Lily slips onto the kneeler and leans slightly left to get a better look. He’s up there, in his long, white robe. Father Adam, they said his name was, a close personal friend of Father Gregory’s and visiting from Rome. Lily hadn’t learned that when she practically ran him over in the Rectory, only that he was hung like a bull.

Her mother had sent her over to return the parish study binder, and Father Gregory, who had been smoking a pipe on the back porch, sent her inside to take it up to his study. As instructed, Lily left the binder square in the center of the broad oak desk. But something about the Rectory has always creeped her out. There isn’t enough light for starters. There isn’t much to look at either, and everything is far too tidy. So it was simple jitters that sent her racing back out into the corridor, and that’s when she ran into the young man in the towel, wet from a shower.

Which would have been merely an embarrassment had the towel not fallen off when they tumbled to the floor.

There he was, in his lean, rippling glory, curls matted to his forehead, and the head of his penis touching the floor. Was she hurt? Did she need help? What a fool he had been not to watch where he was going. All while Lily’s mouth stuttered and face burned, but she couldn’t look away from the pendulum hanging between his legs.

Father Adam crosses the chancel. “The Gospel of Our Lord,” he says, lifting the golden bound book. Everyone responds but Lily.

His voice is incredibly deep, and the touch of his Italian accent… Lily could listen to him read a phone book cover to cover, and she would probably be wet the entire time. As much as she tries to pay attention to the words of the New Testament, Father Adam might as well be speaking actual Italian. Is he wearing underwear beneath his robes? If she bumps into him just so after Mass, might she feel it? Would it be soft? Would it be hard?

Would it fit inside her?

Anyone caring to look at Lily would find her flushed, breathing a little too fast, sweating at the hairline. But no one is looking at her. Why would they?

Lily knows she’s not beautiful, not like other girls. Her mother constantly criticizes her for eating too much, the same woman that insists on baking cookies every weekend. ‘You don’t have to eat them, Lily. Just have one or two.’ Easy for her to say; she’s a stick. Lily inherited her father’s metabolism (and appetite). The women of the Malvagio family all have breasts the size of watermelons and butts to match. Lily is quickly catching up.

But it’s not just the weight. There’s just something a little odd about her face. Her that eyes bug out and sit too far apart are muddy hazel, and her nose turns up too much. She blames her Italian genes for the excess hair on her lip, hair that seemingly darkens by the week. Her friend Amy says she can’t see it, but Lily looks every day. She knows.

The only thing Lily is actually pleased with is the hair on her head. Rich like melted chocolate and full of large, natural curls. She made the mistake of telling her mother once, and for the crime of vanity, Lily was given a pixie cut. Girl’s with heart shaped faces should never have pixie cuts, and the other females in Lily’s high school let her know it. Approaching her sophomore year of college, Lily still isn’t happy with the length.

But none of this matters, because Father Adam will never see her as anything but a stupid girl that doesn’t watch where she’s going. A complete non-sexual entity. Heck, he hadn’t even bothered to cover his penis until Lily was back on her feet.

Shouldn’t this despair cool her off? Shouldn’t she hang her head in her shame and open her heart to the words of God? Why then, oh why can’t she stop thinking about that penis getting hard? Growing and throbbing. And why can’t she stop thinking about Father Adam pushing her over a kneeler in the Sacristy, lifting her Sunday dress, and pulling her panties aside. And then he would use his fingers to draw out her wetness, the way Lily does when she’s touching herself in bed. And then his erection would find its way into her soft opening. And he would thrust and thrust and thrust…

“Excuse me,” Lily says, standing and side stepping.

“Honey?” whispers her father as he scoots his knees to the side. “Are you okay? You’re sweating.”

“Please,” she whispers. “I have to…” And then she’s out and walking down the side aisle, past the glossy, varnished confessionals, past the people standing because they arrived too late, past the ushers with their baskets and their judgment.

The church is stifling. Air. She needs air.

Pushing through the large doors, Lily charges out into the Louisiana humidity and hurries down the stone steps. The lack of a breeze must be a punishment. It feels as though her brain has turned on a faucet, and she begins leaking from her underarms, down her back, down her butt crack, in her crotch. Her panties are soaked, though she’s not certain they weren’t already.

Her legs carry her as far from Father Adam and his deep voice as she can manage, and she finds herself passing the iron gates of the cemetery. The mausoleums and tombs sitting high on their pedestals create shadowy sanctuaries against the harsh June sunlight. Back through the rows, Lily walks quickly. The world falls away behind her as she looks for the perfect spot. She knows what she’s about. She’s known since she stood up. If she doesn’t get relief, there’s no way she can go back in there. As it is, she’s going to have to skip Communion.

She’s never been this far back before. The tombs here are old, the writing rubbing off. Many of them look like they haven’t been cared for in a very long time. After a few more rows, Lily realizes that the sun is no longer beating down upon her, though it’s still a sauna. Overhead, slate gray clouds begin to obscure the blue, and Lily can hear thunder in the distance.

A tomb appears, lower to the ground than many others, with an iron fence of its own on three sides. It’s the perfect place to sit. Above, a tree with black branches twists into the sky. Half of its limbs are dead, the other half dying, with leaves of crimson and burnt orange. This place exudes exactly the level of despair that Lily is feeling at this very moment.

She sits on the stone tomb and parts her legs, pulling her dress up and out of the way. The image of Father Adam’s dangling penis in the Rectory corridor sends a wave of pressure across her vulva. With one hand, Lily pulls aside her soaking panties, and with the other, she runs her fingers up and down her slimy slit. Oh. Oooooh. She can smell herself, all musk and animal sweat. She lifts her fingers to her nose. Disgusting. And she slips them into her mouth to taste her filthy sex. Fingers return to her wet opening to collect more, which she again must taste. She closes her eyes.

Yes. Lift your robes Adam. Show me that… that cock. Put it in my mouth. Make me suck it hard. Mm, yes. Tell me to play with my dirty little nub while I lick your cock. Mmmmm. Mmmmm.

“Fuck, you’re really going for it.”

Lily jumps, heart doubling tempo, eyes bugging. She mashes her knees together and drops her skirt.

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” says the girl leaning against the tree. It’s Estlyn Price, lighting a cigarette. She went to Lily’s high school. “I love to watch.”

Scrambling back, Lily is on her feet and against the iron fence. “What… do you just… How long have you been there?”

“Woah,” says Estlyn, pumping her palm. The cigarette hangs at the corner of her mouth. “Would you relax? I’ve got one, too. Shit, I’ve done far worse on a grave. On that grave, in particular.”

“You can’t just… just… just…!”

Estlyn takes a drag and pulls the cigarette from her mouth. She blows smoke while Lily sputters. “You were in my gym class last year. The chick with the killer jugs.”

“I don’t…” Lily hugs herself and looks down. “I gotta go.”

“To Mass?” Estlyn practically laughs. “You got so hot that you had to get up during the Gospel just to flick your bean in a graveyard, and you’re going back before you finish? No wonder you look so sullen all the time.”

“How did you know?” says Lily, her brows lowering. “About church and all?”

“You mean beside that awful dress?” says Estlyn, gesturing with her cigarette. “I followed you out. Yeah, we also go to the same church. Not surprised you didn’t notice. You’ve always got your head up your twat.”

“I don’t!”

“You do. So look, I’m sorry I interrupted or whatever. I’ll let you get back to your Father Adam fantasies.” She tosses the cigarette onto the gravestone and crushes it with her heel of her Chuck Taylor. “It’s hot as fuck out here anyway.”

Lily can feel her face burning again, and not just from the heat. “How…? For real. How did you know that? Um. About… you know. Him.”

“Baby, I know you’ve heard about me,” says Estlyn, stalking closer. “You’ve heard what people say. That I’m spooky and I know things. That I’m a witch.”

“Oh. Well. I’d never put much into that. I mean, that’s ridiculous, right? People don’t actually believe that.”

“As ridiculous as believing a god that hasn’t shown himself in over two thousand years? Yeah, well. My power isn’t shaking my finger from a million miles away and making you feel guilty about shit. When I say I’ve got magic, then I’ve got fucking magic. My master gives me all I ask for, as long as it comes with payment.”

With a delicate eye roll, Lily makes for the opening in the iron fence, but Estlyn blocks her egress. Lily can see the sweat forming at the edges of Estlyn’s short cropped blonde hair. Icy blue eyes look back at her from a narrow, symmetrical face.

“You want something,” says Estlyn, slowly. “Ask for it. And if you’re willing to pay the price, you just might get it.”

“This is stupid.”

“Stupid is not recognizing the moment when your life could change.”

Dead leaves crunching underfoot, Estlyn begins to stalk an arc around Lily. Rooted to the spot, Lily stands immobile.

“Say it,” says Estlyn, her voice breathy. “Say what you want.”

“I want him.”

Estlyn stops, planting her legs wide like a drill sergeant. Lilly can smell the tobacco on her breath.

“You want… whom?”

“Adam. I want Father Adam.” And as the dam breaks… “I want him to want me. I want him to need me. I want him to take me and make me his and do all the nasty things to me that he’s ever wanted to do. I want him to be my first… first penis.” Lily can feel the pulsing from her groin, the ache left by her verbal ejaculation.

Estlyn’s brows knit together, and she nods pensively. “You’re pretty,” she says. “But not pretty enough for Father Adam. He’s a ladies man, you know. Yeah, they do things a little differently over in Europe.”

“Oh I didn’t…,” says Lily, her volume dropping. “I didn’t know that.” She had been shouting, she now realizes.

A half-grin appears on Estlyn’s thin lips. “I can’t just take your word for it, you know.”

“I’m sorry?”

“That you’re a virgin. You want that priest to be your first, that’s what you said. My master happens to be looking for a virgin, so you’re in a uniquely favorable position. If you’re not lying about that, of course.”

Lily purses her lips for a moment. “I’m still not sure I’m buying the magic angle. But I have this weird feeling that you can help me. You can, can’t you? You can help me into Father Adam’s bed?”

“Ha! Can’t say shit about his bed, but if you want his fat cock to spread you like pig on a spit, then yeah, I can help with that. My master is especially supportive of subverting the clergy. But like I said, I have to know.”

“Know what?”

“That you’re actually a virgin,” Estlyn laughs. And in an impression of Lily, she adds, “Silly goose.” She looks Lily in the eyes, and Lily’s breath catches in her throat. “Lift your skirt. Drop your panties.”

“You want…”

“In either order,” says Estlyn. “This is going to get real personal, so you’d better just make your peace with that.” Crossing her abdomen with her arms, Estlyn lifts her tank top free, her small custard mounds jiggling. Lily watches as the girl’s long nipples harden. “We don’t have all day. Mass is going to be over soon.”

Oh. Oh my God. Oh my God.

“What are you… going to do?” says Lily, biting her thumbnail.

“Well,” says Estlyn, the word a staccato clip. “You’re going to obey my directions, and I’m going to bury my face in your cunt, and things are going to get real messy. Or you can kiss any chance of fucking Padre Italiano goodbye.” Estlyn lowers herself to her knees, her nose even with Lily’s crotch.

The purr starts at the base of Lily’s spine and travels pleasantly upward. Then her skin heats and chills all at once. Is this real? Is this happening?

Father Adam’s giant… throbbing… pecker.

Lily looks down at the girl before her, the top of that blonde head. It might as well be a boy, for all the visible. The eyes give it away, though. Can she really do what she says? Is she really a witch that can give her Father Adam?

But for all the irrationality of such a query, it’s almost impossible to ignore the tightness and tingling that radiates from Lily’s pussy. With someone so close. With a real person ready to… ready to…

She reaches under the hem of her dress, hooks the elastic of her polkadot panties with her thumbs, and pulls them down a few inches. Estlyn runs her small, soft hands over Lily’s, and then suddenly yanks the fabric to Lily’s ankles. Lily jerks but not away. As instructed, she lifts the fabric of her light blue dress.

“Spread your legs,” says Estlyn. “Wider.”

Lily lifts a sandaled foot clear of her damp underwear, and feels the moist air sweep once more against her private place. A place she’s never shown anyone, at least not on purpose. She can feel her labia beginning to petal outward, and her breath comes in shallow, rapid gasps.

“Fuck, will you breathe normally already?” says Estlyn. “You’re going to pass out. Damn girl, you’re natural as hell under here. And you wreak of sweat and sex. Fuck, I like that.” And with no further warning, Estlyn shoves her mouth against Lily’s exposed twin ridges and presses her tongue against the clit poking out from under its hood.

With a gasp, Lily’s body locks up. It takes nearly a full minute of slurping before Lily starts to come to grips with what is happening to her body. The purring along Lily’s spine triples, quadruples, and she can’t stop a chirpy gasp from escaping her throat. Her knees nearly buckle as the other girl’s wet tongue probes Lily’s valley. Estlyn reaches around with her hands and hoists Lily’s substantial buttocks, forcing her closer.

“Fuck,” says the blonde between laps and slobbering. “Fuck your pussy is hot!” Suck, slobber. “All fat and meaty.” She opens her mouth wide and sucks in a vast amount of Lily’s slabs of snatch, then her tongue presses hard against Lily’s clit, swirling and sucking and swirling. Lily feels the turbulence inside, a pressure building that she’s never felt before. “Unnng,” moans Estlyn. She lets go of Lily’s ass cheeks and frantically tugs at the button of her shorts. A quick break is all she needs to clear enough room for her hand to drop into her own shorts. “Fuck yes! Spread your legs more. More. Yes.”

Lily feels Estlyn’s face slide underneath, and what must be an impossibly long tongue slips past Lily’s vagina and across her taint. Oh God! Oh my good God! There’s a tongue wiggling against Lily’s asshole. Ssssssssssshhhhhhhhhit!

“Jesus Christ, you’re pungent,” says Estlyn, coming up for air. “You gotta clean that up before someone goes down on you.” Slurp, slurp. “Usually. I mean, I’m totally into it.”

The raw shame burns through Lily’s core. She wants to curl into a ball, to hide in a corner. To shove her filthy asshole right into Estlyn’s mouth and make her lick it clean. What? No. Yes! Lily bends her knees and reaches back to spread her ass cheeks.

“You dirty, nasty slut,” says Estlyn with a grin, driving a hand violently against her own pussy. A tongue flits over Lily’s puckered little hole, sweeping the banks left and right, Estlyn lapping like a dog. “Fuck you’re so fucking hot. I love the way you taste.” She returns to Lily’s clit, sucks for a moment, and then continues swirling with her fingertips. “I’ve thought about fucking you, you know. I’ve watched you in the locker room, tried to get any glimpse I could of your mysterious cunt under this wild bush. If I’d had any idea you were this gorgeous down here, I would have found a way to tongue fuck you sooner.” She dives back into Lily’s muff like she hasn’t eaten in weeks, practically chewing. The pinch carries its own nasty ecstasy.

One of Estlyn’s fingers slips up along Lily’s ass crack and finds itself pressing against the sphincter. Moment by moment, Lily can feel herself opening to admit the tip, and Estlyn finally seems to tire of waiting and shoves that finger in deep, wiggling it around.

Unng! Nnngggggg! The feeling is new and not new. It makes her clit throb, but also causes her insides some distress, and then her mind. Oh God. What is Estlyn going to find up there?

The charge radiating from Lily’s pussy is causing her muscles to clench, and her cheeks burn with shame as she can feel an orgasm coming. But the pressure. There’s so much pressure. Like she has to pee. Badly. That feeling would usually kill an inbound orgasm in its tracks. But something about Estlyn down there. Something about a mouth so near to Lily’s pee hole is only making the pressure more intense.

Lily moans with pleasure, but she finds herself pushing a palm against Estlyn’s forehead. She says, “We… have to stop… I’m… I’m going to pee myself.”

“My master wants this!” Estlyn practically shrieks. “It’s a Gift! He wants you to piss and squirt in my mouth!” Estlyn’s lips return to Lily’s gash, and she begins to suckle clit and labia, back and forth over Lily’s urethral opening. “Pee for me, baby. Pee on my face. Pee in my fucking whore mouth. Baptize me in your golden liquor! I’m going to cum while you pee in my mouth.” Estyln moves her nose against Lily’s clit, nuzzling hard. And without a shred of rational thought but one, Lily knows she’s going to explode.

She feels the urine flowing as the orgasm rises to climax. Waves of ecstasy flood Lily’s body as piss gushes through her tiny tube and onto Estlyn’s waiting face. The blonde lowers her head to take the stream into her hair, and it runs down her neck and down her back and breasts. Moving her face all around, Estlyn lets the hot, yellow concentrate hit her eyelids and cheeks and nose, and then she plants her mouth directly over Lily’s pee hole.

Lily grabs Estlyn by her short hair with both hands and shoves the blonde girl’s face against her cunt. And Estlyn sucks. And sucks. Lily’s orgasm surges as she cries out, and she bears down, feeling Estlyn’s tongue flutter between her lips as she swallows in big gulps. Lily can see the muscles in Estlyn’s thin neck driving Lily’s hot, nasty piss down into a thirsty stomach.

When Estlyn finally breaks Lily’s death grip, she leans back and takes the last of Lily’s hot yellow spray on her tiny tits and tummy. Her hand pumps up and down inside her shorts, and she screams, “Cumming! I’m fucking! Cumming!” The sound echoes back from the tombstones and mausoleums.

Lily rubs the last of her own orgasm away as she watches a wet spot bloom from the crotch of Estlyn’s shorts. The blue denim going navy as it fills with the blonde’s own liquid. A new need fills Lily’s chest as she watches the other girl wet herself, Estlyn’s climax evolving.

The roar that escapes Estlyn’s throat is… not human. It’s animalistic. It’s too deep. Lily’s orgasm peters out alongside her piss stream, and Estlyn arches backward from her knees, practical hitting the dirt behind her. Her hand continues to grind against her pussy, deep yellow liquid bubbling from the thigh opening of her shorts and running down her leg to join Lily’s on the gravestone. The shaking of Estlyn’s lithe body withers.

When Estlyn engages her core, lean muscle swelling just below her damp skin, she rises slowly with unnatural strength back to her knees. Lightning reflects in those blue eyes, and the sky claps with thunder.

“Did you like that,” asks Estlyn.

Trembling, Lily swallows. “Yes.”

“Yes,” says Estlyn. “Yes. You’re exactly what the master wants.” Her voice had been higher before. She’s practically a contralto now.

It’s hard to make words through the flood of relief and horror that is Lily’s mind. Looking down at the sleight figure soaked in her urine, reeling in the afterglow of her first orgasm with another person, she doesn’t even know what to say.

“So… uh, am I still a virgin?”

“Oh, right,” says Estlyn. She lifts a hand and feels up along Lily’s vaginal opening. “I mean, close enough. Do you still feel like a virgin?”

Lily bit her lip. “A little? No? I don’t know.”

“Because you’re halfway through his courtship. He’s laying his claim upon you. Now you have only to accept.”

“That wasn’t it?”

With a wicked grin, Estlyn says, “Oh sweetheart, that was for me.” She reaches over to a tote bag that Lily hadn’t seen before.

Estlyn climbs to her feet, shorts still askew, smelling musky and maybe just slightly of body odor. From the bag, she pulls a folded piece of ruled paper and what looks like a dildo. The latter is large, very large, made of glossy wood and stained crimson, nearly black. Holding up the items, Estlyn says, “Follow these instructions, and guard this with your life. This is body of my master, which he has given up for you. Temporarily.” Estlyn lowers the items delicately back into the tote bag.

Haltingly, Lily finally drops the hem of her dress and accepts the bag. She’s almost sad to hide her soaking gully from Estlyn’s wanting eyes. “Do you think this will work?”

Estlyn winks. “It worked for me.” She bends over and snatches Lily’s panties between two fingers. Placing it under her nose, she inhales deeply and then uses them to wipe her face and neck and tits. “You mind if I hang on to these? Thanks.”

As Estlyn pulls her tank top back over her head, she doesn’t say another word before heading past the iron fence. In a moment, she’s disappeared.

In the distance, the church bells toll noon. Her parents will be looking for her. Overhead, the sky opens up and dumps its own piss warm torrent on the cemetery. Lily rushes away from the tiny tomb yard, her sins washing from the stone behind her. She feels her legs rubbing together in an unpleasant, chaffing manner as she runs, but she holds the tote protectively to her chest. And she thinks of Father Adam’s giant cock filling her up.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE