I'm posting the entire piece in this thread rather than submitting it, as it's only the first part of the story. It's not edited, so please bear with any misspellings or poor grammatical use/punctuation.
Let me know what you think, suggestions and constructive criticism are always welcome.
<3 Peach
His voice seeped through the black lattice like smoke.
"How long has it been since your last confession?"
She could see those familiar egyptian black eyes gleaming from his side of the confessional. Jade could swear she felt his breath on her neck, it made her skin tingle.
"It has been one week since my last confession, Father." She licked her lips. Her throat felt dry, and her tongue seemed thicker than usual.
Father Sharpe waited patiently, significantly calmer than she was, his thin lips curved upward into a slight smile. He was attractive, younger than his predecessors, yet Jade could hardly stand to look at him.
Father Sharpe's congregation was made up of preening small town women, and their dozing husbands. It seemed strange that shortly after the death of the town's former priest and Father Sharpe's arrival that there was such a marked increase in the desire to worship. Small town women talk, and lately, all the conversation had been about Mrs. Gale, who seemed to always be in the church helping out the good father... even late into the night.
Mrs. Mead and Mrs. Evelytt seemed equally devout. Luckily they all seemed to have different availabilities for Father Sharpe's guidance.
Jade swallowed hard, and let forth a ragged breath. "Father, sometimes I have impure thoughts. Sometimes of the boys in the neighborhood... but mostly of you, Father." Jade tried to make the last part sound like a purr, but she was nervous and it came out hoarse and hungry sounding.
He had been waiting for her to say this. She was 18 and he would finally get to sample the forbidden fruit of his flock. He had been hearing her confessions since she was 14, and he knew this lamb was pure and ripe to be plucked.
Jade spat out a quick "For these and all the sins of my past life I am truly sorry."
"Child, it sincerely pains me to say that your sin cannot be washed away with any amount of "Hail Mary"'s or "Our Father"'s. Unfortunately, I am afraid that you may suffer from reoccurring sin, and I simply cannot watch a member of this congregation dwell in darkness."
Jade watched his darkened silhouette rise, watched him exit the confessional, and listened to his footsteps on the old stone floor. She was confused on whether or not he wanted her to follow him. She stayed seated inside the confessional. The sound the door locking bolstered her confidence. This would work just the way she had planned it.
Quickly, while she was still alone, she combed through her auburn hair with her fingers, and then swiped a finger under each eye to ensure that any smudge from her eyeliner would be wiped away. Jade tugged the wrinkles from her thigh highs, and smoothed her skirt. The door opened and for a moment Father Sharpe appeared to be an angel, backlit by the light pouring in from the church windows.
The moment passed quickly. Jade looked up into his eyes, lightly pushed her teeth into the flesh of her bottom lip and tried her damnedest to look pious. She sat knees together, ankles apart, a hand clenching onto the seat on either side of her body. Jade's light blue eyes were filled with the light from the church, and somehow seemed bluer when illuminated this way.
Father Sharpe reached into the confessional and touched her shoulder. There was nothing reassuring in his touch, nothing fatherly. Instead, in spite of herself, Jade had the overwhelming urge to pull back and claw his hand from her. She stood up, took his hand and ran it from her shoulder, diagonally down to her left breast. With her hand over his, she lightly massaged it until the nipple hardened through her thin black blouse. Jade then moved his hand to her right breast and did the same.
He had a cruel smile upon his lips, and his eyes were slightly hooded as he watched his own hand cupping her young, firm chest.
Jade heard herself moan. She watched his left hand join his right on her chest and she removed her hand from his, choosing instead to rest it upon his groin.
As Father Sharpe rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, teasing them to a harder state, Jade slowly moved her hand over the crotch of his black pants. She slowly worked her way from the bottom up to his belt buckle and then back down. Jade felt him harden in her hand, and he pushed himself into her hand, making slight humping motions.
Soon, he was no longer satisfied with merely toying with Jade through her top. He tugged at the bottom of her shirt, and she lifted her arms to allow it to be pulled up over her head. He gazed down at her, and then made fast work of her soft black bra. Both articles of clothing were tossed in the direction of the seat.
Father Sharpe advanced further into the confessional, he pushed Jade back until she was forced to sit, and then he kneeled and began licking her breasts. Licking her areoles, sucking and then nipping her nipples- this was anything but gentle. His hands worked their way down her belly to her black pleated skirt, they continued over the skirt and down the outsides of her thighs. Once his hands made it to her knees, he went over them, and then slid his warm, thin fingers up the insides of Jades thighs. Jade placed each hand on either side of her body and slid her butt closer to the edge of the seat the further his hands advanced.
When Father Sharpe reached the tops of the thigh highs he moaned, and halted the affections he was lavishing upon her breasts. He flipped up the skirt and revealed the tops of her stockings as well as her black underwear. From the cut and shape, Father Sharpe was certain these particular panties didn't include much of a back. He ran his index finger over the top of the panties and then down over her clit and down her slit. His finger moved quickly, and Jade couldn't help but push herself into the darting finger. The panties soon became wet and his finger was able to push between her labia, soon after he was able to insert the tip of his finger into her. Once he succeeded in making her moan this way, he removed her moist underwear, parted her lips and encircled her virgin hole with the tip of his tongue.
Father Sharpes thumb made circle's over Jades swollen clit, and he savored the taste of her. Unlike the married women he had sampled over the past few years, this girl was meant to be enjoyed slowly and with relish. He'd enjoy feeling that first thrust into her, listening to her moans of pleasure turn into sharp yelps of pain as he tore into her, and then finally, he'd most enjoy watching his cream drip out of her.
Jade couldn't take it anymore. She needed him inside of her, needed to have the attention off of her overly stimulated clit. She stood, and pulled him up by the arms, then she made fast work of his belt buckle and trousers.
His swollen cock jutted out from his boxers. It wasn't overly long, but it was relatively thick. Precum dribbled down the head, and she dropped to her knees to tease him with her mouth.
Pulling down his boxers, she took him by the base with her right hand. The fingers of Jades left hand were absently toying with her slit. Slowly, she sucked his head into her mouth, as if it was a spaghetti noodle. Jade worked his cock in and out of her mouth while moving her hand up and down his shaft in time.
Father Sharpe pressed himself to her mouth, avoiding the urge to grasp her head and fuck her mouth. When Jade felt him beginning to twitch, she removed him from her mouth and stood.
He took her cue, and with one hand spread her labia and with the other he pushed his cock into her pussy. Quickly, he tore her. She yelped, but after a moment, all Jade could feel was him roughly pushing into her. Her arms reached out to grasp the sides of the confessional, steadying herself. The fingers of her right hand curled around the crucifix attached to the lattice.
Within a few moments, Father Sharpe exploded into Jade. She felt the warm sensation inside of her, and as he pulled out, it dripped down her thighs. Jade tore the crucifix from the lattice and stabbed Father Sharpe in the side of the throat.
After a few moments of him lying there, gurgling in his own blood, his eyes clouded over, and he made no more noise. Jade pulled on her clothing, ran her fingers through her hair, and swiped under her eyes to make sure her makeup wasn't smudged.
No one would miss another pervert priest.
Let me know what you think, suggestions and constructive criticism are always welcome.
<3 Peach
His voice seeped through the black lattice like smoke.
"How long has it been since your last confession?"
She could see those familiar egyptian black eyes gleaming from his side of the confessional. Jade could swear she felt his breath on her neck, it made her skin tingle.
"It has been one week since my last confession, Father." She licked her lips. Her throat felt dry, and her tongue seemed thicker than usual.
Father Sharpe waited patiently, significantly calmer than she was, his thin lips curved upward into a slight smile. He was attractive, younger than his predecessors, yet Jade could hardly stand to look at him.
Father Sharpe's congregation was made up of preening small town women, and their dozing husbands. It seemed strange that shortly after the death of the town's former priest and Father Sharpe's arrival that there was such a marked increase in the desire to worship. Small town women talk, and lately, all the conversation had been about Mrs. Gale, who seemed to always be in the church helping out the good father... even late into the night.
Mrs. Mead and Mrs. Evelytt seemed equally devout. Luckily they all seemed to have different availabilities for Father Sharpe's guidance.
Jade swallowed hard, and let forth a ragged breath. "Father, sometimes I have impure thoughts. Sometimes of the boys in the neighborhood... but mostly of you, Father." Jade tried to make the last part sound like a purr, but she was nervous and it came out hoarse and hungry sounding.
He had been waiting for her to say this. She was 18 and he would finally get to sample the forbidden fruit of his flock. He had been hearing her confessions since she was 14, and he knew this lamb was pure and ripe to be plucked.
Jade spat out a quick "For these and all the sins of my past life I am truly sorry."
"Child, it sincerely pains me to say that your sin cannot be washed away with any amount of "Hail Mary"'s or "Our Father"'s. Unfortunately, I am afraid that you may suffer from reoccurring sin, and I simply cannot watch a member of this congregation dwell in darkness."
Jade watched his darkened silhouette rise, watched him exit the confessional, and listened to his footsteps on the old stone floor. She was confused on whether or not he wanted her to follow him. She stayed seated inside the confessional. The sound the door locking bolstered her confidence. This would work just the way she had planned it.
Quickly, while she was still alone, she combed through her auburn hair with her fingers, and then swiped a finger under each eye to ensure that any smudge from her eyeliner would be wiped away. Jade tugged the wrinkles from her thigh highs, and smoothed her skirt. The door opened and for a moment Father Sharpe appeared to be an angel, backlit by the light pouring in from the church windows.
The moment passed quickly. Jade looked up into his eyes, lightly pushed her teeth into the flesh of her bottom lip and tried her damnedest to look pious. She sat knees together, ankles apart, a hand clenching onto the seat on either side of her body. Jade's light blue eyes were filled with the light from the church, and somehow seemed bluer when illuminated this way.
Father Sharpe reached into the confessional and touched her shoulder. There was nothing reassuring in his touch, nothing fatherly. Instead, in spite of herself, Jade had the overwhelming urge to pull back and claw his hand from her. She stood up, took his hand and ran it from her shoulder, diagonally down to her left breast. With her hand over his, she lightly massaged it until the nipple hardened through her thin black blouse. Jade then moved his hand to her right breast and did the same.
He had a cruel smile upon his lips, and his eyes were slightly hooded as he watched his own hand cupping her young, firm chest.
Jade heard herself moan. She watched his left hand join his right on her chest and she removed her hand from his, choosing instead to rest it upon his groin.
As Father Sharpe rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, teasing them to a harder state, Jade slowly moved her hand over the crotch of his black pants. She slowly worked her way from the bottom up to his belt buckle and then back down. Jade felt him harden in her hand, and he pushed himself into her hand, making slight humping motions.
Soon, he was no longer satisfied with merely toying with Jade through her top. He tugged at the bottom of her shirt, and she lifted her arms to allow it to be pulled up over her head. He gazed down at her, and then made fast work of her soft black bra. Both articles of clothing were tossed in the direction of the seat.
Father Sharpe advanced further into the confessional, he pushed Jade back until she was forced to sit, and then he kneeled and began licking her breasts. Licking her areoles, sucking and then nipping her nipples- this was anything but gentle. His hands worked their way down her belly to her black pleated skirt, they continued over the skirt and down the outsides of her thighs. Once his hands made it to her knees, he went over them, and then slid his warm, thin fingers up the insides of Jades thighs. Jade placed each hand on either side of her body and slid her butt closer to the edge of the seat the further his hands advanced.
When Father Sharpe reached the tops of the thigh highs he moaned, and halted the affections he was lavishing upon her breasts. He flipped up the skirt and revealed the tops of her stockings as well as her black underwear. From the cut and shape, Father Sharpe was certain these particular panties didn't include much of a back. He ran his index finger over the top of the panties and then down over her clit and down her slit. His finger moved quickly, and Jade couldn't help but push herself into the darting finger. The panties soon became wet and his finger was able to push between her labia, soon after he was able to insert the tip of his finger into her. Once he succeeded in making her moan this way, he removed her moist underwear, parted her lips and encircled her virgin hole with the tip of his tongue.
Father Sharpes thumb made circle's over Jades swollen clit, and he savored the taste of her. Unlike the married women he had sampled over the past few years, this girl was meant to be enjoyed slowly and with relish. He'd enjoy feeling that first thrust into her, listening to her moans of pleasure turn into sharp yelps of pain as he tore into her, and then finally, he'd most enjoy watching his cream drip out of her.
Jade couldn't take it anymore. She needed him inside of her, needed to have the attention off of her overly stimulated clit. She stood, and pulled him up by the arms, then she made fast work of his belt buckle and trousers.
His swollen cock jutted out from his boxers. It wasn't overly long, but it was relatively thick. Precum dribbled down the head, and she dropped to her knees to tease him with her mouth.
Pulling down his boxers, she took him by the base with her right hand. The fingers of Jades left hand were absently toying with her slit. Slowly, she sucked his head into her mouth, as if it was a spaghetti noodle. Jade worked his cock in and out of her mouth while moving her hand up and down his shaft in time.
Father Sharpe pressed himself to her mouth, avoiding the urge to grasp her head and fuck her mouth. When Jade felt him beginning to twitch, she removed him from her mouth and stood.
He took her cue, and with one hand spread her labia and with the other he pushed his cock into her pussy. Quickly, he tore her. She yelped, but after a moment, all Jade could feel was him roughly pushing into her. Her arms reached out to grasp the sides of the confessional, steadying herself. The fingers of her right hand curled around the crucifix attached to the lattice.
Within a few moments, Father Sharpe exploded into Jade. She felt the warm sensation inside of her, and as he pulled out, it dripped down her thighs. Jade tore the crucifix from the lattice and stabbed Father Sharpe in the side of the throat.
After a few moments of him lying there, gurgling in his own blood, his eyes clouded over, and he made no more noise. Jade pulled on her clothing, ran her fingers through her hair, and swiped under her eyes to make sure her makeup wasn't smudged.
No one would miss another pervert priest.
