Altar Boys - Sex Stories

Altar Boys

... we happen to be in. In the dream, her husband's voice echoed like a reverberating stream of consciousness. I ran through the forest... there was a river nearby, it formed a lake farther down the stream, a waterfall ... and through it, I walked into a cave seeking shelter from the thunderstorm. There I saw a half man, half horse beast, half-witted, impetuous, as if you had startled a horse in a stable. The half torso upper part of that creature, the man half, tried to gain back control, take the reins and whip back. But as soon as he or it realized I represented no real threat to his domain, he kept on fornicating. He was insatiable and aunt Mercy could barely take him. Instead of begging him to stop, as she was initially, though theatrically and unconvincing, Mercy would egg him on. Aunt Mercy was supposed to be a nun, her parents knew she wasn't all that bright and therefore had arranged for her to live in the monastery where she would be taught how to cook and wash clothes. But aunt Mercy hated the faithful ones, she found them irrepressibly phony, hypocritical. To prove her point, she went on a fucking spree. With the exception of the gayest of the bunch, Mercy succeeded in laying her vengeance on all others: from aspiring priests to altar boys, even her own little brother. She even fucked the holiest one of them all: the priest in charge of the church, Umberto de las Cien Marías . The priest had never shown desire for a woman; instead of seducing him, Mercy treated him ...

... scornfully, appealing to his masochist nature. It didn't take long before she found his weakness: he enjoyed when Mercy assumed the role of his mother, the most dominant figure in his mind. She unleashed the stagnant energy the holy man had repressed for years, made him get in touch with his inner demonic child. His mother had been overbearingly manipulative, part of the reason he ended up as a church minister. Mercy would lull him to sleep, give him his bottle, reprimand him if necessary, put the child to bed, play the good mom and give him a taste of the bad mother to the fucker. For years, Umberto had ruled those around, he was well respected and admired by his peers. He was feared, for sure; though there was a softness to him, he had gotten to where he was in life following an inhuman discipline, being a devout man with fierce oratory, and had once been accused of improper behavior a few times. For sure, Umberto chose the prettiest girls to serve as nuns, none of them would dare look him in the eye, but unabashedly upfront and straightforward Mercy looked him right on. That's how she found out the priest had a thing for girls, not just the altar boys. Mercy wasn't out to expose him initially, but when they had a fallout later, she decided to stop covering her tracks and these all led back to the priest, Umberto. Rumors, It was a scandal unlike any other in the small town, and since then aunt Mercy's reputation as having an insatiable carnal appetite was cemented. Aunt Mercy ...