I bent to kiss and lick as I moved the foreskin to expose him. My mind was full of words: ‘hungry,’ ‘starved,’ ‘huge,’ ‘wet,’ ‘cunt.” My starving cunt! He softens, smiles and I slip down, licking Him dry, both of us still shivering in a forbidden delight. I didn’t know if he would hurt me. And I’m not the only one who feels that way.”
I’m not the only one I thought? What should I tell Becky? We were two hot bodies: a priest and his penitent. Nice breasts, a slender waist and a pussy that wouldn’t stop wanting attention…not to mention anal…another joy. James said: “About…?” “I said you wouldn’t like it but here goes…” I drank some more wine and told them of my Jesus fantasy…of fucking Him on the cross and how He liked it all and came in me…came hard. I was already trembling in anticipation because Father Daniel was a relentless sexual being…he would never get tired while fucking me and would pound away until I was shaking and lifting and crying…he would lick the tears from my cheeks while, even then, still finishing
