Glory Hole Sacrament-Part 2

The campus quad shimmered under a warm spring sun when I spotted her in the student union. Mary. Same scarlet cardigan, same thick book, same impossible breasts pressed against the table edge as she read. Her legs were crossed beneath, skirt riding just high enough to show the curve of one thigh. My cock stirred the instant I recognized her..two days since the confessional, and the “salvation” she’d given me had worn off like cheap whiskey. The lust was back, sharper, hungrier.

I pulled out the chair across from her. “Mind if I join you?”

She closed the book, hands folding over it. “Not at all. Nice to see you again, Steve.” Her voice was bright, but those dark blue eyes held something deeper. “I’m Mary.”

We talked briefly. I told her the chapel had helped more than she knew. She said she was glad, that helping was her calling. Her gaze never wavered, but her nipples hardened under the cardigan when I let my eyes linger on her chest. She buttoned two more buttons,futile. The fabric stretched tighter, outlining every heavy, swaying curve. When she leaned forward her breasts settled heavily onto the closed book like warm, living pillows.

She stood to toss her wrapper. I watched her walk: stiff gait, coarse skirt fighting the lush roll of that miraculous ass, boxy sweater doing her no favors. Twenty-eight, fourth-year postulant, two years from final vows and celibacy. She admitted missing certain freedoms,dressing how she wanted, knowing men desired her. Her voice dropped. “I have desires too, Steve. I’m learning to manage them… and still give.”

Her hand brushed mine when she sat again. A jolt. Her cheeks flushed; thick, dark nubs poked insistently against the sweater. She hugged the book to her chest and stood. “See you around.”

I stayed seated, erection pinning me down, watching that ass strain the skirt as she crossed the quad.

The rest of the week she owned my thoughts. Saturday evening I walked into the chapel early. Mary was comforting an older man in the back pew. He’d been crying; she listened, face soft with compassion. Divine in the candlelight.

I took a middle pew, waited. Eventually the man left. Mary straightened literature near the holy water font. Our eyes didn’t meet, but the air crackled.

I entered the confessional. Dropped to my knees. Cock already leaking, the wet spot spreading darkly across the front of my boxers, the musky scent of my own arousal rising in the cramped, wood-scented space. The screen slid open with a soft wooden rasp.

“You’ve come to be relieved of your burden?” Her voice;low, trembling, warm breath ghosting through the lattice like incense.

“I don’t know. My thoughts are conflicted.”

“What burdens you?”

I exhaled slowly, the sound loud in the silence. “I met a woman. She helped me. Out of kindness. Now all I think about is lust for her.”

A shaky inhale on the other side. The faint rustle of fabric, the soft creak of her shifting weight. “Perhaps she… likes being desired.”

“I was taught to repay kindness with kindness. But my kindness pales next to my desire. I want her to know what I think when I look at her.”

“Tell her,” she whispered, voice already fraying at the edges. “Tell her everything. Slowly.”

The latch beneath clicked open with deliberate care. The small door swung inward, releasing a faint waft of her scent;warm skin, faint floral soap, and the unmistakable sweet musk of feminine arousal.

“She’s beautiful,” I began, fingers trembling as I drew down my zipper tooth by tooth. The metallic hiss seemed deafening. “Kind. Giving. She made me feel… accepted. And her body…” My fist closed around the hot, pulsing length of my cock, skin feverish, veins standing rigid under my palm. “Her tits fill that sweater like they’re begging to be freed. Heavy, impossibly soft, the way they shift and settle when she breathes. Nipples that darken and stiffen when she’s turned on, pressing through the knit like they want to be touched.”

Fabric whispered urgently on her side. The screen at face level slid aside with a slow scrape. Two massive, pale breasts surged through the opening..barely fitting, the soft flesh compressing against the wooden edges, pale skin flushing pink at the pressure. Wide, dark areolas puckered tight; nipples stood thick and erect, already glistening with a faint sheen of sweat or saliva from nervous licking of her own lips.

I groaned low, the sound vibrating in my chest. I lifted the right breast in both hands. the weight of it shocking, warm and yielding, skin satin-smooth and fever-hot. I brought the stiff peak to my mouth and sealed my lips around it, sucking slowly, deeply, tongue flattening against the underside before circling the tip in languid spirals.

She let out a long, shuddering moan that seemed to come from her very core. “Mmmmmmph… ohhh… yes… like that… slow…”

The taste of her skin bloomed on my tongue..clean salt, faint sweetness, the faint metallic tang of arousal. I drew harder, cheeks hollowing, letting the suction pull the nipple deeper. Her body jerked once, a soft whimper escaping. “Ahhh… God… teeth… please…”

I grazed the peak with my incisors,gentle, then firmer. She bucked forward, pressing more of her breast through the hole, the flesh quivering. “Hnnngh… harder… bite it… mmmph…”

I switched to the left breast, repeating the slow worship..long, wet pulls, tongue lashing in tight, deliberate circles, saliva coating the areola until it gleamed in the dim candlelight. Her moans grew throatier, more broken. “Fuuuck… so good… don’t stop… ohhh…”

My free hand yanked my jeans lower; cock sprang free, thick and dark with blood, the head swollen purple and slick with a steady bead of precum that dripped in a slow silver thread to the kneeler. She reached through, fingers curling around the base..cool at first, then warming instantly against my heat. She stroked once, twice,long, twisting pulls that made my hips twitch involuntarily.

“Mmmph… so thick… so heavy in my hand…” Her thumb circled the slick head, spreading the precum in slow, slippery rings. Every pass sent sparks up my spine.

The breasts withdrew with a soft, wet pop as her nipple left my mouth. Fabric shifted again. Her braid swung through like a dark silk rope. Then the searing, drenched heat of her cunt kissed the tip of my cock..swollen outer lips parting slowly, inner folds slick and molten, coating me in her arousal inch by torturous inch as she rubbed herself along my length.

The scent of her hit me fully..rich, musky, intoxicating, mingling with the faint incense of the chapel. She dragged her clit over the underside of my shaft in slow, deliberate glides, each pass making her breath hitch.

“I need this,” she moaned, voice cracking open. “Need to feel you… stretching me… filling me…”

I wrapped her braid twice around my fist, the thick plait surprisingly soft against my palm. “Then take it. Every inch. Slowly.”

We pulled apart at the same agonizing instant,her hips retreating, my cock sliding out until only the flared head remained nestled between her folds. Her inner lips clung greedily, fluttering, trying to draw me back. The wet suction was obscene; I could feel every ripple of her entrance kissing the crown.

Then we surged together.

The partition rattled. Her ass cheeks slapped my pelvis through the opening with a wet, resonant smack. She cried out..high, trembling. “Ahhh..! So deep… God… stretch me open…”

I held there, buried to the root, feeling her walls pulse and grip in slow, rhythmic waves. The heat of her was overwhelming,velvet fire, slick and tight, fluttering around every ridge and vein. She whimpered, rocking in tiny circles, grinding her clit against the base of my shaft.

“Move… please… slow… let me feel it all…”

I drew back,inch by torturous inch..until the head caught on her entrance again. Her moan was long and keening. “Mmmmmm… yesss… again…”

We slammed together once more, harder this time. Wood creaked. Her ass quivered against my hips. “Ohhh… right there… hitting it… don’t stop… hnnngh…”

I reached around the edge, fingers finding her clit,swollen, slippery, throbbing under my touch. I circled slowly, matching the languid rhythm of our thrusts. She spasmed instantly, walls clamping down. “Yes,fuck,there,circle it… just like that… ahhh…”

Her moans climbed, fractured. “Mmmph… faster… no… slower… God… I’m so close… don’t let me come yet… make it last…”

I pinched her clit gently between thumb and finger, rolled it in slow, firm circles while I ground deep, stirring inside her. Her whole body trembled, breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Ohhh… ohhh… I can feel every vein… every pulse… fuck… I’m gonna..”

She shattered.

Her orgasm crashed through her in slow, rolling waves. Inner walls convulsed in powerful, milking spasms,squeeze, release, squeeze..hot wetness flooding around my cock, dripping in thick rivulets down my balls and onto the kneeler. She bit her own forearm, muffling the raw, reverent wail..“MMMMMPH! FUCK..YES..!”..but the sound still leaked out, echoing softly off the stone walls like a profane hymn. Her ass shook against the wood, thighs quivering, clit pulsing under my fingers as aftershock after aftershock rippled through her.

I held perfectly still, letting her ride it out, feeling every flutter, every clench. When the tremors finally eased she began moving again..slow, greedy rocks, whimpering softly with each grind. “More… please… give me everything… fill me up…”

That broke me.

“Mary..fuck..I’m there…”

I drove forward one last time, burying myself as deep as the barrier allowed. My cock swelled impossibly thicker, throbbed once, twice..then erupted. Thick, scalding ropes jetted straight into her core..pulse after heavy, rhythmic pulse. She moaned through every spurt, grinding back to meet them, walls still fluttering weakly. “Yes… ohhh God… so hot… so much… give it all to me… mmmph… I can feel it splashing inside…”

We stayed locked together, breathing in ragged harmony. My cock twitched with fading aftershocks; she clenched around me in soft, lazy pulses, milking the final drops. Eventually I slipped free with a slow, wet sound. A thick, pearly trickle of our combined release slid down the inside of her thigh..slow, glistening in the faint light.

Clothes rustled. The small door latched with a quiet click. The screen slid back into place. Footsteps faded into silence.

I sat against the wall, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat, strangely calm.

When I finally left the confessional, Mary was kneeling at the side shrine, head bowed. No sign she’d seen me.

I returned to my pew. Minutes later she sat beside me,so close our thighs pressed together, warm through the fabric.

Her hand settled on my leg. Eyes forward, she whispered, “Thank you. I really needed that.”

I covered her hand with mine.

“Do unto others,” I said quietly, “as you would have them do unto you.”