Heart hammers as I step into the dim chapel, skirt hiked, no panties. Legs spread on the altar, pussy glistening, waiting for him. Nothing. I scrub the floor in bra and thong, ass up. He emerges naked, cock rigid, veins pulsing. Turns away, sniffs my soiled panties, jerks furiously. Cum jets on altar, then my back, ass crack. Frustrated, I rub clit to shuddering climax, denied his thrust.
Pulse quickens on the hike to the hermitage. No underwear, juices trickle down thighs. Husband leads me to confessional, knees me open, door ajar. Cocks poke through grilles. I stroke, suck, tease. First spurts on tits, mouth overflows with hot seed. Young ones cum quick on skin. Tease elders to edge, deny, then milk dry dribbles. Aroma of cum fills air, my cunt aches empty.
The Fever
Ears burn hearing moans from next room. Push door. Horror: husband rams ass of bound man in confessional. Another sucks through wall. He grunts, floods bowels with cum. Kisses them post-orgasm, ignores me. Rage boils, pussy clenches traitorously.
Now room 666, hotel dark. Cakes snatched, waist grabbed. Voice quizzes sins: ‘Do you finger-fuck your slut hole?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Crave cum anywhere?’ ‘Yes.’ Stripped, tied spread-eagle. Fingers part lips, cold dildo invades slow. Stretches walls to burn. Nipples twisted raw, agony sparks heat.
Huge stranger mounts, cock splits me wide. Deeper than husband ever. ‘Your body is God’s temple.’ Surrender floods. Pain twists pleasure. Thrusts pound cervix. Squirt erupts, waves crash, I scream holy filth. Liberation rips free, stronger than chains.
The Blaze
They flee, cursing. Husband in chair, stroking, cake crumbs. Untied, I rage. Quote Esther: defy like Vashti. He begs Psalm 51 mercy. I dress him womanly, send to chapel.
Dawn. Drag-queen him to cross, invert like Peter. Scissors slice skirt, expose limp dick. Suck hard, balloon it. Edge-slap, scratch balls. Repeat till he breaks. Final deepthroat milks watery cum. Orgasm hits me too, fingers buried, his spent cock in mouth.
Friend pierces frenum twice. He sobs, pierced meat throbs. Skin scorches still, heart steadies. Faith shattered, but pussy empowered. Revenge tastes sweeter than sin. No more his puppet. God’s wild, I’m free.