Chapter 5: Confessional Concupiscence

Fortunately (or otherwise, depending on your point of view) Cindy's parents got home at suppertime on Saturday and JJ did not have to resist the temptation of her ripe readiness for incestuous sex. On Sunday there was a formal turnover of duties from the retiring Reverend Tyler but JJ didn't have top give the sermon.

"Remember, Reverend Gillis, the confessional is our... the Church of Redemption's special and unique ritual. Take it seriously and listen closely to everything the person says. You may be able to help in surprising ways if you're careful and protect the confidentiality of the confessor."

That had been Tyler's formal advice. Later though in the good man's study they shared a bottle of fine cognac and cigars and when the bottle was nearly empty the good Reverend Tyler was more specific.

"Remember, you're in a powerful position and people, especially women respect power. They're looking for guidance when they confess and if you're careful you can guide them in ways that will give you much pleasure. You look like a virile young man... like I was when I became a minister. The women... some of them... need help and you can help them. It's God's will, I'm sure. There are many women even in this congregation who might have been indiscreet with strangers if I hadn't been able to quench their needs long enough for them to reconcile with their husbands. And I often had the special advantage of knowing when the man was straying so it was just some of that sauce for the gander.

Reverend Tyler emptied the cognac into his and JJ's glasses before continuing. But be especially careful with schoolgirls. I recommend you restrict your activity to college girls... they're at an age when they may get carried away and get pregnant. You can teach them how to take care of themselves and you can have these pills to help." Tyler went to the desk and took out two bottles, each containing a hundred or more little pills. The white ones relax the girl and make her understand that it's the right thing to do. The larger ones are to prevent pregnancy if you are like me and don't like using a condom. Both bottles are sort of bootleg but take it from me, they work. JJ was shocked by Tyler's statements but after his own inability to control himself with his niece he wasn't sure of the strength of his self-control so he accepted the pills without a word. But, he told himself, he had no intention of taking advantage of anyone, least of all naïve, young girls.

Jim did take his role seriously but on Tuesday when he received his first request to hear a confession he was somewhat dismayed. The request came from his ex-wife's sister, Marilyn.

It was early afternoon when she came to the church. Jim was in the small room adjoining his office, really a little bedroom furnished with two chairs, a cot and an attached bathroom with toilet and shower. It had been added for Reverend Tyler twenty years ago to facilitate some special atonement he demanded of female sinners.

"I don't want to embarrass you, JJ but I was afraid to confess to Reverend Tyler. He'd have condemned me to Hell, I think." The voluptuous woman was sitting in his office across the desk from him, her obviously unhaltered jugs jiggling with every slight move she made. And Jim saw that his sister in law was unquestionably drunk. "Maybe you will too but you're young enough to understand... I hope."

"I am embarrassed; Marilyn... but I'll hear you. And don't expect any special consideration just because I'm your brother in law or at least, your ex-brother in law. My duty is first to God, then to the Master Coordinator. I must preserve the sanctity of the confessional and the spirit of confession. Do you want to do it this afternoon?"

"The shooner the better," she slurred and then unsteadily she stood up. "Shall I go to the cubicle now?"

"Go right ahead... Sister," and JJ used sister in the church sense. I need only two or three minutes to prepare." How was he going to handle this he thought as he watched her stumble to the door?

Marilyn left the office and turned left to enter the other door, the one that led into the dimly lit cubicle called 'Confessional'. She sat on the low stool and waited for the little sliding panel to be opened so she could see the pastor's eyes. Then, since he hadn't yet arrived, she opened the top three buttons of her blouse so that the mammoth swell of her oversized bosom was visible.

While Marilyn was getting ready to show him more of her tits JJ sat quietly facing her and, although the little peeping panel was still closed he was able to have a full view of the woman. Reverend Tyler had explained that they'd installed the video camera as an aid in understanding their penitents. So Jim had seen Marilyn open her blouse and if he'd had doubts before of her sincerity, now they were multiplied.

"Welcome sister. How can you be helped by God's word and by my prayers?"

"Please Reverend? I'm a shinner. I'm an adulteroush shinner." Could she carry on with her obscene plan? It was only the liquid courage that had enabled her to come this far. But she wanted him and unless his libido was satisfied he might take advantage of innocent, young Cindy... and from the way her daughter looked at him, she was ready to be taken advantage of.

"Tell me more Sister. Are you committing adultery in fact or in mind?"

"Both, Reverend. I've been with a man... with men other than my husband. And I've lushted after another man... a relative. I've wanted to be with him too. Are you going to punish me?"

"We don't punish, Sister. We find appropriate ways for you to make amends." Jim was unwillingly aroused by the sight of his busty sister in law and by hearing that she'd been unfaithful. In his masturbatory fantasies he'd pumped many a load of sperm up into her buxom body and now, as he looked at her mammarial magnificence his organ swelled with desire.

"There's one way we can both do that."

"Uh? What do you mean, sister?"

"You're the minister JJ, my Reverend Gillis. And I know you've committed the sin of looking at me with lusht. But you've committed the much greater sin of looking at my daughter in the same way. Don't be a hypocrite like Bob. He's screwing every girl in his plant and pretending to be a good Christian. I want you!"

The Reverend James Gillis was thunderstruck by his sister in law's suggestion. And by all she said. Was Bob screwing the girls in his garment factory? Had he really shown how he liked Cindy? Did Marilyn mean that she wanted to fuck him?

"But Marilyn? It's wrong. It's a sin. And... we can't?"

"Sin... shmin... God doesn't care. Look at how he rewarded King David and lots of others who not only committed adultery but worse... killed the competition. I'm coming back into your office and you're going to take me into your little back room and you're going to fuck my brains out." She couldn't believe what she was saying. Would he be offended? Would he tell her to go home?

Jim sat there paralyzed with uncertainty even as his underfucked organ swelled and hardened under the loose robe he wore. He turned and saw his sister in law stagger as she locked his office door, crossed to the adjoining room and opened the door. He followed her.

The horny but conscientious preacher closed that door too and locked it, confirming that he was already surrendering to his and her concupiscence. Then he looked toward the bed that was unusable, covered with piles of towels and spare sheets.

Watching him with lust dulled eyes; Marilyn started to remove her blouse, noting that her new minister's robe showed signs of hiding an erection. She pulled it off over her head and stood naked to the waist. Her enormous breasts jounced and jiggled with each breath, the nipples sticking out like large caliber bullets from the saucer sized areola that capped her pendulous boobs.

The man watched intently as the woman pushed down her skirt revealing the round luscious curve of her thighs and hips. A smooth, gently curving belly topped the inverted crown of the bulging "vee" between her legs. A profusion of dark curly pubic hair glistened through the transparency of bikini nylon panties that started way below her deep set navel. The skirt, once past the width of her hips and upper thighs dropped to the floor in a heap around her ankles.

Jim knew it was sinful and wrong but he didn't care. Maybe this would help him resist the temptation of the woman's daughter. He shrugged the robe from his shoulders and stood naked before his sister in law.

Marilyn gasped as she saw the minister's wrist thick penis jutting out at her. Her already moist vagina tingled in anticipation of being expanded by that impressive love muscle. She'd taken longer ones but never one as thick as this. Her breasts felt hot and swollen as though they might explode, and she wanted desperately to lie down. Right there on the carpet if necessary.

She leaned backwards a little to make this message clear to her brother in law, and as she did so, the smooth bulbous head of his erect penis bumped against her upper thigh. It grazed sideways along her leg and then skidded against her panties, right at the fullest point of her half hidden pussy.

A shudder of desire went through her, and Jim let himself be pulled over backwards, grabbing her around the waist to make their landing soft. Her back pressed into the carpet beside the bed, Marilyn enjoyed the split second of waiting before Jim's heavy body crushed down upon her. Oh, God, she thought... this was what she'd waited for! Just the sheer weight of him on her. She felt absolutely marvelous to be pinned down flat on her back, to have him big and hard over her, manipulating her, taking her! She'd wanted none of the others, not even her own husband as much as she'd desired this man ever since he first appeared as her sister's man.

Jim's hardened penis was excitingly red and stiff as it pressed against his drunken sister in law's luscious thigh, and he thought he would go crazy if he didn't enter her soon. It was nine weeks since he'd last had his hooker friend and it was as if this woman's sexy, young daughter hadn't relieved his orgasmic needs with her surprising mouth and cock-milking asshole.

The sex-starved preacher hurriedly hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her flimsy panties, pulling down on them. Marilyn lifted the full pliant moons of her lush buttocks up off the floor to assist him, and soon, she lay naked and quivering beneath him. The fabric of the carpet felt warm and prickly beneath the smooth flesh of her buttocks and down between her legs, her tender, gently throbbing pussy felt open and vulnerable, just waiting for this man's hardened cock to worm its way inside of it.

"Oh, Jim," she cooed, "oh hurry, darling, hurry!"

He was hovering over her now, on his knees, her legs between his spread thighs and his big, thick cock pointed straight out from the base of his flat stomach. Looking down at her, he thought she was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen, she looked like some goddess who was just created for sex and nothing else. Nudging his knees between her long, graceful legs, he spread Marilyn's thighs as far as he could. She was moaning a little now, and he enjoyed watching the expression of torment that twisted her lovely features. His surging penis bobbed obscenely now, anxious to get on with it, as Jim let his fingers wander down along the soft surface of his sister in law's round and trembling belly. Every touch now he guessed was sheer agony to her. He would make her wait just for a little while longer. If he was going to be a sinner he wanted to make it worthwhile. His fingers approached the curve of her lower belly, and she began to toss her head to and fro on the rug. He intertwined his fingers in the moist curly hair of her silken pussy, and then spread the small pulsating pillows of flesh apart. Looking curiously downward, he examined the delicate coral pink of Marilyn's open cunt. Her hips twisted as she squirmed, pleading for mercy as Jim's teasing middle finger inserted itself among the soft pink lips of her moist, waiting pussy.