The Cum Witch

With a plan put together, The Witch heads to the church. The sky is overcast, throwing a gray pallor over the town. The church sits ominously on its small hill. When she enters the through the front doors, she sees Belt Buckle sitting in one of the front pews, hair dripping wet.

Did they baptize him? Is that what cut him off from me?

Belt Buckle stands up and walks down the center aisle and out of the church. He has that familiar blank look on his face, but she detects a note of sadness underneath it.

The confessional booth sits to the left of the door. The rest of the church is deserted. Her heart pounds in her chest as she makes her way to the booth. Opening the creaky wooden door and kneeling in front of the lattice window, she can make out the silhouette of The Seminarian sitting on the other side.

"Hello, my child."

She can feel his confidence in this setting, his feelings of superiority.

That's right, you're in complete control here.

"Forgive me, Daddy, for I have sinned. It has been... well I've never been to confession before."

"Ahem, call me Father... please. That's ok, the best time to open yourself to Jesus is now. I thought you said you were already practicing back at your library?"

"Well to be clear Father, I specifically said I acknowledge that I am a sinner."

"I see. Very well, what would you like to confess today?"

"Well Father, I suppose I should start at the beginning. A couple weeks ago a man came into my library and I had him pull his pants down."

"Ok..."

"And I took his big throbbing cock into my hand. It was so warm to the touch. It was a beautiful cock really I couldn't help myself, you understand don't you Father? Anyway, I grabbed his big beautiful cock and I stroked it up and down. I stroked him until he couldn't take it anymore and he let loose a huge creamy load of cum into my coffee. And then, and this part was completely by accident Father you really have to believe me, I drank the coffee with his salty sperm in it."

"I don't know if I need quite so much detail." The sound of him shifting in his seat carries through the booth.

"...And what do you know, I loved it! Who would've thought right? I realized I wanted more. So the next time I got my morning coffee from the cafe I took the barista boy into the back of the shop..."

"Mhm, I think I can see where this is going."

"...And I sat him down in a chair and pulled his pants down. Then I put his cock in my mouth. I... well I guess you said you didn't want details--"

"No on second thought I think I really need to hear every bit so we can get God's full forgiveness for you." He says quickly.

"Well, I took his hard cock into my mouth, and I swirled my tongue up and down his shaft. I was enjoying sucking him so much that i just had to play with myself, that's not a sin though right father? Playing with yourself?"

"Um, yes, or, erm, no, well, it's frowned upon but it's not a huge deal. Anyway, what happened next?"

His arousal is building. My plan is working. If i can just get him to start touching himself while listening.

"So as I was going down on him, really taking his full length into my throat and feeling him throb inside of me, I couldn't help but finger my wet pussy. I was just so turned on. I started to taste his salty precum and it just put me over the edge and I had a huge orgasm with his dick still filling up my mouth. After that I just wanted him to cum for me so badly and I was just sucking and stroking and licking until he blew a big delicious load in my coffee. I've realized I just love a bit of cream in my coffee and I've been getting the same order every morning since."

"I see, well yes this all sounds very lustf--"

"And

then

Father, after church last Sunday, I walked outside, went to those three construction workers and..."

She pauses to better hear what sounds like a slow rhythmic stroking. She takes the opportunity to lift her skirt and start pleasuring herself, enjoying this reminiscence.

"Yes, what did you do with the construction workers?" He asks between heavy breaths.

"And I pulled all three of them into the alleyway there, got down on my knees, and sucked all three of them of at the same time."

"Yes. Yes. Tell me about it please. The Lord needs to know exactly what you're confessing." His voice quavers and the stroking sound has gotten faster.

She spreads her lips with one hand and slides two fingers from the other inside her wetness.

"I took one down my throat until I was able to lick his balls while jerking the other two with each hand. Then I alternated sucking and licking and stroking each one until they were all ready to explode." Her own voice is getting breathy. "They were so hard in my hands and so slippery with saliva all over them and I was so dirty Father. I felt so dirty sucking off these three guys in an alleyway but it felt so good to feel so dirty Father."

The Seminarian is panting in the other side of the booth now.

"Yes, it does feel so good. What happened next, tell me please."

The Witch feels around the edge of the wood lattice separating the two sides of the booth. Finding a gap she can wedge her fingertips into, she pulls. The lattice gives way and reveals The Seminarian sitting on the wooden seat, head back, eyes closed, with his robe pulled up to expose his fully erect cock. One hand is cradling his dangling balls while the other is gliding up and down his curved, veiny shaft. His chest is visibly heaving with arousal.

"Stand up and bring that dick to the window and I'll tell you." She says seductively.

His eyes snap open in surprise, but, currently lacking the blood flow to the brain to process why the window is open, he quickly stands up and moves to her. The Witch continues to weave her fingers in and out of herself as she guides the throbbing rod to her mouth, relating the climax of the story in between mouthfuls.

"One by one, they all stepped up right next to me."

She takes his swollen head into her mouth and caresses it with her tongue.

"I was sitting in the center and fingering my dripping wet pussy, and they sprayed so much hot sticky cum all over my face Father."

One more time into her mouth. Her lips slide down the veiny shaft, her tongue exploring the taut fleshy landscape.

"It was so much. I was covered. And it was so warm on my skin. And I just felt so sexy and so free."

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" The Seminarian cries out, his cock twitching in her fingers.

Fondling his balls with one hand, she pumps vigorously with the other.

"And then I came too Father. I had the biggest orgasm of my life rubbing my clit in the middle of those three men with their cum dripping down my face."

"Ohhhhh!"

Feeling him turn the peak, she opens wide with her tongue out, ready be anointed with his holy water. Rather than fire into her throat, the warm viscous fluid spools out onto her tongue. She marvels at how thick the young priest's cum is. As she continues to stroke and squeeze his throbbing red member, it repeatedly pumps out more and more salty semen. Slurping the last drop out of his twitching crown, she closes her eyes and observes the sensation of this mouthful of hot sticky sperm. The salty taste and gooey texture are almost overwhelming, but she has begun to associate them with a feeling of increasing power, safety, freedom, and intense arousal. Making a man ejaculate on her terms and claiming the result for her own was a strength she had not known before coming to this town.

"Oh, lord. Not again." The Seminarian seems to be coming out of his lustful fugue.

The Witch gulps down her warm gift. Guilt. Repentance. Repression. Facade. She can feel his immense guilt for something unknown in the past that drove him to the cloth. He has gotten very skilled at quelling his feelings of all sorts. His faith has become a bastion for sequestering all personal unpleasantness away.

You've done nothing wrong this time. I wanted your cum, and it felt good to give it to me didn't it? What's so wrong about that?

His reawakened guilt has taken him off his guard and it is easy for her to slip past and assert her influence.

Wouldn't it be much easier to embrace your human urges as sacred rather than reject them as unnatural?

Yes. Yes, you're right. I've had it all backwards. Suffering is not a virtue. Our human pleasures should be celebrated, not shunned. I want more. I need more. Please, guide me. I am not sure how to live this way.

Keep up appearances here at the church. I will alert you when the time is right.

******

Sunday morning, The Witch's alarm clock shrieks on her bedside table. She awakes quickly, adrenaline already coursing through her veins in preparation for this day. The anticipation had made sleep elusive. Her bedroom window shows a murky morning, sunshine not yet cutting through the deep fog. She gets dressed prim and proper for church, intentionally forgoing bra and panties, then heads out into the gloom.

Strangely, the coffee shop is closed this morning. The Witch cups her hands around her face and peers through the windows, no one seems to be inside. She checks the posted hours on the front door and notes that they have not changed.

The Barista must be under the weather.

She thinks uneasily.

Heading to the church, she sees the doors are already open. Again, the only seat available to her is in the front row. Walking up the aisle, she sees The Barista sitting in the pews staring straight ahead and finds, just like Belt Buckle, she cannot make mental contact.

Her mind races.

The Priest is systematically taking my thralls. Does he know about the others? Would he consider that his hold over The Bald Man, Yellow Tie, and even The Seminarian could be broken by me? Let's hope not. Everything rests on that now.

The Priest rattles off his sermon but The Witch has trouble focusing on what he's saying, instead going over her plan and now attempting to account for any variables she might have missed. He finishes speaking and brings out the bread, wine, and the golden, gem-encrusted communion chalice. Looking up from them, he gives a signal to someone in the congregation. Suddenly, she feels a hand grabbing her arm and guiding her up out of her seat into the center aisle. Another hand grips her other arm, holding her in place. Startled, she looks to either side to see who would do such a thing and her heart stops for a moment. The Bald Man on her left, Yellow Tie on her right.

Are they on my side or his? I hope to god when I give the signal they feel it.

The wine pours into the chalice smoothly. The Priest's movements are precise, deliberate. The hands holding her arms press her forward and she walks with them up to the dais.

The Priest looks her in the eyes coldly and offers up the cup of wine with both hands. "Please, partake. We insist."

Now.

The Witch closes her eyes and sends out her mental signal along with the idea of her plan, hoping deeply the three men necessary are still under her influence and willing to carry it out.

She lets out a deep sigh of relief when she feels the tight grips around her biceps release. The Bald Man and Yellow Tie step around the dais and grab The Priest, at the same time, The Seminarian comes up from behind him and puts a sash in his mouth, tying it around the back of his head to prevent him from speaking. The Priest's eyes open wide in shock before furrowing in rage, his shouts muffled by the sash.

The churchgoers start to stir in the pews, blinking and looking around, some looking up at the chancel with concern. The Witch turns around to address them, reciting the control spell. She can feel all of the different souls in the room, their confusion, surprise, The Priest's fury. The incantation sticks in her throat, struggling to take on so many at once. She closes her eyes and concentrates. Then, she hears the first one. A zipper unzips on the right hand side halfway back. She opens her eyes and sees one man looking straight into her eyes and stroking his hard cock. Then a couple more zippers. She repeats the spell with more focus. Soon the men begin to stand, forming a line in the center aisle, each one pumping a hand up and down their rigid shaft.

The women remain seated but have all slipped hands down the front of their pants.

The Witch turns back to The Priest, the anger has faded from his face. He looks almost relieved. Like he has been waiting for a moment he wouldn't have to worry anymore, wouldn't have to care. She can feel in his mind he has given in, he wants to experience the raw pleasure that he has denied himself for so long.

She directs The Bald Man and Yellow Tie to undress The Priest and lay him down on the floor in the middle of the stage. As they do so, she slips off her dress and her shoes, getting fully naked. Her nipples stand erect and her pussy drips with the anticipation of what she's about to do. Turning again to face her congregation, she lowers herself down to her knees and gently guides The Priest's throbbing cock into her warm folds. Electricity shoots up her spine as she accommodates his girth, slowly lowering down his full length. A moan escapes her lips as she ever so slightly rocks her hips and feels him reach that much deeper. Placing her hands on his thighs for leverage, she lifts herself up to his tip before taking it all the way again. Moving her hands to his chest behind her, she throws her head back and exhales deeply as she rocks her hips more, grinding on his swollen member. Sitting up now to see her flock watching her and masturbating, she bounces steadily up and down and gestures for her apostles to come to her. The Bald Man, Yellow Tie, and The Seminarian all step forward with eager cocks ready. She takes one in her mouth and strokes the other two, still riding The Priest beneath her. The smell of sex fills the church. She can feel the arousal of everyone in the room building.

*CRACK*

Lightning strikes outside the church. The Witch feels electricity build inside of her with each bounce up and down The Priest's hard scepter. Yellow Tie's cock leaks precum inside her mouth and the salty portent invigorates her. She grips his cock with both hands and strokes rapidly, causing him to fire several bursts of warm sticky cum onto her face. She moans loudly, her bucking up and down causing her gooey reward to drip down her face and onto her bare breasts. At a gesture from her, Yellow Tie dumps out the wine from the golden communion chalice and hands it to her. Holding it in both hands and grinding back and forth, she looks up at The Bald Man and The Seminarian, imploring them with her eyes. After a few moments of stroking, The Bald Man's eyebrows raise in ecstasy as he shoots a thick load right into the cup. The Witch bites her lip as she watches it slowly drip down the sides and pool in the bottom. Next, The Seminarian lets out a moan as he steps forward and aims his cock into the vessel. Five bursts of warm cum join the first load.

A choir of moans arise from the pews as the still-seated women finger themselves and each other. The men of the flock have stepped on stage and are stroking themselves while watching The Witch rapturously.

She calls out to them. "This is my body, which is for you. Please, fill my cup."

Several men step forward at once, each breathing heavily and stroking furiously. The first man begins to cum and The Witch guides the goblet to his tip, catching as much as she can. Shortly after, the other two men cry out and orgasm at the same time. Only able to catch one in the cup, she wraps her lips around the other, taking his full load into her mouth before spitting it into the chalice to join the rest.

One by one, each man from the congregation steps forward and provides his hot sticky cum. The Witch watches as the goblet fills. Each milky deposit slowly mixing with the rest. Each new cock providing a unique but equally enrapturing donation. With each new load of sperm The Witch feels her own arousal grow, jolting through her. Lightning continues to strike outside, getting closer and closer to the church. The musky smell of sex has mixed with the heady smell of all the semen. Misaimed cables hang draped across her fingers and body. She gently grinds on The Priest's erection to avoid jostling the cupful too much, they both are very near climax. Looking around at her flock, it appears there is no one left who has yet to give their sticky tithe. They all stand watching her with admiration and reverence.

There's only one thing left to do. The Witch raises the chalice to her lips, the smell inside the cup is almost but not quite overpowering. Slowly inclining her head, she sees her viscous benefaction start to slide towards her lips. The warm cum fills her mouth gradually, its salty taste and tacky texture pushing her arousal over the edge. As she gulps down the gooey contents of the goblet, she bucks and writhes on The Priest's cock, simultaneously orgasming and feeling his hot load fill up her pussy.

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

Several lightning strikes hit mere feet away from the church. The culmination of all sensations bombarding The Witch is unlike anything she's ever felt before. Pleasure zips through every part of her. She is aware of every molecule, every atom that composes her body, and each one cries out in ecstasy. Her muscles contract and flex, her body moves uncontrollably, guttural screams of euphoria erupt from her throat. At the same time, she feels the mind and soul of everyone else in the room, all spent and satisfied. All fulfilled. All relieved. All tired.

******

"When you said I was the only one who could change things, is this what you pictured?" The Witch asks The Old Woman.

The Old Woman rocks back and forth in her chair. They are sitting on her porch as the sun sets on a Sunday a few months after that climactic day.

"Well, let's just say I actually look forward to church now. Great 'sermon' today by the way." She responds with a wry smile.