***WARNING! The following piece will most likely offend you if you are the “religious type”. I strongly suggest not reading this if you are. You have been warned.***
Jonathan lay nestled against Priscilla’s nude body, both of them still covered in dampness from their previous union. His head pillowed by her ample breast, Jonathan watches the rise and fall of her nipple with each breath. His fingers absent-mindedly twirl in the soft nestle of curls between her thighs. His eyes begin to feel heavy and he begins to drift off.
“Have you confessed?” Priscilla breaks the silence and Jonathan’s eyes pop back open. A long, silent pause forms between them. “Well?” Her impatience growing in her voice. “Have you confessed?”
Jonathan’s fingers stop their movements. He clears his throat and moves his head away from her breast so that he can look Priscilla in the eyes. His erection begins to harden against her leg. “Yes, yes I did confess.”
Priscilla’s face breaks out in a deviant smile. “Tell me, Jonathan. Tell me about your religious sins. Confess to me of your confession.” She chuckles under her breath like a seductive temptress.
Jonathan begins to speak but is interrupted by Priscilla. “No, no my dear young man.” She strokes his stubbled face. “This is not how you properly confess at my temple. I can feel your growing lust against my leg. Confess to me properly! Let us be joined while you tell me your confession!”
Jonathan moves between her legs. Before him, the sweet valley of his pleasure, moist from their last intercourse. His erection throbs as he watches the rise and fall of her body. He runs the head of his cock along her moistened slit and Priscilla moans softly. Steadying his cock with one hand, the other squeezing her inner thigh, Jonathan slowly pushes himself past her folds and into her body. He groans as his erection sinks deep inside her, to the very base of his shaft. He shutters as he grips both her thighs with his hands.
“Good boy,” she coos. “Now, tell me Jonathan. Tell me what you have confessed just hours ago, before your seed found purchase in my womb the first time.”
Jonathan grabs Priscilla’s ankles and places them on his shoulders, his hands move to her thighs and secures them against his body. He begins thrusting into her, hard, forcing the air out of her lungs. “I went to confession this morning.” His words are broken by each thrust into Priscilla.
“Because today is the Lord’s day?” She asks.
“Yes,” he thrusts. “Today is the Lord’s day.”
“Do you think the Lord would approve of our union?”
“No,” he pants. “No he would not approve of our union.”
“Because you are a whore.”
Priscilla laughs at him. A wicked, devious laugh. She feels his erection, hot within her. His confession penetrating her insides. “Tell me more,” she moans.
Jonathan fucks her even harder, his pace slightly faster. “Bless me father for I have sinned.”
“Tell me, Jonathan.”
“I fornicate with a woman I am not wed to. I do unspeakable things with her. I lust for her every waking moment. I crave the feel of her lips wrapped around my erection, both the ones on her face and the ones between her thighs. I like to fuck her, while she is on all fours like an animal. Like the animals we are.”
Sweat breaks out all over Jonathan’s body as he fucks Priscilla, confessing everything to her. She smiles and moans with each thrust of his confession. Her body is electrified by his words. “More Jonathan, more!”
“I do not wish to marry her. I only wish to fuck her. I only wish to use her for pleasure. I lie at night when I am alone and I pleasure myself. I pleasure myself and let the seed spill out of me, wasted. All the while dreaming of her. All the while thinking inappropriate thoughts of my whore.”
Priscilla laughs at him. “Did God forgive you?”
“Yes,” Jonathan is on the edge as he continues to fuck her. “I have been washed of my previous sins.”
“And yet, here you are again,” Priscilla purrs. “Creating all new sins.”
Jonathan, in an explosion of desire, thrusts deeper and harder, clenching her flesh within his hands. “God will always forgive me.” He’s on the very edge now. Priscilla can sense his impending release.
“I have heard,” she teases. “That it is better to spill your seed within the womb of a whore, than to spill it wasted onto the floor.”
“Yes,” Jonathan can barely get the word out.
“Give it to me!” She commands him. “Release yourself of your religious sin and let me have all of your confession.”
Jonathan growls as he thrusts one final time into Priscilla. Her eyes flutter as she feels the throb of his cock and the clenching of his balls. His seed spills within her, bathing her insides with his confession. Jonathan releases his grip on her legs and she slowly lowers them back to the bed. His erection, growing soft, slowly slips out of her body and she feels his confession spilling from her folds.
“Now,” she smiles. “Be a good boy Jonathan, and clean up the mess you’ve made. We don’t want to waste your confession. Bury your face between my thighs so that you may bring me to my ultimate pleasure and I shall bathe you with your own sinful confession.”
Jonathan moves without hesitation and as he tastes his sex mixed with hers, he knows exactly where he’ll be next Sunday.
© Secret Desire