My pastor told me to go to sex addicts anonymous after catching me with the organist's cum on my face. [F40 M38 F 38] [Oral] [Masturbation] [Confession] [Facial]

I know this all sounds so typical… a sordid affair among the church choir.  But it really wasn’t like that… definitely not what I’d call an “affair.”

This is what I was trying to explain to Rev. Sarah, anyway… Her office was warm, lined with books and pictures of church picnics, little paper angels made by children. There was a window open behind her desk letting a cool breeze in. I was nervous… I mean, how many times does someone switch churches in their life?

But Sarah was great… Progressive. Friendly. And she seemed like the least judgmental clergy I’d ever met.  She gave me a soft smile and leaned forward on her elbows. “You said you and Phil just moved here? New start?”

I had to laugh, shake my head. “Yeah. Um. It’s kind of stupid, really. Phil got offered the transfer, but I think…” I looked away, my cheeks warm. “I dunno… It seems like there was almost a plan to this. The timing of his transfer was… coincidental?.”

Sarah waited. She was so comfortable to be around!

I remember my hands gripping my knees. “So. This is… God, it’s embarrassing. But you said I could be honest, right?”

“Absolutely. No judgment here, Penny.”

My voice was shaky… “Yeah, so… there was an “incident.”  With the organist. And it was my fault… entirely. Which everyone seemed so ready to accept…”

“Penny, stuff happens all the time. You’re in good company… And you can share as much as you want with me. Or none at all. You and Phil are welcome here, regardless.”

“Right… yeah, well you’re the first one I've heard say that. See, Sarah, I'm sorry to have to share this with you, but it's why we moved...  See... I haven’t been able to stop thinking about sex. For a long time now. All the time. And it sucks because Phil, well he just wants to sleep. Or watch the game. I lay there aching. I use my vibrator, or my hand, sometimes both, legs up, pillow over my mouth so I don’t scream. Sometimes I want him to wake up and watch me, see what he’s missing. He never does.”

“Our pastor told me what I needed was Sex Addicts Anonymous. He actually printed out meeting times and slid them across his desk, like he was giving me a map. I walked out of his office feeling more broken and alone than ever.

Sarah’s lips pressed together a bit, and she nodded ever so slightly.

I remember thinking I should have felt more uncomfortable... I mean, I sure was in our other church.  But instead it felt like the wetness that was forming in my panties was perfectly normal. Like Sarah and I were just watching a show or at bible study or something.

“It got so bad I started doing it everywhere, Sarah... my hands were... are... always in my panties. Or I'm tugging on a nipple under my jacket."

And in fact, I was doing just that at that moment... my fingers had drifted into my jacket and had teased my left nipple into a hard peak.

I blushed, pulling my hand back into the light.

Sarah nods, "So tell me what happened at church that has you so upset." My God, this woman!

I find myself scootching back into my chair, pulling my panties tight between my legs as I told her all of it.

“Well, I sing in the choir, or at least I try to sing. Anyway, for the last few months I found myself sitting in the back as close to the organ pipes as I could.  If I sat just right I could feel them vibrate through me. My nipples would get so hard I’d have to pinch them, I'd rock back and forth pulling my panties against my clit like I was in school... I'd try not to squirm, but it was half the reason I was there!"

"Oh, Sarah...  I’d get so close, so wet, I could smell myself every time I stood up."

" And one night, I just, God, I couldn’t help it. I stayed after, alone with Oliver, our organist. He’s, he’s not... I mean, he's not the kind of guy women hit on very often, but he was the one playing the organ, and I wanted him, and I wanted him to want me!”

I was rocking in the chair now, legs pressing together, hips moving. Sarah’s eyes are calm but fixed on me, not missing a thing. She puts her chin in her palm.. ."Uh huh... It feels like I'm there Penny... Go on."

I thought I should whisper, but it came out much louder than I intended, “Sarah, I crawled under the organ bench, squeezed in between the pedals and his legs, right in that patch of worn out carpet. My face right in his lap looking up at him. I could smell how nervous he was, I could my self too... but it felt so good looking at him!"

"Anyway I undid his pants, as he just sat there stammering and getting all red.  I pulled his cock out of his briefs. he wasn't exactly big, but he got hard, and that felt so good... just having someone hard for me! And I wanted... needed to make him cum. Yeah, I needed it... just to feel needed.”

I was so comfortable I let my fingers slip under my pants, pressing into my panties, right over my clit. I gasp, can’t help it. And Sarah didn't flinch... it's like she almost leaned forward further.

“I licked him, Sarah... Straight up his shaft. It was cramped and awkward, but I wasn't going to stop. I got my mouth over his head, and all of a sudden I was salivating like crazy! I started to drool over his head as I mouthed at him. I could hear myself slurping.  His hands grabbed onto the sides of his bench."

I had my other hand stuffed into my panties, or pulling them aside... but I was frantic on my clitoris as I tried to get a finger into me at the same time. I was making these little noises, sucking him , drooling, not even caring it was running down my neck. I just wanted him to cum for me.”

In Sarah's office, my chair was creaking, barely holding it together. “It didn't take long... He started rocking forward, pushing his cock into my mouth, his legs shaking. I was rubbing my clit so fast, about to cum, I just needed it, I needed him to… ” I gasped, and my eyes rolled up as the memory hit.

My thighs clamped around my hand, pushing it into my pussy. “He came, Sarah. God, it just all came out! Like all of it, so much, it was hot and thick, hitting my tongue, my face, dripping down my chin. I swallowed as much as I could, but it was everywhere, and I was rubbing my clit so hard, and I just… oh, fuck, I…” And that's when I came in front of my new minister... I was lucky I didn't break my wrist between my thighs!

“Oh… oh God, Sarah! I’m… oh, fuck, I'm sorry. I’m cumming, I’m…” Every muscle went tight. My fingers grinding into my clit, panties absolutely soaked, my thighs quivering, the aftershocks rolling through me so hard I bit my lip to keep from screaming.

My vision was blurred, pants and panties soaked. “I came, right there, under the bench, cum all over me, my own pussy throbbing, my hand sticky, my mouth open... looking up at his red face. All I wanted was him to see me. That I'd done that for him.

And that's when the youth director walked in. Thank God she was alone! She saw everything. Oliver still had his cock out. I was still moaning, and slurping cum from my fingers. I looked right at her and I couldn’t stop. I wanted to crawl inside myself and die. Or cum again. Or both..."

I looked up at Sarah, tears in my eyes, panting, heart racing. My hand still pressed between my legs.

Sarah just smiles, her voice so gentle it almost hurts. And I notice her hand is inside her blazer.

“Oh, Penny. You precious child of God. You are welcome here. And Phil too... you’re just alive. And you are in good company. I think you’re going to make some very, very good friends here.”

My body was still trembling, but not from shame or embarrassment. For the first time in months, I feel something like hope.