THE VISITATION
Hannah had never realised until her session with Sue and Sarah, the sheer physical triumph jolting her loins. The ecstatic agony rippling through her entire body - her uncontrollable muscular spasms as she thrashed about. After recovering, she had felt fulfilled - possibly for the first time in her life, her body felt worthwhile! She finally knew what it was for and how it could give her peace of mind and bliss. But did it?
Her mind was troubled. She was conscious of her body wanting sex all the time. Her experience had unlocked the passion she felt within. The ache in her loins was a persistent reminder of her need. This wasn't right. She was guilty of the first of the seven deadly sins. Lust! She knew it! Fortunately, the Church gave her some relief, taking her mind off her dilemma. She would stroll into one of the side chapels of the Cathedral after lunch on some days, to sit in the peace and quiet, trying to rationalise her new-found feelings.
It was on one such occasion, in the gloom of the chapel, that she noticed in the second pew, an old tramp. A down and out. He looked to be asleep. He was bent forward, his head on his folded hands. Hannah wondered if he was ill - there was no movement. Oh dear! If he wasn't well, she ought to call for some assistance. She approached him, sitting beside him. His coat was ragged and dirty and his shirt badly soiled. His face heavily bearded - unkempt and unclean. It was difficult to tell his age, but he didn't look very old.
After some moments wondering what to do, she whispered in his ear. 'Are you alright, sir?'
There was no response from him. So she placed her hand on his thigh to try to attract his attention. The trousers were in the same ragged state as his coat. 'Can I help you?' she asked softly. There was still no response. It was then that she noticed his trousers were undone.
His cock was sticking out - a thick, rigid penis. Hannah was mesmerized by the shock. Her knowledge of the penis was limited to those of her husband, Jonathan and, more recently, the vicar. It certainly took her completely by surprise. She suddenly realised that this was to be her penance. This tramp had been sent from heaven, for her to work out her salvation for the sins of the past few weeks. The pale thick shaft was rising from a tousled mass of dark pubic curls. The stench of the genitals of this tramp reached her nose. It was repulsive. Stale perspiration and urine, laced with the pungent odour of his sex. She gagged at the sharpness of it. But yes! She was sure this was to be her punishment - here, in the chapel where she is used to kneel to confess her sins to the almighty. What more appropriate place to atone for them?
Her eyes never left the vision of the hard penis. It was difficult to judge the size of it, hidden as it was in a mass of pubic hair. But it looked substantial. She moved her hand across the lap and allowed her fingers to make contact with the stiff shaft. She felt it twitch at her touch. Slowly, Hannah trailed the nails of her fingers down the length of the underside, feeling the contours, studying the tracery of blue veins and the thick channel down the centre of its length, disappearing into the wrinkled sack hanging from the base of it. Although it was unclean and smelt awful, yet there was a majesty about it. A thick rod expecting homage to be paid to its potency - to be worshiped.
So it was that Hannah wrapped her fingers round this paragon of man, slowly moving it up and down, feeling the solid hardness of the shaft under the skin, watching the foreskin reveal the purple polished head before hiding it again. Still the tramp didn't speak. Didn't move. She wondered what it was like to be the proud owner of such a piece of manhood. She marveled at its majesty. Her brain was spinning out of control. It just wasn't rational!
Hannah kept this up for some minutes, concentrating on watching the solid penis. She became aware that her pants were now soaking with her own juices. Those secret, private secretions that Susanna and Sarah so much enjoyed tasting. Her bodily nectar. She knew that the time had come to pay obeisance to this perfection of manhood. It was her duty to succour it. She no longer noticed the foul smell.
Bending her head into the tramp's lap, Hannah opened her lips, placing them over the head of the stiff upright shaft. She slid it as far into her mouth as was possible, until her lips encountered the rough hair at its base. Being unused to deep throat, Hannah withdrew to the tip, to avoid the gagging on it. Her own loins were now bubbling over - she would need some satisfaction of her own. But first, she knew she had to drink the essence - the spirit of this holy tramp.
Sliding her tongue over the length of the cock, Hannah could feel the tension rising in his groin. She increased the pace, manipulating the base of the shaft with her fingers and thumb adding to the quickening movement of her lips gripping the penis. The man's loins began to squirm and jerk. A trembling in his belly with a sudden jolt was immediately followed by a jet of warm liquid - with a consistency of honey. Yes! That was it! From the nectar of the flowers of heaven. She was drinking the nectar of heaven! It was delicious. Each of the several spurts filled her cheeks with its warmth and love!
