Adam and I had spent a wonderful, relaxing day together.
Our vacations were few and far between, so we took
advantage of every moment we could. We had driven all
day, stopping at interesting places along the way, often
pulling over to make love in a secluded grove of trees
down some lonely side road. Now we were shopping for
antiques in one of the quaintest little towns we had ever
seen.
We parked the car at the end of a strip of antique shops
and set out walking. We weren’t looking to buy, only
looking to look and to be with each other. Throughout the
afternoon we browsed through old postcards and ceramics,
played with antique wooden toys moulded by the hands of
a hard-working farmer, and studied old quilts. Adam
chuckled often at my enthusiasm. We didn’t even notice as
the sun began to hide behind dark storm clouds.
We were pulled out of our absorption with each other
when a shopkeeper announced in a pleasant voice, ‘I’m so
sorry, but we’re closing now.’
Adam and I held hands and hustled to the door, only to
find that it was pouring rain outside. The storms had
finally moved in.

‘I hope I rolled up the windows,’ Adam murmured,
looking out at the rain.
‘Too late now,’ I said.
The shopkeeper allowed us to stay for a few minutes,
but it quickly became apparent that the rain wasn’t letting
up anytime soon. In fact, the heavens seemed determined
to drown everything beneath them.
I finally turned to Adam and smiled up at him. ‘Wanna
run through the rain?’ I teased him. ‘Just like we were kids
again?’
Adam grinned down at me. ‘We’re not that old yet, are
we?’
‘You didn’t seem that old last night.’
He laughed. ‘Why not?’
We bid the shopkeeper a fond goodbye and raced out
the door, holding hands and giggling like schoolchildren.
We soon found that our plan had a little hitch; this wasn’t
a gentle rain. It was hard and punishing, the drops stinging
like needles on our bare legs and arms. Our laughter soon
disappeared and we huddled together under a tiny awning
that didn’t provide much protection.
That’s when I looked up and saw the church.
St Joseph’s Cathedral. Like all enormous Catholic
churches, it was imposing and far too grand for the little
town in which it resided. The soft glow through the
stained glass indicated that we might find shelter there.
The large rough bricks that built the façade were quickly
darkening as they absorbed the moisture from the clouds.
The door was huge, solid wood, and welcoming.
‘Adam!’ I yelled over the rush of the water flowing
down the storm drains. ‘The church!’
He didn’t hesitate. We raced across the road and up the
steep stairs, ducking our heads against the fury of the
raindrops. He grabbed at one of the doors and pulled.

Nothing. The second door swung wide and easily on large
hinges. Cool air flowed out of the church as we stepped
into the vestibule and stood looking at each other. Water
dripped from Adam’s hair and down his nose, ran down
his chin and dripped onto his chest. Puddles began to form
under us.
Adam sighed and shook his head. ‘Look at us,’ he
laughed, holding his arms out from his body. Water
dripped off of him in constant little plops.
‘At least we’re dry in here,’ I said. Adam reached for a
choir robe that hung on a nearby hook, looking around to
see that no one was watching.
‘Shhhh…’ he said to me as I took it from him and used
it to dry off as best I could. Adam found another robe and
used it to dry himself, then we hung them neatly back on
their hooks. Somewhat presentable again, we walked from
the vestibule into the outer chamber.
We stood in silence, awed by the power of the place.
The ceilings were three stories high, and arched with solid
oak beams. The ceiling was covered with a mural of the
Virgin Mary, and the stained glass windows on either side
rose two stories before joining the mural in a cacophony of
color and priceless artistry. Even the pews were lovely,
obviously hand-carved out of expensive woods. Three
steps led to the massive altar. An imposing crucifix hung
as the focal point in the massive church.
Adam, a sometimes devout Catholic, automatically
dipped his fingers into the holy water at the back of the
church and genuflected. He murmured something that was
foreign to my Southern Baptist ears. His eyes were wide
as he took in the church.
‘It’s beautiful, isn’t it?’ he whispered.
‘Absolutely,’ I agreed.

‘Let’s sit,’ he prompted. The pew was surprisingly
comfortable. Adam pulled his rosary out of his pocket and
played with it, turning it over and over in his hands as I lay
my damp head on his damp shoulder. We didn’t speak;
content to just look around for the longest time. I listened
to his heartbeat and the silence.
‘Is anyone in here, you think?’ I asked him.
‘I’m sure someone is nearby.’
I trailed my hand up and down his thigh. Adam quietly
fingered the beads of his rosary while I stroked his leg.
Maybe it was the heathen in me that my Baptist preacher
never could quite talk away, but I found myself growing
wet at the very thought of fucking Adam in a church. I
don’t know where the idea came from – maybe it was that
polished table that boasted a long sentence in Latin, then
below it: ‘Do this in remembrance of me.’
‘Adam?’
‘Hmmmm?’ He seemed to be almost asleep.
‘I want you.’
‘To do what?’ he asked.
I snickered. ‘No, silly. I want you.’
He looked down at me. I looked into his eyes, making
sure he understood that I meant exactly what I said. ‘I
want you to fuck me in this church.’
Adam started to laugh. I didn’t. He sobered very
quickly.
‘You are serious,’ he stated flatly.
In response, I took the rosary from his hand and pressed
it hard to his crotch. He grew hard almost immediately,
despite the wide-eyed look of astonishment in his eyes. I
moved the smooth beads around the outside of his shorts,
then slid them up inside the leg of them to press them
against his balls. Adam’s hand covered mine to pull it

away, and then he hesitated as I slid the beads up his
hardening shaft.
I circled my hand around his cock and laced my fingers
through the rosary. I slid both up his body and he exhaled
the breath he had been holding, groaning softly into my
neck as he opened his mouth and bit down. I gasped in
pleasure as the wetness started to grow between my thighs.
‘This is wrong,’ he protested half-heartedly.
‘Do you think so?’
I slid my hand up his shaft and pressed one rosary bead
to the opening of his long cock. I pushed harder, gently
pushing it in a little. Adam’s hips jerked and his hand
clamped down hard on my wrist, holding me there. I spun
the little bead and he cried out, the sound muffled against
my neck. I pushed the little bead in and out, in and out of
that little slit on his head, fucking him with the cool hard
pebble.
Suddenly Adam lurched up and yanked my hand away.
He hauled me roughly into the aisle. He tried to push me
to the carpeted floor and I resisted, pulling the rosary out
of his pants and sidestepping him. My reflection looked
back at me from the bowl of holy water. His eyes danced
from me to the rosary as I reached in and dipped the beads
into the liquid. Adam’s mouth fell open in surprise. I
walked to him and yanked down his shorts, suddenly
exposing him to the angelic faces looking down from the
ornate walls.
‘What are you doing?’ Adam hissed, his voice a frantic
edge in the silence.
I was wrapping the rosary around his cock. He groaned
aloud as I pulled it tight, circling it snugly around his hard
tip, then rolling it down like a condom. Adam gasped as
the beads rolled down to the base of his cock. ‘I want you
as hard as you can be,’ I whispered, leaning forward to

drink the drops of holy water that slid down his balls.
Adam thrust upward toward my mouth and his hand found
his cock. He began to stroke and I smiled mischievously.
‘Isn’t masturbation a sin?’
‘You’re a temptress,’ he replied in his own defense. He
squeezed his cock as I sucked one of his balls into my
mouth. I ran my tongue over it and sucked, feeling it roll
between my lips. Adam moaned quietly, the passionate
sound resonating from the high ceilings and back down.
‘Someone could walk in on us,’ he protested.
‘Someone probably will,’ I responded. Adam’s cock
got even harder. I knew how he loved public places. I
loved the sinfulness of sex in church.
‘Would you like that, to have a priest walk in on you
being fucked?’ I taunted. In answer, his fingers found the
rosary beads and pulled, making them tighter around him.
‘Would you like to show a prim and proper nun what a
real cock looks like?’ I asked him. Adam stared down at
me with eyes that were alight with desire.
‘How about showing her what a real fuck looks like?’
I stood and wrapped my fingers around his cock, then
gently pulled. Adam followed me obediently to the altar,
and as I turned to him he sunk his hands into my hair.
‘The altar?’ he asked me, his voice filled with
anticipation.
I sank down to my knees and opened my mouth over
him, taking him down in one long stroke. Adam’s soft cry
echoed from the ceiling. I sucked him in until the rosary
beads rolled against my mouth. Then I began to slide my
mouth up and down, sucking his head, licking the first
drops of salty moisture and sliding down to taste the last
of the holy water between the rosary beads.
Finally I slid my mouth all the way down his cock,
circling my lips around the rosary. I caught the beads with

my teeth and slid them slowly up, caressing his cock with
them as I pulled them off. He was bigger now than he had
been when I put the beads on, and they were a bit difficult
to remove. They squeezed tightly around his shaft.
I pulled them off and let them fall into my hand. My
tongue flicked that spot right under his head. My teeth
nibbled gently. I took the wet rosary beads and slid them
down his balls, all the way back to his ass.
Adam tensed. I slid the beads up and down the cleft of
his ass, letting the warm beads caress him, letting him get
used to the idea. I sucked hard on his cock and then
removed him from my mouth long enough to whisper to
him.
‘Relax…’
I pushed the rosary against him. I pressed one bead
against his puckered ring. Adam whimpered and moaned
on a deep breath as he let his body relax as much as he
could. I gently pushed, and the bead disappeared, sucked
into his ass as he clenched it against the feeling.
‘Oh…oh, God…’ Adam groaned.
He had completely forgotten about being quiet. I slid
another bead to his tight hole and pushed. His body sucked
it inside. I licked his cock with long strokes, sucking hard
as I repeated the action with each bead on that rosary.
Adam couldn’t decide whether to buck his cock into my
throat or push his ass against my hand. I kept it up until
only the small cross on the circle of beads was left outside
his body.
Adam looked down at me. His eyes were cloudy with
pleasure.
‘You…are…a heathen,’ he murmured, breathing hard.
‘You’re Catholic,’ I said. ‘Which is worse?’
Adam offered me a quirky, sarcastic smile.

He lifted me to my feet and his hands found my shorts.
He pulled hard. Seams ripped as he yanked them down my
thighs and I kicked them off. I was wearing nothing
underneath. Adam lifted me to the offering table, settling
me on the cool polished wood. He climbed onto it. Bibles
and a few candles fell to the floor with a thud. He pushed
me up, then spread my legs wide and sank his cock into
me with one fluid motion.
‘Adam!’ My voice was quiet, but still it bounced and
echoed from the ceiling of the church. Adam thrust hard
and deep. We were both on the edge already. Adam
paused once, holding his cock deep inside me.
‘Look,’ he said.
I looked to where he nodded. He was looking at the
magnificent crucifix on the wall.
‘I’m going to tie you to that and make you come there,’
he told me.
He began to pump in and out, harder and harder. I slid
my hand down his back and found that cross that was
lying against his ass. I came with a low, deep moan. I bit
my lip to keep from crying out. I stared at the mural on the
ceiling, watching the angels that hovered protectively
above.
I circled my hand around the cross and began to pull.
The beads slowly popped out of his tight hole, one at a
time.
‘Dear God!’ he groaned.
He slammed hard into me, shoving me up the table, and
I yanked hard on the beads. His cock throbbed inside me
and he groaned again, this time with his hands buried deep
in my hair. He kept coming as I slid the rosary out. Adam
seemed to hold his breath for an eternity, and then he
sucked in great breaths of air and collapsed on top of me.
‘My God, My God,’ he said over and over like a prayer.

Adam lifted me from the table and carried me to the
front of the church. He stepped onto a platform that held
the enormous crucifix. I had a sudden sharp moment of
doubt. This was so wrong – wasn’t it? All thoughts fled
my mind when he lifted a long purple sash from the
nearby pulpit and looped it over the arm of the cross, then
around my wrist. He lifted another sash and did the same
thing with the other arm. Then he unbuttoned my shirt and
stepped back to look at me.
I was bound to the cross, my feet spread on the
platform below me. The wood of the cross was rough
against my back. Adam touched me with one finger as I
looked out over the rows of pews. His finger slid down my
body, circling each nipple before running down my
stomach and over my curls. He paused to run the pad of
his thumb over my hips before sliding his hand up again.
‘Please, Adam,’ I moaned.
‘I’m thirsty,’ he said softly.
My eyes flew to him. He looked calmly at me, stroking
his cock with his hand.
‘Will you feed me?’ he asked.
Adam knelt between my thighs and spread them wider.
His fingers touched my clit and I bucked up into him. The
bonds around my wrists cut into me with a sweet, gentle
pain. Adam quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue.
He licked slowly at my clit then slid his mouth down to
delve into my cunt.
‘Give me my seed,’ he murmured. ‘Do it, love. Give it
to me. I know you can.’
I tilted my head back. It thudded against the cross, and I
saw stars. God, this felt so good! I squeezed my inner
muscles, rhythmically, hard. Adam groaned in approval.
The sound echoed through the church. Adam caught the

moisture on his tongue. He licked and sucked and played
until my knees were weak.
‘I can taste us both,’ he whispered.
I cried out as his tongue touched my clit and pressed
hard. I squirmed before him. He licked hard and then
sucked, alternating, keeping me on the edge.
‘Come for me,’ he whispered. ‘Come for me in this
church. Come for me on this crucifix. But while you do it,
I want you to pray the rosary.’
‘Oh, God!’ I was right on the verge.
‘Hail Mary…’ he prompted.
‘H…H…Hail…Mary, full of…grace…’
His lips closed around my clit. His teeth sank down,
and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. He bit down slowly, then
harder, threatening me with the possibilities. I was riding a
thin line between pain and pleasure.
Adam bit down harder.
I came viciously, my body convulsing on the cross, the
pain overtaking me with pleasure. My hands clenched
hard on the rough wooden arms, and the sharpness of a
splinter sliced into my finger. My body throbbed. I
moaned senselessly as my orgasm waned.
Adam kissed me as he gently loosened my bonds. I fell
into his arms and he lifted me from the crucifix, carrying
me down the stairs and the altar like I was a new bride.
‘Where are we going?’ I whispered. Adam glanced
down at me and smiled.
‘I know what I want, darling.’
He stopped in front of the altar and pulled out a small
drawer under the remembrance table. I looked down as he
settled me on my feet and I laughed at what he pulled out.
It was a communion cup.
‘You have to be kidding,’ I said.

He looked at me with the most serious expression he
could muster.
‘You need to take communion.’
I stared at him. He nodded. I sank to my knees before
him.
My first long lick made Adam arch into my touch. The
second made him groan. He hadn’t come while he was
licking me on the crucifix, and the sweet torture he
inflicted on me had made him more than ready. I closed
my lips around him and began to lick at the sensitive spot
right underneath the head of his cock. I flicked my tongue
across it. Then I gently sank my teeth into it.
He gasped and began to writhe under my ministrations.
My hands found his balls and he almost laughed when he
felt the cool beads of the rosary press against his soft skin.
I circled the rosary around one of his balls and pulled
gently, separating them, and my tongue circled around the
other one before I gently sucked it into my mouth. Adam’s
whole body jerked and I tightened the rosary on his balls
while my hand slid up to circle around him.
Holding his balls like that, I began to jack him off.
Hard. I squeezed him with my hand as I slid up and let up
on the pressure as I slid down. I slowly pushed him out of
my mouth and looped the rosary around both his balls,
clenching it tight. He cried out. I stroked him hard and
flicked my tongue over his head before sucking him into
my mouth again.
Oh, God…I need to come,’ he moaned.
I pulled down harder on the rosary and he yelped. I slid
my mouth down halfway and pulled on the rosary, the
beads sliding and twirling around his balls. When I gave
him a hard upward suck, Adam began to tremble. He cried
out as he began to come.