In the dimly lit confessional, Sister Mary Catherine knelt, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never felt such wicked desires before, but the stranger’s touch had awakened something deep within her. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, her small breasts bare beneath her habit.
Father Thomas listened, his breath hitching as he heard her confession. The sight of her, nude and vulnerable, had stirred something primal within him. He had been a man of the cloth for so long, but he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards this woman.
“Father,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’ve sinned. I allowed a man to touch me, to see me in such a state. I’ve never felt such pleasure, such desire before.”
Father Thomas swallowed hard, his cock straining against his robes. “Go on, my child,” he urged, his voice hoarse.
“He touched me here,” she continued, her hand lightly brushing over her breast. “And here,” she added, her fingers trailing down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. “He made me feel things I never thought possible.”
Father Thomas couldn’t help himself. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. “Mary Catherine,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her lips. “You are a beautiful woman, inside and out. I can’t deny the feelings I have for you.”
Mary Catherine gasped as his lips met hers, their tongues dancing together in a dance as old as time. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She moaned, arching into his touch, her own hands reaching down to stroke his hard length.
Father Thomas broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to her breasts. He suckled one nipple into his mouth, his fingers pinching and twisting the other. Mary Catherine writhed beneath him, her moans filling the confessional.
He moved lower, his lips and tongue tasting every inch of her skin. He reached her sex, his fingers parting her lips to reveal her swollen clit. He flicked his tongue over it, causing Mary Catherine to cry out in pleasure.
He continued to tease and torture her, his fingers and tongue bringing her to the brink of release. But he wasn’t done yet. He stood, his cock jutting out from his robes. He guided it to her entrance, slowly pushing inside.
Mary Catherine moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her. He began to move, thrusting in and out of her with a slow, steady rhythm. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Their moans echoed through the confessional, their hips slapping together as they reached their peak. Father Thomas felt himself on the edge, his balls tightening as he released inside her. Mary Catherine cried out, her own orgasm washing over her.
As they caught their breath, Father Thomas pulled out, his seed spilling from her. He helped her to her feet, their bodies still trembling with aftershocks.
“We’ve sinned, Father,” Mary Catherine whispered, her eyes wide with guilt.
“Yes, my child,” he replied, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. “But sometimes, sin can feel so very good.”
And with that, they dressed, their bodies still humming with pleasure. They knew they would have to confess their sins, but for now, they reveled in the afterglow of their illicit encounter.
