucking her neck, I took her hands, wrapping one end of the rope around her wrists, binding them together. As I noticed the little screen that separates priest from church member, I saw a little handle to slide it back and forth, and I took the other end of the rope and tied it into a knot around the handle, binding her to it. I began to unbutton her blouse, slowly, sliding my hands down both sides of her waist; I pulled her blouse out from her skirt. Reaching up the back of her blouse, I unhooked her bra, and slid my hands to the cups of the bra, I pulled them down, under her heaving breasts, and as my cock grew harder and harder in my pants, I grinded my bulge against her ass through her skirt, while pinching both her hard nipples between my thumb and index finger, twisting and pulling them slightly, feeling her grind back on my cock with her ass. I momentarily moved back from her, removing my hands to take off my belt and undo my pants, as she looked back at me, licking her lips, biting and sucking her bottom one, watching her as she arched her back, as her body wiggling around, grinding against the air. I took the belt, and put it around her throat and neck, as I started grinding my now free cock against her ass, then feeling it slide under her skirt, between her thighs and against the damp crotch of her panties. I pulled back on the belt, pulling her head back, keeping it fixed on my left shoulder, as I grabbed her chin to tilt her head to the left, and began sucking her neck hard, leaving red rings around it, and licked her up and down the length of her neck, from the back of her right ear to her shoulder. As she continued on with the priest, telling him everything I was doing to her right then and there as if it was all in the past, I whispered in her ear some more, "Sounds like you've been real bad Deb." "You being a dirty little slut, baby?," I took my hand, lowered it behind her ass, I leaned back slightly, slid her panties down around her knees, and as I ran my hand around it, I spanked her ass lightly, making her jump slightly,"You dirty little fuckslut, you like that, don't you?" I continued to whisper in her ear. The priest again asked her if she was ok, noticing her little yelps, and again she quieted him, and continued on. Soon, I removed her damp panties all together, along with her skirt, tossing them in a corner of the confessional, which at that point was beginning to smell heavily of sex, and was only a matter of time before the scent carried into the other half where the priest sat. I took off my jacket, and reached in the inside pocket, and pulled out a candle and a lighter. As she continued on with the confession, her voice finally calming down, albeit temporarily, I proceeded to light the candle. Her nervousness returned as she heard the lighter, she knew what was next, and once again her voice sounded erratic as she tried to catch her breath, and couldn't. As she could feel the heat of the flame get hotter, as it got closer, I could feel her body shake slightly. I slid my hard cock back between her thighs, sliding it in and out from between them, letting the length of my shaft massage her dripping pussy lips. "You want my hard cock inside, don't you?" I whispered, she replied "Yes!," "Excuse me?" the priest asked as she answered my question, "Nothing father" she replied, once again quieting his curiosity. Taking her hair in my left hand, twisting it around my fist, I jerked her head back by it, as I tilted the candle over, letting a drop of the hot wax spill over, splashing onto the small of her back. As it rolls down her, approaching the top of her ass, I slid the head of my cock between her pussy lips. As I pull my head out, I tilted the candle once again, letting another drop spill out a little closer to her ass, and as it ran down to the crack of her ass, I once again slid my cock head between her soft lips, a little deeper. Over and over, I repeated this, sliding my cock in deeper and deeper, and harder and harder each time, spilling a little more hot candle wax down her lower back and ass as I did so. I could feel her pussy dripping her warm juice down my shaft, and my balls. I let go of her hair, and gripped my left hand on her ass, and as my cock slid in and out, making a low squishing sound inside her cunt, and continued dripping the wax all down her back and ass, I slid the tips of my left fingers inside the crack of her ass, spreading her left cheek from her right, pressing my middle finger on the rim of her asshole, circling it with my digit, as I continued fucking her tight, dripping wet pussy. Taking my left hand away from her ass, I rub my fingers on my balls, as their covered with her cunt juice, now turning into a foamy film around my cock as my cock whips it up inside her. I put my now wet hand back on her ass, and begin pressing my wet thumb on her asshole. As I spill the wax over the top where her ass crack meets her lower back, and begins to slide down it, I pushed my wet thumb, covered with her own sex, inside her asshole, making her explode with a loud scream, I felt her pussy and asshole squeeze down on my body tightly, as she worked her body back into me as I slammed mine into hers. After hearing her scream, the priest once again asked if she was ok. "Fuck father!" she replied, explaining how she bumped her knee and it hurt, giving that as the reason for her scream, and as she did so, I fucked her holes harder, and spilt a little more wax on her ass, making her scream again, this time her excuse being her legs fell asleep. She went on, and on, with the priest, telling him how she loved when I used her as a pleasure toy. "I'm a dirty little fucking whore!" she proclaimed, "Fuck me like the piece of trash I am!" she followed up with, it was easy to tell by the sound of his voice, the priest was flustered, thinking she was talking to him unaware that I was also in there, making her go crazy, doing all the little things to her that she was confessing to him. The people outside, her family and friends, could probably tell something was going on in there, as the wooden confessional rocked slightly… I didn't give a fuck! I continued on. I twisted her around, to face me, and grabbed her around her thighs, and pulled her up off her knees, and I wrapped her thighs around my waist, interlocking her ankles behind me as I slid my cock, covered in her thickly foamed up juice, back inside her. As she her upper body hung there by the wrists, you slid her lower half along my cock, fucking me hard. I leaned my head on the wall of the confessional, as I arched my back, looking down at her pussy sucked my cock inside her, watching as my hard, stiff cock disappeared inside her soft, wet pussy, as I began feeling my cock begin to throb inside her body. I could also begin to feel her pussy lips quiver as they slid up and down, passing over each throbbing vein of my cock, as she fed the priest each and every dirty detail as it happened. As her body began squirting its juice down my hard shaft, I knew she was close to blowing, as was I. I felt her feet around my ass, pulling her along my cock, as she slid harder and harder. I reached up and untied her hands, knowing it was driving her nuts; she quickly wrapped her arms around me. Sliding them down around my ass, she dug her long nails into my skin, and the harder I felt her pussy squirt, the harder she dug in, till finally she put her finger in my mouth to make it wet, then spreading my ass apart she shoved her middle finger up my hole. Soon my hand was also under her ass, as I to slid my middle finger up her ass, which was already dripping wet from her pussy juices running down it. Then, as in perfect sync, we both let out a loud scream, which must have filled the entire church. Her pussy exploded all over my cock, covering it with her cum as it dripped down my balls, and I could feel it being squished in my asshole by her fucking finger, massaging my prostate, which in turn caused me to scream a second time, my nuts empty inside her as my cum blasts out, inside her cunt, splattering onto the back of her pussy. I pulled my cock out of her, and stood up, grabbing her hair, and pushing her face on my cock, letting the last bit of my cum dribble out all over her lips, as I shoved it in her mouth, and made her clean my cock and balls with her tongue. Then turned, and made her lick my ass dry as well, as I pinned her head against the corner of the wall, and pushed my ass in her face, making her lick up her on cum. I to cleaned her, kneeling down as she stood, lifting her right leg and draping it over my left shoulder, sliding my face between her wet thighs, licking her clean all over down there, as she shoves my face in with her hands, as she finished telling the priest of her sin, to which he remained silent at that point, knowing full well what just happened and probably just wanted us out of his church. We left the confessional together, to a bunch of her family and friends standing there with their mouths wide open, except her dad, he had the look of death on his face. But hey, I was never asked to go to church again, in fact, the church insisted I not return… I was happy, and my plan worked flawlessly. The Confession In this edited version, I've changed a few words here and there, and added to the ending. I've also changed categories, from Humor & Satire to Erotic Couplings. When Father Tobias was twenty one he entered the seminary. It wasn't a calling or anything like that, though. He wanted to hide, hide behind the collar. There his boyish good looks would keep the women at bay; well most of them. Some had absolutely no morals when it came to satisfying their carnal cravings, be it man or priest. It wasn't that he didn't like women. In fact, just the opposite was true, he adored them. The trouble was, despite how attracted to him they were, once they got a look in his toolbox, they either laughed him red in the face, or got pissed off and stormed out, while hurling humiliating obscenities his way. Poor Father Tobias, you see, had a pecker that was only three and a half inches long, erect. He had the good looks to get almost any woman he desired, but not the equipment to finish the job. He thought it one of mother nature's crueler pranks. ~ It was nearly nine. Jenny Laughton would be arriving soon, for her weekly confession. Father Tobias didn't want to listen to another one of her filthy admissions, which they always were, but it was his job. Had she been less attractive, he wouldn't have minded so much. But she wasn't. She was a stunning blond, who thought nothing of wearing to church, a dress that belonged on a street corner. He wanted to say something to her about it, but he felt too uncomfortable; almost as uncomfortable as he felt in explaining to her that it wasn't becoming a lady to say words like cock, or fuck, or pussy, among many others; especially in a holy temple. But he always felt too flustered around her, and her magnetic cleavage. ~ Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I had another affair, while my husband was at home with the kids. I didn't want to; I swear. Its just that when a good looking guy looks at me in a certain way, I get all warm and buttery inside. I just know one of these days he's going to find out. He'll probably take his belt to me, like he does the kids when they irritate him; right before he tosses me out the door like I was yesterday's trash. Anyway, I went to the grocery store to pick up a couple of things. We were going to have a cookout when I returned. On the way home I stopped at that little gas station, across the street from the Wayfarer Diner. While I was filling the tank I noticed my right rear tire was almost flat. "Kind of busy today, ma'am." The pimple faced kid told me. "Be a couple of hours till I can get to it." I called Bill. He wanted to come and get me, but I said no. "Start the barbecue now. Cook up some burgers. I'll be home with the t-bones as soon as I can." I got tired of waiting on the uncomfortable chair in the garage office, and headed over to the diner to have a bite, and kill some time. That's when he showed up. He was the essence of the proverbial tall, dark and handsome stud, the love stories are always writing about. He looked like a football player. He spotted almost immediately. He was arrogant, too sure of himself. He didn't even ask me if he could sit down, he just did. I should have got up and moved. I should have gotten angry, and told him to fuck off. But I didn't. I think it was his eyes. God they were penetrating! He wore this tight tee shirt, which accentuated his rippling muscles, and turned mine into Jell-O. He was every girl's fantasy come true, and he had Me in his crosshairs! It must have been the vertigo because, before I knew it, I was in his car beside him, heading down the highway, with his right hand working its way up my left, inner thigh. Why do I always get myself into such predicaments? I truly love my husband. The last thing I want to do is hurt him. The last thing I want to do is play hide the salami with some hung stud, behind his back. Anyway, when his fingers brushed against the bottom of my panties, my desires opened up like a hydrant in a heat wave. Bill always said what turned him on most, was my strong sexual scent. But in a car, with a complete stranger, with the windows rolled up? It was embarrassing. He kept at me until there was a silver dollar sized stain in my panties, and I was a couple of gasps away from a big one, before stopping. Sure, I should have kept my ass on the seat, and locked my knees together but, well... You just had to be there. The guy's fingers were quite gifted, and extremely stimulating. He had me wiggling like a worm on a hook before we'd gone even a mile. I looked over at him, hoping he'd see the desperate need on my face, but he was concentrating on the road, like I wasn't even there, like he hadn't, just moments ago, tortured me into a near orgasm. "I think Willie wants a kiss." He said, moving the seat back as far as it would go, so I could fit my head between the steering wheel and his stomach. Can you believe it? He hadn't said two words since we left the diner, hadn't even told me his name, and now he expected me to give him some head. What an arrogant bastard! He was nearly hard, and I had a hell of a time fishing that thing out of his pants. Christ, it must have been nine inches long; and thicker around than my wrist! A regular lady killer. I'm ashamed to confess this Father, but it was an irresistible force before my eyes. I mean, a girl doesn't get her hands on something that big, very often. Hell, even if he was a lousy fuck, something that big couldn't help but get me off, at least once. That wasn't really a fear though. He was in great shape. If I had any fears, it was that he was in too good of shape, and had too much endurance, and would keep me captive all afternoon. There's only so much time to be had in a believable excuse. "Come on doll. I haven't got all day. My plane leaves in a couple of hours." I snapped out of my trance, grabbed the base of his cock, and bent down and swirled my tongue around his cockhead, licking off the pre come. Then I licked my way up and down the veined deformity a few times, to get him all worked up, before I took him into my mouth. It was, without exaggeration, the biggest cock I'd ever sucked on. I couldn't get even half the damn thing into my mouth. Talk about filling a cavity! "Yeah, that's it. Oh yeah. You're one hell of a cock sucker, ho. I don't think I'm going to last long, this time." I was kind of hoping for the first load somewhere else, as my pussy was still in a bad way. But what the hell, it was only 'this' time. He'd wear away my tight 'next' time. Even after all our years of marriage Bill still refers to me as his eternal virgin. I started fucking him real slow with my mouth, lingering on his sensitive spot occasionally, but not too much. I didn't want him to come too soon, as I was enjoying it almost as much as him. I wanted him to last even longer, but he was big, and my jaw was starting to ache, so I upped the tempo, and got him off a minute later. "Fuckin' yeah, bitch! Oh yeah..." Christ, what a load! I couldn't swallow it fast enough. Every time my head went down, semen would squirt from between my lips and his cock. By the time he flopped from my mouth like a wet noodle, the shit was everywhere. My lips and chin were covered with come, and his black pubic hairs had creamy white globs splattered in them everywhere. I had a feeling it had been some time for him. "What about me?" I asked. By that time I was too horny to feign innocence any longer. I just wanted him to fuck me as soon as possible. "Up ahead there's a gravel road where we can have some privacy." He told me he had twelve hours between planes and was killing the time by exploring the countryside, when he spotted the unused road; a few hours before he lucked into my misfortune. Once we were out of sight of the highway, he killed the motor, turned and frenched me, while undoing my blouse and bra. I could tell right away he liked my tits. His eyes grew to saucers. I've got firm breasts and pretty long nipples. Men get turned on by that. I took my blouse and bra the rest of the way off and threw them on the seat, then followed him to a grassy area by a brook. He wasted little time tearing off my shorts and panties for his viewing pleasure. As much as he enjoyed having his cock sucked, he told me, he was partial to a well lubricated vagina. I have a good idea why. He probably hadn't run into too many women he couldn't stretch beyond the norm. I don't know if it was because it felt so good having something that tight squeezing his big dick, or the pride of getting a girl off like no one before him. I figure it was probably both. "I don't feel comfortable lying on the ground." I told him. "There might be ticks, or bugs." "That's okay, I prefer doing my bitches doggie style, anyway." Now I was 'His' bitch. But I didn't mind. How could I? I was about to be screwed into a coma by King Kong. "Go easy, I'm not used to something that big." I don't think he heard me. "Oh God! That's huge!" "Oh... Oh my... Oh my God! Jesus Fucking Christ that feels good!" I gasped. He wasn't even halfway home, and already my knees were turning to rubber. It felt like he was shoving a telephone pole up inside me. He started fucking me real slow, waiting until I adjusted to his size, before increasing the tempo. That didn't take long, nor did my first orgasm. Once it started, he was like a piston in a well oiled machine. He took me to the brink of unconscious, then stopped until I caught my breath, only to start in on me again until I was sucking air like I'd just ran a record marathon. The sweat was pouring from me like an open faucet. I was in such intense pleasure, I would have let him fuck me until I dropped dead of exhaustion, if he wanted, but was glad when he finally came. There's only so much ecstasy one body can handle. "Here I come, bitch! Oh yeah! Fucking Yeah!!!" It was no less of a load than the first. Luckily there was a stream nearby to clean up in. My pubic hairs and thighs were slick with his semen. I was still in a daze when we pulled back into the diner. I was also minus my panties. He said he wanted to hang them above his bed, along with the others, if he could find a spot. Anyway, I'm glad he doesn't live around here. There isn't enough hours in the day, as I've got a husband and two kids to take care of. ~ ~ Bill was at the kitchen table reading his morning paper, and sipping his coffee, when he heard the front door open. He looked up at the clock, and frowned. "Anymore coffee?" Jenny asked, entering the kitchen. Where have you been?" He demanded, suspiciously. She wrinkled her nose, and grinned; a sure sign she'd been into mischief, again. "Damn it, Hon! When are you going to quit torturing that poor man with your erotic fabrications?" He wondered if his wife would ever grow up. "But Bill," she protested, "he makes these cute little grunting sounds when he comes..." The Confession Anna looked up at the church front, shielding her eyes from the sun, which was only partially hidden by the steeple. One of the largest churches in town, Catholic, it's facade dark brick with several towers guarding the perimeter, each boasting a simple wooden cross. She looked over at Andrew. "What are we doing here?" she asked. Neither of them were religious, unless you counted the occasional savior's name in vain. In fact, Anna hadn't seen the inside of a church since she was six, where here grandmother dragged her every week for Sunday school. And every week she had been ceremoniously dolled up in frilly whites, against her wishes, and made to sit in a sweltering room for three hours to learn exactly why she was going to hell. Andrew smiled and took her hand "Come on." He pulled her up the front steps to the wooden doors, which were already open and inviting. Despite her lack of religious modesty, she wished she had worn something more conservative. It wasn't that she was showing much skin, but her pink dress was almost sinfully thin, revealing the outline of her bare breasts. And if it was cold inside the building... She hesitated at the entrance, but Andrew tugged her through, still smiling a hidden agenda. A burst of cold air hit them from below. She looked down to see that they were standing over an air vent, which was causing her dress to billow and flutter around her knees. She stepped over it quickly and looked around. "Wow." Her mouth hung open, her eyes widening. Sunlight broke through the stained glass windows, some with portraits of the Virgin Mary, some with Jesus, or doves guided by shafts of light. The interior of the church was sparkling with blues and greens, reds and yellows. The pews were deserted, as was the pulpit. As far as she could tell, they were alone. "Where is everyone?' she asked. 'The afternoon sermon ended an hour ago, and evening mass doesn't start for another two hours." "Oh, okay. So what are we doing here?" He only smiled and took up her hand again, maneuvering them around the right side of the pews and into a small alcove. There was what seemed to be a large wooden booth with a partition marking two sides. A rich, red curtain closed off each section. "What is this?" she asked. He pulled the left curtain aside and motioned her in. "Confessional." She laughed unintentionally, but he made no move or indication he was joking. She cocked her head at him. "You're serious?" "Get in." He urged her on with his hand on the small of her back. "Andrew-" He gave her a final nudge forward and then let the curtain fall closed when she was inside. She turned back to look at him, but he was already gone. The booth was much larger than it appeared from the outside. The walls were bare, but there was a small bench sitting low to the ground. She sat on it, breathing a heavy sight, and let her hands fall to her lap while she waited to see what he would do next. She heard a small scuffing noise and looked to the partition. A small panel slid open, letting a negligible amount of light into the booth. There was iron latticework in the pane, making it difficult to see who was on the other side. "Andrew, is that you?" "What do you have to confess?" he asked. "Seriously, we're going to get in trouble. This has to be a sin. Or something." He repeated "What do you have to confess?" She leaned back into the wall, knowing she would have to play along. It didn't seem he would be giving up any time soon. "Well, I think I may be having sex with my husband too often." she laughed, hoping that would deter him and end the game. "Interesting." he said. "Do you enjoy it?" Yes." she sighed. It certainly wasn't a lie, but she felt slightly uncomfortable sitting in that booth and confessing to a man she knew to be her husband. "Have you had any impure thoughts?" She smiled to herself "Yes." "Tell me about them." She took a deep breath, not sure if she should answer him honestly, or fabricate some wildly shocking ones. She decided on the truth, lest he collect on the others. "Well," she started "when he's not with me-" "Your husband?" "Yes. When he's not with me, I think about him. A lot." "What do you think about?" "Sometimes I think about the last time we had sex, or I think about what I'd like to do with him." "When you're thinking of these things, do you touch yourself?" She was sure she could hear the smile in his voice "Yes." she answered. "How do you do it?" She began to feel that familiar pressure building between her hips. "I stroke myself," she said "and put my fingers inside me." "Do you make yourself come doing this?" "Yes." This game of his was beginning to have an effect on her, one she was sure wasn't appropriate to church. She crossed her legs, increasing the pressure. Thinking of him there now, listening to all she was confessing, was making her anxious. What would her Sunday school teacher think of her, the girl who played Mary in the Christmas play? "Is there anything else you want to tell me?" he asked. "Yes." Her breathing deepened, her hand wanted to roam. She knew her nipples were hard, feeling the fabric of her dress grating against them with each breath. "I'm thinking of my husband right now." "And are you excited?" "Yes." She was losing herself, spiraling dangerously fast into indecency. She took a deep breath and righted herself, trying to return to her earlier, lighter mood. "So," she laughed "What's my penance for this...father?" She hadn't been looking at the little panel, but heard it slide closed. She sat up, rigid and proper, smoothing her hair. She heard footsteps before the curtain opened. Andrew stepped in, the booth barely large enough to accommodate him. He stood over her, the look on his face one she was intimately familiar with. She rose, the slim booth allowing only a foot of space between them. "Andrew-" He reached out for her before she could finish, his arm wrapping around her waist, drawing her body into his. The force of it caused the air to leave her. His mouth was over hers, covetous. She opened her mouth to taste him, rolling her tongue over his. Already she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. She moved back to step onto the bench, her head above his. She looked down at him, panting, and slid her hands through his hair, her own falling around his shoulders. His hands moved to her face, pulling her mouth down to his again, biting her lips and tongue. He moved down to her neck, kissing and licking and biting it. She moaned and let her head fall back against the wall. Still holding her face, he kissed the hollow of her throat and then slipped over to her shoulders. "Oh, god...Andrew." She clawed and pulled at his shirt. He squeezed her breasts above the fabric of her dress and then bit down on her erect nipples, causing her to cry out for everyone to hear.. Taking hold on the neck of her dress, he pulled until the buttons popped off down to her navel. With the sound of breath and blood raging in her ears, she could barely hear the sound the tiny lacquered buttons made as they struck the walls and floor. He pushed the fabric aside, exposing her breasts to the cool air and his mouth. His hands slid down her sides and over her stomach. She wound her fingers into his hair, pulling it, thrusting her hips into him. He gripped her roughly by the waist and took her from the bench. She stood, heart racing, leaning against the wall. He made no move toward her, just watched the heavy rise and fall of her chest under her torn dress. Her pale skin flushed and excited pink. Leaning into her, he braced his hand against the wall. His other hand slipped under her dress and into her panties. He sighed against her neck as he cupped her., the palm of his hand already slick for her wetness. He paused there a minute before pushing a finger inside her. She moaned, the hair on the back of her head grinding into the wood-paneled wall. Her legs shook and weakened. The arm he had been using as leverage came to help hold her up. He watched her face as his fingers moved in and out of her. She looked drugged, her eyes half opened, lips parted. Her breath was coming slower, as if she were holding it, only to be forced to let it go with each moan. When he removed his fingers she took his hand and brought it to her lips, licking her juices from him. He kissed her, tasting her in his mouth. She moved back and dropped to her knees in front of him. Looking up at him while she tore at his belt, his hands snaked through her hair. She managed the belt and unfastened his pants, pulling him free. She wrapped her lips around the head and worked her tongue over him. She moaned around him as she sank further onto his length, feeling him reach the back of her tongue. She closed her eyes and prepared to take him further. She felt herself being pulled away from him and lifted from the floor. He pressed her tight between him and the wall, feeling around beneath her dress and pulling her panties off. He took a firm hold on her ass and pulled her up the wall. Using the weight of his body to keep her pinned, he hooked her legs over his shoulders. Pulling his hips back, he positioned himself at her entrance. He pressed his palm into her cheek, hard, and leaned in to kiss her. As he did, his weight forced him inside her. Crying out, her head thrashed violently. She didn't care any longer who heard her. He held onto her ass and thrust into her over and over again. He turned her face so she was forced to look at him as he drove deep inside her. Her tongue reached out for his thumb, which she sucked into her mouth. Losing all sense of modesty and decency, her moans crescendoed into screams. Her nails bit into his shoulders and back, urging him on. "Oh, god!" she screamed, as the pressure tightened inside her. "Not yet." he said. He shrugged her legs from his shoulders and set her down, turning her so her face and breasts were smashed against the cold wall. Her chest slid on it, slick with beads of sweat that rolled down from her neck. His hand encircled her wrists and pinned them to the wall above her head. He secured his other arm around her, his hand flat against her stomach, and pulled her hips back into him. Kicking her legs apart, he slid up inside her again. She cried out, her head falling back against his chest. Her own weight caused her to impale herself on him. He held tight to, lifting her slightly so he could move more easily inside her. The booth excited with noise; the combined sounds of their breathing, his groans, her screaming. His hand pushed into her wrist bones with every thrust. He bit her back and neck, licking each mark he left. "Oh, fuck. Christ..." she rocked her hips back into him, crying out in pain and pleasure as he reached as far as he could go. "That's what I was hoping to hear." He dug into her mercilessly. Her lips were crushed against the wall and she could taste it's dusty finish in her mouth. The pressure between her hips wound tighter, became excruciating. All at once it broke free, bursting throughout her and taking her breath. She could vaguely feel his effort to hold her body up. His thrusts became quick, hard and deep. Finally, he groaned as his head fell to her back. She felt him emptying inside her, pulsing and spasming. They stayed that way for a while before he slipped out of her and pulled her upright. He held her to him, their combined juices coating her inner thighs. He fastened his pants and did his best to gather her tattered dress around her. She pulled the curtain back and they hurried out of the confessional. The confession Somewhat emotional little story, with no real sex, and no guy enjoying some other chap screwing his wife. So if that's what you need, please pass on. If you like reasonable revenge however?? -------------------------------------- By the time I got home my heartbeat had maybe settled down a little. I'd had a stressful evening __ an evening full of tension, and an experience that one wouldn't want to have too frequently. That night had been a shock to my system, something that I simply would never have expected. But then again, I suppose there are mugs like me all over the place, but as a serving police officer I had been more prepared to deal with it than most men would have been. I got myself a beer, a Speckled Hen, sat down in my favourite chair, and waited. Waited for my lovely, loving wife to come back home from her night out with the girls. Like hell! Ten minutes passed then twenty. Just as I was beginning to wonder if their night hadn't in fact been over, I heard the key in the door. This was it! This could go either way. By tomorrow our marriage could be over but that was now down to her. "Oh Gerry," Jenny said in surprise, as she entered the room. "What are you still doing up?" It was gone two in the morning, so the question wasn't unreasonable. I'd been long since in bed and asleep for the last few months when she'd come home from her weekly night out, so the question was no surprise at all. I stared at her, at quite how beautiful she still was. Nearly thirty-two, three years younger than me, slender, long legs, full breasted, and such a lovely, pretty face. Small wonder that the guys in that bloody club had been queuing up to get her in their arms on the dance floor. Small wonder that they had been so keen to let their hands explore her firm shapely bottom, and any other part that they could reach. "Had a good night dear?" I asked calmly. "Oh not bad Gerry," she replied casually. "Nothing special you know ___ good fun, but nothing out of the ordinary." So _____ what I'd witnessed earlier had been nothing out of the ordinary hadn't it? Did that mean that she carried on like that every Wednesday when she went out with her friends Sue and Jude. Jenny went to take off her jacket, and then thought twice about it. Any other time I would hardly have noticed it, but since I knew how revealing her top was since she had taken her bra off earlier, then I could understand why Jenny was hesitant. I wondered how many other times she had come home like that when I was in bed asleep, and totally unaware. 'Ready for bed sweetheart?" She asked with a smile. "At least I won't have to wake you up tonight to get what I need." Well at least that was true. I couldn't complain about the action I got when she came home from her nights out. If I wasn't too deeply asleep, then she woke me, and if I was, then we made up for it in the morning. "Hang on Jenny," I stopped her. "Before we go to bed, I've got a little story I want to tell you." "Can we leave it till the morning sweetheart," Jenny pleaded with me. "I'm really very tired and need a shower before I go to bed." "No Jenny!" I told her firmly, and for the first time she looked at me closely, and the smile on her face faltered. "Take your coat off and sit down Jenny." "That's OK," she replied sitting down. "Take your coat off Jenny." "It's OK Gerry, I'm quite comfortable." "TAKE YOUR BLOODY COAT OFF WHEN I ASK YOU!" I shouted at her. My wife leapt up in shock, hesitated, and then carefully took her coat off, making sure that she kept her arms folded across her chest. Trying, only partly successfully, to hide the way her unfettered breasts swayed freely under her flimsy dress. I knew that she had lost her bra during her night out. I knew how she'd lost it, and where she'd lost it. I even knew where it was now. It was in my jacket pocket, along with her panties, though I wasn't about to let her know that yet. I told her how me and my partner Tom had been cruising in our patrol car and spotted what looked like her Volkswagen Golf, parked outside the Blue Gown Club, a well known if dubious club in our sea side town in the South of England. I asked if it was her car, or had I made a mistake, as she'd told me she was going out to a restaurant for a meal that night. How much did I know? Just what did I know? She had no idea, and I saw her brow furrow. "The Blue Gown Club?" She queried, screwing up her eyes as if she was trying to remember if it rang a bell. "Yes that's right, and think about it before you answer me, because our marriage could depend on it." The colour drained from Jenny's face, and she clutched at the table in front of her, her large breasts swaying freely under her dress as she forgot about trying to hide the disappearance of her bra. "Yes ____ yes, that's it Gerry," she gasped out. "It's a club, but with a restaurant. We went there to eat." "And dance?" I questioned her. "Dance Gerry? What do you mean dance?" "Nothing wrong with dancing Jenny is there?" I taunted her. "I just asked if you'd been dancing." She looked at me silently while she tried to guess how much I knew. In all our nine years of marriage I had never known her to actually lie to my face. She was on sticky ground and she knew it. "Did you go into the club Gerry?" Jenny asked me, the nervousness in her voice clear. "That's for me to know, and you to guess my love," I teased her. "So, did you do any dancing?" Jenny shrugged her shoulders while she fought with her conscience. Desperately trying to guess how much I knew. "Yes we did dance Gerry," she admitted at last. "All three of us danced a bit." I said nothing, just sat there looking at her, my eyes boring into her. "Ok then, we danced quite a lot. All three of us danced most of the evening." "Who did you dance with then Jenny?" I asked next. "Anyone in particular?" "Quite a few different guys," Jenny told me." Three girls like us get hit upon quite a lot." Well that was true as well, and I'd certainly witnessed that. Her and her two pals made a pretty stunning trio with their high heels, and little flimsy mini dresses, all bare legs, swirling hair, flashing smiles and exposed cleavages. "No one special then Jenny. No one that you danced with more than the rest?" Jenny's eyes flared, and she half stood up, sinking back into the chair when she realised that she was trapped. "Stop taunting me you bastard," my wife exploded. "How long were you there? What did you see?" 'Ah ___ now that would be telling wouldn't it my love." I let that sink in before continuing. "Tell me everything you did tonight. Lie to me once and our marriage is over. Tell me the truth and I might, just might, forgive you." The fact that she didn't argue, at least established that she knew she was in deep trouble. "Please Gerry, I love you. Please believe me tonight didn't mean anything, just messing around. Flirting a bit, but that's all." "Then tell me all about it," I insisted again, not too unpleasantly despite the tight feeling in my gut. This time Jenny swallowed hard, and with a grim look on her face started to tell me what she'd got up to. For the time being at least, all thoughts of having a shower, or going to bed were thrust aside. "Well we arrived there, had a few drinks, and before long guys started to come up to us and started to flirt and ask us to dance with them. We flirted back a bit, but nothing serious, just teasing them like we always do. And I danced with a few of them. There was one guy that I danced with a bit more than the others, but only because he was a good dancer." I knew that last comment was a half-truth. He could dance for sure, but that wasn't the only or even main reason that she'd spent most of the evening draped all over him. From the off they'd looked more like an affectionate couple, than two people who had only just met one another, and his hands had been roaming all over her as they danced. "Well that was it really Gerry. I did dance quite a lot with him, but he left about midnight, and me and the girls finally left quite a lot later." True! Yes that was true, but was far from the whole story. "So you didn't go outside with this guy then Jenny?" I asked, keeping my voice steady. "Go outside? __ why would I go outside with him?" She was stalling. But I still loved her despite everything and decided to cut her some slack. Give her one more chance at confessing and telling me all. "The black BMW by the sea wall Jenny? What about that?" Her face crumpled and the rest of the colour left her face. Jenny quite clearly mouthed the words 'Oh shit' under her breath. "Well?" I encouraged her. In some strange way, I was quite enjoying her discomfort. "Oh Christ Gerry it was nothing. I didn't do anything I promise you. At least I didn't .... That is we didn't .... Well you know." Upon which Jenny burst into tears and put her head in her hands. "How long have you been seeing this Norman Jones?" I asked her. 'Oh God, you even know his name," she mumbled into her hands. "Oh I'm so sorry Gerry. What a bloody fool I've been." I nodded my head in agreement, but she was so distraught that she didn't notice. In my job I was in a position to find anything I needed about him. If I wanted I could find out his bloody inside leg measurement. After leaving her to wallow in her misery for a few more moments, I decided to push on. There was still much to be decided. So, taking her bra out of my jacket pocket, I threw it over to her, asking if she had lost it somewhere. It drew no response. So I took her panties out of the other pocket, and balling them up, threw them in her direction as well. She could hardly not notice them now, and she groaned miserably, shaking her head side to side. It took her three attempts to speak coherently she was in such a state, but eventually, between tears, she begged me to tell her what I had seen. "Everything," I told her angrily. " Bloody everything from when you let him touch up your tits on the dance floor, till you let him take off your panties and stroke your pussy. "Oh Gerry I'm sorry. I just wish I'd never met him. But I didn't let him fuck me Gerry. I swear I didn't let him do that." I let her cry for a while, ignoring the barely comprehensible claims of love for me, and claims that 'it didn't mean anything' and she 'hadn't allowed him to go all the way'. "I know Jenny," I confirmed to her last. "I watched you together, and if you had let him screw you then we wouldn't be sitting here talking about it now." That set her off again, desperately swearing to me that she'd never go behind my back again. Pleading with me to forgive her, and give her another chance. Stupid bloody cow. I was going to give her another chance as it turned out. I knew for a fact that he hadn't been the first to cop a feel of her boobs before, but that had been at parties and things when I'd been there, we'd all had too much to drink, and in fairness I'd been doing more or less the same thing myself. The finger fucking ___ well that was a bit different of course, but I was sure it had been the first time it had happened, and that after this trauma, she'd think very long and hard before she even looked at another man again. Even so. I did have one more test for her, and it wasn't over yet for her. To see how much she really valued our marriage, and to check that this Norman guy didn't mean that much to her. I reached into my trouser pocket, took out a small key, and threw it onto the table in front of her. Jenny reached forward and picked it up. "What's this?" She asked through her tears. "Don't you recognise it Jenny?" "Oh yes," my wife agreed after looking at it closely. "It's the key to your handcuffs isn't it?" I told her that she was more or less correct, but that they were obsolete ones bought on the Internet. Handcuffs that couldn't ever be traced back to me. Jenny wiped her eyes with her handkerchief, sniffled a few times, and then looked at me with a puzzled expression, waiting for an explanation. "When you left the club to go out to his car Jenny, he went first and you followed a few moments afterwards. Is that correct?" She nodded her head in agreement, unable to meet my gaze, as she explained that she didn't want anyone to see then leaving together, or suspect what they were up to. "And when you left his car?" "I went back into the club first," she explained; as if I hadn't worked it out for myself. "And then Norman followed five minutes after." "So did he?" I queried. Jenny looked up startled. She gasped, and put her hand to her mouth. "He didn't come back Gerry. We waited half an hour but he never came back. We even went out to check his car and it was still there, but there was no sign of him." I simply grinned at her; it wasn't an especially pleasant grin. Not one that was designed to make her life any pleasanter. Then I waited for the penny to drop. "Oh my God Gerry," Jenny cried out in alarm as it dawned on her. "What have you done? For God's sake, what have you done to Norman."? "After you left, Tom and I dragged lover boy out of the car and handcuffed him. He objected a bit, but he thought he was being arrested for lewd behaviour in public or something. Then we took him down to the beach behind the sea wall, and handcuffed him to a stanchion of the old pier. Only after Tom had put tape over his mouth did we explain who we actually were." "What's Tom got to do with all this?" asked Jenny wide eyed. "It was Tom who alerted me to what was happening. He discovered that his wife June had been having a full-blown affair with your friend Norman for the last six months. They'd been fucking and sucking when Tom was on duty. He found out, and when he followed him to check up on him, he discovered that he had started to hit on you. If I had reason to hate your friend Norman, then Tom had reason to detest him." "Oh my God, the bitch," butted in Jenny. "It was that cow June that first introduced us, but I had no idea that she was involved with him. So what are you going to do Gerry? Leave him there all night?" "Not as easy as that sweetheart," I told her, springing my last test. "Where we've chained him, the water will be about three feet over his head when the tide comes in." Jenny stared at me aghast, letting out a little squeal. "But you can't let him drown Gerry __ you can't. That would be murder." "As I see it Jenny, he's only got one chance," and I looked down at my watch to check the time. "By now the water should be lapping at his feet. Another forty minutes and it will all be over, and it's a twenty minute drive back to the beach." She was too shocked to say anything. Too shocked to move. "If he means that much to you, then you'd better hurry and save him. But if you do, then it will be the end of our marriage, and anyway I'll be out of here or in prison. If you decide not to, then come to bed with me and I'll forgive you. We'll try to carry on as if nothing had ever happened." Jenny, poor cow, sat there shaking all over, staring at the key in her hand. Not that she didn't deserve it. "Only ten minutes left Jenny," I informed her after a while. I would soon find out just how much Jenny really loved me. ---------------------------- If it hadn't all been so sad, then I could have been quite amused, as she sat there dry eyed, but shaking uncontrollably. She was feeling so guilty, that not once had she queried whether I was actually telling the truth. Oh damn sure Tom and I had dragged him out of his car, and damn sure we had given him a beating that he would never forget. If he ever saw either of our wives coming in a club again, then he would beat it out of the back entrance. Not that he'd be in a state to go visiting any clubs for a couple of months, and he'd maybe never dance again like he used to. He'd squealed like a pig when we'd hung him upside down over the sea wall, as despite what I'd said earlier, the tide was right in. Not a pleasant prospect when you're handcuffed with two broken legs. "Only five minutes left," I called to her, but she still didn't move. Then Jenny looked up at me and made a brave attempt at a smile. "Let's go to bed Gerry," she mumbled nervously. Right! That put the ball back in my court, and now it was my turn to make a decision. Had she suffered enough? I wasn't absolutely sure. --------------------------------- The End Hope you enjoyed it. Remember it's all invented and things don't happen like this in real life. Or do they??? The Confession I guess you could say I have been lucky. I have always lived near an adult bookstore with glory hole booths in the back. As often as not, when I visit one, I am disappointed. It seems that most of the guys who go there are there for the same reason I am; to suck cock for cum. I guess it makes sense. I just wish more guys would go just to get off. I don't get that very often though. Like I said, it is mostly cocksuckers like me. Many of these are queens and trolls. One thing I can't stand is to go to the back and find a bunch of guys standing around talking loudly and laughing. As soon as a guy goes in a booth, they are talking about him, so I know they are talking about me when I go in. As far as I am concerned, the glory holes are no place for conversation. It is a place for sucking cock and receiving thick, hot cum. The trolls are annoying as well. These old men come in like they think someone will want to hook up with them. Every now and then, though, it is different. It is awesome when guys stop in for the sole purpose of having their cocks sucked off quickly. And when the planets line up so that you get several of those guys over the course of an hour or two, wow!!! I remember one night in particular when I had five guys give me the gift of their cocks and cum. It happened in about an hour or so and when it was over, I had a belly full of the hot stuff. Mmmmmmm!!! Many nights I have run my total to four, but most of the time, I consider myself lucky if I can get two loads. Sometimes the trick is getting the guy to cum. Often, the guy wants to hang around for an hour or two and have as many guys as possible suck him off or else he has already shot his load and he is staying just to get head knowing he won't be able to get off. You end up sucking him for ten minutes thinking he is going to honor you with his thick load when instead, he pulls out, zips up and walks out. Damn that pisses me off. It wears me out to. Sucking cock is hard work as well as a pleasure. It takes some endurance to spend an evening at the holes. Many are the times I have had to leave because I just couldn't provide enough suction any longer. Another real turn off is the type who is extremely forward. He walks right up and gets in your space like he is the shit and you can't help but succumb to his will. It makes me want to punch him right in the mouth. I have literally had to tell guys to back up. Once this dude kept following me around and getting in my grill. He was just not my type and I moved away several times. I finally asked him if he could take a hint and it escalated from there. He asked me what I would do if he didn't leave me alone and all I said was, in my most menacing tone, "You won't like it." He finally got the idea and let me be. I am bi, so I also like it when women come in. I have done about everything through a glory hole. I have, of course, sucked cock, but I have also sucked nipple. I have finger fucked pussy and ass, and I have fucked cunt (and ass, though that was when I was tricked by someone who liked getting it there; I am not into that at all). It is pretty hot when you are finger fucking some chick and she is backing up on your hand so hard you have to brace yourself to keep your hand in the hole. I have also gang banged a chick right out in the hallway; stood as part of a circle of guys jacking off to her face while she begged us to cum in her face. I have shot my creamy load up in some hot cunts with guys standing in line behind me to take their turn as her husband stood by jacking off while watching his wife get used like a cumslut whore (wish I could get my wife to do that). In all the time I have been going, I have never been hassled by the staff. I guess they know what is going on and understand. In fact, several times, I have been sucked by or sucked off the clerk. I have yet to do a female clerk though. On a couple of occasions, I have been paid for my services. Once, the guy paid me to suck him off (pretty typical huh?), but the other time, believe it or not, a guy paid me to let him suck me off. I have sucked white cocks, black cocks (Mmmmm!!), Hispanic cocks, old cocks, young cocks, little cocks, big cocks (Mmmmm!!), cut cocks, uncut cocks, hairy cocks, shaved cocks (Mmmmm!!), one cock, two cocks, even three or four cocks (Mmmmm!!). I have sucked them through the hole, invited them in my booth; I have even sucked them right out in the hallway (Mmmmm!!) or in an open theater. I have sucked them out in the parking area, I have had a guy follow me to a local park and sucked him right out in public. I have went to a drive through with four loads of cum still wet on my face and dripping off my chin or walked around a shopping strip with fresh cum still glistening on my face. I haven't done it all though. I still have my goals. One of those is to eat a fresh creampie. I want to watch a guy fuck the hell out of some chick and when he is finished, I want to clean off his cock and then I want to suck all his thick, hot cum out of her used pussy. Or, better yet, let a bunch of guys use her hard and clean off each guy as he pulls out. Then, when all the guys have emptied their loads into her, she would sit on my face and grind her cunt all over my mouth while I suck her fuck slit for the creamy treasure inside. Another goal is to be the recipient of a bukakke. I have had as many as three cocks cum on my face in rapid succession and as many as seven in a single night over the course of an hour or so, but what I want is to be the object of a genuine bukakke party. I want 50 or even 100 guys to take turns jacking off in my mouth and all over my face. Those who can't wait could jack off into a glass and when all had finished, I would drink all that hot cum. Fuck yeah!!! My last goal is to have my wife begin "playing" with me. I want her to shave her pussy. I want to watch her flash her tits and cunt in public. I want to watch her suck cock and get fucked like a whore. I want to suck cum out of her used cunt. I want to bend her over and fuck her while she sucks anonymous cock through the glory hole and swallows load after load of thick, hot, stranger cum. I want to watch ten guys jack off on her and film her going into a convenience store with the cum still fresh on her face, in her hair and on her clothes. I want to come home from work and see strange trucks in the driveway and know that she is in the bedroom making me some dinner. I want her to take one night and make all the guys use condoms; saving them and when she makes dinner for real, she would season our food with all that salty gravy. I want her to order pizza and when the delivery guy shows up; she would tip him by sucking his cock and letting him cum on the pizza. I want to watch her get us out of a traffic ticket by sucking off the cop and letting him fuck her so I could clean her up. I want to watch her get used by a group of black guys with eight inch cocks and then eat her out while they watch and call me their bitch. I think you get the picture. You may think I am just fantasizing, but I am serious about all of this. I have done everything I said I did and I do want to do the things I have written. Maybe sometime in the future, I will write a follow-up to this and tell you the details of something that has finally taken place. Until then, good fucking! The Confession This story is dedicated to Alexandria who sent me generous feedback and wished to exchange emails with me. Unfortunately my response to the email was sent back as an undelivered email and so I hope this will serve as my reply for the time being. Anne spoke into the phone agitatedly, "Marion, I've got to talk to you, something terrible has happened can I come over and see you?" "No, I'll come to you Anne, I was coming anyway. Is it really that bad?" "I don't know...I've done something...darling I can't tell you over the phone." "Be with you in half an hour," Marion said, "and you can tell me all about it." Anne put the receiver down and went to the drinks cabinet and poured herself a brandy, wanting to stiffen her resolve before she made her confession to Marion. Marion was her sister and a couple of years older than Anne, and Anne had always used her as a sounding board for ideas and a sort of mother confessor. She would listen quietly, ask questions and was never judgemental. This time however Anne had something to confess that to her seemed the most terrible thing she'd ever told Marion. Over the next half hour Anne wavered between regretting that she'd called Marion and the need to make her confession. The wavering ceased when the doorbell rang and she let Marion in, all would be well now big sister was here. Knowing from past experience the state Anne could get into when she had something serious to relate Marion put her arm round Anne and said, "Come on darling, let's go and sit in the lounge and you can tell me all about it." Seated in the lounge Marion said, "Well, what is it?" Anne had rehearsed in her mind what she would say to Marion, but now she said lamely, "I don't know how to tell you, it's so...so...er...difficult." Thinking that Anne's difficulties were rarely as thorny as she thought they were Marion said, "Why not start at the beginning and we can go on from there." "It's...David," Anne said hesitantly. "Oh, what's he done, got caught for speeding, drunk driving, rape, murder?" Marion asked somewhat facetiously. "Please, Marion, it's serious and you know David isn't like that, he wouldn't..." "I know darling, I'm sorry but I just can't imagine David doing anything really dreadful, so what is it?" Anne started to cry and said, "He's...he's left home." Surprised Marian said, "Oh, why?" "He says he can't live with me anymore." "You've had a row?" "Yes...no...yes...well sort of," Anne sobbed. "Make up your mind dear, is it yes or no? David isn't the sort to just up and leave you for no reason, especially as you've been so close after you broke up with Ted." "As if it's not bad enough to break up with a husband now I lose a son," Anne wailed. "Come on Anne," Marion said encouragingly, "just tell me what it's about and we'll see if we can't mend it." "You won't be disgusted?" "Tell me and I'll find out if I'm disgusted," Marion said. "If I tell you, you won't tell anyone else, will you?" "Have I ever told anyone when you've...?" "No...no...I'm sorry Marion, of course you wouldn't tell." "So shall we get it over with?" "Yes...yes, but it's just that it's hard to say." Marion remained silent waiting for the revelation. "David he...he tried to...to make love with me." "Make love?" It came out in a rush, "He tried to have sex with me." Unsurprised Marion said, "Ah, I see, and you said no?" "Not exactly," Anne sobbed. Marion put her arm round Anne and said, "Now calm down darling, it's not the start of the third world war; just tell me what exactly did happen." Hesitantly Anne said, "We...we were sitting here just like we are now, he had his arm round me and he said he loved me and then he kissed me." "That's not so unusual," Marion said calmly, "a lot of boys love their mother and kiss them so..." "But Marion, you don't understand, it wasn't an ordinary kiss, it was...was..." "Sexy?" "Yes, very; you know with his mouth open." "And you told him to stop?" Anne started to sob again as she said, "That's just it Marion, I didn't stop him, I even kissed him back." "In the same way?" Anne's head drooped as she replied almost inaudibly, "Yes." "And...?" "He touched my breasts." "Did he?" Marion said, trying to hide a smile, "did you try and stop him then?" "Oh Marion that's the terrible thing, you see I...I didn't want him to stop, I wanted him to touch my breasts and kiss me and...and..." "And fu...make love with you?" "Oh yes Marion, am I depraved, a wicked mother, I actually wanted him to do it with me?" "If you are depraved," Marion said thoughtfully, "then I think there are quite a few depraved mothers around, especially those in similar situations as us." "But with my son?" "Frankly Anne, I can hardly blame him or you. You're a very attractive woman and he's a very nice looking boy, living together the way you do it doesn't surprise me. The only thing that does surprise me is that one of you didn't try before." "But Marion," Anne said aghast, "mother and...and son!" Marion ignored that comment and asked, "Have you known for long that David has had this thing for you?" "Well, I think it really started after his father left; David was seventeen then and he started to get very affectionate, if you know what I mean." "And you, Anne, you've admitted you wanted him to go all the way with you, how long have you been getting horny over him?" "I suppose soon after I realised he got horny...I mean, when I saw him getting sexually aroused over me." "And you've waited nearly two years before anything happened?" "Yes...oh Marion, what am I going to do." "I think you'd better tell me the rest of the story." "The rest of...oh I see, you mean him leaving?" Yes, you got up to where he was touching your breasts; where they covered or exposed?" "You mean...oh well, I did undo some buttons so he could...but it wasn't that, it was when he...he put his hand down here," Anne said, indicating her crotch, "and started to feel me there I...I stopped him." "You stopped him! You let the poor boy get that far and you stopped him?" "Yes, it would have been incest if I'd let him do...you know what I mean." "Oh yes, I know what you mean, and after that he left?" "Yes, but it wasn't really nasty; we didn't have row or anything like that. He just said he couldn't live with me anymore because if he did he would probably try again and obviously that wasn't what I wanted and there'd always be tension between us, and...and so he left." Anne started to cry again but Marion said, "Pull your self together Anne, you seem to think that you're the only mother whose ever been seduced by her son and enjoyed it...as far as it went." "Doesn't it bother you Marion?" Anne sniffed. Marion handed her a large handkerchief and said, "Blow you nose. No it doesn't bother me...well in a way it does because you've been so foolish Anne." "Don't call me foolish, Marion," Anne sniffed, "all I've done is stop something bad happening." Marion laughed and said, "I call it foolish because you've behaved foolishly. You should have either stopped it before it really got started or let it go all the way. Oh yes, you've stopped something happening, something you both wanted, and if that's stopping something bad, okay, you've paid the price, David's gone." "Well what would you have done big sister?" Anne said abruptly. There was a long pause as Marion looked at Anne thoughtfully, and then she said, "All right, you've told me about you and David, and now I'll tell you something that you can keep quiet about." It was not often that Marion confided her secrets, and intrigued Anne asked, "What?" Marion took a deep breath and said, "What do you think Peter and I have been doing almost since Lester and I broke up?" "I don't know...you...." Anne broke of as she realised. "Oh my God, you don't mean that you and Peter have been...are...are...?" "Lovers? Of course we are, and we didn't wait two years to get started." "But he's your son!" "Yes...yes...he's my son and we go to bed together and not only to sleep," Marion said blithely. "But why...why..." "I'll tell you why Anne," Marion said, "because we love each other and he's the best....the most exciting sex I've ever had, and he says I'm the best, and he doesn't just do it once a week, it's every night, that's why Anne; so now you know." "But Marion if..." "No buts Anne; I said you've been foolish and I mean it. Think of what you've told me. You and David love each other, for two years you've wanted, as you put it, to make love with him, and when the chance comes you pass it up; and the consequence? You've not only lost a son, but a lover as well, and that seems crazy to me." "You mean I should have...we should have...have made love?" "I can't tell you what to do Anne, I can only put the situation to you and you must make up your own mind, just as I made up mine about Peter. Where has David gone?" "I don't know, he wouldn't say, he just said it was better if we didn't see each other for a while, and I wonder if he's eating properly and changing his underwear every day and coping with his studies and..." "And all the other mummy worries," Marion said acidly. "Do you want him back?" "Of course I do, I love him and that's why I wanted to talk to you." "Well I can't bring him back Anne, but I think I can guarantee one thing, if he loves you then within a week he'll be on the phone to you and you'll have the chance to persuade him to come home. It shouldn't be too difficult as long as you let your female instincts have their way; understand what I mean?" Anne nodded mutely and Marion said, "What about a cup of tea?" * * * * * * * * Anne thought long and hard about what Marion had said, especially her revelation about her and Peter. "Would it be so bad?" Anne asked herself, and by the time Marion's prediction came true that David would call within a week proved correct - in fact it was within four days that he called - it was a more stress-free Anne who answered the phone. "Darling, this is so pointless," she said, "You know why I had to leave mum," he said, "it was best for both of us." "I know darling but I didn't want you to leave, we could have talked about it, worked things out. Why don't you come home?" There was a long pause and Anne said, "David, are you still there?" "Yes...yes I'm still here. Do you really want me to come home?" "Yes, of course I do." "Knowing how I feel about you?" "Yes, knowing how you feel about me; where are you staying?" "I've crashed at Ned's place." David chuckled and added, "It's not very comfortable." "Then for goodness sake come home," Anne pleaded, "and we can get things straight between us." "Are you sure mum? I love you and I don't want to..." "Just come home darling," Anne said, "and everything will be all right, I promise." "Okay," David said, "as long as you're sure." Anne smiled to herself and said, "I've never been surer of anything in my life darling." David sounded relieved as he said, "Ah, home comforts." "Yes darling, all the comforts of home," Anne said almost inaudibly. "I'll be home tomorrow evening," David replied. "I'll be waiting for you," Anne said, a tremor of anticipation flowing through her that seemed to find its focus in her nipples and vagina. * * * * * * * * At work the following day Anne was barely able to concentrate as she anticipated David's arrival that evening. Her vagina was constantly wet and her nipples erect. By the time she got home she was tortured by that potent combination of lust and love and was trembling with anticipation. Instead of her usually shower she took a long bath and after inspecting her self in the long mirror decided that she looked as good as she was ever likely to get. After going over her wardrobe she chose a simple wrap that loosely enfolded her body and inspected her self again It was a cool evening and before leaving the bedroom she turned on the electric heater. She then made her way to the living room and tried to relax as she waited for David. Relaxation was impossible. Her whole body seemed to be geared up for the act of love she was anticipating. Restless she picked up ornaments and put them down again, picked imagined pieces of fluff from the carpet, turned on the television and then turned it of again. In a sudden panic she started to make her way to the bedroom to change from the filmy wrap into something less revealing, and then changed her mind again. Her eyes went constantly to the clock and then to her wristwatch, he was late, he wasn't coming home; he'd changed his mind. She cursed herself for telling Marion, and cursed Marion for revealing her relationship with Peter. By telling her about Peter Marion had shown her that there was freedom of choice and the old incest taboo need not bind her. Then Anne started to curse freedom; it was a curse and not a blessing because by exercising her freedom she also had to take responsibility. "It's easier to be told what to do and think," she told herself. Marion had told her to let her female instincts have their way, and one part of her instincts were driving her towards fulfilling her love for David in an act of sexual love, while another part of her feared what might be the outcome. She could be confident when her defences were intact, but in the intimacy of love making it is a different matter. Naked under the gaze of a lover the imperfections are revealed, the flaws, not only physical but also emotional, that is exposed in a time of sexual intimacy, and is weighed against the alleged ideal models presented to us endlessly in the media by those who seek to make money out of us. What would David see when she was naked in his presence? She wondered if she might keep the wrap on so that she was not completely exposed and he would not see what the years had done to her body. He might be repulsed, he wouldn't want her and she would be humiliated. In the midst of these negative thoughts she heard the sound of David's key in the front door lock. She almost ran into the entrance hall to see David standing there holding his travelling bag. Negativity fled to the far corners of the universe, he was here in the flesh. David dropped his grip and turned to her. Anne went to him and twined her arms round his neck pulling him close and David's arms went round her waist; it was as if they would melt into each other. Anne could feel that hardness of his erection against her stomach; he must have been thinking about, and that erect penis was all she needed to know. "Mother," he said as if it was a speech he had rehearsed, "I have to tell you I haven't changed, I still feel about you the same way and talking won't..." "Shush darling," Anne said, "It' all right, I was foolish, I should have let you...I wanted you to but I was frightened but it's all right now, come...come with me..." Her fears gone Anne's emotions were in full flood. She loved him, she wanted him, she wanted him as she'd never wanted a man before; the time of her sexual abstention was over – that endless time. She drew him slowly to her bedroom and standing before David she said softly, "I love you David, I want you...I need you...oh God I need you so much." She let her garment drop to the floor and stood before him naked. His eyes took in her body, her breasts and the hint of firmly cleft vulva. Under his gaze her fears returned. How could he love a woman nearly twenty years older than him, and she his mother? What was he seeing as he looked at her? She had been a fool to fling herself at him as soon as he arrived, it was almost contemptible. So her thoughts ran until David spoke. "Mother, I love you, you're so beautiful." She had never believed that she was beautiful, but what did it matter if David saw her as such? "Love is like that," she thought, "it doesn't see the imperfections, it sees only what is loved." "Are you going to...to...undress?" she asked hesitantly, unsure whether this was something she should ask. For a moment she had a vision of Marion and Peter and their first time making love. Knowing Marion she visualised her tearing Peter's clothes off as well as her own. David seemed almost as uncertain as Anne as he slowly undressed. When he was naked it was Anne's turn to gaze. If she had doubts about her own beauty she had no doubt about his; his strong body and handsome looks and his manhood standing up long and firm with its purple engorged head. Even now there was hesitation and David asked, "Mother, are you sure about this?" "I'm as sure as I've ever been about anything darling, but you, are you sure. Once it's done there's no going back and we'll never be able to be quite as we have been in the past?" "Mother, I love you," David replied, "and you know how much I've wanted you." "Yes I know darling," Anne replied, "and I love you." Doubts fled again and Anne knew it was right that they should fulfil their mutual love. David's hands enfolded her breasts and he bent to kiss each nipple in turn. Anne was trembling with hot desire for him, her vagina leaking her fluid of love. "Darling, I need you so badly, don't make me wait this time, do it to me now." David's reply was to ease her on to the bed. She parted her legs to display the engorged lips of her wet vulva and the David was over her, probing with his penis for the entrance to her vagina. As she guided him in and felt the slow penetration of his length she sighed, "So good darling...so good..." Anne had been used to rough usage during sexual intercourse that had often left her with raw nipples and bruises over other parts of her body. That David was so gentle and had so readily agreed to her plea for immediate penetration surprised and delighted her, and as they both moved towards orgasm she gave herself up to him, meeting his downward lunges with upward thrusts of her hips, causing maximum penetration. She felt the first warnings of her approaching orgasm and her body tensed as she both longed for and feared the pain and ecstasy that would soon take control of her. It came, powerful and born of long deprivation and frustration. As it climbed to its peak she moaned, "Yes...yes...oh my love...my darling...deeper...deeper..." She felt David drive into her fiercely and the first jolt of his semen against the top of her vagina. With every succeeding expulsion of his seed David cried out, "I love you...I love you..." Anne was swept with waves of sheer pleasure as she slowly came down from the heights and David continued to thrust into her. As they came out breathlessly onto the plain of post-coital peace David stayed with her until kissing her deeply he withdrew his penis from her vagina. They lay side by side for several minutes, unmoving and unspeaking, each trying to come to terms with what they had done. David moved to kiss Anne and lay his hand on one of her breasts. "No regrets?" he asked. She smiled at him, "No regrets darling." Caressing one breast with his hand David took the nipple of the other breast into his mouth and sucked. Anne lay back, luxuriating in the sheer sensual joy of his stimulation. She stroked his hair as he began to kiss and lick his way down her body until reaching her groin he moved to kneel between her legs. She knew that their combined fluids were oozing from her vagina and knowing he must see this she feared he would find her distasteful. Then to her amazement he drew her legs over his shoulders and her genitals were completely exposed to him. He leaned forward and to her astonishment she felt the tip of his tongue touch the lips of her vulva. "He can't...he can't...I'm full of his cum," she told herself. But David could and did. The Confession She felt his tongue pushing deeper into her, penetrating into her vagina. She felt so loved, so desirable, that she made no move to stop him, and then his tongue found her clitoris. Another orgasm was approaching threatening to be even more ferocious than the first. "Oh no...no...no darling...don't make me...don't make me..." He was sucking her clitoris and she surrendered to what she knew must happen and taking his head in her hands she held it to her. The spasms began; relentless spasms that shook her unmercifully as she screamed and wept her excruciating pleasure of an overwhelming orgasm. David's arms where round her thighs as he struggled to keep in touch with her wildly juddering body. Her convulsions slowly subsided and David's sticky wet face rose from her genitals. "What have you done to me...what have you done...? Anne sobbed. "I've shown you how much I love you," David said. He brought his lips to her and she could smell and taste their cocktail of sexual fluids. "You won't leave me again, will you?" Anne whispered. "No, I'll never leave you," David replied. If there were any remaining doubts before about the rightness of their act they were now finally vanquished. She was loved and knew she was loved; Marion had been right when she had said, "because we love each other and he's the best....the most exciting sex I've ever had." David was laying over her again and she felt his penis entering her vagina again. She was surprised that he had recovered so quickly, but perhaps that augured well for the future and perhaps once more Marion had been right, "he doesn't just do it once a week, it's every night." For now Anne indulged her self in what proved to be a long and beautiful sense of oneness that enveloped her. * * * * * * * * Marion's words did come true, it as every night and Anne discovered a sex drive in her self she had never known before. Sometimes after they had finished making love Anne smiled secretly and wondered, "How would David like to be a father?" But the answer to that still lay in the future. The Confession Kenneth wrapped his arm around his younger wife, bringing her close to his side as they walked along the sidewalk to the doors of the Catholic Church. They walked in silence passing beautiful stained glass windows every few steps. The sun shined brightly in a cloudless spring sky, late Saturday afternoon. The couple turned the corner of the large grey church, styled after the Gothic churches of the Medieval Era. Two giant paired towers stretched towards the sky. Lily's heart quickened. She felt dwarfed by the size of the building and knowing what she was about to do. She grabbed her husband's arm, stopping him from opening the doors just yet. He looked down into her wide, bright green eyes and tucked a loose strand of red hair, fallen from her elegant French twist up-do, behind her ear. She smiled sweetly in response. "Are you all right, darling?" Kenneth asked. "Yes, I'm just nervous, I guess," she replied, letting out a deep breath. "Don't be, sweetheart, you'll be talking to a priest. They don't judge you," he stroked her soft cheek. "He will listen and offer you penance and guidance" Lily blinked, looking up at her husband through the black veil shrouding her left eye, attached to a tiny hat made of synthetic black flowers. It was pinned in the corner of her up-do. "Not that, the other thing," Lily said. "Don't be. If it doesn't happen, it's okay." Lily kissed her husband gently on the lips. She didn't have to lean up very far. Her red, peep toe, ankle strap, platform stilettos did the work for her. "I don't look too slutty, do I?" Kenneth held both her hands and took a step back from his gorgeous wife, carefully looking her over. His eyes started at hers, taking in her signature smoky black and gray eye shadow. His gaze glided down over her fuck me red lips to the three tiers of diamonds of her tight collar. The angles of her bare shoulders led to her natural large breasts propped up in the strapless red silk bra he knew she had on under the extremely low cut dress. Her cleavage was almost completely on display. He tilted his head as his eyes trailed down, looking over the extremely tight black dress that hugged her perfect curves and stopped at the top of her toned legs, just barely enough fabric to cover her round ass. Her legs were bare down to the red ankle strap of her stilettos. He lifted her left hand and kissed her knuckles gently. "Not any more slutty than you always look, so you're perfect." Lily blushed and giggled softly, "Thank you, my love." Kenneth held onto her hand as he opened the door for his wife. She passed by him and straightened the silver tie that stood out against his black dress shirt and pinstripe suit. "Did I mention that you look handsome today?" she whispered as they stepped inside the quiet vestibule. They walked to the stoup of Holy water. Lily dipped her fingers first, then Kenneth. They both did the Sign of the Cross and continued to the doors of the chapel. Lily bit her lip then brushed her fingers through her husband's short salt and pepper hair and down over the scruff on his face. She looked up into his loving dark brown eyes. They always showed affection and love when she looked in them. He opened the door for her and she stepped inside. The chapel was just as magnificent as the day they were married. The high domed white ceilings and contrasting dark, polished hand carved mahogany wooden pews led to the altar. On the back wall was a colossal rose window, underneath, the Crucifix. Lily smiled softly to her husband one last time before he squeezed her hand and left her side. He took a seat in the last row of pews near the confessional booth. Lily's heels clicked on the smooth, old stone, slate floor and echoed throughout the chapel. She drew the curtain open and closed it behind her. She took a seat on the small wooden bench, feeling the cold wood against the back of her thighs. Kenneth waited outside, looking around the chapel and was flooded with many good memories of the place. He heard the priest's heavy footsteps and casually looked over his shoulder seeing him approach in his white surplice layered over his black-skirted cassock. Father David was fairly new to the congregation. He had joined the church just six months prior, after the long serving priest had retired. Kenneth turned his eyes back to his clasped hands as the priest passed behind him. Father David stepped into his side of the confessional booth and pulled the curtain closed behind him. He placed his purple stole around his neck and draped it over his shoulders. He took his seat and gently opened the partition. Lily's heart leapt into her throat as the dim light coming through the screen made a web-like pattern over her face and shoulders. "In the name of the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost," Father David recited in his thick Irish accent. Lily crossed herself with his words, and then clasped her hands together in her lap, looking down at them. Her feet both flat on the floor with her knees together and ankles apart. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," Lily took a breath. "It has been nearly twenty years since my last confession." Father David nodded, "Confess your sins, my child, and be forgiven." Lily licked her lips before she continued. The walls of the very small room felt like they were closing in on her. "I have had extra-marital sex with a countless number of men." The priest closed his eyes and asked, "Have you told your husband?" Lily nodded softly, "Yes, Father. My husband knows every detail about every single man I have ever slept with." She slowly twirled her platinum diamond wedding band around her finger with her thumb. Father David cleared his throat, "How is it that he knows every detail, my child?" "Because, Father, I am a hooker," she paused. "My body is sold to men for their pleasure. My husband is my pimp. Every man I spend time with is set up through him. He sets my schedule with clients," Lily said calmly and confidently. "Oh, my child," Father David sighed softly, "your body, your flesh, was not made to be sold for sexual pleasures. It is to be loved by your husband and him alone." Kenneth quietly slipped inside the booth in front of Lily and silently knelt down by her feet. He gently nudged her knees apart and she complied, opening them for her husband as she listened to the priest's words. "You and he must stop this arrangement, it is full of sin and you will find that your relationship will be fuller and filled with love," Father David finished. "I understand, Father," she whispered feeling her husband pulling her panties to the side and his mouth latching onto her bare pussy. "But we cannot stop, Father. It's impossible." "Nothing is impossible with God in your heart, my child, nothing," Father David said. Lily rested her head back against the wall as her husband's tongue trailed along her slit and flicked over her clitoris and teased the entrance of her cunt. She quickly was overwhelmed with warmth and felt her nipples harden under her dress. She took a moment to gather her words before speaking, "We have built our lives on my work, on the sales of my body. We put food on the table for our children with the money we make. We buy their clothes and school supplies with this money. I get paid extremely well for my work and I take pride in what I do," her eyes fluttered closed as her husband pushed his tongue inside her wet cunt. "What you and your husband do with the money, even if it is supporting your family does not make selling your body okay. It does not. Not in the eyes of our Lord." Lily lifted her hand and eased the tension in her nipples, rubbing them through her dress. Her breath became audibly heavier. "Father, I love what I do. I love the life we have made and so does my husband," Lily mumbled. Her scent quickly filled the room as her husband fed on her. "My child, this is a confession of sin and you have to believe and understand what you have done is wrong before God can forgive you," Father David said, his nostrils taking in the aroma of a woman in heat. The scent sent a flow of blood to his organ. "Father, I know it is wrong, I know my life is wrong. But there is no other job that I could do and make as much money as I do," Lily muttered. She took a moment and swallowed a moan. Kenneth's tongue dragged along the walls of her soft inner flesh, her juices smearing on his chin. "I work four hours a day, while our children are at school. I take anywhere from three to seven clients during that time, depending on how long of a session each man pays for," Lily said. Father David closed his eyes and listened, feeling his cock grow under his robes. An ache grew in his loins he had not felt in some time. The hooker continued speaking, her cheeks growing flushed. "I give my clients everything they desire. I provide them a service. I fulfill any and every fantasy they ask of me. I give them anything and everything their wives refuse them." The priest groaned to himself. His erection was full, hard and strong begging to be touched as it tented his robe. He cleared his throat, "These men you call clients, they are married?" "Some of them are, Father, but not all," Lily said, pinching and pulling on her nipple through her dress. Kenneth licked up to his wife's clitoris, flicking his tongue against it as he slid two fingers into her. Lily sealed her lips shut, fighting off a cry of gratification. "And these fantasies, my child, what fantasies are they?" Father David asked, struggling with his faith and vows of priesthood, aching to touch his cock as he listened to the woman. "I've done anything you could imagine," her voice grew a shade deeper as she spoke. "I have been an innocent school girl, a dominatrix. A client of mine had a long lust affair with his sister, and acted it out with me. I have taken an eighteen-year-old boy's virginity while his father was inside my anus. I have worn a man's wife's jewelry during his sessions with me." The priest clenched his fists into the linen cloth over his thighs, wanting to hear more but terrified of what more she might say. "I have fucked men with a strap-on penis. I've pretended to be a man's daughter. I've kept a client in a chastity cage until he saw me again. I've given foot jobs and spent an hour letting a man love my feet. I've dressed up in multiple costumes for several different clients, anything from Little Bo Peep to video game characters," Lily let out a soft moan. Kenneth rubbed her thigh to let her know she was doing great. His fingers dug inside her dripping cunt, rubbing into her walls. His teeth nibbled her clitoris. Father David wiped the sweat on his forehead and said a silent prayer of forgiveness as his hand slipped under his robe and found his rigid erection. "Do you only see your clients during the day? Or do you leave your family in the evenings for appointments?" He stammered. The priest began stroking himself; the sensations in his organ were almost overpowering at first. "Once or twice a week, Father. I work parties, sometimes bachelor parties, sometimes I spend several hours with a man at his home or a hotel." There was a long silence of words filled with heavy breathing coming from both sides of the partition. Lily bit her lip then continued. "At the bachelor parties I am not only a stripper, but I allow every single man there the opportunity to have my body. It typically results in a gangbang. I'm used over and over again, filled and covered with cum. After so long, I get exhausted and they continue to use me even if I have passed out on the floor. Hours and hours pass until my body is utterly used up and then I take a cab or limo home and return to the arms of my husband. Our children are asleep and he carries me inside and places me in a warm bath he has ready for me. He cleans my body and asks me questions about what they did to me." The priest's eyes closed as he felt sinful pleasure in his loins and his mind flooded with images of the woman on the other side of the partition. "Does your husband take pleasure in hearing about your nights away from home?" Father David asked. Kenneth's fingers retreated from her hole and he kissed her vulva, sucking the nectar out of his wife. "Yes, Father, he takes great pleasure. He prods me with questions. He even continues asking me about the men once he's cleaned my body and takes me to our marital bed. He makes love to my used body and kisses me, caring for me. He asks how big their penises were, their race, body type, favorite thing I did for them, what I liked best, how many men there were and how many used me at once," Lily said, then covered her mouth with her hand moaning deeply. The husband pulled Lily's butt off the bench a little and spread her legs open more. He puckered his lips on her rosebud and tongue kissed her asshole. Father David cleared his throat, "On average, how many men are at these parties and how many use you at once?" His precum stained his cassock as he stroked his rigid organ. "Usually no more than ten men are invited," Lily gasped feeling her husband's tongue press into her ass. "Sometimes just one man at a time will use my body but that usually doesn't last too long. I have every hole filled, both of my hands full, a man mounted on my chest rubbing his cock between my breasts. Sometimes, there is even a man stroking himself with a handful of my hair or using my foot. They will use anything they can to bring themselves pleasure." Father David shuddered, the image burned into his mind of a woman surrounded by several men and each one using a different piece of her body, anything they could find, even her hair. "And you, my child, allow such crude actions?" his voice hoarse as he spoke. "Yes, Father, it is what they pay for. They want a hooker who enjoys sex thoroughly. I am well worth the price," Lilly muttered, pulling her dress down over her nipples, rubbing her erect flesh. "I am sure you are," he groaned. "Have there been other men you had extra marital relations with who did not pay to use you?" Hearing his groan made a smile curl at the corners of her lips. If there was one thing Lily knew, it was men. His groan told her everything she needed to know. Kenneth pulled his mouth away from Lily's ass and looked up at her as he quietly let saliva drip onto his fingers before pushing them inside her tight asshole. Lily gasped as his digits sank inside her anus. She pinched her nipples hard then tugged and twisted them. Her face and chest flushed. "Yes, Father," the whore stammered, "But only my husband's friends. My husband shares my body at the same time, loving me and kissing me with his cock in my ass while his friend uses my cunt." Father David squeezed his erection hard, feeling himself about to explode. Then, he pulled his hand away for a few moments unable to spill his seed. He cleared his throat again, wiping sweat from his brow, "Do you have any other sins to confess, my child?" Lily moaned softly as her husband's mouth returned to her soaking cunt as his two fingers gently pumped her anus. "Yes, sir. I mean, yes, Father," the hooker whimpered. "What is it, my child?" the priest asked as his hand returned to his erection. "When my husband and I married in this church, after the ceremony," Lily took a deep breath as her legs began to quiver from the pleasures between her thighs, "we had sex and conceived our first child." Father David lifted his brow as he continued stroking himself, "You and your husband were married, and that is not a sin." The hooker couldn't hold back another moan as it slipped past her lips when Kenneth slid the fingers from his other hand into her aching cunt. Both of her holes filled with his fingers. Lily dropped her head back against the wall as she spoke, "We conceived our child in the chapel. Against the east wall between two stained glass windows, underneath the Second Station of the Cross." The priest groaned at her words. "Will God forgive me, Father?" Lily asked as she fought off an orgasm. Her toes curled tight against the soles of her shoes. "Our Lord forgives all of his Children. You will have to do your penance. But, I would like to speak with your husband if he is available, before I am able to decide what is best for you," he said as his hand retreated from beneath his cassock. "Of course, Father, I will go get him," Lily replied. Kenneth withdrew his fingers from his wife and slid out of the booth. Lily pulled her dress and bra back up over her generous breasts before she got up and found her husband waiting for her. "He would like to speak with you, darling," she spoke as if he wasn't in there with her. He nodded and smiled down at his beautiful wife. He reached under her dress and pulled her red silk thong down to her thighs. Kenneth pointed at the priest's curtain. Lily nodded. Kenneth went behind the curtain and sat down in his booth. He spoke immediately, "Father, my wife is a slut." Timed perfectly at her husband's words, Lily yanked the priest's curtain open then stepped inside, closing it behind her. Father David's eyes were wide. The voice emanating from the other side did no justice to the flesh that was now before him. He was ashamed but his organ throbbed at her presence. He had never in his life seen a woman that exuded such sexual presence. Her breasts looked like heaven and he yearned to be between her thighs. "She is addicted to sex. There is nothing I can do to stop her. I love my wife and I adore her, but, she is the ultimate slut," Kenneth said. Lily and Father David were silent as her husband spoke. The priest's heart pounded. The vixen standing before him was not going to take no for an answer, he could see in her eyes what she was about to do. He gripped the bench and gasped as the whore pulled up his cassock and his long deprived erect cock felt the air. "I love making her happy and my God, Father, she is at her most beautiful when she's being fucked. Her body was made for sex," Kenneth continued. The priest just nodded at his words as Lily bent over, perking her ass high in the air behind her. Her hungry mouth found his thick, red and veiny organ. The whore's lips slid down the entire length of his cock, taking him down into her throat in one fluid gulp. "Oh, heavens," Father David muttered. Lily looked up into the gray eyes of the priest as her nose pressed into his modest belly and his cockhead rubbed into the back of her throat. This was a sensation he hadn't ever felt in his life. Her mouth suckled him and she ground her face into his pelvis. She wiggled her panties down her thighs as she devoured his long disregarded member with a care only a whore could provide. Kenneth continued speaking but Father David lost his sense of hearing for those few moments. The hooker stepped out of her thong and brought her mouth up with a hard suck, his cock fell out of her mouth with a pop. She wiped her grinning lips then pushed his legs together. She climbed on top of him placing her knees on the small bench. His throbbing member felt her heat radiating down onto him as she slowly lowered herself down. Lily stopped just as his cock was against the entrance to her velvet tunnel and purred in his ear, "God has averted his eyes. Enjoy my flesh." With those words his neglected cock slid inside her. He was overwhelmed with her heat. Her soft, tight walls engulfed him. She felt like dirty, hedonistic, glorious sin. Lily filled herself completely with his Holy organ, grinding him deep inside her whore cunt. "Don't worry Father, she is clean. She is tested rigorously. Her clients must always present test results to me beforehand. I can't have a high dollar hooker ridden with disease," Kenneth said, seeing the shadow of his wife riding the priest. The Confession The whore bounced softly on him. She knew as a man of the cloth he couldn't take too much too soon. Her hips expertly rolled into his as his erection throbbed inside her. Lily picked up his hands from the bench and placed them on her tits. She wiggled her dress and bra down to her stomach giving him free access to her breasts. His fingers kneaded her breasts, feeling their heavy weight in his palms. He understood why men couldn't help but pay this woman for her body, everything about it was perfect from her eyes, to her tits, to the way her hips rolled and dug his cock inside her, to her toned legs. "I am not a bad man, Father. I love my wife and our family. We've worked hard to make the life we have. I started training for her profession years before we were married. I took her to the streets as a trial, selling her body for cheap," Kenneth continued. "She loved it and loved being an object. She wanted more and I couldn't deny her." Lily's breath was heavy in the priest's ear as she moaned and whimpered. Her hands held his face and ran over his bald head. She could make any man believe that she loved him. Father David grunted as the whore professionally fucked him. His cock dragged against her walls and she squeezed him as she pulled up. "I make her exercise her cunt, doing kegels and using pussy weights to keep her tight after years of constant sex," Kenneth said, pulling his cock out of his fly. "She is tight, isn't she, Father?" "Yes," he groaned. Kenneth wrapped one hand around his cock and began pulling himself. He placed his other hand up to the partition, pressing against it, his flesh poked through the little holes. Lily pressed her hand up to his. "But, I don't know what to do with her. I can't leave town anymore. Anytime I do, she gets a sitter for the kids and goes off for hours fucking men that haven't paid her. Fucking men behind my back." The whore's fluids leaked out of her as she fucked him, collecting on the priest's balls, in his pubic hair. He squeezed her tit with one hand and the other he wrapped around her, pulling her down on him. He thrusted up into her, remembering how to properly fuck a woman. It had been far, far too long. "When I get home from trips, I question her, and she always lies at first. But she does come around a few hours or days later and tells me things like, she spent six hours with my best friend Charles both nights I was gone. But I don't understand why she tries to hide it. Maybe she thinks it's fun to sneak around. Or maybe it's because she knows I like when she cheats," Kenneth continued. Lily rubbed her sweaty, flushed cheek against the priest's, listening to him moan into her ear. Her lips curled into a smile. She started fucking him harder and his fingers dug into her flesh. She wondered how a man celibate so long could last, but she didn't question it. The whore rubbed her hand against her husband's through the partition as she serviced him. "She is gorgeous when she has a cock in her, isn't she, Father?" Kenneth said. He waited for a response, but only received a grunt. "She looks even better when there are multiple in her. I love her so much; I have never known a woman like her. As depraved as her. As truly slutty as she is. She is one of a kind, Father. I had to marry this whore." Lily grabbed onto his surplice, using it for leverage as she bounced on his lap, slamming her body up and down his erection. She wanted to scream out in ecstasy, but knew better. She knew Kenneth would take care of her when she got home and let her release the pent up orgasm that was bubbling inside her. She never orgasmed for her clients, as long as she could control it, it was the one thing reserved for her husband. Kenneth quickly got up and came around to the other side of the booth. It took a few moments before the whore and the priest realized he was there. He pushed her dress up higher on her hips, making the black fabric just a band around her stomach with a taste of red from her bra. Lily lifted her face from Father David's shoulder and looked back at her husband, "Hi, darling," she smiled. "Hi, beautiful," he replied, stroking her sweat stained cheek. The husband pressed his hand down on her back and she settled with the priest's cock inside her, resting against him. Kenneth spit into his hand then smeared it on his cock like lube. He held his erection and pressed it against her rosebud, already loosened by his fingers. The priest couldn't believe his eyes and the feelings he felt. He felt dirty, wrong, corrupted and entirely sinful, but he didn't want this to stop, he couldn't let it stop. He had already come this far. "Watch her face, Father," Kenneth said, sliding his cock into her asshole. Lily bit down hard on her lip, making it bleed as her husband fit his cock into her snug anus. She had experienced dry anal countless times before; it wasn't the pain that got to her. It was the intense feeling of being filled to the brink. Kenneth grabbed her neck as he pushed his last few inches into her. Holding her head to his shoulder as her eyes fluttered closed and the crinkles of her face expressed ultimate pleasure. Her breath quickened and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her mouth dropped open and she let out a scratchy scream. Father David watched her expression change, her skin creased around her eyes and nose, the tremble of her lip, how her eyelashes batted. He admired her beauty, the beauty of a satisfied slut. Kenneth held his whore's neck, making her back arch as he started pumping hard. Her body rocked between the two cocks using her. He kissed her cheek repeatedly as he ravished her ass, making her fuck the priest just as hard. Her holes were both stretched and full. Father David pawed at her available body, nails digging into her tits, stomach and sides. He felt Kenneth's organ rubbing against his through the hooker's flesh. He closed his lips as he groaned, unable to control the cravings in his body and soul. Lily whimpered and moaned inside herself. She fought to keep quiet as both men enjoyed her flesh. When her husband slammed into her ass, her cunt pulled up on the cock in her. As he withdrew his thrust, she settled back down on the priest. Kenneth fucked her even harder; she wanted to wail in euphoria. Her fingers clasped around the priest's stole and she held on for dear life. Kenneth's hand on her neck moved up and he covered his wife's mouth. She screamed into it, "Fuck me, Fuck me, use me, use your whore, use my whore flesh." Father David couldn't hold back anymore and his eyes rolled back into his head and his teeth ground together. The pleasure, the heat, the sin of the flesh, it was too much. His cock and balls ached for release. He throbbed inside the wench's cunt. He grunted repeatedly, growling inside his chest. The warmth began in his loins and spread throughout his entire being. He shot a beastly load inside the whore. Rope after rope coated her walls. Twenty-two years of pent up seed exploded from his cock. The rush of his cum shocked Lily; she hadn't felt a man cum like that ever, even the virgins she's had. She reached up and stroked his cheek as he shuddered in sinful bliss. "Show him your orgasm," Kenneth hissed into her ear. "Show Father David what a squirting slut you are." Lily nodded and bit down and screamed into Kenneth's palm. The priest's eyes opened wide. He watched her body quake and her husband fight to keep her still, feeling her walls contract violently on his sensitive organ. His groin was flooded with what felt like a gallon of steaming fluid as she climaxed, spurting her fluids out around his cock. He didn't think she could look any more beautiful, but as goose bumps rose up all over her flesh, her face and chest flushed a tone redder, and her nipples contracted, he was proven wrong. Kenneth pounded into his wife's loosened ass as her juices spilled onto the floor, emptying himself just moments later. He bit down on his wife's shoulder and growled like an animal as he came. Both of Lily's holes coated and filled with cum. Lily shuddered as she caught her breath. Kenneth withdrew his cock and tucked it back into his slacks before zipping up. He took a step back and lifted his wife off the priest's lap. He held onto her limp body as he bent down and picked up her panties from the floor and tucked them into his pocket. "You are amazing, my love," Kenneth said, kissing her cheek as he pulled her dress down over her ass and back up over her tits, attempting to make her look semi proper. "Thank you, darling," she mumbled, still in a haze. Kenneth wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close as she stepped out of the confessional with trembling legs. They didn't speak to the priest as they exited. Lily looked over her shoulder and smiled and puckered her lips into a kiss before the curtain closed on their secret. The Confession It was 8 p.m. when she knocked on the door. She heard a faint "Come in" from the other side of the door. She opened the door and noted how dim the room was. She set her purse down on the table beside the door, walked in and kneeled facing the wall opposite him. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. Its been eight years since my last confession." "Have you said your Act of Contrition?" He asked. "Yes, Father, outside." "Ok. Continue." He responds.. "I have lustful thoughts, about a man, Father. I have these thoughts all the time. My mind never rests." "I daydream about the wicked things he does when we are alone. Of how he leads me into a private space. How he binds my wrists to my ankles, then my ankles to attachment points on the floor that hold my legs open. How, when on my back, he slaps the insides of my thighs and cunt in this vulnerable position. The ecstasy I feel when he ends the painful assault and offers me a pleasurable one instead. Fingers on my clit and in my cunt. Then a dildo or maybe his fist. Pushing into me until I cum, and then beginning again." "Or how, when I'm on my knees, he spanks my ass, then invades it with a finger or two. How, with my increasing desirous moans, he fucks my ass with a dildo, and, on my most privileged nights he blesses me with his cock in my ass as well. Oh, Father, I can't tell you how ecstatic it is to feel his nice, hot cock penetrating me that way." "Really? Pleasures of the flesh... I wouldn't know about those things. Continue.." He responds. "Then, at night he invades my mind as I am trying to go to sleep. I picture him next to me, binding my arms and legs to attachment points on the bed in ways that leave me totally open and vulnerable to his every whim. Picturing his fingers invading my ass or cunt, raking his nails down my body. I beg for his cock, and he actually offers it to me. I take him in my mouth, savoring the taste and smooth texture of his skin. After he removes himself from my mouth, he repositions between my legs and begins an invasion of my cunt. I see myself bucking and writhing to squeeze that cock, trying to pull it deeper, making it hit just that right spot. I masturbate from time to time to these thoughts, begging the empty air next to me for more. Oh please! More!" She hears his shifting in the chair behind her, but doesn't turn to see what he is doing. "In the morning I wake up thinking of additional ways I would like to offer my body to him. I picture him standing over me, just watching as I lay there, hands between my thighs, fingers on my clit. I imagine him commanding me to open my legs, hands on my thighs still, exposing my lustful cunt to him. I hear my voice begging him to reach down and run his fingers over it. 'Please, Sir, please... just one caress. Just one finger inserted, maybe two. Please! I want to be your slut so badly this morning! I want to cum over and over again on your hand Sir. Then I want to lick it clean.' "I picture him there, laying next to me, naked. I see myself crawling down between his legs, begging, 'Please Sir, please let me taste your cock.' I then picture myself taking him between my lips, licking around the head, making it moist, and after sucking that cock all the way in. I see his fingers wrap themselves through my hair, guiding my head up and down as he lightly thrusts up into my mouth. Up, up and up he thrusts until I cant breath anymore." She hears more movement behind her. She is pretty sure that he has now risen out of his chair, but again, she doesn't turn to look. "After that, I beg to ride his cock. 'Oh Please Sir, please let me slide my cunt down onto that cock, grinding and riding, cumming again and again, until I can't cum anymore. I'll do all the work, you can just lay back and enjoy the ride.' Being given the go ahead, I see myself grabbing a vibrating bullet, which I place just under my clit and I feel his cock filling up my cunt as I lower myself down. Oh what an ecstatic feeling it is. At this point I am usually breathlessly masturbating, but it's not the same..." At this point she is cut off by the feeling of his fingers through her hair. "Tsk, tsk, what a naughty slut you are!" He says as he turns her head to look up at him. She blushingly smiles up at him, that wicked man from her fantasies, who is now standing next to her, naked. "Didn't anyone teach you it is bad to tease men?" She can feel her cheeks getting hotter and hotter as he speaks. "I think I might have a good idea of an act of penance you can perform." He says as he moves in front of her, his hard cock right at her eye level. "Suck." He commands as he pushes his cock against her lips. "You said you fantasize about this. In fact, you beg me in your fantasies, now, don't you?" With that, she smiles up at him and takes his cock into her mouth, demonstrating what a hungry slut she really is.