Chapter 27

Arletta's POV

Until this day, I have no idea how I am still a good child in the eyes of my mother. Anahi's dream was to always live a life with someone she loves dearly while, I always wondered one thing, how does sex feel like?

This fantasy started back when I was sixteen. I just came out of the church and I had just given the vow to the priest that I will be a virgin until I get married. I never wanted that in my defence. My mother, of course, made me do that.

The feeling of fear and guilt that God will throw me to hell and after all the things he did for me, those two things mixed together confused my mind so much as I badly wanted to commit that one sin.

Outside the church, I met this guy. He seemed older compared to me. Something like 29, his hazel eyes looked so sexy and I kept telling myself that it was just brotherly love, that there was nothing wrong with loving a guy like that.

A few days later, my mother found a school for me. It was a catholic school for students that were extremely naughty and needed to be taught a lesson. Mother believed in me, but she wanted me to gain more experience and be able to become a stronger woman. So I went to that school.

It was located far from the city, where only the sounds of the birds and the trees singing would be heard. The school itself was huge and someone could mistake it for a castle, considering its architectural design too.

A smile suddenly urged on my face the moment I saw the same tall guy with hazel eyes. His muscular body was perfectly hidden behind those priests' holly clothes. He was suddenly serious and sharp and he immediately took me in, leaving my mother outside the gate.

"Be a good girl, Okay?" My mother waved.

Days passed by and I found myself going to his office without a pant or a bra. His penis suddenly screamed to get out of its pants just a little bit more than it did the first day I saw him at the church.

My virgin kitty was already speaking its own language and there was nothing I'd be able to do if he did not insert himself inside of me, which he did angrily against it.

Everything awakened since that day. He continued fucking me over and over again and even now, when we get a chance to do it again, we'd do it. No one has ever fucked me the way he did.

And now there is Pablo, a caretaker at my mother's orphanage. I have no idea what's with me and forbidden guys. He is also a priest in training.

That means he is not allowed to have any woman but here I am, letting him fuck me whenever he can. No one has ever fucked me as he does. He and Father Antonio test so well, yet so different.

One thing I like about them is how they make me feel. Something that other boys miserably fail to achieve. They both make me feel good and wanted and for them, I keep wanting to break most of the rules.

My kitty always cries for them.

The best thing that had ever happened was when they found out about each other because that was when the three of us, together, committed the greatest sin that not even the church will ever forgive, threesome.

It was good, so good that I went crazy and wild. Both of them inserting themselves inside of me at once or the other one sucking and caressing my chest like his life depended on it while the other one eating me like he's been hungry for days.

Until this day, I can't stop thinking about everything that happened between us. I keep dreaming of it, but none of those dreams is as good and juicy as that exact moment.

Here I was again today, committing my favourite sin with Father Antonio. I even had to steal the nine-tailed whip that my mother bought for herself.

As always, I feel alive again. His fast-to-slow paces being done so accurately and hitting my weak spots, making me even weaker and sluttier. We go for four rounds until it's time for him to go for the holly mass with the kids, a session he always has around 10:30 PM.

His little house is far from town, a house he grew up in all alone, making it hard for anyone to notice that something fishy was going on.

Antonio had a grandmother to rely on when he was young. Before he turned seventeen, she died. He had no meaning in his life so he decided to become a priest. Then he saw me.

For the first time, he felt alive. He wanted to be a man. As for me, I loved what we had. Neither a relationship nor commitment. Just something deer and simple. We don't judge each other's mistakes or sins.

Reaching the town, still inside my black Lamborghini Urus, Pablo's texts awaken my demons, again.

'I wonder how your pussy doesn't have an Instagram account, I'm sure I won't be your only follower.'

Fuck! I'm doomed. Another text makes my phone click the ding-dong ringtone.

'Jerking myself out. Wanna join?'

'The sound of your moans in my head makes my dick hard over and over again'

'Now not even jerking can calm me down, I want your wet pussy, slut'

'Where are you?'

'Let's meet at our usual place'

' I want something different. Text you the address.'

We reach the house in 45 minutes. It just was old and abandoned, my mother's old home. She was raised here. It's still a mystery how she won't want to have anything to do with it and yet she wouldn't want to sell it either, claiming it was cursed.

It was small, out of town and dusty. It was not painted either. One would say it was a house that was built just so people would not have to be homeless.

We went inside it, and then the first thing he did as he closed the door pulled me for a desperate kiss. In no time we were naked and we fucked for another four hours. That would explain how much I love this sin.

We talked and talked afterwards. I didn't even notice it was almost midnight. I had to go home. I needed to return the nine-tailed whip that I stole from Mother. What I didn't know was I would be punished again by Pablo inside the very same warehouse that my mother uses to punish sinners, getting harder and deeper unlike what he made me go through in the afternoon.

We said our goodbyes and I finally went inside. I took my shoes off to not wake Mother up. The key thing to remember, walk confidently so no one notices anything.

To my surprise, I turn on the light in my room and boom! my mom is looking me right in the eyes.

"Mother! I would seriously think a witch just got inside my room!" I make a sign of a cross, my face still looking like I've seen a ghost.

"Where have you been?"

"Out?"

"At work?"

"No Mother, I needed to clear my mind so I went to different places,"

"Like what places?"

"Mother! I can't remember every little thing I have done today! What I can tell you is my brain really needed a piece of nature," I am 33 mother. I wonder when you will ever see that.

"Okay then," She gets up from my bed. I hate it when she walks like a maniac robot, "Have a good night, sweetheart," She kisses my cheeks before exiting the room. Something has definitely happened with Anahi. Have they caught her already? If I was her, I would run away and never turn back.