Gargoyles and Guilt - Ch. 01

First chapter to a multi-part story about a struggling couple who has their sex lives radically changed by a gargoyle who watches over their church. Chapter 1 has no fantastical elements. Stay tuned for the fantasy in chapter 2.

Abigail groaned in frustration as the lights to her and Gale's bedroom went out, and he rolled over to sleep without a second thought. It had been 2 weeks since her boyfriend of one year had made any attempt to fuck her. He hardly touched her during that time. If she didn't know him better, she would've thought he was angry with her, but this was just how Gale was.

Their relationship only started when she practically threw herself at him and tore his clothes off after a party. They had been friends for years through the church, and she had always found him cute in a boy-next-door kind of way. He had a lean build with round spectacles that made his vibrant green eyes look like two giant emeralds. His hair was dark and always a medium-length mess that hung about his forehead and ears. He was kind, clever, and thankfully not too devout to the church. At least that was true until recently.

Abigail's sexual appetite had made them both frequent attendants of the confessional booth. It didn't bother her at all, but she had seen it bothered him more and more as they continued to have each other outside of marriage. They had discussed the topic a few times, but she just couldn't bring herself to commit to marriage with Gale until she had finished her masters degree in civil engineering, or they had at least lived together for a whole year. She was certain the priest had finally worn him down and convinced him that every time they slept together Jesus wept or something.

She didn't think faith was the only reason a man wouldn't take her to bed. She'd been turned down a few times in her life by men, but with her looks it was rare. She had a short compact frame at about 5' 2" 120lbs, but she had what you might call a low center of gravity. Her breasts were small, but her figure flared out into a round, firm butt that made every skirt she ever bought too short. In fact, her silky, black hair often reached down further than the edge of some of the skirts that struggled to fit her. All this, combined with her bluish, grey eyes and bold approach, brought most men she had ever wanted to bed.

Unwilling to cede her bedroom fully to Father Michael's wishes, she took a page out of her and Gale's history. Under the sheets, she rolled herself on top of him to force his attention on her. Gale always wore a t-shirt and boxers to bed, but she usually wore one of his oversized shirts and skipped the bottoms when she could. Now with her bare thighs spread across his waist, she looked at his tired green eyes in the dark. "Whaaaat?" he yawned as he looked up at her blurrily. "Oh boy." she thought. This was going to take more work than she hoped to break their dry spell.

She leaned over him and planted a soft kiss just below his ear while she rolled her hips and her bare pussy rubbed against his waistband. Still, his hands hung limply at his sides. Still, he seemed paralyzed by someone else's words about them, about her. She moved her hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up to reveal his thin, toned frame. She kissed down from his neck over his chest with his shirt bunched up around his shoulders. She kissed lower, lower, lower down his bare chest, to his stomach, and to the waistband that already smelled like her hungry snatch. She shimmied her hips down his legs as she dragged his boxers with her.

Finally, out flopped his stiffening cock. Finally, she had something to show for her one-sided effort. She wrapped one of her hands around his cock and tugged it up and down softly as she left space on the bottom of the shaft facing her for her tongue. She ran her tongue from the root of the shaft to the top of his exposed head. She felt his legs under her flex as she did this and felt incredible satisfaction as he placed one of his hands on top of her head and guided her mouth down onto him. Finally, she'd gotten some interest out of him.

As she took his throbbing dick into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down on him, she dug one hand underneath him between his tight ass and the bed. She tightly gripped his ass cheek with it and felt a big throb in his dick while she heard him let out a sharp breath. She moved her other hand down her body to her own throbbing flesh. She circled her clit with two of her fingers with increasing fervor as she kept bobbing on Gale's cock. It wasn't that blowing her boyfriend didn't turn her on because it did. It was more about getting herself completely ready for what came next. As his sharp breaths began to turn into moans and his grip on her hair tightened, she stuffed her two curled fingers into her tight cunt and rubbed them against her walls.

Once she felt relaxed enough and like he might be getting a little too close, she pulled her mouth off of his cock with a wet "pop". She rolled off of him onto her back and silently prayed she'd done enough to wind him up. Now she hoped he'd jump on top of her in turn now. Her faith was rewarded and not a second after her back had touched the bed, he had rolled on top of her. He looked deeply into her grey eyes as he spread her legs to either side of his narrow waist and began to guide his cock into her.

Without any teasing or ceremony he buried it into her to the base in one thrust. He started moving steadily at a torturously moderate pace. Abigail had never had problems with Gale lasting in bed. In fact, the bigger issue was him running out of steam or interest. Sometimes it was hard for her to tell which. His thin frame always seemed to wear out quickly in doing anything physical. She also knew he often struggled with the "morality" of what they were doing more when he was the fucking her.

She'd kept his baggy shirt on this whole time in hopes of bringing out the "big guns" to get him over the hump and really fuck her like she desired. As he continued to thrust in her, she saw his eyes were closed and his breathing was becoming labored. She yanked her shirt off over her head and wrapped her hands around the back of his head. She pulled his head down to her waiting nipple in the hopes of finding his second wind. For a few moments, he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it greedily as he continued to thrust. She arched her back into him as sharp waves of pleasure rocked her. She felt a wave of contraction in her pussy that clamped down on him for a moment. She was getting closer and closer and he was picking up the pace finally. Before she could finally let the waves of stimulation reach their highest crest, Gale completely gave out and immediately pulled out of her. He pulled her hands off of the back of his head and flopped over onto his back, clearly exhausted.

With a roll of her eyes, she threw herself back on top of him. She sat on her knees spread over Gale's shrinking cock and quickly stuffed it back into her throbbing cunt. She bounced on it like a medic doing CPR on a dying patient, trying to will the moment of ecstasy she had missed back to life. He gripped her thighs tightly with his hands. He appeared to hold on for dear life as she violently slammed her plump ass down onto his shaft again and again.

She knew it was probably pointless for her to fight for her orgasm this hard. She'd never been able to cum while riding on top of Gale or any other man. She'd always needed her own hands to finish the job or for her partner to really fuck her. On top, she still took pride and satisfaction, if not an orgasm, in feeling her control over Gale and how close she was driving him to cum inside her. Maybe if he would, she'd actually cum and squeeze every drop of it out of him. Maybe, she'd even marry him on the spot if he knocked her up, but she knew these were fantasies.

In the middle of her savage bouncing on top of him with her tits and ass trembling nonstop, he grabbed her waist and threw her down on her back. She looked up at him, shocked and titillated at his rough handling, but was left disappointed immediately as he pulled out and came all over her chest and stomach. After he came, he couldn't meet her gaze or speak to her after. Guilt and shame filled him again, and he rolled over and quickly fell asleep.

Frustrated, her tits covered in his "wasted seed", and feeling degraded by his shame and guilt, Abigail trudged to the shower across the single hall of their studio apartment and sat in it under the hot water for hours before returning to bed.