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Oh What A Job To Be A Priest Listening To Confessions
by Bhuralund (bhuralund@gmail.com)

***

I was asked to assist new trainee ex-convicts-turned-
priests in listening to confessions, and my first 
assignment was with 45-year-old black former rapist 
Troy. He helped a poor woman believe that she hadn't 
really cheated on her husband by letting her 
demonstrate her sins live, the only problem was she 
turned out of be my wife. (MMF, cheating-wife, bi, 
intr, cuck)

***

The priest at the church we go to was very stressed 
after two of his colleagues died because of a sudden 
illness one after another. There were only three of 
them in the first place. I am a devout catholic and 
very religious. I am also very friendly with him so I 
tried to be agreeable to him when he asked me to assist 
his new trainee priests. Most of the duties were not 
very difficult to comprehend and follow but he was 
unsure when it came to confessions. 

"They are inexperienced in this sort of thing and may 
lack maturity in their responses during confessions," 
he explained before requested me to volunteer to be 
with them during confessions. 

My eyes widened at his suggestion as confessions are 
confessions and one shouldn't meddle with the process 
but he insisted and I agreed to be with the new 
priests. But I was to be a silent participant and only 
supposed to gesture with my hands if what they were 
saying was okay or not so that they would get the cue 
and change their response accordingly. After I agreed, 
he was relieved and introduced me to the three new 
trainees.

The church was part of a government initiative to 
rehabilitate convicts from the prisons and my church 
had got the three trainees from a far away church. It 
was a good idea as if they were not local parishners 
would never recognize and question them. The first one 
was a dark Pakistani named Abdul who was just released 
after a prolonged investigation about his involvement 
in a terrorist attack. The other two were black – 
Jeremy and Troy – who had just finished time for raping 
seven women.

So I was a bit intimidated when I was introduced to the 
three large dark men. Their handshakes were firm and my 
hand seemed tiny in their paw like iron-hard grips.

My first assignment was with Troy. Although 45, he was 
in perfect state of fitness – his shiny black skin 
healthy and his biceps and neck muscles rippling. He 
was wearing the customary robe cuffed at the neck and 
as we stepped in the confession cubicle, I had to 
slowly get used to his body odor – nothing foul 
smelling, I must say but a bit tangy and acrid like 
stale sweat and musk mixed together. The cubicle was 
rather small so it was a tight squeeze. 

There was a thick black curtain hanging as partition. 
They couldn't fit another chair so they had provided a 
cushion for me to sit. As we were waiting for the first 
confession, I had this overwhelming urge to fall asleep 
especially after the long-winded sermon. And Troy's 
thick muscular thighs could have been a nice pillow I 
chuckled to myself and fought the sleep off.

One guy walked in and started rambling about how he had 
been unfair to his children and now felt guilty blah, 
blah, blah. I was surprised that Troy was very kind and 
considerate in his responses. He looked at me for 
approval and I gave him the thumbs-up sign. He was 
doing very well till the seventh confession, it was 
close to dinner time and dim lights were switched on. A 
woman walked in and sat silently for a while. Troy 
encouraged her to confess and finally she spoke in 
whispers.

"Father, I have sinned and am guilt ridden for doing 
so."

Troy: "What pray tell me, have you sinned, my dear 
child?"

After some hesitation and further cajoling from Troy, 
the woman whispered: "I may have cheated on my husband 
father."

Troy: "You do not seem sure, my dear."

"I don't know father and I am dying of my dilemma."

Troy: "If you tell me, I could help, my dear."

"Father, my dilemma is that I was not involved 
willingly. So is that considered cheating?"

Troy: "If you want me to help understand the dilemma 
better, speak up, my dear. Have no fear."

She whispered: "A few weeks ago a man molested me."

Troy: "Molested you? Did he touch you somewhere?"

"Yes."

Troy: "Where?"

"Ahem...well, on my body."

Troy: "Where on your body?"

"On my breast...ugh...chest."

Troy: "But you were wearing clothes?"

"Umm...actually no."

Troy: "So this man touched your bare chest? How did 
that happen?"

"I was at home showering when the doorbell rang. I 
opened the door in my towel. There was man with a 
letter. Just when I reached to take the letter, my 
towel fell down."

Troy: "I see. So the man accidentally touched your bare 
chest while he was passing the letter to you?"

"Err...not really father. I had already taken the 
letter from him but I forgot to pick up the towel."

Troy: "So? Did you pick up the towel later?"

"Since my hands were busy, I had no choice but to ask 
him to pick it up for me father. Then I asked him to 
wrap it around me. So when he was wrapping the towel 
around me, he touched my breasts."

Troy, I could see, had handled the situation very well 
so far but now he was getting a bit restless. I could 
see beads of perspiration on his high, shining black 
forehead. And I couldn't blame him, I too was getting a 
bit excited with her confession, the way it was 
unfolding so to encourage Troy to go on I nodded and 
gave him the thumbs up again. He wiped his brow with 
the hem of his robe. When he was done, his robe fell 
off his thighs and I saw his tree-trunk thick black 
thighs. The sod was not wearing any trousers underneath 
his flowing robe. Troy: "So he tied the towel around 
you, and touched your breasts in the process and then 
left?"

"Oh no father. He didn't leave immediately. Actually, 
his hands were trembling a bit and the knot of the 
towel opened again. So I had no choice but to ask him 
to tie it again. And then he touched my breasts again."

Troy: "That's it then? Did he leave?"

"I wish he had left but just then the phone rang and 
that sort of scared me and I jumped. As I jumped the 
towel fell down again and because the floor was wet 
slightly I slipped and fell on the man. I am plain 
lucky that he caught me before I hit the head on the 
floor. Again, his hands landed on my breasts."

Troy: "You mean both hands?"

"No. Only one hand was on the breast. The other hand 
was holding me from between my legs. I think in his 
rush to stop my fall he just grasped whatever came in 
his hands."

Troy: "So what exactly was he grasping with the other 
hand?"

"Father, that's my dilemma. His palm was on 
my...my...how do you say?...my mound."

Troy: "Mound? What the fu... I mean what's that?" I 
tugged at Troy's robe to admonish him but that only 
made the robe fall all the way to the side revealing 
his entire hairy leg. The other side of the robe also 
fell to the other edge and I came face to face with a 
lazy but very fat and long uncut cock peeking from 
under Troy's sexy black thong. I pinched myself to see 
it I was not dreaming. Troy was indeed wearing a tiny 
black thong. His black balls were spilled over one to 
each side of the thing and his giant cock – was 
completely extended out from the side of the thong.

"Sorry father, I meant my vagina. I really can't blame 
the poor man for what happened afterwards because I 
keep my pubic hair shaved so the vagina-mound was 
smooth and slippery because of the water. I would like 
to think that is why one of his fingers slipped inside 
my vagina while he was trying to hold me."

Troy: "You are saying that his finger went up your 
twat... I mean vagina while he was saving you... 
hmmm... now that doesn't seem like cheating to me. Go 
on..." I could see that Troy was enjoying his role as a 
priest and although I was a bit intimidated by his 
horsecock which was continually growing up and was 
dangerously close to my mouth, I was rock hard. I had 
never imagined myself in such a situation and although 
I am not gay or anything, I was fiercely fascinated by 
this new black priest's humungous cock swaying in air 
with each sentence of the woman's whispered confession.

"Thanks father I am so relieved to hear that you don't 
feel it was like cheating. Although I must confess that 
I am not sure now whether it was just one finger inside 
my vagina or a few. I was breathing really hard and he 
must have thought that I was having convulsions or 
something so he tried to listen to my heartbeat. But 
the way we were positioned, he accidentally put his 
mouth to my breast. To help him hear my heartbeat so 
that he would go away, I put the nipple of my other 
breast in his ear. 

"He must be a little hard of hearing because he didn't 
hear a thing even though I continued to rub my nipple 
in and around his ears. In fact, instead of calming me 
down, he started groaning himself and I had to caress 
his back and behind to soothe him down."

Troy uncuffed the collar of his robe and pulled it 
open, revealing a broad chest rippling with muscles 
under its heavy coat of kinky curly black hair. Then he 
started massaging his broad black nipples and asked: 
"Go on child, you did the right thing to soothe him 
down as he was only trying to help you. So how long did 
you soothe him by massaging his ass...I mean back."

"Thank you father. Actually not long as I was afraid 
someone might see us in this situation and 
misunderstand. So I asked him to carry me to the 
lounge. Fortunately he was so strong and smart that he 
carried me like a rag doll and at the same time latched 
the front door too. Then he threw me on the lounge."

Troy (now his black cock was rock hard and a thick 
dollop of pre-cum was rolling down slowly along its 
long and fat shaft...he was slowly pumping his shaft): 
"Oh sweet Jesus. How could he throw you like that? 
That's a sin."

"Oh no father, don't blame him. He was in a hurry as he 
had another parcel to deliver. I think he just wanted 
to help me as fast as possible. He would have surely 
gone but I was very uncomfortable after he abruptly 
pulled his three fingers out of my pus...vagina. I was 
dry and as he pulled out his thick and long fingers, he 
might have caused some abrasion and I cried out loudly. 
Poor thing, he was in such a tearing hurry that he 
couldn't ask me where some cream was and just dropped 
down to his knees and quickly smeared some of thick 
gooey saliva all over my pus...vagina."

Troy now pulled the robe completely off. He also pulled 
his thong off and threw it on my face, giving me a 
wink. I smelt his strong black musk from the thong and 
my cock tented up. Then he said: "its okay darling, use 
whatever words you are comfortable with. Remember it's 
your confession so you should be at ease with the words 
you are using. So he smeared his spit on your pussy 
with his hands?"

"Thanks father. Nope the wretched man started smearing 
his saliva straight from his mouth. In fact his mouth 
was clamped tightly all over my pussy mouth. But I must 
say it was calmed my pussy down a bit. But I have this 
medical condition where if I get a little horny, my 
pussy starts itching deep inside and then it can make 
me very uncomfortable. Unfortunately, as he was 
soothing my bruised pussy with his thick nigger lips, I 
started getting aroused. I think that's my sin."

Troy: "No way honey. Any human being would have reacted 
the same way. I can only imagine how you must be 
feeling at that moment...I am a nigger myself and I 
know we are very good at making women aroused using our 
thick nigger tongues...so I won't blame you at all for 
feeling horny with that black delivery man. He was the 
one sinning...it was his duty to calm your horniness 
down completely with his tongue or with any other body 
part that could do the job. I hope he didn't sin 
completely and leave you high and dry with an itchy 
pussy?"

"No father. He was a good devout man. As he felt me 
squirming under his mouth he got up and pulled out his 
cock. Father, I must tell you. I was shocked to see 
such a nice specimen of a cock. It was huge father, I 
can't tell you how big it was but I thought that was 
the first real cock I have seen."

Troy: "Oh fuck. That sounds awesome. I have been in 
that situation before where I had to service...I mean 
help a damsel like you in distress. Even I would not 
bother taking off all the clothes. So how big was he?"

"I would say 10 inches long and still counting. But he 
was very wide –about six inches and that's why I got 
scared. Because it was not really rock hard to soothe 
the deep seated itchiness in my pussy, I offered to 
help him by making it harder."

Troy: "That's blood good of you. But how did you manage 
that?"

"He helped me decide the method. I was really confused 
but when he came closer and pushed his cock in my 
parted mouth, I knew that was the best thing to do in 
the circumstance. I sucked his cock till he was rock 
hard."

Troy pulled on his cock slowly and kept spreading his 
pre-cum all over its shiny head and glistening black 
shaft. Slowly the smell of sex rose in the tiny 
cubicle. I could also hear the wet sounds of Troy's 
black hand going up and down his wet shaft. He said: 
"How long did you suck that black cock and how much of 
the 10 inches could you take in?"

"Don't underestimate me father. I deep-throated him 
down to his smelly and kinky pubic hair and I sucked 
him for a full ten minutes before he was ready to fuck 
me... I mean to soothe my pussy. Father? May I ask what 
this smell is about... because when the black man was 
making me suck his cock... it was a similar sort of 
funky, musky aroma that filled my nostrils... and I 
hope I am not sinning if I tell you that I am starting 
to feel that same itchiness deep inside my pus... pussy 
that I felt at the moment when I was blowing his black 
man-meat."

Troy: "Ummm... Don't misunderstand me child but I am in 
a same condition as the man whose cock you were sucking 
and it is getting a bit painful."

"Father, if you like I can relieve you of the painful 
condition. But I worry it may be a sin I am 
committing."

Troy: "Oh no way honey. You will just be helping a 
suffering priest in any case, it would be a sin for you 
and me to see each other so my friend here can assist 
you," then Troy spoke to me, "BL can you please pull 
the curtain over my cock? If you do this then both the 
lady and I will not have committed the sin." I stood up 
on my knees and pulled the curtain in such a manner 
that Troy's lower body was now exposed to the woman. 

In the process Troy's cock slapped my face and I had to 
hold it off to avoid any contact. I think the woman was 
in a rush because I was still holding Troy's throbbing 
large cock when the woman's mouth descended eagerly on 
his cock. She started sucking like a cum-hungry bitch 
in heat. She even sucked some of my fingers in the 
process.

"BL, be a kind soul and help the woman release my 
load...caress my hairy balls while she is sucking my 
cock," Troy ordered me and I just couldn't resist. Just 
then the curtain parted slightly and too the breath 
away from my chest. There, down on my her knees, her 
one hand furiously pumping her own wet pussy, was my 
wife sucking Troy, the new priest's black fat cock. 

I quickly hid behind the curtain. Troy had now put his 
hands around the curtain to hold my wife's head and he 
was slowly humping her mouth by raising his big and 
tight black hairy ass. Troy: "Baby, good as you are in 
sucking my juices out, I want to hear your confession 
so that we can complete the process. Why don't you 
turned around and let me take care of your itchy pussy 
while you narrate your confession."

I quickly sneaked a peek to see my wife raise her long 
skirt all the way to reveal a panty less moist shaved 
pussy. Since I was still holding Troy's giant cock, I 
felt it was my duty to slowly place its mushroom purple 
head at the entrance of my wife's slick pussy. The rest 
was done by a slow and steady push by Troy as he thrust 
forward and my wife was impaled on his 11-inch long and 
seven inch thick cock. My wife's pussy was stretched to 
its limit as Troy started fucking her slowly. The 
entire cubicle was filled with unmistaken smell of my 
wife's funky pussy and Troy's man musk and sweat. As 
they fucked themselves slowly, my so far prim and 
proper wife continued her confession.

"Ahh... yes father that feels so good. Much better than 
when the black delivery man shoved his monster cock in 
my scalding hot itchy pussy. Oh god, oh father... the 
relief I felt then and am feeling now has no 
description...every inch of my pussy was invaded by 
that black intruding cock. And he fucked me senseless 
just like you are fucking me now... father, give it to 
me hard...fuck me with you godly cock."

I pulled out from under the curtain and started slowly 
licking the holy union of my wife's pussy and Troy's 
cock. It was delicious but I was just scared of being 
recognized by my wife. Then Troy abandoned all priestly 
pretence and pushed me away. He held my wife by her 
waist and pounded her pussy like a true rapist. He 
fucked her for ten minutes and my wife continued 
ranting about how the black deliveryman had pounded her 
pussy.

"Father. You are the best... fuck... yeah... better 
than the deliveryman even... you know he fucked me with 
his cock for only five minutes and spilled his black 
seed in my fertile pussy... I could feel his cum spurt 
straight at the entrance of my womb... I could feel the 
rush of his sperm to race and mate with my fertile 
eggs..."

As she was saying this, Troy lost all control and 
slammed deep inside my wife's pussy. I quickly clamped 
my mouth at the root of his cock and my wife's pussy 
and as expected, a torrent of thick ropes of cum 
started flooded out of my wife's rather outstretched 
pussy. I swallowed it all up till Troy pulled out his 
deflating cock out of her badly beaten pussy. I quickly 
hid behind the curtain. Troy pulled my mouth on to his 
cock and I cleaned his softening cock of all the 
remnant of convict-priestly cum mixed with my wife's 
cheating pussy juice.

Then I gently pulled the thong back on the priest and 
helped him into his robe. Once he gained his composure, 
he sat down, still slowly pumping his soft cock. Then 
he said: "There my child. Don't you feel your pussy's 
itch was reduced?"

"Yes father. Thank you. But I have still not finished 
my confession. Actually I had several similar dilemmas 
that happened with the milkman, mailman, garbage 
collector, plumber, servicemen at the petrol pump and 
many more. I feel more confident in confessing to 
you... shall I see you tomorrow again?"

Troy smiled and replied: "Sure sweetie. Anytime. But if 
you have too many confessions maybe I can come to your 
home and hear them all out together. If you feel that 
it's better to confess to different priests, don't 
worry I can bring two of my colleagues along – one is 
black and as good as me, and one is a Pakistani thug 
who has not had his cock serviced for a long time. So 
shall we meet at 2pm tomorrow? I am sure your husband 
will be at work and that will give you all the privacy 
of confessing."

I shot my load all over my pants at hearing this. And 
my wife whispered back, "That would be lovely father. 
After all if I am confessing to priests, I am not 
cheating behind my husband. See you tomorrow. Sorry 
father, now I must rush, my husband and father-in-law 
must be waiting for me outside."

The End

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