I looked up at him with wide eyes. Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed me hard and held me tight against his rock-hard body. He was so solid and strong, and it made me feel so small. My heart pounded against my chest.

He pressed his lips softly against mine, and God help me, I knew I shouldn’t, but I kissed him back.

To hell with it. I’d wanted this for so long why should I deny myself happiness. I hadn’t made any vows. Our kiss had become harder, more passionate and I could feel the wetness of years of lusting over Heath, soaking my panties.

His hands moved roughly up and down my back, each time dipping closer and closer to my ass. It was as if he wanted to just grab it and get it over with, but part of him was stopping it from happening because once he did, he would have crossed a line he couldn’t come back from.

“Oh, dear God… forgive me,” he whispered as he moved down to my neck, kissing every inch of it. I put my fingers on the top button of his shirt and popped it open. His white Clerical collar fell to the floor. He moaned, and I undid the next. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Me either,” I moaned softly.

“The second I saw you sitting in that pew… then parting your lips for the Eucharist, yeah. Kissing you has been the only thing I could think about.”

“But Heath, er Father, this is wrong. I don’t want you to….”

“Heath, please. I’m a grown man, my choices are my own,” he said as he carefully picked up his collar and set it on the chair next to the door.

We clumsily walked backward toward the living room. I tried to undo the rest of his buttons, but my fingers were shaking. I still couldn’t believe this was actually happening. My dream was finally coming true.

Heath ripped open his shirt. Each button making a little thump as it landed on the floor. He peeled off his shirt showing off his perfect body.

Heath was even more muscular than I’d imagined. I slid my fingertips over every hill and valley. He groaned the lower I moved down his abdomen, it was as though he hadn’t been touched in years. It was almost as if my fingertips were tormenting him.

“What is the last time you… ahhh….”

“Umm.”

“Oh my God! I shouldn’t have asked that.”

“It’s OK, it’s been a few years,” he admitted. “But never with someone as fucking hot as you are.”

“Can you say that?” I smiled.

“Say what?”

“Fuck.”

He moaned at hearing me say the word and pulled me tighter against him, “What does it matter, I’m going to fucking hell for what I’m about to do to you. Saying a fuck or two isn’t going to hurt.” He moved his lips close to my ear. “When was the last time you fucked?”

I swallowed hard and shook my head. He drew in a deep breath, and I could tell that my virginity excited him even more.

I twisted my fingers into his hair and kissed him. He slid his hands onto my shoulders, pulling my sweater down my arms, and letting it drop down to the floor.

I pressed my tits against his solid chest. Wondering if he could feel how erect my nipples already were for him through the fabric.

“Oh Jesus,” he said cupping my tits and pressing them together. I turned him toward the couch and pushed him back. Clearly he hadn’t expected the rough movement, but grinned when I stepped between his wide-spread legs.

I watched him as I removed my shirt and climbed down on top of him. My panties were soaked, but I didn’t care. If he noticed he didn’t say anything. I pressed myself down feeling his hardness through his black pants. It was immense, and it only made me want him more.

“I must be dreaming,” he said as he tilted his head backward, looking as though he enjoyed the feeling of my pussy on his cock even with the clothing in the way.

“Me too,” I said reaching behind my back and unhooking my bra.

“Christ,” he moaned when I removed the lacy fabric. I caressed my tits and pinched my nipples as I stared into his eyes.

“Oh Heath, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this moment,” I said. My heart felt as though it might pound right out of my chest.

His hot, wet mouth hungrily sucked on my nipple while he grabbed my other tit. I couldn’t help but press my wetness down against him again.

“This just feels so wrong… on so many levels, but at the same time, it couldn’t feel more right. I mean you were my best friend’s little sister, and now I’m a priest,” he said as he thumbed my hard nipples.

“I know.”

I grinded my panty-covered pussy against his hard length. The way he watched me made me feel ungodly sexy, and everything about this felt perfectly sinful.

“Stand up,” he ordered, and I blinked. His voice was so strong and demanding. “Stand. Up.”

I obeyed. I would do almost anything Heath asked of me right now. He hiked up my skirt and grabbed the waistband of my panties. He met my eyes for a second before yanking them down aggressively.

“Fuck me. Look at that sweet, perfect little pussy,” he said as if he was talking to himself.

He leaned forward and lapped at my wet slit, letting my skirt fall down around his head. The sight of him under my skirt was almost enough to make me come all over his face.

Heath slid his hands up my skirt and grabbed my ass while he tasted every inch of my wetness. His slick tongue swirled around my clit. I moaned as he tortured my pussy with his tongue.

“Oh, Heath,” I cried out as I grabbed the back of his head and rocked my hips, pressing my drenched pussy against his face. As swayed my hips, I couldn’t help but think how wrong what we were doing was. Here he was, a priest fucking me with his mouth with the church next door. He could beg his God for forgiveness. Surely if one of us were going to hell, it would be me.

Heath pulled his face away and looked up at me, his lips glistening with my wetness. His eyes shifted over to something on the wall.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” he said and licked his lips.

“This can’t be a sin,” I said wiggling out of my skirt. “If this were a sin, why would it feel so heavenly?”

“Mmm.” It was as if he wasn’t sure he could believe me, but that he liked how it sounded. Or perhaps he thought of me as the devil here in the flesh testing him… tempting him, and he was failing. He shook his head and looked far away.

He looked up at me again. I smiled.

“Don’t you like my tits?” I said grabbing them roughly. “And what about my pussy? Didn’t you like how it tasted?”

I kicked my leg up on the arm of the sofa and slid a finger inside myself. He looked at me, and for a split-second, Heath looked as though he could have mustered up the willpower to send me away. That he could have folded his hands together and begged for forgiveness. But the look disappeared faster than it had appeared.

He sat back down on the sofa and watched as I fingered myself. My other hand grabbing and pulling at my hard nipple.

I didn’t even consider stopping instead I was going to give him the best show I could manage. For all I knew, this would be the last time he’d be with a woman like this. Once I left, he’d probably repent, but for now, it was obvious how much he liked it.

The head of his long, thick cock was peeking out of the top of his pants begging to be touched. And I wanted him to stuff it so far inside me it hurt. I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me, maybe even more. If we were being tested, at least we were failing together.

“Surely watching me fuck myself with my fingers can’t be a sin?” I said shrugging a shoulder.

“I’ll bet it’d be OK to watch you make yourself come,” he said as he slid his hand inside his pants. I wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch himself, but I didn’t say anything. If it were against the rules, surely, he would know. I stood there before him completely naked except for my thigh-high boots. I reached down to unzip them, “No, leave them on.”

I sat down on his coffee table not caring about the wetness I’d leave behind on the table top. I opened wide putting each leg on either side of him. I pulled my folds apart so he could see me slip my finger deep inside my pink, little pussy. I flung my hair back as I stroked my throbbing clit.

“Ooh… ohhh God!” I moaned feeling my climax building. Everything about what was happening was ungodly arousing. I opened so wide I could feel my thigh muscles stretching. The look on his face was enough to drive me to the edge. “Oh fuck, Heath! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m coming! Oh God!” I cried out as I rode my fingers like never before.

I imagined they weren’t my fingers, they were Heath’s smooth fingers roughly working my clit. At the height of my orgasm, his finger slipped inside of me extending my pleasure further.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

I was breathing heavily my chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I looked at him with his cock in one hand and his wet fingers pressed against his lips, tasting me. He closed his eyes and licked them clean.

“You taste like heaven, Liv. And God help me, I have to have you. But before I can fuck you, we must be punished for our sins.”

I narrowed my eyes at him as I shook my head. What did he mean?

“Get on the coffee table… on all fours,” he said, and I turned around resting my palms on the corners of the small table. “We are far beyond the point of saying Our Father’s and Hail Mary’s to save us. We must beg for forgiveness in unconventional ways. Tell me Liv, do you want God to forgive you?”

“Uhh, yes?” I said sounding far too unsure. I didn’t care, but I was more than willing to go along with whatever was happening.

He slid off his belt, “That’s right my dear Liv, of course you do. And so do I. My sins are far greater as I had made a vow to God, and tonight I’m sure he’s seen everything I’ve done. He probably knows what I’m about to do to you. He even knows I’m too weak to walk away from your sweet little pussy without putting my cock inside.”

He folded the belt in half and smacked it hard against my ass. Prickles of pain rippled through my pussy and thighs, quickly turning into waves of pleasure. He grabbed my ass and rubbed where he’d smacked me.

“You are so beautiful. It’s not your fault that you have tempted me to do things, after all, God gave you this body. Those beautiful fucking tits. Mmm. It’s not your fault I’m having impure thoughts about what I want to do to you. I’m just a man,” he said as he grabbed my tits hard. He pinched my nipples and pulled them until I squeaked out a small whimper. My body shivered when he let go, and a jolt of agonizing pleasure rolled through my body. “No one could blame me. They have to be touched. You need to be touched.”

“Mmmm” I moaned as I moved my hips back exposing myself a bit more.

“And that pussy. So sweet and perfect… and so, so very wet. I’ll bet it’s fucking tight too. A tight little hole that needs to be stretched open with my cock.” Heath hit me with the belt again. He’d aimed a little lower, not only hitting my ass but my pussy too. He squeezed my folds together tightly and rubbed over my raw flesh before he easily slipped his finger inside me. “I was right, you’re sopping wet. And it’s for me. A priest.”

He hit me again with the belt, harder than the last time, but he quickly dipped his finger inside me again making sure the pleasure was there to make up for the pain. I bit my lip to hold in my cry for more.

He put his hands on my ass and spread me wide. His fingers traced a line along my slit all the way to my ass hole. I shivered. No one had ever touched me there before.

“Oh God,” I moaned and rolled my hips backward. I needed him badly.

Heath spanked me again, this time with his bare hand. It was so hard I knew he had left a red mark. He rubbed me until I was moaning, aching for him, and then smacked me again.

“Oh God!” I cried out at the pain, and when he slipped his fingers inside me, I rolled my hips delighted at the pleasure. I had never experienced anything like this before, and my body was reacting in curious ways. Every second was a new twinge of pleasure. It wasn’t anything like I had imagined or expected, but goddammit, sin or not I liked it. I liked it a lot.

He walked around me and stood in front of me. His pants were off, and his long, rock hard cock was pointed at my face. “Do you think he’ll forgive you?”

“I hope so,” I said staring at his beautiful cock. My whole pussy ached for him… my whole body. All those years I dreamed about him, imagining the moment he’d slip it inside me, and now, I didn’t know how much longer I could wait. “Please, Father, fuck me.”

“Is that what you want?” He tilted my chin to look up at him. “Do you really want that? Once it’s done, we can’t undo it.”

“Oh, dear God, I want nothing more than for you to fuck my tight little pussy. It’s aching for you. And only you.”

“Well, if you insist. I must do what I can to help ease what troubles you,” he said with a smirk.

For a second I wondered if he had been messing with me the whole time. But it didn’t matter. He moved behind me. His hands grabbed onto my hips, and glided his cock up and down my slit, teasing me, before I could give it any thought. It was almost as if he wanted me to beg him for it.

“Oh, Heath,” I moaned as he tormented my pussy while I covered his cock with my wetness. “Please!”

I felt the head of his cock at my opening, and I pushed myself backward tempting him to fill me. I was impatient.

“Tsk, tsk,” Heath clicked his tongue. But then I felt his cock as it slowly slid inside me.

My body jerked as his length drove deeper, thrusting as he worked to completely stuff himself inside me. I cried out as he filled me with the last inch of his hardness.

“You are so fucking tight. This perfect little pussy is mine, now and forever.” He reached forward and pinched my nipples. “Do you like this my sweet, Liv? Is this what you wanted? My cock completely inside of you.”

“You have no idea,” I said breathing heavily.

He stretched me so wide it ached, but it felt so amazing. It was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. It felt like cool, fresh air on a summer day. Or maybe like winning the lottery. Whatever it was, it felt as though this was how it should have always been.

“Does it feel all right for you?” I asked wanting to make sure he was enjoying it and not hating himself.

“Liv, this truly is heaven. Your sweet, tight pussy couldn’t be more perfect. I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now. I feel enlightened.”

I squeaked as he started to pull himself out, but then he thrust himself into me with such force I thought we’d fly off the coffee table. He was so deep inside me, it made my body tingle.

As he rocked into me, I moved my hips backward, eager for more. I felt a rush of heat, as he stretched me for the first time. It felt so amazing, and at that moment nothing existed but Heath and me. It felt like heaven.

“Oh, Heath!” I moaned already feeling my orgasm starting to rise. I didn’t know if it had been the spanking, the fucking or just the fact that it was my crush finally inside me that was turning me on so much.

Heath started pounding furiously into me as if he had to pound out every little bit of evil that was still stuck inside me. The only way to get the evil out was to fuck it out of me. Since I had tempted him and made him do things he shouldn’t, it was me that was evil. All of this was my fault. He could save my soul, but only if he could get those demons out of me.

“Fuck me harder Heath,” I begged. “You have to save me! Fuck the hell out of me!”

He was drilling into me so hard the whole table shook. I ground my hips into him and clenched around him as my orgasm crawled towards the edge.

“Oh God!” I cried out as my bliss pooled inside me. It was like a wave of ecstasy crashing against every ounce of my being. It was the first time I’d orgasmed with someone, and it was so fucking incredible. I must have been saved.

“Oh God, oh yes! Yes, yes!” he moaned as he grabbed my hips harder and released himself inside me. He pulled out and collapsed on the couch.

I got off of the coffee table, but it felt like I could still feel him inside of me. My entire body was still tingling.

He looked at my naked body, my boots still on and probably his red handprint on my ass. I didn’t know what to say or do. Heath just smiled at me.

“What?” I said looking around for my shirt.

“You really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And if it’s even possible, you’re more beautiful after having the hell fucked out of you.”

“Um, thanks?” I said smiling at him. “I think.”

“I still can’t believe it. After all this time. If your brother knew what his old best bud did to his little sister he’d probably kill me.”

I shook my head. “I doubt it. You made vows to God, and you’re wondering what my brother would think?” I said wishing I could take it back. I hadn’t wanted to make him feel bad. What we’d done wasn’t a sin. It was the opposite, but I didn’t want him to feel regret or guilt.

He laughed, “Can you stay tonight?”