A Suitable Penance

enter confessor.
i am your priest.
tell me your sins.

you've been so very disgraceful.
my disappointment grows with each word.

you goad me.
you tell me all the cocks you've sucked and the arseholes you've licked clean

i feel disgusted.
i want to punish you.
but what would be a suitable penance?

i step out my cubicle and confront you.
you're surprised to see me.
i'm sweating.
you notice that.
"what do you want?"
your mind says, but your lips keep still.

i approach you.
my rosary swaying by my side.
mother mary is such a help in times like these.

my stare falls from your cleavage; down your torso; your thick thighs
i wonder how many bodies they've clasped
i caress a single bead.

i grab you by the neck.
you gasp.
"you dirty slut!" "you filthy cunt!"
"you must be cleaned!"

i grab your hair in my fist.
drag you to the altar.
you scream.
but only the windows can hear you.
stained figures on stained glass on stained walls.
silent.
but expectant.
a giant crucifix watches over us.

"bend over!"
i push you to the ground and pull up your sluttish little skirt.
"say the lord's prayer!"
you're crying.
i slap your face
"say it!"
the words leave your mouth like warm cum.

"you dirty slut! you filthy cunt!"
i tear off your panties.
your big behind stares up at me.
i wonder who has tasted you.
i wonder who you have tasted.

my cock grows harder.
i caress another bead.

you're whimpering now.
your arse is quivering now.

i bend down by your face.
a tear falls.
and i stroke it dry.

" i wash away the stains, my child. i wash them all away."

i move to your behind.
my cock is stiff.
poised.
like the redeemer.
born to cleanse all things.

i enter you.
you gasp.
who would have thought the slut would be so tight?
the urge builds.
i can hold no more.
the redeemer cums!
sticky piss in your arse hole.

to wash away the stains.