Hello people of P!, I'm bringing you the first part of 3 from a precious young girl's confession of her infidelities, hope you like it.
Confession of an InfidelityThe father Patrick was dismissing about half a dozen devoted parishioners from the prayer course alongside Priscila, his blonde and young assistant. Sor Priscila they called her due to her beatitude and dedication to the church. It was a beautiful parish, nestled in a tasty sector of the city. The father Patrick was proud of the glances and flattery he received from his parishioners during his two decades as pastor of that place.
Just then, two women and their husbands were congratulating him on maintaining the church and buying a new carved Christ, whose white skin, beautiful features, and golden crown of thorns would be the envy of other pastors when a black and luxurious car, a latest model BMW, parked right in front of the parking lot.
Without waiting, the priest saw appear from the black BMW a celestial creature, an angel in a two-piece outfit. She was a woman with a youthful appearance, prominent curves, a beautiful face with high cheekbones, turquoise eyes, and plump lips. Her blonde hair was gathered and her skirt reached just above her knee, but did little to conceal completely her natural curves or long legs and fleshy buttocks accentuated by the high heel of her elegant sandals.
Without being able to avoid it, he followed her with his gaze for a few meters, feeling something unexpected in his lower abdomen. With the accumulation of his willpower, he managed to divert his gaze to Priscila, his blonde assistant, who was watching him with accusatory eyes. He told her without anyone noticing that she should go back to the church. Priscila left and the priest noticed the commotion among the husbands and men on the stairs, who turned their gazes at the visitor's passage. However, the priest continued talking to the faithful, mostly women, showing himself impervious to the passage of that beautiful woman, who disappeared behind the doors of his parish.
When he finished saying goodbye, he returned to the church. Almost no one was left, except for a couple of assistants sweeping and three old men. Praying. With care and good words, he urged them to leave the church. It was already late and the church would close its doors. Even, he dismissed the two assistants telling them that he himself would finish cleaning. He observed the church in silence and felt content.
He decided to go to his quarters. There, he found Priscila chatting with the woman in a small room that was the antechamber to his bedroom. It was a small place with a door to the hallway and another to his dormitory, a small dining area, a bookshelf, another table, and three armchairs were all there was in the place. The only decorations were crosses and small religious paintings. With reserve and careful gaze, he entered the room.
Priscila was drinking a glass of brandy next to the guest.
- Father. She is Ana Beatriz Bauman, although she has asked me to call her Beatriz or Sweetie, like Bebé –explained Priscila, smiling at the woman-. She is a member of an important law firm and married for about two years.
The father Patrick was surprised that she had twenty-five years old, since he would have thought around twenty, or perhaps less if she had appeared with jeans instead of that elegant two-piece suit and silver shirt.
- Mrs. Bauman has come to confess –announced Priscila with a sparkle in her eyes.
- Yes –repeated Ana-. Sor Priscila explained that by special church dispositions the confession must be made before You and sor Priscila. I want to tell you that I agree, as long as my secrets don't leave this room.
- That's it. The recent events and unjustified accusations we've received have forced us to modify certain old protocols –the priest began a discourse on the sacrament of confession or penitence.
During the first explanations, Ana observed the fifty-year-old priest. He was a tall, sturdy man with a pleasant appearance. His belly and beard gave him the typical gringo look of Father Noah, although Father Patrick had dark brown hair with flecks of gray. The man seemed to contrast with his young assistant. She was a woman of her age, beautiful, with enormous blue eyes and red hair from northern Europe. Of course, her beauty was overshadowed by the loose-fitting clothes she wore, which hid her feminine curves.
- That's it, daughter –said the priest seriously-. But for the good of your soul, I hope you'll be sincere. Especially, I ask that you answer truthfully all the questions we'll ask. And I want you to be detailed in your confession. God is in the details, but so is the devil. I beg you to release all the weight of your conscience in this confession.
- I will –announced Ana, finishing her little cup of brandy.
- Well, Father –began the beautiful woman-. I have been and am an unfaithful woman. I have failed my husband, my commitment to him. Besides, maybe I suffer from nymphomania, I'm not sure.
- So that's it –said the priest, understanding-. Go on... How long have you been unfaithful?
- How long have I been unfaithful? –Ana's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the direct question from the priest-. I don't know.
- Come on, girl, calm down. You know very well the first time you were unfaithful. And surely, the second and third –the priest's words were harsh, his black eyes cold and authoritarian.
- Calm down, Sweetie. There's nothing to fear –consoled Sister Priscila to the BMW girl.
Ana drank from a cup of brandy that Priscila offered her and then reminisced.
- My first infidelity was a month before I got married –she confessed finally.
- Details, girl. Details –the priest demanded immediately-. I want to know if there are mitigating circumstances in your case.
- It was at a party in honor of my brother –Ana Beatriz replied-. The first man I was unfaithful to Tomás, who was then my boyfriend, was a young officer named Ramiro. He was one of the classmates of my brother's friend, who followed the tradition of men from my family in the army. Ramiro started visiting my house and quickly became friends with my father. He was a handsome and manly boy who transformed into the ideal suitor for me, according to my father.
- He will be a perfect husband for you, daughter –my father would say.
- Of course, I rejected him –Ana continued while nervously biting her plump and sensual lower lip-. I felt attracted to Ramiro, but it was impossible for me to accept my father's impositions. I was the rebel of my home. My father had subjected me to his machismo and anachronistic rule at home for many years, so when I was older and in university, I wasn't going to give in to that. Especially not when I found a man like Tomás, my current husband is an Adonis... -Ana interrupted herself and searched for something in her purse.
From her purse she took out a photo of her husband. He was a handsome and athletic type, dressed in a polo shirt. No doubt, a very attractive man. Priscila stayed looking at the photo for a good while before returning it to Sweetie.
- Tomás was my life... is my life –Ana corrected herself-. But those days I felt different, the eve of my wedding definitely set me free from the maintenance and influence of my father, his macho ways. I had found an intelligent man like Tomás, who had captivated me from head to toe.
- However –Ana Beatriz Bauman's voice faded away-, that same effervescence made me believe the world was in my hands, I felt very secure.
- Maybe that's why, at my brother's party, I was reckless with Ramiro. I no longer had to reject him because of my father, I was free to take some drinks with my chosen one. I no longer had to reject his presence because I was going to marry another man in a few weeks whom I had chosen. Flirting with Ramiro was harmless.
Why not?, I repeated that night with a few drinks in my body.
I only have a few weeks left and I'll be Tomás's wife, why not fool around with the guy for a bit?, I thought.
My father had lost the battle. I was free from his mandates and macho ways, I told myself before deciding to share the evening with my father's chosen one.
- So I started an innocent and friendly conversation with Ramiro. I liked being with that attractive man and feeling in control of myself. Our flirting, little by little, became more evident. Maybe helped by the dance and champagne.
- I was a girl playing with fire –Ana took a pause in her story. Then, with her face in her hands, the lawyer started crying, ashamed.
-Calm down, girl. Continue when you can –Priscila whispered words of encouragement, gently stroking the blonde lawyer's shoulder.
- Okay, just give me a moment –Ana replied, then paused. a sip of brandy that Priscila gave him to drink -. Later, the younger ones moved to a small chalet. I had drunk a bit more than usual, but I was still respecting Ramiro's condition as my respectable girlfriend. The boy was whispering flatteries in my ear and my rejections seemed like a playful game on my part rather than the defense of my honor as a girlfriend. At some point, Ramiro noticed that the party had ended, my brothers were not there, and only strangers remained in the salon. Then, he invited me to take a little air.
Ana paused and drank from the cup again. Her turquoise eyes were bright. She took off her two-piece dress jacket, claiming she was hot. The silver and cut blouse revealed large breasts under the silk.
The black eyes of Father Patrick observed the woman. Now he could notice how revealing Ana's elegant clothes were. Ana's curves were worthy of divine admiration, Father Patrick surprised himself thinking.
- Ramiro took me to one of the empty rooms' balconies - continued the beautiful girl from BMW -. I protested, but he was holding me well taken by the waist and I was a bit drunk, happy. Ramiro is a secure, funny, and... attractive type. We kept talking while drinking a cup of something I don't remember. Ramiro would whisper things in my ear. Words and flatteries that weren't appropriate for a young woman about to get married. But they made me feel flattered, content.
You're so beautiful. If you didn't have your wedding in a month, I'd kiss you right now Your skin is so soft. If you weren't engaged, I'd eat up that neck with kisses You have a goddess's body, Ana. Lucky for you that you're engaged or I'd lose all composure
- He was saying all this and I let him keep whispering words in my ear. I was so close that his breath produced tickles on my neck - Ana continued her confession to the priest and the blonde nun. Her gaze was lost in the past -. As I said, it was a A young girl playing with fire, but that naughty game liked me. He was all a gallant. I knew many friends desired Ramiro, but I was sure he only desired me. I loved my boyfriend, but at that moment I had forgotten him... and the rest of the world.
If you were single and desired me, do you know what I would do?, he said to me sometime.
What? I replied, very foolishly... I was being all flirtatious that I hadn't been with him since we met –Ana took a sip from her cup and handed it to Priscilla-. Then, unexpectedly, Ramiro kissed me. Surprising me in a state where I couldn't resist that kiss.
I melted into his arms and let myself be led inside the room. It was impossible for me to separate from him. I couldn't honor Tomás Matías, my boyfriend and future husband –Ana continued, her breathing was interrupted as she remembered-. His kisses and caresses took me to bed, we sat down. That was the moment when I could have escaped, but I launched a complaint. But Ramiro silenced me with a caress and a new kiss. There was no turning back.
Ana fell silent. However, Priscilla handed her another brandy cup, urging her to continue.
We fell onto the bed – Ana continued, holding the cup between her lips and tears welling up in her eyes-. Ramiro's hands explored what he had always desired, what I had promised would only be for my boyfriend. Ramiro confessed with desire his adoration while lifting my dress to see my legs and feeling his hands explore my body. He filled me with praise.
God, you're so beautiful! You have an angelic face! Your legs are so lovely! What breasts! I've desired you for so long, he whispered in my ear.
I was excited, letting him caress me –the lawyer wiped away her tears and immediately proceeded to correct her makeup with the help of a mirror-. But I didn't dare touch. I felt very warm, but at that time I was very shy and reserved. My parents had taught me that humans should share the Love like men don't like animals and a lady should be especially virtuous, even in intimacy. Only after being married did I learn to let go in bed, during sex. First with my husband, then with my lovers.
Don't stray from the story, dear - begged Father Patrick.
It's fine, father - said Ana, taking a sip of her cup. Wondering if it was the second or third brandy she had ingested-. She was excited. We were kissing stretched out on the bed, Ramiro's hands didn't stop, going from my breasts to my ass in a profane caress that ignited my lust.
- He kept flattering me with whispers, warming me - continued the brunette lawyer -. I couldn't be more excited. I didn't take long to feel Ramiro's fingers on my sex, at first I opposed resistance. It was what I had learned, as a lady and future wife of Tomás Matías.
- I asked for respect, although it wasn't what I desired - The beautiful lawyer began to breathe agitatedly -. I desired to be taken by that man. Maybe that's why I gave in to desire so easily, with two fingers of Ramiro penetrating me rhythmically. I was in heaven. It saddens me to say it now, but I started talking, asking my lover things.
- What were you asking Ramiro? - interrupted the father, immersed in the narration.
- I asked him to take me - said Ana, her turquoise eyes shining wildly -. I asked him to fuck me. To make me his own. Of course, he didn't wait any longer. My requests were all he had desired to hear that night. He took off my juvenile panty, got on top of me and penetrated me. It was clumsy, but I was so wet it didn't hurt too much, even the roughness of Ramiro made me want to feel his penis deeper in my body. It was madness, but I enjoyed every thrust. I could feel my lover's penis, his lips on my breasts and his breath on my neck conspiring for me, a well-educated lady, to act like a slut. Everything led me to say phrases that I never thought I'd say.
- Fuck me! Take me, I'm yours Give it to me harder, you bastard
- I was made a slut - said Ana suddenly -. Maybe that's what I've always been... a slut.
There was a moment of silence, as if trying to recover composure.
- There was no way to stop what happened that night –continued the sensual BMW owner, after a sigh-. When my legs were entwined around the waist of my lover, I felt Ramiro hasten his thrusts against my fiery pussy. Then, he started unloading his semen in me. His semen filled me and I had a delicious orgasm.
-Far from fleeing the room immediately when desire ended –continued Ana, after a pause-, we kissed for a bit more. My heat allowed Ramiro to take me again without much effort, giving me another orgasm while I watched him come on my stomach. After that, the heat turned into guilt, shame, and fear of losing who I really loved, my boyfriend. I left the room and Ramiro's life.
-That was my first infidelity –Ana finished-. Reviving it today, it seems like a clumsy and innocent mistake.
The conclusion of Ana didn't leave any doubts.
“Still much to tell”, thought Father Patrick.
-I think you should continue, girl –said the priest while Priscila filled the priest's cup-. I need to know more before granting forgiveness.
Ana raised her gaze with her face reddened and observed the 50-year-old priest and his blonde acolyte. She didn't want them to notice her state. Without wanting it, Ana had gotten excited remembering her first infidelity.
Confession of an InfidelityThe father Patrick was dismissing about half a dozen devoted parishioners from the prayer course alongside Priscila, his blonde and young assistant. Sor Priscila they called her due to her beatitude and dedication to the church. It was a beautiful parish, nestled in a tasty sector of the city. The father Patrick was proud of the glances and flattery he received from his parishioners during his two decades as pastor of that place.
Just then, two women and their husbands were congratulating him on maintaining the church and buying a new carved Christ, whose white skin, beautiful features, and golden crown of thorns would be the envy of other pastors when a black and luxurious car, a latest model BMW, parked right in front of the parking lot.
Without waiting, the priest saw appear from the black BMW a celestial creature, an angel in a two-piece outfit. She was a woman with a youthful appearance, prominent curves, a beautiful face with high cheekbones, turquoise eyes, and plump lips. Her blonde hair was gathered and her skirt reached just above her knee, but did little to conceal completely her natural curves or long legs and fleshy buttocks accentuated by the high heel of her elegant sandals.
Without being able to avoid it, he followed her with his gaze for a few meters, feeling something unexpected in his lower abdomen. With the accumulation of his willpower, he managed to divert his gaze to Priscila, his blonde assistant, who was watching him with accusatory eyes. He told her without anyone noticing that she should go back to the church. Priscila left and the priest noticed the commotion among the husbands and men on the stairs, who turned their gazes at the visitor's passage. However, the priest continued talking to the faithful, mostly women, showing himself impervious to the passage of that beautiful woman, who disappeared behind the doors of his parish.
When he finished saying goodbye, he returned to the church. Almost no one was left, except for a couple of assistants sweeping and three old men. Praying. With care and good words, he urged them to leave the church. It was already late and the church would close its doors. Even, he dismissed the two assistants telling them that he himself would finish cleaning. He observed the church in silence and felt content.
He decided to go to his quarters. There, he found Priscila chatting with the woman in a small room that was the antechamber to his bedroom. It was a small place with a door to the hallway and another to his dormitory, a small dining area, a bookshelf, another table, and three armchairs were all there was in the place. The only decorations were crosses and small religious paintings. With reserve and careful gaze, he entered the room.
Priscila was drinking a glass of brandy next to the guest.
- Father. She is Ana Beatriz Bauman, although she has asked me to call her Beatriz or Sweetie, like Bebé –explained Priscila, smiling at the woman-. She is a member of an important law firm and married for about two years.The father Patrick was surprised that she had twenty-five years old, since he would have thought around twenty, or perhaps less if she had appeared with jeans instead of that elegant two-piece suit and silver shirt.
- Mrs. Bauman has come to confess –announced Priscila with a sparkle in her eyes.
- Yes –repeated Ana-. Sor Priscila explained that by special church dispositions the confession must be made before You and sor Priscila. I want to tell you that I agree, as long as my secrets don't leave this room.
- That's it. The recent events and unjustified accusations we've received have forced us to modify certain old protocols –the priest began a discourse on the sacrament of confession or penitence.
During the first explanations, Ana observed the fifty-year-old priest. He was a tall, sturdy man with a pleasant appearance. His belly and beard gave him the typical gringo look of Father Noah, although Father Patrick had dark brown hair with flecks of gray. The man seemed to contrast with his young assistant. She was a woman of her age, beautiful, with enormous blue eyes and red hair from northern Europe. Of course, her beauty was overshadowed by the loose-fitting clothes she wore, which hid her feminine curves.
- That's it, daughter –said the priest seriously-. But for the good of your soul, I hope you'll be sincere. Especially, I ask that you answer truthfully all the questions we'll ask. And I want you to be detailed in your confession. God is in the details, but so is the devil. I beg you to release all the weight of your conscience in this confession.
- I will –announced Ana, finishing her little cup of brandy.
- Well, Father –began the beautiful woman-. I have been and am an unfaithful woman. I have failed my husband, my commitment to him. Besides, maybe I suffer from nymphomania, I'm not sure.
- So that's it –said the priest, understanding-. Go on... How long have you been unfaithful?
- How long have I been unfaithful? –Ana's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the direct question from the priest-. I don't know.
- Come on, girl, calm down. You know very well the first time you were unfaithful. And surely, the second and third –the priest's words were harsh, his black eyes cold and authoritarian.
- Calm down, Sweetie. There's nothing to fear –consoled Sister Priscila to the BMW girl.
Ana drank from a cup of brandy that Priscila offered her and then reminisced.
- My first infidelity was a month before I got married –she confessed finally.
- Details, girl. Details –the priest demanded immediately-. I want to know if there are mitigating circumstances in your case.
- It was at a party in honor of my brother –Ana Beatriz replied-. The first man I was unfaithful to Tomás, who was then my boyfriend, was a young officer named Ramiro. He was one of the classmates of my brother's friend, who followed the tradition of men from my family in the army. Ramiro started visiting my house and quickly became friends with my father. He was a handsome and manly boy who transformed into the ideal suitor for me, according to my father.
- He will be a perfect husband for you, daughter –my father would say.
- Of course, I rejected him –Ana continued while nervously biting her plump and sensual lower lip-. I felt attracted to Ramiro, but it was impossible for me to accept my father's impositions. I was the rebel of my home. My father had subjected me to his machismo and anachronistic rule at home for many years, so when I was older and in university, I wasn't going to give in to that. Especially not when I found a man like Tomás, my current husband is an Adonis... -Ana interrupted herself and searched for something in her purse.
From her purse she took out a photo of her husband. He was a handsome and athletic type, dressed in a polo shirt. No doubt, a very attractive man. Priscila stayed looking at the photo for a good while before returning it to Sweetie.
- Tomás was my life... is my life –Ana corrected herself-. But those days I felt different, the eve of my wedding definitely set me free from the maintenance and influence of my father, his macho ways. I had found an intelligent man like Tomás, who had captivated me from head to toe.
- However –Ana Beatriz Bauman's voice faded away-, that same effervescence made me believe the world was in my hands, I felt very secure.
- Maybe that's why, at my brother's party, I was reckless with Ramiro. I no longer had to reject him because of my father, I was free to take some drinks with my chosen one. I no longer had to reject his presence because I was going to marry another man in a few weeks whom I had chosen. Flirting with Ramiro was harmless.
Why not?, I repeated that night with a few drinks in my body.
I only have a few weeks left and I'll be Tomás's wife, why not fool around with the guy for a bit?, I thought.
My father had lost the battle. I was free from his mandates and macho ways, I told myself before deciding to share the evening with my father's chosen one.
- So I started an innocent and friendly conversation with Ramiro. I liked being with that attractive man and feeling in control of myself. Our flirting, little by little, became more evident. Maybe helped by the dance and champagne.
- I was a girl playing with fire –Ana took a pause in her story. Then, with her face in her hands, the lawyer started crying, ashamed.
-Calm down, girl. Continue when you can –Priscila whispered words of encouragement, gently stroking the blonde lawyer's shoulder.
- Okay, just give me a moment –Ana replied, then paused. a sip of brandy that Priscila gave him to drink -. Later, the younger ones moved to a small chalet. I had drunk a bit more than usual, but I was still respecting Ramiro's condition as my respectable girlfriend. The boy was whispering flatteries in my ear and my rejections seemed like a playful game on my part rather than the defense of my honor as a girlfriend. At some point, Ramiro noticed that the party had ended, my brothers were not there, and only strangers remained in the salon. Then, he invited me to take a little air.
Ana paused and drank from the cup again. Her turquoise eyes were bright. She took off her two-piece dress jacket, claiming she was hot. The silver and cut blouse revealed large breasts under the silk.
The black eyes of Father Patrick observed the woman. Now he could notice how revealing Ana's elegant clothes were. Ana's curves were worthy of divine admiration, Father Patrick surprised himself thinking.
- Ramiro took me to one of the empty rooms' balconies - continued the beautiful girl from BMW -. I protested, but he was holding me well taken by the waist and I was a bit drunk, happy. Ramiro is a secure, funny, and... attractive type. We kept talking while drinking a cup of something I don't remember. Ramiro would whisper things in my ear. Words and flatteries that weren't appropriate for a young woman about to get married. But they made me feel flattered, content.
You're so beautiful. If you didn't have your wedding in a month, I'd kiss you right now Your skin is so soft. If you weren't engaged, I'd eat up that neck with kisses You have a goddess's body, Ana. Lucky for you that you're engaged or I'd lose all composure
- He was saying all this and I let him keep whispering words in my ear. I was so close that his breath produced tickles on my neck - Ana continued her confession to the priest and the blonde nun. Her gaze was lost in the past -. As I said, it was a A young girl playing with fire, but that naughty game liked me. He was all a gallant. I knew many friends desired Ramiro, but I was sure he only desired me. I loved my boyfriend, but at that moment I had forgotten him... and the rest of the world.
If you were single and desired me, do you know what I would do?, he said to me sometime.
What? I replied, very foolishly... I was being all flirtatious that I hadn't been with him since we met –Ana took a sip from her cup and handed it to Priscilla-. Then, unexpectedly, Ramiro kissed me. Surprising me in a state where I couldn't resist that kiss.
I melted into his arms and let myself be led inside the room. It was impossible for me to separate from him. I couldn't honor Tomás Matías, my boyfriend and future husband –Ana continued, her breathing was interrupted as she remembered-. His kisses and caresses took me to bed, we sat down. That was the moment when I could have escaped, but I launched a complaint. But Ramiro silenced me with a caress and a new kiss. There was no turning back.
Ana fell silent. However, Priscilla handed her another brandy cup, urging her to continue.
We fell onto the bed – Ana continued, holding the cup between her lips and tears welling up in her eyes-. Ramiro's hands explored what he had always desired, what I had promised would only be for my boyfriend. Ramiro confessed with desire his adoration while lifting my dress to see my legs and feeling his hands explore my body. He filled me with praise.
God, you're so beautiful! You have an angelic face! Your legs are so lovely! What breasts! I've desired you for so long, he whispered in my ear.
I was excited, letting him caress me –the lawyer wiped away her tears and immediately proceeded to correct her makeup with the help of a mirror-. But I didn't dare touch. I felt very warm, but at that time I was very shy and reserved. My parents had taught me that humans should share the Love like men don't like animals and a lady should be especially virtuous, even in intimacy. Only after being married did I learn to let go in bed, during sex. First with my husband, then with my lovers.
It's fine, father - said Ana, taking a sip of her cup. Wondering if it was the second or third brandy she had ingested-. She was excited. We were kissing stretched out on the bed, Ramiro's hands didn't stop, going from my breasts to my ass in a profane caress that ignited my lust.
- He kept flattering me with whispers, warming me - continued the brunette lawyer -. I couldn't be more excited. I didn't take long to feel Ramiro's fingers on my sex, at first I opposed resistance. It was what I had learned, as a lady and future wife of Tomás Matías.
- I asked for respect, although it wasn't what I desired - The beautiful lawyer began to breathe agitatedly -. I desired to be taken by that man. Maybe that's why I gave in to desire so easily, with two fingers of Ramiro penetrating me rhythmically. I was in heaven. It saddens me to say it now, but I started talking, asking my lover things.
- What were you asking Ramiro? - interrupted the father, immersed in the narration.
- I asked him to take me - said Ana, her turquoise eyes shining wildly -. I asked him to fuck me. To make me his own. Of course, he didn't wait any longer. My requests were all he had desired to hear that night. He took off my juvenile panty, got on top of me and penetrated me. It was clumsy, but I was so wet it didn't hurt too much, even the roughness of Ramiro made me want to feel his penis deeper in my body. It was madness, but I enjoyed every thrust. I could feel my lover's penis, his lips on my breasts and his breath on my neck conspiring for me, a well-educated lady, to act like a slut. Everything led me to say phrases that I never thought I'd say.
- Fuck me! Take me, I'm yours Give it to me harder, you bastard
- I was made a slut - said Ana suddenly -. Maybe that's what I've always been... a slut.
There was a moment of silence, as if trying to recover composure.
- There was no way to stop what happened that night –continued the sensual BMW owner, after a sigh-. When my legs were entwined around the waist of my lover, I felt Ramiro hasten his thrusts against my fiery pussy. Then, he started unloading his semen in me. His semen filled me and I had a delicious orgasm.
-Far from fleeing the room immediately when desire ended –continued Ana, after a pause-, we kissed for a bit more. My heat allowed Ramiro to take me again without much effort, giving me another orgasm while I watched him come on my stomach. After that, the heat turned into guilt, shame, and fear of losing who I really loved, my boyfriend. I left the room and Ramiro's life.
-That was my first infidelity –Ana finished-. Reviving it today, it seems like a clumsy and innocent mistake.
The conclusion of Ana didn't leave any doubts.
“Still much to tell”, thought Father Patrick.
-I think you should continue, girl –said the priest while Priscila filled the priest's cup-. I need to know more before granting forgiveness.
Ana raised her gaze with her face reddened and observed the 50-year-old priest and his blonde acolyte. She didn't want them to notice her state. Without wanting it, Ana had gotten excited remembering her first infidelity.
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