Sweat beads on my skin in the dim village church. Heart hammers as I kneel in the confessional, curtain drawn. Bigoted women before me slip out quick. They hide no fire. Mine burns.
“Father, I’ve sinned gravely.” Voice trembles. Pulse races. His breath quickens behind the grate. I spill it all. Lust devours reason.
The Fever
Visiting Comtesse Marie-CĂ©cile. Door ajar. Moans echo. Peek in. Her boudoir: three naked workers. One rams her pussy, another her ass. Balls slap skin. Third strokes his thick cock over her lolling tongue. She begs. “Fuck my holes harder!” They growl. “Noble slut! Cum-dump whore!”
Heat floods me. Cunt throbs. Hand dives under skirt. Fingers plunge into soaked panties. I finger-fuck myself, watching cocks piston in and out, slick with her juices. Heart explodes. Breath gasps.
She spots me. “Sophie! Join us!” Workers leer. Hands yank my dress. Corset cinches my waist, stockings hug thighs. Naked but for lace. Side by side, we sprawl. They jerk fat cocks over us. Marie-CĂ©cile’s fingers tease my dripping slit. “Filthy aristos love peasant cum!” We scream for it. Hot ropes splatter bellies, tits, faces.
My turn. Cocks harden fast. One gags my throat. Another splits my pussy. Third reams my ass. Triple-stuffed. Sweat-slick bodies grind. I cum screaming, walls clenching. They switch holes, pounding relentlessly. Insults fuel the fire. “High-class pig! Take our loads!” Cum floods mouth, cunt, ass. Marie-CĂ©cile laps it off my skin, tongue swirling cum from my folds.
Workers gone. We sip tea naked, stockings streaked white. Cunt still pulses.
The Blaze
Back in confessional, words tumble. Priest’s robe rustles. He’s stroking. “Sacristy. Now.”
Door shuts. “Lift skirt. Drop panties.” Table edge bites thighs. Legs splay wide. His soutane lifts. Massive cock throbs. “Holy sprinkler cleanses sin.” He slams in. Pussy stretches, grips. He fucks hard. Table shakes. I ride waves, tits bouncing. Better than chauffeur’s rough thrusts, gardener’s in the greenhouse.
Door creaks. Sister Marie-Ange gapes. My ass cheeks slap his hips. She stares, mesmerized. “Punishing her sins, Sister.” Her hand cups his balls, fingers graze my ass. Priest sucks my nipples, thrusts deeper.
“Suck it clean.” She obeys. Her forehead bumps my cheeks as she slurps his cock from my cream. He erupts. Cum jets into her mouth, paints her face. She moans. “Bless me, Father.”
I perch wide, fingers buried in my gash. Watch her glow in seed. Priest commands. “Eat her noble cunt.” Nun dives in. Tongue lashes clit, scoops juices. I shatter, grinding her face. Holy mouth devours me.
Blaze fades. Skin glows hot, sticky. We pant in sacristy hush. Sin purged? No. Craving returns. I confess often now. Priest’s cock, nun’s tongue—my new sacraments. Pulse slows, but fire smolders. Unique ecstasy. Noblewoman no more. Just a vessel for raw possession.