Cheating does not have to be having sex with someone other than your spouse, but rather cheating your spouse out of something. My name is Leonidas. I am, I am, I think I am sixty-something years old. Shit, I am so fucking drunk. I’m sprawled out on my outdoor recliner; I just finished my eighth Corona. I am sweating it out of this old body on my monster deck, clouds overhead. It is windy and humid. I grab my ninth Corona...

After the Sunday morning church service, Julia and her boyfriend, Mark, decided to escape the prying eyes of their small town and venture into the nearby woods for some much-needed alone time. Julia, with her golden hair cascading down her back and a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, led the way, her heart pounding with anticipation. Mark followed close behind, his hand tightly clasping hers, the excitement of their secret...

Jacob drummed his fingers nervously on the steering wheel as he navigated his beat-up Honda Civic through the winding roads of the Oregon countryside. In the passenger seat, Emily stared out the window, her eyes following the gentle rolls of the hills and farmland scenery. She’d never been this far away from home before, and she wondered if she would even miss her parents. An uneasy knot twisted in Jacob's stomach as he g...

The next day after that was Sunday, and Sunday meant church. Though in this case church ended up being a little bit more than just church with the tightness of the chastity belt reminding her of the beads still stuck up her rear hole. The fullness of which was still there since her mother hadn’t bothered to take them out in the morning, and against the awkwardness of having to sit there for nearly an entire hour on end wi...

That evening I got a phone call from Gina. She wanted to go to Mass with me the following day. She hadn’t been there in nearly three years, so I was surprised. “Why do you want to do that?” “I’m not sure, I just wanted to check up on my old parish.” That church on Gun Hill Road was called Immaculate Conception. I told her to meet me outside for the 10:AM service. She arrived a few minutes after I did. For a moment we chec...

Maria stood before her son's bedroom door. She held her fist up, ready to knock. She paused, a tiny twinge of guilt crossing her mind. For the last two months, she had spent every Sunday morning draining Matthew's balls, helping him to relieve his raging eighteen-year-old's erection so that he could go to Mass with her. At first, handjobs had been enough. But for the last month, it had taken blowjobs to get him to cum. Sh...

Maria knocked loudly on her son's bedroom door. "Matthew? Wake up! You have to get up and get ready for Mass." Matthew's muffled voice came through the door. "I'm not going to Mass, Mom." Maria's eyes shot up. We'll just see about that, she thought. She wrapped her fingers around the knob, twisted, and swung open the door. Matthew was lying in bed, covered with a blanket. His eyes were open, but he said nothing. "And just...

I was in my office, preparing the sermon for next Sunday's service, when Anna appeared in the doorway. "I'm all done with the cleaning, Reverend," she said. Anna and her parents were longtime members of the church. She was twenty and attended a university within easy commuting distance, so she still lived at home. Now that it was summer, she'd volunteered to clean the church every week. I found it rare to encounter someon...

Lisa Evans looked gorgeous as she sang with the praise band in church on Sunday night. She was dressed quite modestly in just a simple skirt and blouse. It was appropriate attire for a pastor’s daughter singing in church but also very attractive to my eyes. While I had seen Lisa naked not that long ago, something about this more modest look excited me. I pushed away a fantasy about slowly removing those clothes so I could...

I almost jumped from the log where I was sitting when the girl stepped into the clearing. She was quite pretty and looked to be in her late teens, around my own age. The girl was dressed in a cropped tank top and tight denim shorts, perfect for showing off her slim, shapely figure. I did not recognize her, but that just meant the girl was not going to my high school or other places I could have met her. When she saw what...

Father Beckman begged for God's mercy when his cock went stiff and nearly burst a hole through his glorious robe. This hadn't happened to him since he was in his twenties and fucking his way through the 90s, because “Hey, it was the 90s," which explains why he could vividly imagine all of the cum-inducing positions he would destroy her in—if he weren't a priest. But at fifty-eight years of age, and as a man of the cloth,...

Dorothy always looked good in red. She liked to dress up for Sunday morning. This particular Sunday, she wore a bright red dress, about knee length, with red shoes. Dorothy and I had agreed to spend the rest of the day together. We arrived at my place. As we entered, I kissed my girlfriend passionately. I had recently begun to see a whole new side of her. Our lips met. Dorothy inserted her tongue in my mouth. She loosened...