Doorbell pierces night. 11:30 PM. Cold bites. Open door. Anne-Solange stands, beige trench coat, tears streaking face. Hair wild. Steps in. Hallway dim. Parquet creaks under heels. Shut door soft. Sliver of streetlight filters under. Neighbors sleep walls away. Lead her to fire room. Wood pops in stove. She huddles close, arms crossed. Back to me. Sobs hitch.
“I’m lost, Father.” Voice cracks. I sit table. Legs tense. “Not ready for marriage. Fucked up. Not virgin.” Words raw. Heat rises. Cock twitches. She spins. Drops coat. Black legging hugs ass like sin. White top clings, sheer. Nipples poke. Piercing glints navel. Eyes plead. Kneels thighs. Face presses lap. Arms wrap legs. Breath hot through pants. Hardens fast. She feels it. Strokes thigh. Fingers belt. Buckle clicks. Zipper rasps low. Pulls out cock. Thick, veined. Eyes lock. Mouth engulfs. Wet suck. Tongue swirls head. Slurp echoes faint. Heart hammers. Pray silent.
The Contact
Floor groans as I stand. Strip her. Legging peels down. Pussy shaved, slick. Top off. Tits perky, firm. Push to rug. Legs spread. Thrust in. Tight heat grips. Gasp muffled. She claws back. Hips buck. Wet slaps skin. “Fuck me, Father.” Whisper fierce. Pound harder. Bed creaks? No, floorboards scream. Neighbors stir? Freeze. Listen. Silence. Resume. Deeper. She bites pillow. Moans choked. Cum floods her. Pull out. Strings drip. She sucks clean. Rehardens. Flip her. Ass up. Cock slides pussy again. Fingers anus. Push in. Double fill. She quakes. Orgasms rip. Body shakes. Sweat slicks.
Doorbell again. Panic. Door bangs. Madame storms in, hubby trails. Dressed slutty. Short skirt, no bra. “Expected her.” They barge. Wine warms us prior. Bishop hides? No, civil clothes. Young groom next. Charles-Édouard. Pants tent. Madame grabs. Kisses wet. Hand dives zipper. Cock springs. Thick, young. Hubby laughs. “Watch her love it.” Anne-Solange sees. Joins. Pushes him into Madame. Dress hikes. Cock rams cunt. Slurps loud. Hubby jerks slow. Bishop prays, hand in pants. I stroke too. Finger ass self. Door light dances. Parquet protests every thrust. Madame howls. “God, yes!” Bishop snaps, “Just bishop, slut.” Dives in post-groom. Fucks her raw.
The Indiscretion
Groom turns Anne. Plugs ass. I take pussy. Double stuff. She screams stifled. Hubby bends. Offers hole. Curious, slide in. Tight ring burns. He grunts pain-pleasure. Cum paints walls. All glaze eyes. Bodies slick cum, sweat. Moans blend whisper-shout. Floors crackle fury. Street silent? Pray no ears wake.
Dawn creeps. Slivers light blinds. All dress hasty. Kisses linger. Slip out single. Heart thuds stairs—no stairs, hall shadows. Wipe cum rugs. Lock door. Secret seals. Wedding tomorrow. Smile pure. Neighbors nod morn. None know priest’s cock ruled night. God forgives? Balls ache truth.