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Archive name: forgive.txt (MF, mast, sacrilegious)
Authors name: Val White (val72@hotmail.com)
Story title : Forgive Me Father

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Forgive Me Father (MF, mast, sacrilegious)
By Val White (val72@hotmail.com)

***

A Priest get an earful during a routine confession by a 
pretty young parishioner.

***

Father Murphy stifled a yawn. The confessional was 
particularly dull today, nothing but old ladies telling 
how they coveted their neighbor's car and other similar 
drivel. He could usually count on one or two interesting 
tales of adultery or masturbation, but he was nearing 
the end of his time in the Box with no titillating sins 
to report.

Oh, well. At least it was nearly over and he'd be able 
to go back to the rectory for a shot of whiskey.

He was just checking his watch, debating whether or not 
he should leave even though it was ten minutes early, 
when he heard the penitent's door open and someone 
enter. He hoped the person would be quick, he was really 
looking forward to that drink.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," he heard a 
familiar female voice say.

Father Murphy's ears perked up, if this was who he 
thought it was, she was always good for a set of sins to 
make any debauched reveler proud. "Yes my child," he 
encouraged her.

"Last night I committed the sin of adultery," said the 
voice.

Father Murphy smiled to himself. It was who he had hoped 
it was! 

He knew if he asked the right questions, he'd get a real 
earful. 

"Tell me more, child. Was it a chance encounter?"

"No, Father. I'm afraid it was planned. I went to my 
fellow sinner's home to meet him there for a night of 
evil."

"A night, you say? Did you remain there the entire 
evening?"

"Yes Father," replied the woman.

"So, was there more than one sexual act?"

"I'm afraid so, Father. We knew we had all night to 
indulge ourselves, so we took our time. There was a lot 
of foreplay before we...coupled. After the first 
coupling, we continued to debase ourselves in the eyes 
of the Lord."

"Child, to repent fully your sins, you must confess 
fully. I know it is difficult, but tell me what you did 
from beginning to end."

"Oh, Father, it's so embarrassing! Our lust knew no 
limits! We committed acts so indecent that I am sure you 
will be happy to damn me to the eternal fires of hell if 
I were to repeat them here to you in the Lord's Holy 
House."

"Now, child, you know the Lord forgives all who come to 
him. Unburden your soul and remember that Jesus died on 
the cross so that you would not have to suffer for your 
sins."

"Well, Father, I arrived at his home in the early 
evening, around seven. He is unmarried and his 
housekeeper had left for the day, so we were alone. We 
went into the living room and he prepared us each a 
drink."

"An alcoholic drink? Did you get drunk?"

"Yes Father. We drank slowly at first. But later in the 
evening, when we began to feel the effects of the 
alcohol, our inhibitions were lowered and we drank 
faster. I am afraid that by the end of the night I was 
quite intoxicated."

"Child, though the confessional is not truly the place 
for counseling, I feel compelled to advise that perhaps 
if you didn't drink you would be better able to control 
your other animal urges."

"You are probably right, Father. I do appreciate your 
help. Can I continue now?" she asked.

"Yes, you may," answered the priest.

"He sat next to me on the sofa and we talked about 
inconsequential matters as we had our first drink. I am 
ashamed to admit that I lusted after his body. I... I... 
encouraged him by placing my hand in his groin. I 
massaged him there."

"What was his reaction to your attention?"

"He, um, his...penis got erect. He leaned over to kiss 
me. As he kissed me, I continued to fondle him. Soon, I 
felt his hand on my breast."

"And how did that make you feel?"

"Now, I feel nothing but shame. But last night, it sent 
wonderful tingles through my body. I could feel my 
nipples stiffen under the fabric of my blouse as he 
caressed my breasts. I longed for his hands to roam over 
my entire body."

Father Murphy felt his own cock stir at the imagery the 
penitent was painting for him. He adjusted his seating 
to make himself more comfortable. "Continue, child."

"Well, he undid the buttons to my blouse. I hadn't worn 
a bra, I know he likes that, so my breasts spilled out 
into full view. He took a moment to admire them, then 
leaned over to lick and suck the nipples. He would 
massage one with one hand while stimulating the other 
one with his mouth, then he would switch. Although I 
enjoyed his attention to my breasts, I had to see his 
cock."

Father Murphy smiled to himself at the use of the 
colloquial language. He knew from past experience with 
this woman that she struggled to keep her language 
restrained in the confessional. But once there was a 
small leak in the dam, it wasn't long before her resolve 
burst and her descriptions became more suited to 
Penthouse than to a church. "Did you act on your 
impulse?"

"Yes, Father, I did. I pulled away from him and reached 
down to undo his pants. He kicked off his shoes as I 
pulled his pants and underwear down. In moments I had 
his...organ fully exposed."

Father Murphy was disappointed to hear her regain 
control. Perhaps a well thought out question could push 
her back to the vernacular. "Was he aroused?"

"Yes! He was as hard as a baseball bat! I ran my hand up 
and down his shaft as he removed his shirt. When he was 
completely naked we stood up and he removed my skirt and 
panties. We were both naked and we embraced again. I 
could feel his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my ass, 
and his hard cock pressing against my stomach."

"You seem to have a preoccupation with the male 
genitals. Do you find yourself fixating on them? Is your 
sexual partner of larger than average size? These things 
may point to a sexual addiction, which you could seek 
professional help for."

"Oh, my, Father. My experience with men is rather 
limited. I believe he is slightly larger than average. I 
think you may have a point though. I certainly love the 
look and feel of his cock. To stroke it in my hands, run 
my tongue over the head, contact of any sort causes my 
body to react lustfully."

"And was your body reacting lustfully when he held you 
with his penis pressing into your stomach?"

She hesitated slightly before answering. "Yes Father."

"How did you react?"

"My vagina became moist. I asked him to...lick me."

"Did he?"

"Yes, he did. He got on his knees in front of me and I 
parted my legs slightly. He spread my outer lips apart 
and licked at my opening. This caused more of my fluid 
to flow. Soon, his face was pressed against my cunt and 
he licked madly at me. I moaned and yelled as I forced 
my hot quim down on his face. He began to fingerfuck 
me...Oh Father! Forgive me!"

"Don't worry, child. If it easier for you to speak using 
common language, the Lord will understand. All that 
matters is that you confess these sins so that you may 
be forgiven."

"Thank you, Father. He inserted first one finger into my 
pussy, then another. He continued to lick my clit as he 
slid his fingers in and out of my snatch. I could feel 
my orgasm building as he stimulated me with his hands 
and mouth. I yelled out as my body exploded. My knees 
almost let go, but he helped support me with his face on 
my cunt and his free hand on my ass. My cunt cream 
flowed out of my hole down onto my lover's face as I 
regained my composure."

"Then what happened?" asked Father Murphy as he began to 
rub his own stiff prick through his pants.

"He stood up again and I licked my own fluids from his 
face. Then..."

"Do you enjoy the taste of your vaginal secretions?"

""Yes, Father. I am ashamed to admit that when I'm 
alone, I sometimes masturbate with my fingers and lick 
the honey from them."

"Interesting," said Father Murphy as he undid the zipper 
to his trousers. He freed his prick from the confines of 
his underwear and grasped the shaft in his hand.

"Well, after kissing him for a few minutes, I knelt in 
front of him and admired his steely dong. I licked a 
drop of precum from the pee slit, enjoying the salty 
taste. I then rubbed the head of his cock all over my 
face. I took the glans into my mouth and sucked hard. I 
could tell he really liked that because he bucked his 
hips forward. I took more of his shaft down my throat 
and started rubbing his balls. 

When I had him deep throated, I started bobbing my head 
back and forth, fucking my mouth with his prick. I 
reached behind him and rubbed his ass with my hand. Just 
when I had a good pace going, he said 'Get on your 
knees, bitch. I want to fuck that hot cunt of yours.' I 
didn't waste any time. I shamelessly got down on all 
fours and arched my back, wiggling my ass in the air."

Father Murphy took a ragged breath. 'Oh, my child, you 
are truly a sinner. Be happy that Jesus loves you." He 
stroked his stiff pecker a little faster as he imagined 
the sight of this woman's nude backside waving 
invitingly in front of his face.

"Yes, I am a sinner. I continued sinning by screaming in 
ecstasy as my partner got down on the floor with me and 
shoved his fuckpole into my hot box. He fucked me hard 
and long. He would pull out until only the end of his 
lovely cock remained in my quim, and then he'd slam 
forward and bury his tool to the hilt. I matched him 
stroke for stroke, pushing my ass back to meet his 
penetrating thrusts. Our bodies slapped together. I 
then...I...oh, Father, I'm so ashamed!"

Father Murphy said, "All humans sin. The only shame is 
in not repenting before our Lord." He was now playing 
with his balls as he continued jerking off to this 
incredible story.

"Of course, Father, you're right. I begged him to stick 
his finger into my anus. I said 'Finger my ass! I want 
you to fill both my holes!' My partner was as depraved 
as I was. I can only pray to the Lord that he begs for 
forgiveness for his sins. He stuck a finger into my 
rectum and began sliding it in and out as he continued 
screwing my wet twat."

"I loved the feeling of having both my holes filled by 
this man. The feelings were so intense, I came again. My 
cunt walls clamped down on his steely prick and my 
sphincter tightened on his invading finger and I shook 
all over. I heard him groan and then I felt his seed 
splash into my cunt. Spurt after spurt of his jism 
filled my honey pot. Finally, we collapsed on the floor, 
he on top of me."

Father Murphy struggled to regain control of himself. 
Her description of their mutual orgasm was the straw 
that broke the camel's back for him, and he had shot his 
load on the wall of the confessional. Breathing heavily, 
he pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the cum from 
the wall as he asked "And is that all, my child?"

"No, Father, I'm afraid not. After cumming together, we 
got into sixty-nine position."

Father Murphy feigned ignorance. "Sixty-nine? What's 
that?"

"Um, well, he got on his back and I crawled on top of 
him, straddling his face. I sucked his cock as he licked 
my cunt. We sucked our mingled juices off each other. 
Soon, he was hard again and we went to bed with a bottle 
of wine. We drank and fucked again before we went to 
sleep in each others arms."

"Well, child, these are serious sins. You will have to 
say three full rosaries to atone. Once you do your 
penance, you will be absolved."

"Thank you, Father."

"Go in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy 
Ghost."

"Amen."

"Will you be visiting me again tonight?" asked the 
priest.

"Yes, Father."

"Don't wear any panties this time. I find the thought of 
your juicy cunt bare to the night air to be most 
invigorating."

"Very well, Father. Perhaps you can fuck my ass 
tonight?"

"OK, but you better say a couple of extra rosaries. 
You're going to have a lot of catching up to do!"

END

If you liked this story, e-mail me at val72@hotmail.com

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