I saw the church on the grey horizon miles before I felt compelled to drive up to it. It was rickety looking, even from a ways away, like something out of *Scary Stories To Tell In the Dark.* The splintered, weathered boards holding it together were a faded beige, singed with black bits and chipped (white?) paint from decades before. I absently drove in its direction. Mesmerized, robotic actions guided me up the winding hill it sat atop.
There were no other cars here. It looked long abandoned, despite the still functional and newish wooden doors. I approached the front steps, an odd energy permeating my senses. It felt like there was a force pulling me into the structure. I didn’t feel like I was choosing any of it. I had certainly driven myself there, but it all felt so unconscious.
The massive oak doors opened into a rather well-maintained vestibule. Flyers and organized piles of pamphlets made it suddenly clear that this was a functioning church. It opened into a surprisingly opulent nave lined with red carpets and two rows of 12 or so richly brown pews. A series of candles lightly illuminated the room, aided by the striking late afternoon sunlight via the long, narrow windows. The altar was flanked by a massive stained-glass window, depicting a crucified Jesus weeping long tears of blood. It was pretty ominous, but years of Catholic school had pretty much desensitized me to the more heavy-handed aspects of religion.
I sat in the back pew, remembering the many times I’d attended services in my youth. I was very much lapsed. Laughing aloud thinking of the futility of that time, I was distracted by a bell over on the left side of the room.
In the far corner were two small confessionals I hadn’t noticed earlier. Dark-stained oak boxes, with bright red, floor length curtains as doors. I heard a door open somewhere near there and the curtain on the right side popped outward from within, as if someone was inside. The bell rang again twice in quick succession. I felt my stomach drop a little.
I stared at the confessional and didn’t move, listening intently. I heard a woman giggle quietly from that direction. The *fuck?!* I swiveled my head erratically, looking for the source of the sound. There wasn’t anyone there, at least that I could see. It was creepy, but I was still feeling a pull from some unseen source. Beyond my better judgement, I got up and started slowly toward the confessionals.
I walked down the center of the row and cautiously looked in each row of pews. *It’s probably some kid,* I thought to myself. I had my keys in my hand in a vain attempt to defend myself. Nobody was in any of the pews. I turned and headed in the direction of the confessionals, when the bell rang again. It was definitely originating there.
As I approached the curtains, a hand materialized from behind the one on the right. A feminine hand, golden brown, with long, green fingernails pointed to the other curtain. I stopped in my tracks and stared at it. *Is this real? Am I awake right now?*
The elegant hand began tapping on the wooden board separating the two halves impatiently. I scoffed a bit, the surreality taking me out of my fear for a moment. Certain that this was an hallucination, I sighed and headed for the left side. The hand quickly retreated back behind the right curtain, and I could hear a creaking sound, as if something small was shifted there.
I pulled back the curtain and inspected the room. It was dark, but illuminated with a few, small, tea light candles in the corners of the box. There was a tiny shelf with a brightly colored, cylindrical candle of Mary praying, and beneath that was a 1’x1’ window connecting the rooms. A fine mesh screen covered the window, which sat at about waist height. There was a small, padded, leather-topped kneeler beneath that on the floor.
I entered the room, knowing the drill. I had gone to confession many times as a kid, and knew you were to kneel and say: *Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been so and so many days since my last confession..* It was all still burned in, ugh.
I was all set to get back on my knees before the hole, the motions automatic and out of body, when the screen slid back from the other side. A small, tanned face with bright red pursed lips appeared from the shadows. I stepped back in shock and gazed at it. I could really only make out the lower half of her face, a shroud of some kind hiding the rest in shadow. I again went to kneel, but she raised a finger up, ticked it back and forth and made a *tsk tsk* clicking sound with her tongue. She gestured for me to come forward with her index finger.
I stood at the hole and looked downward. Without saying a word, two small hands reached through the hole and began undoing my belt. I reached down to stop her, but that same, hypnotic feeling came over me and I stopped. I let my hands fall to my sides and looked at the candle of Mary in front of me mindlessly.
The hands slid my pants down to my knees. They carefully lowered my boxers, expertly lifting the elastic around my cock as they did. I glanced down at my suddenly erect dick, rigid and leaking pre-cum already. The hands delicately held my hips and pulled me towards the hole, retracting when my cock was halfway through it.
Immediately, I felt hot breath on my cock’s head. I closed my eyes, the mesmerized state I was in heightening my senses. I felt tingly all over, my knees giving a little. I placed my hands on the wall for support and leaned forward slightly.
The mouth near my cock seemed to hover over it, occasionally brushing the tip with its lips. Never taking me in, just teasing. The bottom lip would sit momentarily under my tip, softly massaging me. Her tongue began to lap at my head, licking underneath it and around it in circular flicks. She would take just the head in and hold it there while her tongue assaulted it on the inside of her wet hole. I needed more, so I stared moving my pelvis closer. My cock entered her mouth and I heard a *squeak* as she reacted to my 9” length. I only went in a few inches, but she took the hint and started bobbing up and down a bit, pausing to let her spit cover my cock and glide down the shaft. She would take it out of her mouth and stroke it softly, licking the head and tonguing my slit. There was a brief pause, then she pushed her mouth all the way down on my cock and took it to the balls, leaving it there. I could hear her gag and cough up bile, but she seemed determined to take it all.
I moaned dramatically, the incredible sensation making me feel lightheaded. She would jerk me firmly after she’d deepthroat me, my balls tightening up to my body, about to cum.
She stopped then, my cock leaking a thin line of cum as she edged me. I felt her take me tenderly into her mouth, suckling the early drips of cum from my tip. She reminded me from her mouth with a *pop* and softly spoke in Spanish. I could only make out a few words. I definitely heard *Dios Mío* and *María* amongst many other phrases I didn’t understand.
My alert senses and intoxicating arousal were interrupted by another *DING* as the small bell again went off in the adjoining confessional. I heard the curtain draw back on the other side with an unmistakable *whoosh*. The curiously killing me, I drew back mine as well and burst out into the nave, my cock helicoptering comically.
A petite figure stood before me in a full nun’s habit. Long black robes covered her frame entirely, a hooded coif masking her face. She accentuated this by bowing her head down as I appeared. I bent my neck down to try and catch a glimpse of her face, but she turned around and faced the altar. Suddenly, her arms raised and her cloak fell away from her, revealing a sexy, tanned body beneath. She was completely nude, her petite frame a small 100 lbs. Her ass was tiny, but had an accentuated curve due to her very small waist. She reached up and removed her coif, and thick, dark brown hair began cascading down her back in long, tentacle-like ribbons. They nearly reached her ass. She stood there for a moment, seemingly in silent prayer, then kneeled down in a very intentional gesture. She placed her hands on the floor in front of her, and raised up on all fours. She shook her ass slightly and said nothing.
Once again under the spell and deeply needing to unload my balls’ cargo, I slowly walked over to where she was. I had been gently stroking my cock this entire time, and it remained thick as a pipe, dripping cum like sap from a tree.
I got on my knees behind her, a constant feeling of disconnectedness permeating my moves. She bent her shoulders and head to the ground, pushing her ass higher. Her symmetrical, puffy, hot pink pussy poked out like a target. The candlelit room illuminated the wetness flowing from her slit. She smelled like frankincense and orchids.
I placed my head at her opening and let the sticky fibers of pre-cum collect in the folds. She moaned softly as I felt her warm juices flow over my cock. She pushed back and the tip pushed between her hot lips, the warmth making me feel dizzy. Some primal part of me took over, and I grabbed her tiny brown hips and thrust my cock in. She squeaked again in shock, but her drenched canal sucked me in every inch and accepted my thickness. I left my cock in her pussy after that first thrust, her hips wiggling as she adjusted to having me inside her. I pulled it out slightly and started fucking her properly in rhythmic thrusts. She would match me in pace and time, our bodies instantly syncing up and building towards a mutual release.
Knowing I was getting close to exploding, I reached around and began massaging her clit from behind. It too was sopping wet with her pussy brew and I rubbed it quickly as she writhed in the throes of pleasure. She reached back and grabbed my balls, kneading them in her hand, coaxing their payload free. Her hand rubbed her pussy for a moment, reached back further, and gently placed an index finger at my asshole. I groaned as she pushed it past my tight anus and fingered me smoothly. That was it: I felt my load enter my urethra on a steady course out.
With one deep thrust, I jettisoned my load into her tight pussy, the action sending her shuddering body into orgasm as well. A torrent of my goo erupted with steady force, filling her cavity as I rubbed her clit. I continued fucking her as thick white tendrils of my cum exploded out of my cock, slowing tapering off to smaller and smaller squirts. I was still rock hard, but I could sense the deflation coming and I slowed my pumps, my cock flopping out of her stretched hole a moment later. A fine glob of cum followed my cock’s exit from her pussy and hung there for a moment, before she reached out and snatched it up, bringing it up to her face. She twitched as I flicked out the last few pulses of her orgasm.
I fell back on my haunches, fully spent. Her pussy queefed once, a small thin bubble of cum rising from the hole and popping quickly. In the same motion, I snapped out of my spell. I looked around and down, taking in the scene for what felt like the first time. I was very confused, but it was apparent I’d just had sex.
I watched in confusion as the naked woman before me redressed with her back to me. She reattached her coif and bowed gently toward the altar. Saying nothing, she walked into the confessional she emerged from, closing the curtain behind her. I heard a door open and quickly close again from within.
*Was I just raped? What the hell just happened?!* I thought to myself.
“Miss, excuse me..” I said, at least thirty seconds too late.
I heard the door open again. I stood up to greet her, but a large man emerged instead. He was nearly seven feet tall and husky with a shaved head. He carried a large scythe in his hand. I stumbled backward, still in a daze.
“*GET OUT OF HERE!*” He roared at me. It echoed throughout the room as he loudly stomped toward me.
I scrambled backwards, knocking into a pew. Pain fired down my back, but the collision allowed me to pivot towards the exit. I came to and sprinted for the door, the towering footfalls right on my heels. Reaching the door, I jumped off the top step and desperately ran for my car. The large man was still close behind me, his scythe acting as a cane of sorts. He knocked it on the ground as he stumbled my way, creating a rattling sensation in the earth below us.
I opened my car door and quickly slammed it shut, triggering the auto-lock as I did. The keys jingled in my shaking hands as I shoved them toward the ignition, the large bald man appearing on the church steps. He bellowed loudly and bolted in the direction of the car just as I got it started. I jammed it into reverse as he reached me, his arms raising up the scythe to strike. The wheels spun in place as he let loose a mighty attack. Dust and particles of dirt kicked into the air with the skidding of the wheels, and I watched as the scythe came at the window. My car jerked backward just as it struck, connecting with the metal part of my door with a *ching!* and producing a quick burst of sparks. I turned the wheel in a manic fit of terror, fishtailing around and somehow aligning with the path. Baldy was still advancing on me, so I peeled away from the church, my heart in my throat.
I looked in the rear view mirror at the huge man running after me. I sped up and watched him get smaller and smaller as I escaped, hugging the curves of the long road. Once I was sure he was miles away, I slowed down and got my bearings. *Had that happened? I must be dreaming, right?* It was hard to believe all this was real.
I joined up with the highway a few miles later, still reeling from the experience. After a bit, I found a rest area and I pulled over. It was only then that I realized my cock was still hanging out of my pants, still wet with her sweet pussy juice. I touched it absently, placing it back in my pants and zipping up.
I looked off in the direction of the church, but it was fully evening now. The moonlight illuminated it slightly, ominously placed alone on that small hill. It was the first time I noticed that the moon looked red. *Oh, right. The Harvest Moon is tonight,* I thought to myself. A wolf howled in the distance in a lengthy wail and a chill passed through me.
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