CHAPTER 1

Part 1: Bad, Bad Thing.

Buffy had been blatantly making eyes at Mr. William for at least a week. She unabashedly flirted with him before and after class, and wore the most revealing clothes she could get away with. She carefully styled her hair and applied her make-up each morning with the intent of attracting attention. She was playing a very grown-up game, but she felt confident that she knew all the rules.

The problem was that Mr. William was not taking any notice. He treated her the same as before, that is, just like everybody else. He didn’t even have the good grace to blush, even slightly, when she fluttered her eyelashes prettily and thrust her breasts forward. He ignored her flirting and innuendo, as though he didn’t even hear it. This frustrated and confused Buffy Summers to the point of anger.

If pressed, she wouldn’t be able to answer what, exactly, she wanted her English teacher to do. Simply notice her? Flirt back? Try to kiss her? Something more? Well, her body definitely wanted something more. Just the thought of him made her flush with heat. She had her first sex dream ever about him, and when she woke up, she was nearly sick with lust and confusion.

Buffy put on a big act, and bragged about all her exploits to her friends, but she was actually quite inexperienced. Her first, and only, encounter with a boy had been on her 17^th birthday, rough pawing in the back seat of his father’s car that led to fumbling for zippers and a condom. Afterward, he didn’t call her again, and she had a pretty dim view of sex and men. But that didn’t decrease her natural desires, and Mr. William had been driving her to distraction since the beginning of the semester.

She couldn’t put her finger on exactly what made him so attractive. It was more than just looks, though he was quite good looking. She didn’t really notice him until the second week of the semester, when he took his glasses off and looked her directly in the eye. Those intense blue eyes were enough to make her melt, and without the glasses she got a good, unobstructed view of his face. To put it lightly, he was beautiful. High cheekbones, full lips, he didn’t look like he should be a high school English teacher. She had asked him a question, and he unconsciously stuck the tip of his tongue out through his lips as he thought of the answer. She nearly gasped.

It was the day that she had decided to give up on him and go back to wearing her normal clothes that he asked her to stay after school to discuss her latest assignment. She felt a chill of excitement race down her back and land in the pit of her stomach. The thought of spending any time alone with him was always exhilarating, even if she was giving up on him.

The minutes until the final bell rang ticked by slowly and painfully. Logically, she knew it was silly to be so excited that she was literally squirming in her chair, but he had never asked her to stay after class before. Finally, the bell rang and the rest of the class scurried out. She, however, remained sitting sedately in her chair.

“Ms. Summers? Would you like to step into my office.”

The office was a small room, almost a closet, just off the main classroom. It was crowded, but relatively neat, and he was able to fit in a couch a desk. There wasn’t room for anything else though. He rarely invited students into the office, but when he did, it was usually for serious business. Serious “shape up or you’ll fail” business. Buffy gulped, her excitement turning to dread.

He held the door open for her, and indicated that she should sit on the couch. As soon as she did, he shut the door and discretely locked it.

“So, Ms. Summers, is there anything you’d like to discuss?”

She frowned. “Um…no?”

“You haven’t had any problems lately?” He leaned on the corner of the desk casually, his arms crossed, and she noticed that the thin material of his shirt hugged his muscles. That wasn’t right. English teachers shouldn’t have arms like that.

“No.”

“Oh. I’m asking because it seems that you’ve been trying very hard to get my attention.”

Buffy froze. Oh. Oh. Was he going to yell at her? Was he going to call her mother? She had no idea how to respond, and couldn’t even if she wanted to. Instead she averted her eyes and remained silent.

“Well,” he continued, “You have it. Now what are you going to do?”

Was he being serious? Would he let her run away? Because that’s what she felt like doing. Or maybe the floor could open and swallow her. That would be acceptable too. Somehow, it never occurred to her that she would actually be called on her actions.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she finally choked out. Yay, actual words. That was a start. She knew her face was crimson. But even as she was dying with embarrassment, a part of her was reacting very strongly to the proximity of his body. She knew, knew, that if he so much as brushed against her arm, she would lose all shame and beg for him.

“I think you do…Buffy.” The tone of his voice dropped on her name, and he said at like a caress. Her mouth was suddenly dry. How could he make her name sound so…erotic?

She shook her head in response.

“The short skirts, the tight blouses.” He leaned over and brushed a stray hair off of her face. “The extra attention to every detail.”

He touched me! He touched me! He touched me! Her mind was on red alert. He could have said anything, it didn’t matter, because he touched her. She had expected his finger to be soft, but it was surprisingly rough.

“I just wanted to look nice.” Jesus, was that her voice? It didn’t sound like her voice. It was far too breathy, like she had just ran a up a flight of stairs. She swallowed hard in an effort to wet her throat.

“For me?” 

The question resonated through her body. It was so intimate, his voice carrying an air of intimacy, the words somehow dark. Could she have denied him? No, not when he talked like that, and trained his piercing blue eyes on her. When had he removed his glasses?

She nodded mutely.

“Why Buffy? Did you want me to do this?” He caressed her cheek with a single finger. Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart pounded in her ears. “This?” He followed the line of her jaw. Before she knew it, he was leaning over her. “This?”

The kiss was feather light and fleeting. He had barely made contact, but it burned. It burned all over her. Her body erupted in response, and it was all she could to keep from grabbing him and pulling him on top of her. Instead, she nodded again.

He backed away, and resumed his place against the desk. He looked calm and collected. She knew she must look a mess. Her face red, her eyes over bright, her chest moving quickly with each panting breath. It was obvious what effect he had on her, but he didn’t seem in the least moved.

“You’re playing with fire Ms. Summers. You can either walk out the door now, and we’ll never mention it again. It’ll never be an issue between us. Or…”

Oh, this is wrong, Buffy thought frantically. I should walk out right now. I should walk out and change English classes. I shouldn’t have started this. He shouldn’t have continued this. Fuck, fuck, fuck.  

“Or?” She asked.

“Or you see it through to the end.”

Was he bluffing? Should she call him on it? Either way, she wasn’t moving like she should have been, and he was inching toward her. Before she knew it, he was sitting beside her and pulling her onto his lap. She didn’t resist.

The first thing he did was kiss her, and she knew it was over. Any resistance, any doubts, and questions, they were gone. All she wanted to do was fill his warm, soft lips on hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she opened to him readily. The kiss had started tentatively, but soon had evolved into something passionate and even aggressive. He cupped one of her breasts, and she moved against him, arching her back. He rubbed her already hard nipple through the thin material of her baby-doll t-shirt, and she moaned in response. “Mr…” She stopped herself, horribly embarrassed and unsure.

Without missing a beat, he smiled against her lips. “Spike.”

That’s his first name? Oh my god, oh my god. What is he doing? Oh…god.

Spike’s hand had slipped beneath her shirt and caressed her stomach lightly. His fingers moved in ever widening circles, until they were dancing over bra—and then under her bra. Chills raced up and down her sensitive flesh, and she kept gasping and moaning with every small move he made.

Buffy shifted on his lap and felt the hard proof of his excitement pressed against her leg. Somehow, that forced the reality of her situation home. She was sitting on her English teacher’s lap as he rounded second base, and she just didn’t care. Not even a little.

She squirmed against him and felt his cock jump in response. In a rather bold move, she reached between them and unzipped his fly. He groaned in response, and that gave her more courage. She pulled him through the whole in his boxers, until he was completely free.

Her eyes widened at the sight of his very large, hard cock. Would that even fit in her? Spike pulled the shirt over her head, and pushed her skirt up around her hips. She didn’t protest when he hastily ripped her cotton panties away, didn’t even notice or care.

She expected him to pull her on top of him immediately, but he wasn’t in any hurry. He slowly slipped a finger between her lips, and caressed her clit with strong circular motions. Buffy hastily covered her mouth to escape the scream. God, that felt so good. Stars were bursting in front of her eyes as the first orgasm quickly overtook her. She was completely awed that he was able to make her cum so quickly. He barely needed to touch her, and bolts of electricity shot through her groin and warmed her body.

“Like that, baby?”

She nodded frantically and moaned in protest when he stopped.

“So wet for me, luv. Oh, yes,” he gasped as he slid first one, and then a second finger into her aching cunt. The first thing he did was brush against her g-spot, and she thought she would explode.

The French call this the little death, she thought dazedly. She could easily die from this. He would just keep rubbing her like that until there was nothing left of her.

“Oh, Buffy, want to be inside of you now.”

“Yes, yes, yes, please,” she panted, quickly losing the ability to think coherently, much less speak.

“Put your leg there, baby…yeah like that.”

Buffy straddled Spike, and he pulled her down slowly until she surrounded him. They both remained completely still, eyes wide and locked. Pain mingled with pleasure as he stretched and filled her completely. She had no idea, no idea at all. How could she have even been prepared for this? She didn’t even notice anything was missing until he was deep inside of her, touching her very core, touching spots she didn’t even know existed.

He began to rock her gently, and the friction was absolutely exquisite. He delicately fingered her clit as the tempo picked up, and Buffy lost her mind. All she could do was throw her head back and let wave after wave of pleasure rock her body. Words were lost to her. Everything was gone, except his dick and his finger.

Time became elastic. Stretched, slowed down, stopped. She knew they would be doing this forever. Buffy needed him to thrust into her, to never stop. Even as her world exploded in colors she didn’t know existed, she greedily begged for more.

“Buffy, I’m going to cum.” The shaky confession was enough to send her over the edge again, and that in turn sent him shuddering inside of her, panting and moaning her name until he was completely spent.

She collapsed on him, her head buried in his neck. She distantly noted that he smelled really, really good. He wrapped his arms around her, and she was taken with the sudden fear that he would kick her out. Make her leave, make her feel like a whore, ignore her and act like this had never happened. The thought scared her more than anything, and she knew that if he did that, she would lose all her pride.

She tensed, waiting for the damaging blow, but it never came. He held her and stroked her hair silently until she was completely relaxed, even sleepy.

“You should be getting home,” he finally said softly.

Buffy nodded, but she didn’t want to move.

“I’ll give you a ride home,” he offered. “Ok?”

“Ok.”

Buffy finally forced herself to get up, and very carefully pulled her shirt back on and adjusted her skirt. He tucked himself back in and straightened his own clothes. She gathered her things and he ushered to his car. They rode in silence to Buffy’s house, only speaking to ask or give directions.

Spike stopped in front of her house and they both sat in silence for several moments.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Buffy finally said.

“Yeah.”

She was already longing for his mouth on hers again, and fearing his rejection. He leaned towards her and gently kissed her cheek. He whispered in her ear, and she nodded and blushed.

When he pulled away from her house, they were both smiling.

Part 2

“So, Buffy, what are you guys going to do for your anniversary?” Willow eagerly asked between bites of her hamburger.

Buffy shrugged. “You know Angel, likes to surprise me.”

“Didn’t he take you to Hawaii last year?” Anya asked.

“No, last year it was the Swiss Alps.”

Willow sighed and dejectedly stabbed a french fry with her fork. “It must be great being married to someone who can show you the world.”

“It’s a riot,” Buffy said dryly. She didn’t feel like trying to explain to her friends that being married to Angel was not that wonderful. They were only interested in the trips to exotic places, and the new wardrobe every season, and the beautiful jewels he gave out like candy. They wouldn’t understand her discontent when she had all they ever wanted, and she didn’t have the energy to discuss it with them.

Buffy idly glanced around the café while Anya and Willow chattered on about what Buffy should pack, the latest gossip, and how horribly difficult it was to keep their children under control. Buffy mostly ignored them, unbelievably bored.

It was while they were gossiping about that awful Chase woman that Buffy noticed him. He was sitting two tables away, the Wall Street Journal lay out before him. He was only pretending to read it though; his eyes were trained on her. She quickly looked away, disquieted by his unabashed stare. 

Despite herself, her eyes kept flickering in his direction. Blonde hair, slicked back. Smoldering, blue eyes, strong cheekbones, and full lips. Everything about him was intense, and his eyes never left her.

“We should be leaving now,” Willow announced, pulling Buffy’s attention away from the stranger.

“What? Why?”

She indicated their empty plates. “We have other errands to run…”

“Shopping for shoes is not an errand. We have plenty of time. I’d like some dessert.”

“Oh, this place that has cake that’s just to die for!” Anya exclaimed. “It’s better than sex.”

The other women laughed at Anya’s comment, and Willow announced that she wouldn’t mind a piece of cake. Buffy flagged down the waiter and ordered 3 chocolate cakes. All the time her attention was on the good looking man who was still studying her every move.

The cake came relatively quickly, the younger waiter eager to please. He knew their type—if he worked as quickly as possible, they would tip handsomely. Buffy smiled sweetly at him, and made it a point to look at the man while she did.

She ate the sweet chocolate cake slowly, savoring each decadent bite. She put a show on for her admirer, licking frosting off of her fingers, drawing attention to her mouth as often as possible, wrapping her red lips around the spoon and pulling it out slowly. In response, the man lifted his eyebrow, and even from that distance Buffy could see his blue eyes twinkling.

Buffy should have felt foolish, going on like that, but she didn’t. Watching him watch her made her very hot, and she could already feel the heat in her groin. He seemed more than just a little interested in her, and that turned her on even more. 

It wouldn’t have gone beyond mild flirting and lewd gestures with the spoon if he hadn’t had winked. Buffy was convinced of that. Until he winked, he was interesting and sexy, but only mildly so. But the wink…the wink changed everything. It hit her in the gut and made her eyes widened. He smirked in response, and her cheeks flushed.

“I have to go to the restroom,” Buffy excused herself with a tight smile. Her companions nodded without even looking at her, focused on their conversation and desserts.

She walked slowly to the restroom. Single stall. She locked the door without thinking, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was horrified by what she saw. Her eyes were far too bright, her face far too red. How could some man cause her to react that way just by looking at her? Her thighs were wet with her desire, her panties already soaked through. Just by looking at her.

Buffy splashed some cold water on her face and took several deep breaths to calm herself. She couldn’t go out there looking like some sort of bitch in heat. There was a soft knock on the door. She didn’t have to ask who was there. She knew. With a shaky hand, she unlocked the door.

The stranger threw it open, and then slammed it shut behind him. She didn’t move, too shocked to say or do anything. Too excited to try to run. He pushed her back against the door, and plundered her mouth. She responded passionately, and wrapped her arms around legs around him.

This wasn’t something that Buffy did. She had never been unfaithful to her husband. She had never even kissed another man in her life, but somehow, none of that mattered. There wasn’t anything in the world except his man’s lips and tongue, his hands roaming over her body, his cock pressing against her.

She thought about asking his name, but decided she didn’t want to know. It was more exciting to just let him take her and then walk away. And she would let him take her. Already she was wiggling against him for friction, squirming to get out of her restricting clothes.

He leaned forward and bit her nipple through her shirt, and she gasped in pleasure. Her hands fumbled to unzip his pants and push her own panties out of the way, but she couldn’t concentrate—his mouth was far too distracting. He bit her other nipple, then nibbled her neck, her ear, licked her jaw, and finally returned to her mouth.

It took both of them with hurried, yet clumsy attempts to remove the cloth barriers between them. Small, pleading whimpers escaping her throat turned to satisfied moans of pleasure as he finally entered her wet pussy.

He pounded her into the wall, and all she could do was hold onto him, tightly wrapped around his body. Murmured, impassioned words fell from his lips. “So beautiful, so beautiful, feel so good luv, you feel so good. Oh yes.”

He’s British. God, what a voice. Any coherent thought was brief and fleeting though as he increased the tempo. Her bones and teeth rattled from the force, but all she could do was plead for more. Faster, harder, he hit the center of her over and over and over until she was spiraling out of control. He placed one hand over her mouth to cover her screams, as he braced her against the wall.

She screamed into his palm, unable to stop the sounds tearing through her throat and mind-numbing pleasure ripped through her body. The first orgasm built and built until her toes curled and her nails were digging into his back. As her muscles contracted and the orgasm finally overtook her, her grip loosened and she collapsed against him. He staggered slightly under her weight, but he didn’t stop or slow his rhythm at all.

“Come again for me, luv,” he encouraged. “Do it again.”

His voice, his cock, the entire situation, the knowledge that her friends were only feet away…everything sent another sharp shock through her and her muscles tightened around him.

“That’s it,” he panted. “That’s my girl.”

“Not your…” She couldn’t finish the sentence though, because he applied pressure to her clit, and suddenly words weren’t important. She could not believe that anything could feel this good, and she closed her eyes and reveled in the cascade of bliss that poured down her body.

She was coming down from her third orgasm when he finally shot his load and shuddered against her. She could feel his legs shake, and he sat her down and held her until she was steady herself. With shaking hands, she straightened her clothes.

There could have been words, and there were words that should have passed between them, but neither spoke. He tucked himself back into his pants, and took a few moments to smooth his hair. She stepped back from the door to allow him to step out. He placed his hand on the knob, then paused and turned.

“Ta, love. It was fun.”

Buffy didn’t have time to respond before he was gone. “Yeah,” she agreed softly, “It was.”

Part 3--The Stairwell.

Spike could hear her downstairs. With her boyfriend. Banging on the wall. On the floor. On the ceiling even. How did they do even do that? He didn’t even care, he just wanted it to stop. It was impossible to write with the constant thump, thump, thump. Wasn’t the bitch every satisfied?

It was the screaming that did him in. He was not a patient man by nature, and he had his limits. Thump, scream, thump, scream, thump, thump, thump, screeeeaaaam. Spike sorted through the closet until he found what he was looking for—a broom. For every thump they made, he made two. Soon, they caught on and were banging on the ceiling in response.

“Knock if off,” Spike roared.

“Bite me!” Came the muffled reply.

Spike picked up the phone and punched in his neighbor’s number. After three rings she picked up the phone.

“Will you please, for the love of God, and your own body, stop making noise.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“No, but I will. Now stop it!” Spike slammed the phone down hard, with a degree of satisfaction. Said satisfaction was quickly dashed when the phone rang almost instantly.

“Fuck you,” she said as greeting. “You can’t talk to me like that.”

“Suck my dick, bitch.” He slammed the phone again. It rang again.

“Say that to my face.”

“Fine!”

He tore the door open and stormed down the stairs. The last thing he expected was to see her little body raging his direction. He couldn’t help but smirk. This could get interesting. She was a hot little number, and she was showing a lot of skin. Her little robe she obviously pulled on in the heat of the moment did not leave much to the imagination. She had nice legs.

She crossed her arms across her chest when she saw him and shot a hard glare his way. They were both standing on the stairs, just two flights separating them. Her cheeks with flushed, but with the residue of passion or fresh anger, Spike couldn’t tell.

“Just who the hell do you think you are?”

“The guy trying to sleep! Fuck, do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I do! It’s not that late, Jesus. Buy some earplugs.”

“I shouldn’t have to buy earplugs, you little bint. You should try being considerate for once in your life.”

“You are totally over-reacting. It’s not gonna kill you to lose a little bit of sleep once in awhile.”

“A little bit of sleep? You guys go at like fucking rabbits every single night.”

She sniffed, “I have a healthy sex life. What? Are you jealous?”

“Of you? Not bloody likely.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “You couldn’t keep up.”

“Please, little girl, you aren’t all that.”

Angrily she took a step forward and now only a single flight separated them. From Spike’s vantage point, he got an excellent view of her breasts. He wondered if they were as soft as they looked.

“You couldn’t even touch me,” she challenged.

“Is that a fact?” Spike’s nostrils flared and he moved forward. Now nothing stood between them, except flimsy cloth.

Spike knew that he should walk away. He knew he should go back up to his room and blast music until she had been fucked into silence. He knew that nothing good could from grabbing the back of her neck. Knew he would regret tilting her head up. Knew that if he kissed her, things could get really, really ugly. But none of that stopped him.

Their kiss was as hard and angry as their words. She clutched Spike’s hair and kissed him hard, trying to force him to back down. He did not. With one hand, he grasped the back of her neck, the other arm wrapped around her waist. They tried to punish each other with the contact, increasing the pressure until Spike realized hazily that bruises were probably going to form by morning.

His hand snuck down and gently caressed her ass, a marked contrast to the brutal force of his mouth against her. It was high and firm, and nice rounded. He cupped and kneaded it until she moaned and writhed against him. He pulled her short robe up, and was delighted to feel her bare skin. The little harlot had come out to fight him in nothing but a haphazardly tied silk robe.

Spike liked it.

His fingers moved lower, between her legs, into the warm, wet skin. She was so hot and excited, her clit pulsed against his finger. She gasped and moaned, and a bit of her anger melted away. B that point, Spike couldn’t even remember why he was angry. Something about noise? Whatever, that didn’t matter. All that mattered was her hot, tight little body.

He tried to drag her up the stairs to his apartment, but they stumbled and got distracted by each other. Spike spun her and pushed her against the railing. It creaked beneath their weight, but neither one of them noticed.

Lost in the moment, Spike only had one thought. He wanted to taste her, in her most intimate of places. He wanted to lick her and devour her until she screamed. Without warning, he kneeled before her, lifted her robe, and buried his face between her legs. He licked her fiercely, and her fingers curled tightly in his hair as he tongue lifted her higher and higher.

Each stroke was precise. He spread her lips open and covered every inch of her.  He teased and caressed her clitoris until she squirmed and begged for more, then he backed off and let her cool down, before diving in again. He kept this pattern up until she bucked against his face, pleading and begging with him not to stop, threatening him if he did.

Tremors and shocks swept through her, and Spike face was drenched with her juices. He stopped and looked up at her with sexy blue eyes, casually wiping his face. She stared back at him, awed and dazed. They stared at each for several seconds, as their brains tried to sort what just happened and make logical sense of it.

Buffy pulled him to his feet, and he waited for her to slap him, or push him away. He really wouldn’t be surprised if she did, though he would be very disappointed. He was so hard; he needed to be inside her. Licking her and touching her made him feel like he could come in his pants.

She didn’t hit him or push him away—she shoved him against the wall and unzipped his pants. She pulled his cock out and caressed the wet, wet with pre-cum. She massaged him until he was gasping, and then with an evil glint in her eye, she let go and stepped back.

Panting, Spike pushed her down onto the steps. She laid back and spread her legs, and he kneeled between her legs. Buffy was uncomfortable with the sharp edge of the stairs shoving into her back, but she completely forgot about any discomfort when he finally pushed into her aching body.

There was no control, restrain, or finesse with his rhythm. He thrust into her wildly, only worried about ending his own torture. She was equally unconcerned with any sort of control, and she let everything completely go. Finally, when she was screaming, it didn’t piss Spike off. It just increased his pleasure, and he was determined to make her scream louder.

With the screams echoing in his ears and her pussy tightening around him, he came hard and fast. He rubbed her clit until she bucked and he felt her orgasm shake her body.

Spike left her on the stairwell, not even bothering to put do up his pants. He didn’t look back either, but he heard her stand up, retie her robe, and move down the stairs. She slammed the door so loudly it echoed down the hall. Spike smiled and slammed his own door.

That night, there was no more noise coming from her room. But when it happened again a week later, Spike didn’t mind. Instead, he relaxed and enjoyed his memories.

Part 4--Father William.

A/N--If you are Catholic, or easily offended, or both, maybe you should proceed with caution.

Buffy was not interested in Confession. At all. She wasn’t interested in church either. Most Sundays, you could find her still in bed, recovering from a night of drinking, dancing, smoking, and more often than not, fucking. But, she heard that the new priest was very hot, and even if she couldn’t touch, she was very interested in looking.

She caught a glimpse of him before he scurried into the booth, and that was just enough to whet her appetite. He looked good. Far too good to be a priest of all things. He should have been an actor, or a model—a nude model. Buffy didn’t do anything the day she saw him, but resolved that she would be back as soon as possible.

Buffy dressed carefully for the confession. She didn’t want to look too slutty. Accessibility was the key. Keeping that in mind, she didn’t bother with panties, and her skirt was very short indeed. It never occurred to her that Father William would reject her, what man could? Even a celibate man wouldn’t be able to resist her charms for long.

Buffy wasn’t a particularly beautiful girl, or even a sexy girl. But she was pretty and confident, and had a take-charge attitude that most men found extremely luring. The key was how you carried yourself, and Buffy carried herself like a sex goddess.

Buffy was relieved to see that it was a slow day, and there was only one person beside her waiting for confession. She graciously let the other man go before her, and before long, it was her turn.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been 8 years since my last confession.”

“Continue my child.”

Oooooh, British!

She cleared her throat. “I have had sex, several times with several different men. Are the details necessary?”

“I…uh…believe they are.”

“When I was 17, I went parking with my boyfriend. He was my first. I took his hard cock out of his pants and put it in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it until he was begging me not to stop. Do you know what I did?”

“No.”

“Well, it was very naughty,” she confided.

“You must tell me.” 

“I put his cock all the way into my mouth and down my throat. I pumped my head hard and fast until he came, and I swallowed every single drop.”

“Was that all you did?”

“Oh no,” Buffy breathed. “He flipped me over, and I hiked my skirt up and wrapped my legs around his neck…”

Father William gasped and Buffy smiled with triumph. “Are you ok, Father?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Please continue.”

“He started by thrusting his tongue into pussy, over and over. He thrust slow, and fast. While I was begging him to keep going, he…well, Father, you’ll never guess what he did.”

“I don’t suppose I can…”

Buffy lowered her voice to a whisper. “He shoved his finger up my ass. Do you know what I did Father? I asked him to use two.”

“Well, yes, that was very…sinful.” Buffy delighted to hear how flustered he was. “You should do 30 Hail Marys and…”

“But Father,” Buffy protested. “I’m not even half done.”

“I believe that I have a good idea of what you have done.”

“Oh no, Father. Not at all. But I don’t think I can tell you anymore. Are you ok in there, Father William?”

“Quite alright, thank you. Now, as I was saying…”

“I think it would be easier to show you.”

“What?” The priest exclaimed.

“It would be easier to show you,” Buffy repeated. “Then to try to explain everything?”

“No, I think you better…”

“Leave? But I want to be absolved of my sins, Father.”

“You’re forgiven…”

“Oh, that’s very kind of you Father William, let me show you my appreciation.”

Buffy had him cornered and she knew it. Before he could even think of fleeing the booth, Buffy was joining him. “Shhhh,” she whispered. “Don’t make any noise.”

William couldn’t make any noise if he wanted to. He was completely stunned, his face a violent shade of scarlet, his throat dry and closed. He didn’t try to push her away when she shut the door behind her, and he didn’t pull away when she covered his mouth with hers.

“Oh Father William, I’ve been a very naughty girl.”

“Have you?”

Buffy was more than a little surprised to hear that his voice was not as shaky as he looked. He looked as though he was completely shocked and unnerved, but he sounded as though the whole situation was his idea. Buffy hesitated slightly, but then forged forward.

“Yes, yes I have.” Buffy grabbed him through his clothes, and was thrilled to see how hard and large he was. Oh yes, this certainly was a good idea.

She fumbled through his clothes until he was finally bobbing freely, already dripping with his excitement. She wasted no time in getting on her knees, and she looked as though she was about to offer herself in prayer. When she wrapped her lips around the priest’s cock, he hissed with pleasure.

Buffy was merrily sucking Father William off when someone entered the adjacent room.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.”

With carefully measured words and tone, William asked “How long since your last confession?”

“It’s been five days father. I have committed a sexual sin.”

“Yes?”

Buffy swirled her tongue around his head with gusto, and he buried his hand in her hair, grasping the back of her head, holding her down.

“I cheated on my wife with my secretary.”

“5 Hail Marys,” William forced out. Buffy relaxed her throat, and took his full length into her mouth. She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes and batted her lashes.

“Father?”

“Ten. Ten Hail Marys. God be with you, my child.” She cupped his balls and massaged them gently and slowly with one hand. With the other hand, she gripped his dick and rubbed it in conjunction with her bobbing head.

“That’s not all, Father. I cheated on my income tax.”

“Do you feel genuinely sorry?” Her finger began to rub the sensitive area just under his scrotum and he gritted his teeth, using all his strength to keep from moaning.

“Yes, I’ll never do it again.”

“Then you are forgiven. Is there anything else?”

“No, thank you Father.”

She increased her tempo. With his free hand, he gripped his seat so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He felt himself inching to orgasm. He was so close, and yet he just needed one little thing to push him over the edge.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” There it was. As he heard the oft-repeated and familiar phrase, he shot his load into the back of her throat. “It’s been 3 weeks since my last confession.”

Buffy sat back on her heels and wiped her face, the wicked gleam still in her eyes. “Take a break,” she murmured. He rushed through the confession of his faithful follower, and sent him away as quickly as possible.

He ducked his head out the side door and checked to make sure the coast was clear, and then the two of them ducked into his private rectory. He pushed the large Bible off of his desk, too insane with lust to even care, and she sat on the edge, her skirt high around her hips. 

She smiled coyly, then opened her legs. Throughout the whole encounter, she gave off the air of innocence, as though it wasn’t really her sucking his dick and spreading her legs.  She laid back on the large, oak desk and he stepped in between her knees. He was already hard again, and she was more than ready for him. The smell of her desire wafted between them, and William thought idly that he would have to air out the room.   

Father William slid into Buffy smoothly, and she thrust her hips up in invitation. William initially tried to move slowly, but he could hear people gathering outside. One person even knocked on the door as William drove into her.

“Who is it?” All things considered, his voice was surprisingly even.

“Father William? Isn’t it confession time?”

“I’ll be right out! Something came up.”

“Is everything ok?”

Buffy reached down and played with her clit, her hazel eyes smoldering and partly covered by drooping lids. She moaned his name softly, and clenched her muscles around her.

“Oh God, yes.”

“What was that?”

“Everything is ok,” William’s voice was high and breathy now. “I’ll be right out!”

Buffy moved her finger faster and wrapped her legs around him tighter. She was going to come soon, if only he would…William repositioned himself slightly and then thrust harder. That was it. That was literally hitting the spot, and Buffy had to bite her hand to keep from screaming out.

Under the watchful eyes of the saints and Jesus himself, they dragged each other to climax, crying and shaking. They tensed and let the sharp pleasure paralyze their muscles for endless seconds before they both collapsed on the desk

“Bless me Father,” Buffy murmured, “For I have sinned.”