Return to Confession

I drove up to the Church. I was nervous, like more nervous than I had been in years. I haven't been to church since I was 17. I checked my face in the mirror one last time. I had light makeup on, with some subtle eyeliner. I didn't want to overdue it with the sluttiness. Yet.

*In terms of description. I am a slender redhead. Extremely pale skin with blue eyes. My breasts are big but not huge (34C) and I have a nice shape to my ass. I am 5'6" and about 115-120 lbs*

I looked around the parking lot and it was totally empty. I opened my door and stepped out, my black 4" heel hitting the ground and sounding louder than I expected. I went to the trunk to grab my peacoat so no one would see how short my skirt was, or how low cut my top was. I tossed my hair to get it out from under the collar of the coat, took a deep breath and walked to the church, my heels clicking with each step.

I stopped at the entrance, noticing the ornate doors. I ran a well-manicured finger around the handle and slowly pulled it open. I walked inside and looked around furtively. For a half second, I thought I was wrong, I thought no one was there. Then I saw him. He was up on the pulpit with his back to me. I smirked to myself, thinking that for a man in his 40's he looked to be in good shape.

I walked slowly, and as quietly as I could, to the front row and kneeled in front of the seats pretending to pray. I kept my lids half closed. This way I could watch him and not be noticed. I saw him turn around and see me. I saw him look me up and down when he thought no one would notice. I smiled inwardly from my knees and finally looked up and made eye contact. He was startled, and averted his gaze, pretending to make himself busy by cleaning up.

"Father?" I said. He turned around slowly and cleared his throat. His face has a few more lines, but he's the same Father Harker I remember. Way too attractive to be a priest. He stands about 6 feet tall and his body is toned, without being overly muscled.

"Yes, my child," he answered walking down to me. At the word "child," I was immediately aroused. I suddenly felt I had made a mistake when I, at your suggestion didn't wear any panties. At this point, he stood next to me, with me on my knees. Something I had fantasized about, but innocent so far. I looked up at him innocently.

"Do you remember me, Father Harker?" He looked at me again, this time scrutinizing my appearance. I saw realization him like a ton of bricks, and I saw him flush red. I lowered my gaze and saw a thick bulge in his black slacks.

"No, my child, I don't remember you. You're not a regular parishioner."

"No, Father, I haven't been here in five years." He flushed again. "May I confess my sins?" I saw him look around to make sure no one was there. He coughed to clear his throat again, running his fingers through his thick, dark hair. I was at eye level, and saw his bulge grow ever so slightly.

"Of course, my child. The confessional is in the back corner over there. I will meet you there in a few moments." I slowly stood up and faced him, dwarfed by his height and mass.

I nodded and walked back to the confessional. I let my hips sway when I felt his eyes on me. I entered the confessional and sat down. I was immediately flooded, both literally and figuratively by memories of confession 5 years ago. I hiked up my skirt, leaned back, and slowly inserted my index finger into my shaved, wet cunt. It slipped in so easy, and I could hear my juices. I began to rub my clit with my thumb as I felt waves of pleasure wash over me. I slowly slipped my middle finger in as well, and I felt that I was tight. I thought to myself "If that bulge is as big as I think, I won't be tight for long." Just as I was about to really start fucking myself, I heard the door on the other side open. I withdrew my fingers, quickly licked them clean, and rearranged my skirt to a more respectful position. I sat with my legs crossed, so he could get a good view of my upper thigh if he opened the slat. I also pulled my top down a little bit more, so my black bra was showing the slightest bit.

He entered the booth and sat down. "My child, what sins do you wish to confess?"

"There are so many Father, I don't know where to start."

"What is bothering you?"

"Well, Father, I used to come in here five years ago to confess my sexual sins. I believe that you remember." I could hear him shifting uncomfortably. "But Father, it has gotten much worse."

"W-worse? What do you mean?"

"I think I'm addicted to fu- I mean sex, Father, I'm addicted to sex. I can't stop. And what's worse, I don't think I even want to stop."

"Well, sex is a natural part of life, and a gift from God."

"I doubt you would say that if you knew more about what I did." At this point he turned, and I heard the slat sliding open. I saw him see me and heard the intake of breath.

"What is it that you've done?"

"Well, to be honest, I can't even tell you how many partners I've had. Many men, and even more women. Plus, I have a boyfriend, but I am not faithful."

"That is b-bad," he choked out, struggling with the final word.

"Yes, Father I know. But I love sex so much. I love cum- I mean climaxing. Nothing else feels so good. And I have so many fantasies, Father. So many that I want to live out. But people would judge me. Hell, they already do." I was silent and noticed that he didn't react to the word hell, but I heard his breath become ragged.

"What fantasies are you talking about?" he paused. "So I can determine your penance, of course." I pretended to blush and looked at the floor.

"I couldn't possibly tell you, sir."

"You will tell me now." At this I gasped outloud. I was remembering him ordering me to pleasure myself five years ago. Against my will seemingly, my legs uncrossed and slightly spread apart.

"It's you, Father. You that I have been fantasizing about." In the quiet, I heard the subtle sound of a zipper being pulled. I desperately wanted to look through the hole but stopped myself. I needed him to do this. "I remember five years ago, when you told me to pleasure myself in penance. I want to do it again for you, Father." I heard the unmistakable sound of his cock being stroked, but slowly.

"My child, this is wrong. What we did was wrong. It must never happen again." I was crushed, for just a moment.

"But Father, it would not feel so good if it was wrong." I slowly hiked up my skirt, and then placed my heels on either side of the slat, displaying my glistening wet pussy for him. "I ache for you, Father," I moaned as I slipped a finger inside and slowly pumped it in and out. With my free hand, I pulled my top down, exposing a black lacy bra. I rubbed my right breast and moaned again. I heard him pick up the pace while stroking himself.

He stopped suddenly. "How dare you!? Don't you know this is a holy place?" If I had not heard him stroking, I would have been afraid, as his voice was rough, loud, and echoed.

"I'm sorry Father, I can't stop myself. I need your penance." I heard his door swing open. I still wasn't sure if I was going to get what I wanted, or get thrown out of the church.

I felt him standing outside the door. I don't know if he was looking around, or was hesitating because of his vow. Finally, he opened the door slowly, exposing me to outside view. One of my tits was out and I had two fingers furiously fucking my wet pussy. "Please, Father," I moaned. He walked inside the tight space and closed the door. I took the picture in. He was still fully dressed. But his body was tensed either in anger or arousal, or both. I looked down and his cock was inside his pants, but rock hard and huge. I saw the outline pressed against his body, almost uncomfortably.

"Put your clothes on and stand up, little girl." I immediately obeyed. I stood up, tucked my breast back in my bra and under my top. I pulled my skirt back to its usual length and stood straight in front of him. He stepped closer to me. "Of course I remember you. How could I forget the high school slut who used to come in here and detail her exploits to a man who has sworn celibacy? Such a cruel girl. It might be time to finally teach you a lesson." On the word lesson, his hand shot out and grabbed a handful of my hair. "I haven't had a blowjob since the night before I took the oath. Look at what you've done!" He pulled me down to my knees by my hair. My mouth opened in reaction.

I felt my knees hit the cold ground, and felt my juices trickle down my thigh. "Take it out," he said simply. I reached up, and unbuttoned his pants. I slowly unzipped him, watching his cock jump inside his pants. I rubbed it through the fabric, feeling it pulse and grow. I smiled up at him as he moaned with his eyes closed. I carefully reached in and grasped the shaft. I immediately gasped at the thickness. I finally pulled it out. I was kind of in awe. I didn't think I would get this lucky when it came to size. It was hard to tell without measuring, but I would guess he was between 8-9". But one of the thickest I have seen. I took a moment to simply admire it. I cupped his balls and let it point straight out at me proudly. I ran a nail along the pulsing vein down the center, and ran it to the head. A drop of precum stuck to my finger and I tasted it slowly.

I massaged his balls as I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around his head. I picked up his heavy cock and ducked underneath to lick his balls. God the smell and the taste! So masculine. I ran my tongue on the underside of his cock, back up the head. Then I smiled and swallowed the head quickly. I heard a sharp intake of breath from him. I inhaled sharply on the head, savoring his flavor. I began stroking him into my mouth, slowly taking him deeper. "Oh my God," he moaned. I smiled at this particular comment, and started sliding him into my throat. At this point I was about five inches deep, and slobbering all over his beautiful cock. I looked up at him making eye contact as I took two more inches into my throat. "Holy shit, no one has ever done that." I almost laughed as I took him balls deep, his balls resting on my chin. "Oh fuck," he groaned as he started slowly pumping my throat back and forth. I fought back the instinct to gag, as I relaxed my throat and let my saliva flow.

"I always knew you were a little slut. I knew you weren't all talk. I wanted to do this for years. Finally." At this comment, he picked up the pace. He started fucking my face. One of the hardest I've ever had, I think it was all that pent up energy. "Do you know how many times I've jacked off thinking of you, Megan? God damn it!" And with that, he filled my throat with his cum. I struggled to swallow it all. As he withdrew his cock, a little trickled out of the side of my mouth. I quickly flicked my tongue out and caught it, savoring it. I could tell from the look on his face that he enjoyed that a lot.

Part of me was a little disappointed that he came so soon. I looked up at him again, still smiling. "Take off your skirt, you little slut." From my knees, I unzipped the zipper on my right hip. I stood up slowly and turned around. I bent over and inched it down, giving him a show of my round perky ass. I stepped out of it with my heels still on. "Sit on the bench." I sat down quickly. Before I could cross my legs, he ordered, "spread your legs like you used to do." I, of course, acquiesced. Before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees between my legs.

"You know you don't have to repay the favor." He smiled and leaned in, inhaling my scent. He licked the outside of my lips, sending shudders up my spine. He slipped two fingers in and immediately began sucking on my clit. My legs immediately closed around his head and I began to grind on his lips. Probably because I was already so wet, I came almost immediately. Almost like he knew it was coming he reached up and stuck his fingers in my mouth to quiet me.

At this point, I reached down between his legs and found a surprise. He was hard again. But like really hard. It felt like I was gripping steel, but hot steel. "Please Father Harker, give this sinner what she has wanted for five years. Bless me Father." Then I saw his face change. I saw raw desire pass over his face.

"You sure you want that little girl? I haven't fucked anyone in 15 years. I have a lot to get out of my system."

I moaned out loud. "Please fuck me Father, please!"

"Place your palms on the bench, you little slut." I obeyed as quickly as I could. I could feel the cold wood of the bench pressing into my hands. My ass high in the air, begging to be fucked. I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy. I braced myself and it's a good thing that I did. He did not tease me. He slammed the entire length of his rock hard cock inside me to the hilt. Against my wishes, I screamed out loud. He ripped me back by my hair. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. You're gonna get us caught." I nodded in agreement. I felt him moving around. He pulled his white clerical collar out and stuffed it in my mouth. He began pounding me as hard as he could. I moaned while gritting my teeth against the collar. As he stretched me, I could feel my orgasm building. I started bucking back against him until he pushed me over the edge.

"Oh fuck," I grunted through the collar. My cunt clenched as I came on his thick cock and my legs began to shake. I heard him laugh happily. He slowly pulled out inch by inch.

"Lay on the ground." I laid on the ground and spread my legs, my heels in the air. He undid his shirt and pulled off the rest of his clothes. He place my legs on his shoulders and then pushed his cock back inside my pussy. I braced my hands against the floor.

"Fuck me, Father. Never stop. I need your holy cock." With my legs on his shoulders, he somehow pushed even deeper inside me. As he damn near smashed my cervix, it was painful but wonderful. I found myself getting dizzy as I came over and over, drenching his cock with my juices.

"Oh fuck, you hot little bitch. Get on your fucking knees again," he said as he ripped his cock out of me. I scrambled to my knees while fingering my sloppy wet cunt for him.

He stroked his massive tool in my face slowly, teasing me. I reached up to swallow him again. "Not a chance, slut. Suck on my balls, now." I reacted quickly and tongued his balls as he stroked faster and faster. "Oh, you dirty fucking whore, you can't get enough, can you?"

I shook my head while sucking each ball deep in my mouth. "Oh fuck,," he groaned. He pulled me back by my hair again and stroked long in front of my face. I was eye to eye with his cock and saw the tiniest drop of cum well up on his head. He pinched the head and then let loose.

The first blast hit me on the tongue. The second hit my cheek, hard. Then, several ropes hit my in the forehead and on my pushed up tits. "Oh, Father, thank you." I moaned as I swallowed more and rubbed it into my tits.

"Thank you, my little sinner. I'll be back to help you clean up. Stay. Here." He left and quickly returned with a towel. I cleaned up as best as I could quickly. "And now for your penance, Megan." I looked up at him quizzically. You will come here once a month at this time to tell me about and pay for your sins.

I smiled broadly. "Yes, Father Harker."

Fully dressed and as put together as possible, I took my walk of shame to the car. Luckily, no one was in the parking lot, so I got in my car and drove home.