It was a sweltering summer afternoon when Sister Martha found herself alone in the church, her heart pounding in her chest. She had always been a devout woman, her long brunette hair tied in a neat bun, never a stray lock out of place. But today, she felt a stirring deep within her, a desire she had never known before.
She was drawn to the confessional, the dark wood and dim light beckoning her. She slipped inside, the heavy curtains falling closed behind her. She knelt down, her heart racing as she waited for the anonymous voice on the other side.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
On the other side of the partition, the priest’s voice was calm and steady. “Tell me your sins, my child.”
Sister Martha hesitated, her mind racing. “I… I have been having impure thoughts, Father. Thoughts that I know are wrong.”
The priest’s tone was gentle. “It is natural to have such thoughts, my child. But it is how we act upon them that matters.”
Sister Martha took a deep breath, her hands trembling. “I… I have been fantasizing about a man, Father. A man who is not my husband.”
There was a long pause on the other side of the partition. “Go on, my child.”
“I… I have been thinking about him touching me, Father. His hands on my body, his lips on mine. I know it is wrong, but I cannot help myself.”
The priest’s voice was soft, soothing. “It is natural to be curious, my child. To wonder what it would be like to feel the touch of another.”
Sister Martha felt a surge of desire, her breath coming in short gasps. “I… I have been thinking about more than just his touch, Father. I have been thinking about… other things.”
“Tell me, my child,” the priest said, his voice low and seductive.
“I have been thinking about… his cock, Father. I have been thinking about how it would feel to have him inside me, to feel him thrusting deep within me.”
The priest’s voice was heavy with desire. “Go on, my child. Tell me more.”
Sister Martha’s hands were shaking as she unbuttoned her habit, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. “I have been thinking about… tasting him, Father. I have been thinking about taking his cock in my mouth, about feeling him cum on my tongue.”
The priest’s voice was ragged. “Do you want to sin with me, my child?”
Sister Martha nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, Father. I want to sin with you.”
The partition between them opened, and the priest stepped inside, his eyes blazing with desire. He pulled Sister Martha to her feet, his hands on her body as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth.
Sister Martha moaned, her hands on his chest as she felt his hard cock pressing against her. She reached down, her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned his pants, freeing his cock.
The priest groaned as Sister Martha took him in her mouth, her lips and tongue teasing his cock. She sucked and licked, her hands on his ass as she pulled him deeper into her mouth.
The priest moaned, his hands on Sister Martha’s head as she sucked him off. “Yes, my child, yes,” he whispered, his voice heavy with desire.
Sister Martha could feel herself getting close, her body trembling with pleasure. She wanted more, she wanted to feel him inside her.
She stood up, her body pressed against the priest’s. She unbuttoned her habit, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body underneath.
The priest’s eyes widened, his breath coming in short gasps. “You are beautiful, my child,” he whispered.
Sister Martha smiled, her hand on his cock as she guided him inside her. She moaned as he entered her, her body trembling with pleasure.
The priest began to thrust, his hands on Sister Martha’s hips as he fucked her deep and hard. She moaned, her head thrown back as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes, Father, yes,” she whispered, her body trembling with pleasure.
The priest groaned, his thrusts getting faster and harder. “I’m going to cum, my child,” he whispered, his voice ragged.
Sister Martha nodded, her body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, Father, cum inside me,” she whispered, her voice heavy with desire.
The priest groaned, his thrusts getting faster and harder as he felt himself getting close. He thrust deep inside Sister Martha, his cock twitching as he came, filling her with his seed.
Sister Martha moaned, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt him cum inside her. She collapsed against him, her body spent and satisfied.
The priest held her close, his hands on her body as they caught their breath. “We have sinned, my child,” he whispered, his voice soft and gentle.
Sister Martha nodded, her head resting on his chest. “Yes, Father,” she whispered, her voice heavy with desire. “We have sinned.”
The priest smiled, his fingers tracing circles on Sister Martha’s back. “But it was worth it, was it not?”
Sister Martha nodded, her body still trembling with pleasure. “Yes, Father,” she whispered, her voice soft and seductive. “It was worth it.”
