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aside. She inhaled the heady perfume of the woman’s musk and peered at the delicate wet labia surrounding her soft undulating hole.
    The priest glanced at Justine. He waited until she had nodded approval before stroking a finger against the woman’s pussy. In the thickening silence of the confessional booth they both heard the parishioner moan when he touched her. The delicate flesh of her sex flushed to a darker hue and Justine watched the lips grow shinier in the darkness as they were freshly polished with a new lacquer of arousal.
    Silently, the priest encouraged Justine to do as he had done. Before she realised she was obeying him, Justine watched her own hand stroke the curly tendrils of hair covering the woman’s cleft. Enthralled by the daring of her actions, she slid the tip of her finger along the split of the penitent’s pussy lips. When she heard the woman sigh with fresh enthusiasm, Justine dared to push a finger into her cleft.
    The arousal inside her was almost too powerful to contain.
    The priest’s fingers remained inside Justine’s pussy and his thumb occasionally rubbed back and forth over her clitoris. She already knew that the stimulation was more than enough to satisfy her burgeoning appetite for depravity, but touching the stranger provided more excitement than she had ever conceived she would enjoy. The perversity of being abused by a priest; the sacrilege of hearing someone else’s confession; and the enchanting sensation of warm wet pussy muscles engulfing her finger; all blended to make her feel sick with an overload of arousal. Nevertheless, although she couldn’t recall ever experiencing such furious excitement, she fought to contain her response and merely teased the gaping cleft that had been pushed at the confessional’s grille.
    ‘ Retournez à votre soeur ,’ the priest growled.
    Justine quivered when she heard him speaking. She didn’t know what he was saying but the music of his gruff voice trembled through the fingers in her sex. The prospect of another climax loomed closer and she slid a second finger alongside the one she already held in the penitent’s pussy. The parishioner sobbed with delight and Justine briefly envied the woman her freedom to voice her responses. She quietly yearned to cry out in gratitude for the ecstasy she was enjoying and could have screamed from the combination of injustice and frustration.
    The priest traced his tongue against the labia at the grille, then barked another instruction to the penitent. Justine heard him use the word putain , and she guessed he was following the exact plan she had suggested. A fresh flutter of arousal churned through her sex. Her pleasure was exacerbated by the priest’s fingers tickling deeper. In the tense silence of the confessional she could hear her labia slurping wetly around his hand.
    The penitent moaned, her cries coming from somewhere between arousal and mortification. Justine had suggested she should be made to go home and confess her sins to her sister. She had then said the woman should beg her sister to stripe her backside as punishment for her infidelity. It had seemed like a cruel punishment, and she thought the priest would appreciate her innovation. But, because he had now been speaking for so long, Justine guessed he was saying something more and she wondered if he was elaborating on her idea.
    ‘ Alors, reviens ici si je peux voir qu’il a été fait .’
    He pushed his mouth over Justine’s ear and whispered, ‘I have told her to come back here once her backside has been striped, so I can see that the punishment has been meted.’
    The image was too much for Justine. She could easily picture red weals emblazoned across the woman’s buttocks and that thought pushed her excitement beyond being bearable. She squeezed her sex hungrily around the priest’s fingers, pushed her hand deeper into the penitent’s pussy and allowed the thrill of another release to quiver through her body.
    She snatched