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Confession is Good for the Soul

by Jerri & Robin

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"Anya, I don't know about this. It just doesn't seem right."

"Xander, it'll be fun, and no one will be there. That's why we are doing this on a Saturday. I mean what can go wrong?"

"And the love of my life jinxes us. An, honey, this is the hellmouth all kinds of things can go wrong. Things like drunks and video cameras can go wrong. I don't think...."

"You don't have to think, you just have to go in one side of the booth and open a screen and listen to me confess what I want to do to you. It'll turn you on, and then we can go back to your apartment and you can give me lots of orgasms."

The tall, dark haired man just shook his head and followed the impetuous beauty up the steps at Holy Family. He just knew that God was going to get him for this. He hazarded a glance up and could almost see the dark cloud of doom hanging over his head.

As they entered the church, Anya pointed out the confessional. "I'll be in this side and you go in that side. Don't worry, it'll be fun."

"I'll be there in just a minute, An. I need to make a stop at the little boys room."

"Well, just don't be long."

Xander turned away to find the restrooms and the ex-demon entered the confessor's side of the confessional and knelt down to make herself comfortable. In a few moments, she heard the door open and a screen slid back in the wall, letting a bit of light through. The grill hid the features of the man behind it, but Anya knew who it was.

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It's been at least eleven hundred years since my last confession." She grinned as she heard a snort from the other side of the mesh.

"Go on, my child."

Anya licked her lips and wriggled her bottom as she searched for a comfortable position. "I have committed so many sins Father. I have lusted after one man with my heart, soul, and my body. I have had evil thoughts about what I would do to him if he were ever to be unfaithful to me. I have been jealous of the other women in his life, even though I know they are just his friends. Father I have had so much sex with him outside the bonds of the church, and it has been very good sex. He makes me feel so wonderful when he touches me in that certain way. He always gives me orgasms."

She smiled happily, glad that she could take this opportunity to make her lover feel better about himself. "Oh, and Father when he puts his tongue in just the right place, it's all I can do not to scream. I always want to take his hard cock out and wrap my lips around it when he plays with me. I love feeling his hardness in my mouth, I like to tease him with my teeth. Let him feel them as I slid my mouth over him."

A low voice asked, "Is this detail really necessary to your confession, my child?"

"Oh yes Father, I have to tell you what he makes me feel. I love it when he lifts me up and sits me in his lap and I get to ride him. He is so big and hard, and I always orgasm when he is deep in me." She considered abandoning the game as she just kept getting hotter but didn't want to ruin the moment. Maybe her Xander was getting off on being holy.

"Oh Father, I want you. I want to have sex with you and I want to do it now. Come out and let's go home and you can give me orgasms."

A distinctly Irish voice came from behind the screen. "You have an Act of Contrition, 50 Hail Marys and 100 Our Father's as penance. You should consider seeing a counsler, my child."

Anya perked up, Xander was really getting into the game. She decided to tell him in exact detail what she wanted to do to him as soon as they got home. "Father, I am going to suck on you until you come in my mouth, then I am going to suck on you until you get hard again, then I am going to fuck your brains out."

An outraged growl came from the other side of the confessional and there was the sound of a door slamming. Anya felt a warm gush at her crotch. how exciting! They were going to play "Sinner and Saint" She pulled open the top buttons of her dress so that one breast hung out like she'd seen in Giles' "Passion of Saints". That had been a disappointing read...except for all the dismembering. That'd been kinda neat.

The door to her side of the booth flew open.

"Punish me, Father O'Malley," Anya cried and lunged forward straight into the burly arms of one very brassed off man of the cloth. He was burly, with red hair and freckles. And he also glared at her with a rage she hadn't seen since...ever. She frowned and grabbed her shirt closed at her neck. Why was this man impersonating Xander?

"You're not Xander."

"I," he said through gritted teeth as he grabbed her by one arm and jerked her down the aisle. "am Father Kincaid. Father O'Malley is across the street at St. Petes."

As she was hurried past the recently accumulated line of wide-eyed, open-mouthed widows and parents who waited for their turn to see the priest, she noticed Xander standing in line. His head was bent, but she could still see 'the I told you so' so smirk on his face.

She tried to pull free of the angry priest and pointed to Xander.

"Him," she argued. "He's Xander. He's supposed to give me orgasms."

Another collective gasp sounded through the sanctuary. Xander crossed himself with the wrong hand and backed away.

Suddenly, Anya found herself standing alone on the top steps of the church with an admonishment to seriously consider true repentance of her sins, and a reminder that were counselors who could help her with her obvious sexual dysfunction, ringing in her ears.

Her shoulder's slumped, and it had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Only a moment passed before she heard the heavy door open again and she braced herself for another Roman Catholic dressing down.

An arm went around those drooping shoulders and a warm voice rang softly in her ears. "Let's go home An. I think you need some TLC."

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