*Flashback*
I stared at the thin veil that separated me from the old High Priest in the confession box, debating on whether I should continue or not. I did though. It wasn't like I wasn't here already.
"Tell me, Child." His voice sounded raspy as he was nearing seventy years.
"Um. Father, I err..." I cleared my throat "I think I'm impure Father..."
And so I narrated to him what had been bothering me for the past few days.
It was the week of spring break at my school and I was taking an afternoon nap upstairs in my room. My parents and my older stepbrother were at the chapel for a midday service. I'd begged my parents to stay home feigning sickness but I actually just wanted to stay home even for just today. My family always went for service at the chapel be it afternoon or evening. My stepbrother was lucky since he went to a college out of town so didn't have to attend church always. He only came to town to spend a couple of days with us. About 98% of the town's population were Christians and attended the only Chapel in town.
I'd heard footsteps downstairs before slipping into slumber but hadn't thought much of it. But when I woke to a big penis being pushed into my mouth, I regretted not checking. I was shocked so I stayed still, keeping my eyes shut. I felt the huge penis sliding pass my parted lips over my tongue. It had a salty taste I didn't like but I was scared to push back or even open my eyes but then I was forced to open my eyes when the person grabbed my head and pushed his penis deep into my throat. I thought I was going to die at first but realized that I wasn't even choking. I looked up and was surprised to that it was the town's gardener, Big Ben, who was supposed to be working on our garden this afternoon.
Of course it would be him. He had the keys to out shed and our back door. I tried to scream but the sound came out as a gurgle. I stared at him wide eyed thinking I could signal with my eyes for him to stop but that didn't work. I hadn't realized that my hands were tied behind my back until I tried to move them. My feet wasn't tied so I thrashed them instead. I wondered if he took that as some sort of a signal because he moved one hand from behind my head and squeezed my behind through my skirt then proceeded to pull it down along with my panties.
I tried saying something again but it came out as a groan this time. His hand cupped me down there and I gasped, my mouth full. He inserted two heavy fingers into my vagina and I cried out onto his penis which was still moving in and out my mouth. I squirmed and again I might have given the wrong impression because he grunted and said
"You like that don't you." Moving his fingers in and out of my vagina. It was uncomfortable because I'd never had anything in there. Not even my own fingers. But my body had other plans because I realized that I was thrusting my hips towards his hand and immediately stilled. I shut my eyes and said a silent prayer. But soon I felt feeling I'd never felt before in my eighteen years of living. It felt so good I was practically shaking. The feeling was akin to peeing after holding on to the pee for hours on end. I rolled up my eyes and just then I felt a salty liquid being squirted into my mouth. Had he peed too?!
I was grossed out to have pee in my mouth but he didn't pull out his penis for almost a minute and so when he did I subconsciously swallowed it while trying to swallow some air too. He untied my hands and bent his head between my legs,
"What are you doing?!" I'd asked alarmed. He pushed my buttocks apart with both hands and swiped his tongue from my vagina to my butthole. I yelped, breathing hard. Jesus Christ! What just happened?! He raised his head and tapped his hand on my butt cheek then pulled up his pants. I turned and shouted angrily at him asking him what he'd done to me. I didn't understand what went on.
"Don't tell anyone or else I'll tell your parents about that boy of yours" he told me, grinning.
