Sacred Exploration of Sin

Hanna hauled ass down the highway with her fifteen-year-old, reliable truck crammed with all of her possessions stuffed into black trash bags. She could not drive south fast enough. She hated having to return to her Central Texas hometown, but she could not stand the feeling of being out of place amongst the locals. She drove well above the speed limit and contemplated how different she was from the people who lived in the Metroplex. Her now ex-boyfriend, Drew, sparked her desperation to escape from the crowded sprawl of North Texas.

Fuck him. Fuck the way he treats her.

When she graduated from high school ten years ago, she left her small hometown immediately. She enrolled in college courses early in the summer to begin her journey away from her prudish German Catholic family and community. Her hometown sits along a spring-fed creek that rinses the dust off the high limestone bluffs of the Edwards Plateau and slows down amidst the dark earth of the blackland prairie farmland. At least it had been farmland and pasture a decade ago. The virus of urbanization sank its tendrils into the soil and now grips Texas in a stranglehold.

She drove dangerously fast down the interstate highway. Yet, no matter how fast she drove, she could not escape the sprawl. Shopping centers, car dealerships, gas stations, and cookie-cutter communities with box-shaped houses now occupy land that she remembered as empty. The scars of the invasion of people from regions beyond the semi-arid lands of the state, all seeking what she sought now, a place to fit in. The newcomers managed to make everything feel foreign.

Her unsettled heart raced as she tried to contemplate her future. Her mind was cluttered and jumpy, just like the traffic packed into the three lanes of highway that dangerously raced along with her. She didn't want to return to the oppression of expectation from the small community she grew up in. She wanted bigger things. Yet, she also wanted to feel at home. She wanted to live free.

She had dressed hastily before she left; she was restricted to a limited selection of not-as-soiled laundry after she had packed her truck. She wore a thin, white T-shirt that made it very obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her well worn cut-off denim shorts barely covered her ass and were threadbare with holes starting to wear along the seams of the crotch just below the button fly. If someone looked hard enough, they would see the tiny red thong she still wore from the night before through the holes in her shorts. She was also wearing the same 5-inch red heels she wore to the bar last night, not by her choice.

She looked at her tired face in the rearview mirror. She pulled the angle of the mirror down to regard her ridiculous outfit. Her blond straight hair looked good framing her cleavage peaking through the V-neck of her shirt, even with the seatbelt shoulder harness splitting between her breasts. Her bare, smooth thighs reflected the muted sunlight through the tint of the windshield. Her mom would disapprove of her appearance. She had that to look forward to dealing with.

"But damn, I am kind of hot," she said aloud against the roar of her air conditioner. She knew she was attractive. She never struggled for attention. In fact, she could still feel the attention she attracted last night in the bar bathroom. The poor stranger stood no chance once she set her eyes upon him. She could feel his enthusiasm still slowly seeping out from between her legs and into the gusset of her thong. She smirked, knowing that she had fought with Drew in the bar, sent him home, and still managed to seduce the stranger. The stranger's cum was her trophy and declaration of freedom.

Hannah's confidence sank almost immediately as the thought of her mom's certain forthcoming disapproval. The idea of the stranger slowly leaking down her thigh in front of her mom pushed a surge of anxiety that was almost overwhelming. Even though Hannah was a grown woman in her early thirties, the mere thought of her mom's judgment was enough to make the drive uneasy. The anxiety also triggered the desire not to pull into the long gravel driveway that led to her mom's house.

"To hell with that," she mumbled to herself. She spoke with a veneer of false bravado. Hannah knew she would eventually need to pull into that God forsaken driveway. She drove on, heading in the direction of town. She didn't know where she was going exactly, but she wasn't ready to be home to her mom's questions.

Thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to make sense of her emotions and develop a coherent plan of action. Nothing of substance solidified. She had not been in this town for the last ten years, and nothing looked the same. The sprawl gave rise to new condominiums, apartment buildings, and box stores. She was disoriented in mind and soul, creating a disquieted, confused spirit.

Hannah was almost dizzy as her mind spun out of control. She rounded the slow curve of Main Street. The angle of the buildings caused the steeple of St. Michael's to almost leap into the street. Her childhood church, a Roman Catholic Church, looked the same as it had when her family helped build it in the late 1960s. The church is a very distinct post-Vatican II mid-century design that no longer appears modern.

The distinct geometric cinderblock wall, metal, and stylized religious emblems felt like home, even if she no longer believed in the Church. The slender, pointed steeple with a tiny crucifix upon the pinnacle drew her into the empty parking lot. She sat in her truck with the engine off, marveling at the structure of the church while the sudden silence collapsed in on her. Her mind was suddenly devoid of all thoughts. She sat until the midday sun warmed the interior to an uncomfortable temperature.

"It's a Friday at noon, there won't be anyone here. I wonder if the inside still looks the same?" she dared herself. She opened the truck door and stepped down onto the old black black top, steadying herself on her heels and finding her balance. She waggled her ass as she pulled on the frayed hem of her shorts, trying futily to get the shorts to cover the view of the bottom of her ass cheeks.

The sound of her heels on the pavement fueled her confidence to try the front door to the church. She reasoned to herself that she would see if the front door was locked. If it is, she will get back in her truck and head to her mom's house. If the church door is not locked, she would go inside and explore.

She reached the ornate metal handle on the front door and pulled. The door broke the pressure barrier as it opened, pushing out cold, inviting air-conditioned air that held the slight aroma of lingering incense and candle smoke. The cool reprieve from the hot sun pulled her inside. She stepped through the doorway, the heavy door bouncing off her supple ass, almost pushing her inside against her reluctance. The contrast from the bright midday sun to the dark church robbed her of the ability to see anything. The quiet emptiness echoed the door closing in an almost terrifying way. The silence sank into her as her eyes adjusted to the light in the dark narthex.

She slowly strutted down the dark and curving narthex, walking past the typical Roman Catholic statues that stood pious guard of the church. She peered through the windows of the aisle doors. The light through the stained-glass windows danced in the quiet nave. Her red heels echoed on the polished concrete. She felt her bare legs tingle as goosebumps raised along her skin in the cold air-conditioned air. She ignored the noise she was making and focused on the discomfort of flooding memories from her childhood that came rushing into her mind.

She wanted to defile this place with her adult freedom. She hated the feelings that the familiar, yet distant, memories brought to her heart. She wanted revenge for the misguidance and judgment she received from those who should have been loving and supporting her journey into womanhood.

A rage seethed inside of her as she stopped at the cry room and stood looking at the apse and altar through the large windows that presented a view through the back of the nave. The rush of blood from her anger warmed her cheeks. The warmer she became, the more she sought the pain and anger from within herself. A chain reaction of poison darkened her mind as she followed the pain that led her to this exact moment. Pain that darkened in juxtaposition to the gorgeous light and colors that dazzled inside the nave from sun glinting through the stained glass windows.

She did not hear him walk up. He was not trying to be sneaky, but his plain black work boots were quiet on the concrete floor. He stood quietly behind her and watched as her intense stare into the quiet nave did not break in his presence. He was not quite sure what to do. Should he disturb her, or should he let her be? And... WHO was she? Who was this gorgeous, long-legged blonde in red heels and much too short shorts?

He tried hard not to stare, but his eyes deceived his conscious as they affixed to her ass and the tanned cheeks that poked out from under the hem of her tiny shorts. He struggled to lift his gaze and get hold of his desires. Somehow, she had transfixed him with the visceral pleasure of enjoying her shapes. The blood whooshing in his ears from the excitement her form generated was deafening. His breath tightened, and his blood pressure rose, prompting him to clear his throat suddenly. The echoes of his throat-clearing effort surprised him. It startled her even more.

Hannah jumped with the surprise of suddenly not being alone, causing the tip of her left heel to catch on a bit of roughness in the polished concrete floor. He reached out and grabbed her arm just above her elbow in a very tight grip. Her face warmed as the embarrassment of tripping started to diffuse across her mind. The sudden jerk to steady herself also caused her prize from last night to suddenly drip closer to finding its way free from her imprisonment. She clenched hard to remain in control of what she had worked hard to earn in the bar bathroom.

"So sorry I startled you," he spoke with a deep yet soft timbre. "I didn't know if you were having a moment of contemplation or if you were looking for someone. I'm the only one here; you weren't looking for me, were you? My name is David, and you are..." His voice trailed off to allow her to identify herself.

"My name is Mary," she lied as she looked past his broad shoulder to a statue of the Virgin Mother of Christ. "I am just looking for a chance to get out of the heat and see what's going on in here. I can leave if that--."

"Please, take all the time you want to look things over or even pray a little. Do you have any questions or anything you would like to talk about?" David interrupted with an even, calming tone.

Hannah contemplated the moment. On one hand, she wanted to walk away from her embarrassment. On the other hand, the tall, dark-haired man was attractive in his well-fitted, worn jeans, boots, and dark blue work shirt. She guessed that he might be in his late thirties, perhaps a few years older than herself. He was thin, but solidly built, and his appearance was of one accustomed to hard work.

Hannah played the moment. She looked down at her shoes shyly and kicked slowly at imaginary rocks, flexing her athletic bare legs and pointing her toes directly at him. She is anything but shy. She knew that her ruse would not hold water. She intentionally wanted him to see through her. She wanted him to see all of her.

"Please, Sir, stay with me for a moment," Hannah pleaded softly. She was pleased with how raspy her voice sounded from the debauchery the night before. She sounded sexy in the echo of the narthex. She leaned forward closer to him, inhaling deeply where she found a subtle musk of a man at work. She let her forward leg bend at the knee and softly brush his jeans just on the inside of his thigh above his knee. She giggled softly when he jumped in reaction to her touch.

Hannah was not sure how much longer she could hold onto the remnants of her mysterious lover from the night prior. The flush of warmth and adrenaline caused by her attack on her new prey lubricated what little friction she had to contain the cum from last night's stranger. The longer David allowed her to stand close, the longer he failed to set boundaries, the more excited she became. She was going to fuck this man. She was going to fuck this man in her mom's most holy space. She was going to fuck a stranger right outside the cry room of her childhood church.

David stared into the alluring blue eyes of the woman leaning into him. He could smell her perfume. He could smell the boozy remnants of her hangover. He also thought he could faintly detect something else. Something that seemed to stir something deep and primal inside of him. He listened to his heart drum heavily in his ears. David felt as if his strength of will was evaporating in the vapor of the raw feminine beauty tempting him.

He dared not look from her warm eyes. His peripheral vision enticed him to enjoy the way her thin white t-shirt barely contained her large, full breasts. He wanted to look down and drool at the shapely bare leg teasing him. He struggled against the urge to give in and to let his racing heart inflate his reach and touch her with proof that he was only a man. His grip on her arm strengthened subconsciously as he fought temptation.

"David, you are strong. I feel your grip digging into my arm. I like it," she said in her raspy, worn-out voice. She moved her head close to his chest and looked up into his eyes and whimperted, "You can grab me like that anywhere. Anywhere you want, David." She stared deep into his brown eyes and slowly bit her lip. She felt his grip constrict her arm tightly. She was sure he was going to leave a bruise on her arm.

David could not help himself; he was looking at his desires in the flesh and blood. He let out a deep, low growl in a last-ditch effort to control himself.

"Mmmmm... fuck, that growl, David. Growl like that whenever and wherever you take me. Make me your little fuckslut," she taunted playfully as she reached down with her free arm to drag her acrylic nails along the inseam of his jeans. He suddenly pulsed and filled his pant leg with a throbbing resistance to her teasing fingernails.

She let go.

She felt her quarry from last night run wet through her grasp, soaking the little denim of the croth of her shorts. She moaned softly as the cum ran and fell to polished concrete floor beneath them with a large splat that echoed through the narthex. Hanna glanced down, excited by little splashes of cum droplets running down the red patten leather of her heels and the rough black leather of his work books.

She looked up into his eyes with a devilish look, still biting her lip.

"Whoops!" She said in a playful tone. "That is what remains of last night's sins." David grunted in reply. The grip on her arm tightened, and he pulled her closer aggressively.

"Yes! Do it! Fuck him out of me. Claim me as your little cum dump," Hanna tempted him with a hiss. 'Fuck me, David. I know you want these legs shaking with your own load running down them."

David pushed her back hard into the exterior window of the cry room. The back of her head bounced against the glass before he caught her by the neck with his free hand and pressed her head hard to pin her down. He searched her blazing eyes. They showed no fear or pain; she only stared back in the same fit of lust that he felt, a blinding lust.

He kissed her hard. She opened her supple lips for him, taking his tongue in. He was a clumsy and inexperienced kisser. A surge of excitement ran through Hanna as she helped his tongue find its way into her mouth. She sucked his tongue, pushed it out, bit his lower lip, before sucking him back in. She forced a release, moaned aloud, sighed, and sucked his lip back in; she controlled the frenetic, lustful pace of their aggressive kiss.

She tasted of mint and remnant alcohol, probably vodka, to David. The taste of her vice only blinded him further. He no longer had any control over himself. He resigned to her whims and the throes of his primal desires. He knew she was taking advantage of him, but he simply did not care.

Hanna moaned, loving the way the vibration of her voice tickled the skin of her neck, grasped by David's strong hand. She smiled through his kiss, "That tickles! Come on, really fucking choke me! Don't let me--" David instantly responded by clamping down hard on the soft, delicate skin of her throat. All words stopped as Hanna began to make involuntary gasps and coughs as she struggled to breathe.

Her smile persisted as her eyes watered and began to roll into the long curls of her dark lashes. She couldn't tell if the edges of her vision were getting dark or if her fake lashes were obstructing her view. Tingles crashed in waves through the entirety of her body as her subconscious screamed for air. She felt a renewed flush of warmth between her thighs as the tingling of oxygen deprivation correlated to pleasure in her lust-induced haze.

Her head gave in to its weight as her vision went black with shooting flashes of lightning in the darkness of oblivion. His hand gripping her neck was the only support keeping her upright. Her sudden limp weight startled David. He released his grip and gently waved her head back and forth. For a moment, her eyes remained closed with a foaming drool running from the corner of her mouth, her limpness lasted just long enough for the first pangs of panic to reach his heart. Her long lashes suddenly fluttered, her eyes sprang open, and she gasped for precious oxygen as her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The dark Narthex slowly came into focus for Hanna. This man, a stranger, could have killed her. He didn't. The excitement of the moment is just the chaos she craved. She needed more. Her numb hands clumsily clutched at her shorts. She grabbed as much denim as possible and pulled down while working her hips back and forth to slowly work the shorts over the supple curve of her hips, simultaneously rolling her red thong down her legs.

David rested the palm of his hand on her sternum and watched with amazement as her bare hips drew an alluring arc in the low light. The shorts and panties fell to her ankles. Her excitement wafted to his nose. He also could smell, as she described it, her sins of the night before. The other man's cum still oozing from her with more evidence of the tryst dried to the delicate skin and soft curls of blonde hair of her pubic region. His mouth watered.

Hannah kept her eyes on David's stare. She blindly reached down and quickly found the crotch of his jeans. She used her fingertips to search out the edge of the bulge of his cock. Her palm pressed the large, throbbing, swollen mass. It felt warm through his jeans. It would feel so good deep inside of her. She pressed her palm hard against him until he winced. She smiled.

"Well David, are you going to fuck me with that, or not?" she teased. She intentionally poked the bear. She needed to be taken, and taken hard. Again, David could only muster a growl as an answer.

Hanna used her hands to deftly work his black leather belt unfastened, release the button and zipper of his jeans' fly. David did not let go of his press on her sternum; he used his free hand to pull his jeans down just enough. It was a struggle to work his pulsing erection clear of the grasp of denim. When his cock swung free of its entrapment, rigid tremors quaked down its generous length. Large purple veins swirled and surrounded the thick shaft, leading to a large, perfect head that was turning a soft shade of purple.

"What a fine specimen your cock is, David. And look at it; it's drooling for me. I want that inside of me now. Fuck all of this other man's cum out of me," Hanna demanded with a hiss. David's weight on her sternum seemed to intensify, forcing the wind from her lungs. He grunted, then relented long enough to turn her around by the arm. He grabbed a clutch of her blonde hair, pushed her face into the window, and roughly pushed forward.

There was no resistance to the exploration of David's cock. Hannah wiggled her ass back and forth to assist him finding what they both wanted. Nevertheless, David seemed to struggle to put himself in the correct position. He blindly stroked forward, grinding his turgid cock and unkempt pubic hair agianst her most sentitive skin. Hannah was a bit shocked at what appeared to be his inexperience. She moved a hand from the window, reached down between her legs to grab hold of his flailing erection.

David took her lead, allowing her to catch him and guide him into her. His knees were instantly shaking as her wet warmth swallowed him. He could not believe the intensity of her heat as every inch of him steeped inside of her. He felt her moan reverberate through her entire body, culminating in a quiver that shook down the sides of his whole length inside of her. He struggled to process the intense pleasure as he sank deeper into her temptation. He converted the pleasure into a physical response, leaning his entire weight into her, pressing her hard against the glass.

Hannah removed her hand from his cock and brought it back to the glass to steady herself and press back against his force. He pushed hard, and she worried that he might break the glass. Her face pressed against the thick window. Her breath created fog as she moaned gutturally in response to his quickening pace of thrusts from his hips. David learned fast, instincts making up for his lack of experience.

The stranger's cum frothed along the base of David's thick shaft. A dense foam of cum soaked into his long tight curls of pubic hair before being cast to the concrete floor in plops. Her moans, his grunts and growls, the sound of cum foam drops, and boom of flesh pressed into glass echoed in the narthex of the church in a cocophany. The statues of the Holy Family looked on with bemused holy looks upon their faces as David fucked Hannah in uncontrolled, frenetic bliss.

Hannah's makeup smeared onto the window as she found it harder and harder to stand against the onslaught of David's lustful attack. Her sternum repeatedly smashed against the glass in an upward motion as he pushed deep inside of her. The movement pulled at her shirt and lifted her right breast up, freeing her further from confinement. The glass was cold against her erect nipple. She was already sensitive from the night before, and the force of David's thrusts seemed to focus on the bruise created by the stranger's bite. The pain felt good; it brought her closer to the pinnacle of rapture.

David placed his hand over the side of Hannah's face, pressing her hard into the glass. The cycle of his final three strokes increased in length and amplitude. The force of his hand made her head ache at the temples. The sting of his stroke stung her flesh as he crashed hard into her ass and back of her legs. His growl crescendoed into a long, echoed cry. She felt his thick, hard cock leap inside of her and spasm uncontrollablly. She was overwhelmed.

The pain of his animalistic aggression, the pleasure of his substantial manhood, the setting of her taking, and the position of power and control she felt in tempting him to act was overwhelming. Her breath escaped her lungs, and she could not reinflate them. Instead, she spasmed from deep inside. The dark narthex grew dimmer while bright sparks returned to her vision in flashes before her eyes, coinciding with the shooting pangs of ecstasy. Her knees buckled and banged together as her thighs tremored uncontrollably. Her guttural, trembling voice was staccato as her wind failed her further.

Hannah felt the hot, wet splash of her state run down her legs in a shooting rush. Her spasm forced David's cock out of her quivering pussy. He slammed hard into her ass, his cock pushing between her cheeks, leaving strands of still shooting ropes of ejaculate along the crack of her ass and the small of her back that ran down, falling to the hard floor in loud glops.

They stood pressed together, Hannah's face pressed to the glass, David pressed to her sweaty flesh. They panted in almost synchronized gasps amplified in the Narthex. Their cum dropping to the floor between their shaking legs synchopated between their pants. Hannah wondered when he might let her free. She stayed patient and enjoyed the feeling of being overpowered.

Hannah got what she wanted. She felt used, yet in control. In her mind, she had revenge for the way Drew had abruptly shoved her from his life with indifference to her need for attention. She was free. She enjoyed being the enabled slut, taking what she wants, when she wants. She glanced at the statues peering down on her. The juxtaposition of being pinned to the glass, her breast hanging free, cum dripping from her used pussy made her smile; a large devious smile.

"I... I am so sorry," David finally spoke in almost a quivering whisper. "I don't know what I was doing. I hope I didn't hurt you." His tone was one of shock and remorse. It made her smile even more.

"You gave me what I needed and wanted. You took this bad little girl and fucked the cum out of me, thank you!" Hannah spoke with confidence and deviance.

She pushed her ass into him to prompt his shocked state into action. He took the hint and relented his pressure, taking an unsteady and clumsy step back with his jeans around his shins. He suddenly became uneasy and began to look up and down the Narthex as his conscience slowly began to reclaim control of his mind. He bent down and hurriedly pulled his jeans up to his waist, tucked his still dripping cock into his pants, and fastened his belt.

Hannah stayed leaning into the window, her dripping ass still facing him and the world to see. She looked back and watched him dress nervously. She enjoyed the way he fidgeted with his belt buckle. She also enjoyed the way the air smelled like incense, stone, and sex. She reached down between her legs and inserted two fingers into her pussy, moaning a bit as they sunk deep inside of her. She was incredibly wet, soaked with excitement and cum. She pulled her finger tips toward her making her pussy gasp and gape for air. Remaining ejaculate covered her fingers and splattered on the floor.

She shivered, bit her lip, and moaned at David. She then slowly removed her fingers, letting her pussy remain open and begging in the direction of David's view. She pulled her cum covered fingers to her mouth. She slowly parted her full lips and worked her tongue over the mess on her fingers. She slurped strands of cum into her mouth making a mess of the remnants across her red lipstick-smeared lips.

"Mmmm, don't y'all all taste great together," Hannah teased.

David's pallor turned a deep red as if he were suddenly embarrassed by his behavior. He watched in trembling dread as she teased him, suddenly too petrified to act. He wanted to take her again, but he fought hard to remain in control of his primal desires.

"I don't know what I was doing. I am sorry. I should go, you should not be here--"

"Don't worry. I will leave you alone, David. But I will probably see you at Mass tomorrow morning. I don't want to disappoint my mother."

Hannah slowly rocked her hips to the right and slowly lifted her soaked, cum covered red thong and denim shorts up her long, muscular, smooth legs. She moved with grace and agonizingly slow just to get in one last tease. Then she turned, smiled, and reached her still-wet fingers to trace David's strong jawline. She patted him on the back of the neck, winked as she got into her heels, and regained her balance.

The last sound she heard echoing in the narthex was the sound of her stride in her heels. She pushed through the heavy church doors to confront the blinding afternoon sun. The purity of the intense sunlight burned back into her mind that she was on her way home.

"Ughhh, I still have to go home," she muttered aloud to the empty parking lot. Hannah found it hard to walk straight. Her head was dizzy from the force of David holding her head pressed against the window. Her tired leg muscles still trembled from the hard orgasm that had just wrecked her body. She felt well used. Not just by David, but by the stranger the night before, and Drew yesterday morning.

The drive to her mom's house was only a couple of blocks from the church. She pulled into the long caliche driveway, pulled into her old spot underneath the old live oak tree, and shut off the ignition. She listened to the metal in her car engine ping as it slowly cooled in the warm afternoon air. The immediate silence in the cab was somehow comforting, even as the cool air-conditioned air quickly warmed.

Hannah sat and listened to the whooshing of her heart in her ears. She felt her used pussy throb in time to the whooshes with a dull ache that never entirely subsided. She liked the pain; it filled the void of silence. The silence in the truck with her. The silence in the space where she used to hear and feel Drew. And the silence in the void of her heart, where her life used to exist. She felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. She pushed the pain into a hard lump in her throat.

The wetness between her thighs, the evidence of her recklessness over the last eighteen hours, seeped slowly and dripped to the cloth of her seat.. She smiled softly at the idea of the mixture of each man's claim as an elixir to fortify her strength. With that thought, she went inside to face her anxiety-- and her mother.

Mass arrived early the next morning. The sun awakening Hannah so early on a Sunday morning was not customary for her. She did not complain when her mother was adamant about her accompanying her to church. It seemed like the easy way to keep the peace. However, she was not exactly prepared to meet her mother's expectation of appropriate dress.

Hannah wore a floral sundress with a plunging V-shaped neckline. She did not have an appropriate bra readily available, so she went without wearing one. If anyone looked closely, the outline of her nipples gave contours to impressionistic blooms printed on the thin material of the bust of the dress. She managed to find her platform wedges that made her legs look fantastically shapely. She smirked in the mirror when she looked at her reflection. Hannah knew very well that she would make an entrance at the old church.

As she expected, she enjoyed the way the old men, whom she had known all her life, tried to hide their ogling with welcoming smiles. The dad of her best friend in high school held the door for her and her mother as they climbed the old cement stairs and entered the narthex. She knew he watched her ass as she walked into the church. She let her hips sway a little extra as a reward for his chivalry.

Hannah noticed that there was a dark, stained spot on the floor next to the window to the cry room. The glass was smudged with her cheek, breast, and hand prints. Apparently, David was not very good at cleaning up the mess they had made the day before. Her mom noticed as well, stopping to inspect the soiling of the floor and glass.

"Acht, such a shame that people make such a mess," Hannah's mom lamented. Hannah struggled to contain a mischievous giggle. The other older women of the parish watched with disdain as they made their way through the nave to the pew her family has sat in for the last forty years, just to the left of the altar and three rows back.

The entrance procession offered quite the shock. Hannah jumped a little when she spotted David in full vestments walking behind the two young altar servers. Her mom looked over at her and made eye contact to convey a 'what in heaven is wrong with you' mother's look. Hannah stilled herself and pretended to sing... with a smirk. She had fucked her mother's parish priest.

David did not spot her until communion. Hannah followed her mom through the communion line, hiding in the writhing rhythm of the congregation's migration through the aisle and transcept. She kneeled before the priest and looked up at him. He didn't notice her even as she returned to her feet and stepped forward.

"The body of Christ," David droned in officiant voice.

"Amen," replied Hannah in her sexiest hushed tone. She forced him to place the communion wafer onto her tongue. Their eyes met, and his cheeks immediately darkened. Hannah winked as she blessed herself with the sign of the cross, turned, and swayed her hips as she walked back to her pew. She got on her knees at the pew's kneeler, closed her eyes, and enjoyed how teasing her mom's priest in Mass made her so hot and wet. She savored the communion wafer with the same tongue that savored Father David's cum.

Hannah spent Sunday dinner keeping to herself. She worked over the memory of Father David fucking her until she was a dripping mess. She thought about the way he filled her with his inexperienced cock. She kept grinning as she envisioned the stain on the floor and the smears on the glass she saw this morning. Her thoughts hid behind mindless thumbing through social media on her phone.

Hannah was shocked out of her daydream by the vibration and text chime she had set to Drew's contact: Hey babe, I am so sorry. I miss you. Come home.

Hannah stared at the words on her screen, sorting through the rush she felt from reading them. Her mind raced, but why? Was it because she was startled by the sudden vibration? Perhaps she was enjoying the idea of her perversions from the days before. The reality began to wash over her in a warmth of emotion: she did miss Drew.

Hannah's thumbs furiously worked while she kneeled at her pew. She picked up the conversation with Drew where they left off before their argument:

I miss you, too, Hun. Apology accepted.

Headed home after I say goodbye to mom

and family. ETA 3 hours. Be ready for me.

Ready for you?

You owe me make-up sex. AND --

And?

I fucked a stranger in the bathroom

at the club the night before last.

You little minx! Fuck, that's

so hot. I'm already getting hard.

AND

More?

I may or may not have fucked my mom's

priest. In the church. In front of the Holy Family

statue.

YOU SLUT! I love you! FUCK,

I want you!

You can have me when I get home. Leaving

the church and getting my stuff to leave

town now, see you soon

I am going to ravage you when you get

home. I need to reclaim my slutty

little fuck toy. Be prepared, Kitten.

Hannah smiled with tears welling up in her eyes. She only allowed Drew to call her Kitten. He earned that right. Drew was the only person she ever met who allowed her to be herself. Free to do what and who she wished. Their little spats are a game. The result was always Drew calling her home, comforting her mind, and supporting her dirty lust-fueled escapades.

Hannah decided against a shower, though she badly needed one. She still wore Father David's sin on her inner thighs and all over pussy. She smelled of sex and sweat that she masked with perfume. The cacophony of scent lifted to her nose as she drove in the hot Texas sun north. Hannah's renewed flood of anticipation for Drew intensified the aroma.

Hannah did not notice the urban sprawl on the return trip to North Texas. Her thoughts were of course once again mischevioulsy dirty, "I can't wait to tell Drew about how Father David fucked the strangers cum out of me and made me squirt all over the narthex floor!" Her fingers slid down and across her leg, pulled her skirt up, slid along her thigh before gently stroking her seeping pussy. She thought about Drew cleaning her with his tongue, inspecting her well fucked, aching pussy, and reclaiming her as his own Kitten.

She could not wait to take a long, hot shower with her Drew. She looked forward to being in his comforting, firm embrace. She could not wait to be at peace once more.