Hail Mary

The few people in attendance didn’t even register the man crossing the aisle. The long black cassock, just another priest. He moved through the church, quietly, unhurried, until he reached the confessional. They thought nothing of it.

He didn’t pause. Opening the door the first thing he saw was the flash of her eyes as she looked up at him. Their eyes locked and remained that way as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Then and only then did she break from his gaze.

Remaining seated, her eyes followed her hands as they reached for the buttons on his cassock, busying herself just enough to release her prize. Already hard, the first clear beads emerged, dripping towards the floor in a gossamer string. Wrapping her gloved hand around his shaft, her scarlet lips formed an appreciative smirk, before parting as her head dipped towards him.

The moment she tasted that sweet clear nectar, time seemed to slow. Her hand began to squeeze and release as she stroked his rigid cock. Taking the smooth glistening head in her mouth, tongue swirling to encourage more release. She worked in near silence for what seemed like an age before they heard the door on the other side of the screen open, then click shut. She stopped, looking up, their eyes met again.

“In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. May God, in his mercy, help you to know your sins and trust in his forgiveness.” the voice of an elderly priest began the rite of confession.

“Amen.” she broke her silence for the first time.

In one smooth move she stood, lifting the hem of her dress up to her waist. Turning in the confined space she lifted one foot onto the seat, leaning back, her bare arse pressed against the grill.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been seven weeks since my last confession.”

The last words fell from her mouth in a gasp, as her lover pushed into her for the first time, pressing her arse harder against the screen which served to separate her from the priest. She began to list her sins one by one as she was fucked.

Beyond the screen the old priest’s shock quickly turned to arousal with each breathy confession. He sensed every thrust, as her beautifully formed rear was pressed harder against the screen, and with each thrust he too became harder, until he could stand it no more. He disrobed as best he could in the confined space until his grey skinned body stood only in his socks and shoes.

He faced the screen trying to glimpse what was happening on the other side, until his focus fell on the reality of her fleshy cheeks. His thick, veined member in hand, the swollen purple head, his heavy balls swinging to the rhythm of his hand. Denied contact with the object of his desire, with each confession he stroked harder.

And with each confession her lover fucked her deeper, relentlessly he ploughed her dripping cunt, bringing them both closer to ecstasy. He could see in her eyes how much she wanted his seed. They continued until finally he came, fucking it deep inside her. She gasped as she felt him flooding her, muscles clenching to milk every drop. She let out a moan, which she couldn’t stifle, but she no longer cared who heard her. He pulled out, adjusted his clothing and slipped away.

On hearing her moan the priest also released with a grimace, his thick cum jetting through the screen and finding its target. She felt it splash on her skin. Straightening up she allowed the hem of her dress to drop, smoothing it down to cover her immodesty.

“Dirty priest.” she said, with the hint of a smile, as she stepped out of the confessional.