Chapter 5: The Crypt

We walk down a dimly lit stairwell. Behind thick, wooden doors at the end of a long corridor lies the famous crypt. We enter the bright candlelit room and I close the doors behind me. A marble epitaph is etched into the floor under which our Founder’s remains are interred. Above the inscription is a long altar with several candles burning on top and many others which have not been lit.

“This is the Sacred Crypt of St. Sebastian. Our Founder’s remains are buried here. People often come to light candles and pray for those who are sick,” I say, my soft voice filling the chamber.

Dorothy silently lights a candle and kneels before the altar.

“I’d like to have some privacy, Joseph. Are you able to lock the door?” she asks.

“I believe so, yes,” I say.

I lock the door from the inside and kneel next to Dorothy. The shrine is quite warm. Beads of sweat begin to form on my temple. I look over. Her eyes are closed. She wipes her brow with the back of her hand. Then, I watch, breathless, as she opens the first two buttons of her dress, revealing the pale cleavage of her breasts in the candlelight.

“You must be… very warm,” I utter, staring at her flesh.

“Yes, it’s hot in here,” she replies.

I assume she’ll stop at the third button but, to my surprise and gratitude, she continues to unbutton the dress all the way down to her waist. Once the front is open, the loose blouse falls easily over her slender shoulders and slips down her arms, completely exposing her pretty breasts and torso in the candlelight. I am in a state of shock and wonder. My jaw drops and my lips remain open. A pool of saliva forms in the back of my mouth. She sits absolutely still, a vision of loveliness, her hands resting in her lap. Her flesh, the color of cream, appears luminescent in the candlelight. She presses her shoulders together, making her breasts appear fuller and heavier upon her chest. The attractive brown rings of her areolas encircle the puffy pink tips. Her nipples appear larger and more swollen than I had imagined. They seem to pulsate with blood, beckoning to be sucked upon. It is the most sensual and most spiritual moment of my life.

Dorothy opens her lips slightly and exhales. Even though her eyes are closed, she knows I’m staring at her breasts.

“Do you like what you see, Father Joseph?” she whispers, quite casually. “I wanted to give you one last look, before you join the Priesthood. Say something…”

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“What a romantic thing to say, Joseph. You think I’m beautiful?”

“Yes.”

“And you like my breasts?”

“They’re… very, very pretty.”

“Are you sure you want to make a vow of celibacy? You don’t seem the type.”

“I’m not sure about anything, other than how pretty you are, Dorothy.”

“You’re very sweet. Would you like to take them into your hands and fondle them?”

“You mean…”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t mind, if you want to. Perhaps you’ll never have another chance…”

I stare at her pretty bosom a moment longer. Then, unable to wait another second, I take the underside of her breasts in my hands and close my fingers around her warm, forbidden skin. They feel soft and supple in my hands. She opens her eyes.

“Do you like my touching my breasts, Joseph?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say.

“They are yours to pet…”

We lean in and our lips meet in a wet and tender kiss. Her tongue plays with mine, teasing and licking my lips and tongue. I let go and allow my animal instincts to take over, squeezing her breasts and kissing and licking the flesh of her neck. She tilts her head back to give me greater access to her throat.

“Oh my, Joseph… Are you sure this is your first time?” she asks as I suck and nibble under her chin. “Are you part vampire? You’ll leave bruises if you suck on me that hard.”

I pull back and take a deep breath in and out.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m afraid I’m losing control with you.”

“That’s good. I give you permission to lose control…”

Dorothy arches her back and positions my mouth in the midst of her cleavage. I kiss and lick her exposed flesh, sucking the areolas into my mouth and feeling the shape of her erect nipples with the tip of my tongue. Like a hungry child, I release my inhibitions and suckle upon her hard nipples with abandon, first one lovely breast and then the other. A lifetime of bottled up lust bursts out in frantic worship. I suck her swollen nipples deep into the back of my mouth.

“Whoa… Easy, Joseph. A girl’s nipples can be sensitive…” she says.

I immediately remove my mouth from her breast and catch my breath.

“I’m sorry... I didn’t know,” I mumble.

“It’s OK. There’s no permanent damage. Now let’s do this.”

“Do what? You mean…”

“We’ve waited long enough, haven’t we? Let’s lose our virginity together.”

“Right now? Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m so excited to do it and my mind is finally clear after our talk. I don’t know how you feel, but I’ve been hung up on this for 24 years now and I don’t want to remain a virgin for a minute longer. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. And there’s no one in the world I’d feel more comfortable losing my virginity with than you, Joseph. This feels perfect to me.”

“But… in here?” I said, gesturing at the statue.

“Sure. I don’t see why not. We’re not hurting anyone. Father Sebastian died a long time ago so I don’t think he’ll be offended. The door is locked. It’s so warm and cozy in here. It’s very romantic too with the candlelight. The perfect setting. Take off your robe and lay it down so the floor won’t be so cold.”

“But…I don’t have a condom.”

“That’s OK. When you feel like you’re about to come, just pull out and finish on my breasts. Or you can come in my mouth if you’d like. Would you like that, Joseph? I don’t want to force you.”

“You’re not forcing me. I want to do it.”

“Then, go ahead. Take your robe off. Don’t be shy…”

I stand up and turn away from Dorothy. I walk away a few feet to untie the tasseled cord and pull my Priest’s robe off over my head. Though embarrassed of my nakedness and ashamed of my erection, I find the courage to turn back to her. I spread the robe out smoothly on the marble floor in front of the altar, like a beach towel in the sand. I slip out of my sandals. I can feel the engraving of the marble on my toes.

She stands up, slips out of her shoes and approaches me, looking down at my body. She puts her hands on my waist and looks into my eyes.

“You have a very nice body, Joseph. Who would have known? Why have you been hiding this away all these years? You should be quite proud.”

She slides her fingers under the elastic strap and slips my underclothes over my hard penis and down my legs to the floor. I am now standing completely naked before her. She reaches out and… she touches my penis… holds it… closing the fingers of one hand around the circumference of my shaft while cupping the underside of my scrotum with the other. Oh Lord, how erotic and comforting it is to be touched in this manner. It is as if Dorothy cupped my very soul in the palm of her hand. Psychiatric medication was not the cure to my depression. The key to unlocking my happiness was hiding in plain sight, in the touch of Dorothy’s soft hands upon my body. She closed her fingers and squeezed gently, sending a shiver up my spine and causing my penis to throb with pleasure. This is it. This is what I had been missing all my life.

“Take my panties off,” she says, “before someone comes. There’s no time to lose…”

With my fingertip I slip the panties off her hips and they fall to the floor. The wet lips of her sex glisten in the candlelight. My mouth salivates and I swallow. Dorothy spreads her thighs apart in a wide V shape and, like the petals of a flower, the lips of her sex unfurl, allowing me to gaze at the folds of her inner pink flesh. She looks up and me and smiles innocently, brushing her fingers through her hair.

“Do you like what you see, Joseph?” she whispers.

“Your body is so beautiful,” I whisper.

I kneel before her, unashamed. As nude as Adam in Paradise, I am ready to worship before this new altar.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she says.

“Yes, please,” I say.

“I like to be tied up, Joseph, just like in the story I told you in confession. Will you use the cord of your robe and tie me down on the floor when you have sex with me? It sounds strange and kinky I know, but it makes me excited. And the more excited I am, the easier this will be for both of us, I think. Will you do that for me, Joseph?”

“OK.”

“Do you mind?”

“No, no. I’ll do it. I want to do it…”

I pick up the tasseled cord I left on the floor and tie the end tightly around her right wrist. She lies down on my robe and stretches her arms behind her head. I wrap the cord around the base of the statue of St. Sebastian next to the altar and tie the other end of the cord to her left wrist.

“Is that OK?” I ask.

“Yes, thank you. It’s perfect. I can’t move now.”

“Did I tie it too tight?”

“No. It’s perfect. I’m all yours now, Joseph. I can’t resist. Do with me what you want.”

In the sacred the crypt, above the bones of our founder, I give myself over completely to the animal that exists within me. After my life of celibacy, I dive into the warm flesh she offers with abandon, taking possession of her most intimate area with my mouth, lips and tongue. After my long walk through the desert, I have found the Promised Land. I fall to my knees and drink my fill from this oasis of pure pleasure. Thoughts of right and wrong, saint and sinner, Heaven and Hell all drift away. I bury my lips and tongue deeper into her innermost folds, thrusting my tongue rapidly in and out of her opening. Dorothy tilts her head back and lets out a soft moan as I perform oral sex upon her. I can’t believe this is finally happening.

“Mmmm. I think we discovered your hidden talent, Joseph,” she whispers. “Move your lips up just a little… A little higher… higher…”

I follow her direction, sliding the tip of my tongue up her unfurled lips and kissing her until I reached just under the soft nub at the upper tip of her flesh.

“Yes, that’s it! Right there. You found the spot. Now, kiss me right there. Right there. Mmmm…”

That particular spot seems to give her the most pleasure, so I focus my efforts and try in my humble way to return the sexual favors she had given out to so many men.

“Slip your fingers inside me. Two fingers. And press upward. Yes, just like that…” she says.

I slide my index and middle fingers into her opening, while continuing to kiss her in the sensitive spot. After a moment, her hips tremble once and then twice. She exhales and appears to relax. When I pulled my fingers out I notice a thick white secretion seeping out of her opening and sliding slowly down her inner thighs. Impulsively, I lick the nectar of her body onto my tongue and swallow the sweet substance. Dorothy breathes deeply in and out with her eyes shut.

“Joseph? Did you just… swallow my cum?” she asks.

“I think I did,” I say.

“Oh my God! You are too sexy!”

“Shhh. Someone will hear.”

“I’ve done it to so many men, but no one’s ever done it to me… That’s it. I need to feel you inside me, right now.”

“But Dorothy…” I whisper.

“Untie my hands. I want to sit on top of you. Hurry. Before someone comes.”

I quickly untied her and lay down on the floor. Using the edge of the altar for support she sits over me and slips my penis all the way into her womb, filling her completely. She begins gyrating on top of me, rocking and grinding her body into my pelvis, breathing out and moaning. I can’t believe it’s finally happening to me, in a cathedral.

“Talk dirty to me,” she moans out. “Call me your sexy little nun. Your dirty church slut.”

My head spinning, my breath shallow and fast, I try to resist.

“I can’t.”

“Do it! I know you want to.”

I gave in.

“Oh God, Dorothy. You are my slut. My cute little slut, my dirty little church whore.”

The perverse words and her thrusting motion causes her thighs to tremble again.

“Thank you, Father Joseph. You made me come. Again. Now it’s your turn.”

When we change positions, I first notice the blood on our skin from her hymen being penetrated for the first time. It is not a great deal of blood, but the bright color on her white thighs makes me nervous.

“Are you OK? I see some blood.”

“I’m OK. It doesn’t hurt. Get on top of me.”

I mount her this time, without a single thought of the moral consequences involved, slipping my penis all the way in. It is pure pleasure and as easy and natural to me as breathing. I pump my penis in and out of her rapidly, while grasping her breasts and kissing her neck. I become like a machine that’s spun out of control, hips convulsing, skin slapping down upon skin, mouth sucking on flesh. In the midst of frantically grinding into her hips, my hind legs kick out like a bucking Broncho and knocking into the altar. A devotional candle falls over the edge a few feet away from us and crashes to the floor in several pieces.

“Are you OK?” Dorothy asks.

“Yeah,” I say.

“What was that noise?”

“It’s nothing. A candle, I think.”

Supporting my weight with my hands and arms, I keep pumping in and out of her like a beast.

“My God, Joseph,” she says. “You’ve lasted so long. Aren’t you… Don’t you want to finish soon?” she asks between shallow breaths.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Just pull out and come on my breasts or in my mouth. Go ahead. Hurry. I think I might be getting a little sore.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…”

Just as I pull out to ejaculate, I hear the handle of the vault doors shake and a shrill female voice calls out.

“Excuse me? Is anyone in there? We hear some noises in there. The doors are locked and we’d like to visit the sacred crypt. Is the Sacred Crypt of Father Sebastian still open? We’d like to visit it before we have to leave the Mission. Is anyone there?”

“One moment, please…” I call out. “I’ll be right there.”

As we quickly dress, I smell the earthy, raw scent of our bodies mixed with the aroma of burning wax. I wrap my cord back around my robe, strapping my erect penis down with it like a wild animal against my thigh, and slip my sandals back on. Dorothy calmly puts on her panties, dress and shoes. I open the door and two elderly ladies come in, chatting in a friendly manner.

“Father… We are so terribly sorry for interrupting you. Were you praying?” one lady asks.

“Of course they were praying. Martha, I told you we shouldn’t have disturbed them,” the second lady says. “We’re so sorry.”

“Yes, we’re so sorry Father,” the first lady repeats.

The second lady notices the shards of broken glass on the ground and then looks at my robe.

“Father! You’re bleeding!”

“Am I?”

“Yes. It looks like there’s a blood stain on your robe! Are you hurt, Father?”

I look down and see the rather prominent stain. I glance over at Dorothy’s dress and am relieved to see it didn’t get stained from the loss of her virginity.

“Uh… yes,” I utter, embarrassed. “I must have accidently knocked a candle off the altar and cut myself. Let me clean this up and we’ll be on our way…”

“Here. Let me help you,” Dorothy says.

“Be careful, it’s sharp,” the lady says.

When I pick up the broken glass, I accidently cut my finger on the sharp edge.

“You’ve cut your hand, Father,” Dorothy says. “You’re bleeding.”

“Ah, yes. How clumsy of me,” I say.

I use the sleeve of my robe to stop the bleeding.

“Do you have a bandage, Father?” Dorothy asks.

“Yes, I think so. It’s just a small cut. Well, good evening ladies,” I say to the tourists.

“Once again, we’re so sorry for disturbing you, Father.”

“We’re so sorry. Take care of that cut,” they say.

Dorothy and I leave the crypt and carefully deposit the broken glass in the trash.

“Do you think they heard us?” Dorothy whispers.

“I don’t think so,” I reply.

We walk down the dark corridor, hand in hand out the back exit of the chapel and toward my sleeping quarters.