Sofia had no time to catch her breath. Fr. Jim Boyd’s semen was splattered on her neck and exposed breasts and was dripping on the floor of the confessional at Saint Andrew. And someone had just knocked on the door. She had legitimately arrived that Saturday morning with the intention of only giving her confession and to be absolved of her many sins. But as was the case with her two priests, things escalated into the real...

1997 The hardwood of the church floor made her knees ache. The darkness of the corner outside of the sacred confessional made her soul ache. The thick cock repeatedly hitting the back of her throat made her jaw ache. But she had a task, a mission, a sacred duty. She needed to extract as much sexual energy and ejaculate as possible out of Father Boyd to keep him from sinning with other women. When his groans escalated in v...

CHAPTER 1 The Island and the Invitation The road that wraps around Le Morne’s basalt cliff looks less like pavement and more like a scar, dark against the blazing emerald of the lagoon below. The Kalinas slow their rented car to a crawl, tires crunching loose coral. All four windows are down. Warm salt air and the perfume of night-blooming jasmine wrap around them, sticky and sweet. The Kalinas had recently moved to Mauri...

Julia perched on the edge of Andrew's couch, her bare feet tucked beneath her. She had been waiting for what felt like hours, though it hadn't been more than twenty minutes since she arrived there herself. Her heart fluttered every time she glanced at the clock, anticipation bubbling in her chest. She traced the edge of her jeans shorts with her fingertips, the denim rough against her skin. Looking at the clock again. 4:4...

In the pale light of dawn, Chandni, a young maiden, crept through the narrow cobblestone streets of her village, her modest cloak drawn tight against the chill. Her chestnut hair, usually pinned and neat, hung loose and slightly tousled, framing her face, flushed with an unmistakable blend of exhaustion and lingering fervour. The faint scent of lavender clung to her skin, mingling with the traces of sweat and stale sex—a...

In the dim confessional, the air heavy with the scent of aged wood and incense, a young woman knelt behind the screen. She was slender and attractive, her long blond hair spilling down her back. Her cropped white t-shirt offered a glimpse of her midriff, and her fitted leggings accentuated her curves. At nearly eighteen, she possessed a youthful allure, an enticing mix of innocence and seduction. Her voice, soft yet confi...

Three girls and a church dare The three girls had known each other since they were primary school kids together in a small village outside Dublin. Now in their early 20’s they all worked in the offices of the only real employer in the village. They were constantly messing about and always up for a laugh in the big city on a Saturday night but they always attended the same Catholic church on Sunday morning, often with a ha...

Father Flanagan slowly woke up as the morning light crept through the bedroom window. His head hurt. He looked around. That's not my dresser, he thought. And this isn't my bed. Where am I? Turning, he saw a woman lying next to him, on her side, facing away from him. She was naked, and had long blonde hair. She looked a lot like his late wife. Then he remembered. The woman turned toward him. "Daddy!" she said. "You're awak...

Maria stood before her son's bedroom door. She held her fist up, ready to knock. She paused, a tiny twinge of guilt crossing her mind. For the last two months, she had spent every Sunday morning draining Matthew's balls, helping him to relieve his raging eighteen-year-old's erection so that he could go to Mass with her. At first, handjobs had been enough. But for the last month, it had taken blowjobs to get him to cum. Sh...

Maria knocked on her son’s bedroom door. “Matthew! It’s Sunday. Time to get ready for Mass.” Without waiting for an answer, she swung the door open. Matthew was lying on his bed, naked, sporting an enormous erection. “I’m ready for you to help me get ready, Mom!” He leered at her with an evil, lascivious grin. Maria sat on the edge of the bed, and traced one finger up and down the underside of her son’s cock. “How would y...