Religious Upbringing

Growing up my family was very religious and even today I attend church regularly, although to say I was a good Catholic would be a stretch. Some people in the lifestyle ask me how I reconcile the lifestyle with my faith, so let me tell you a story. As I have said I was a highly sexualized person from as early as I can remember and I have always been attractive to men in control. Probably for that reason priests have always gotten me excited. Looks didn’t matter, nor did age. Priests turned me on. I flirted with Priests from an early age. Some were clueless, while other would pat my ass or linger in an embrace a little longer than appropriate. Father Brian was one of the ones in the second group. He was very touchy with me from an early age. I never discouraged him and my parents were clueless to the extra attention. When I was 18 and getting ready to leave for college, I decided to see how far Father Brian would go with this flirtation.

My father who is very religious felt it was important for me to go to college with a clean slate so he insisted that I go to confession. Since I worked I couldn’t go during regular confessional hours so my dad arranged for Father Brian to meet with me after work. Around seven o’clock I called father Brian to let him know I was on my way. He said he would leave the rectory and head over to the church to open it up for us. Since I was coming straight from work I was wearing a skirt (short) and blouse (tight). As usual I wore no panties. When I pulled into the parking lot an evil idea came over me and I removed my bra and rolled up the skirt so it came down only to my mid-thigh. For the last piece of the puzzle I Put my long hair up into pony tails. I was ready for some good teasing. Little did I know it would get far more serious than that.

Father Brian greeted me at the church main doors. He was in his late 30’s and seemed in decent shape. At 6’ he was tall and usually had a serious look about him. “Hi father”, I said as I raised up and kissed him on the cheek but closer to his mouth than is customary. “Hello Jen”, he said “I’m glad you are here to confess your sins before leaving our flock for a bit.” I just smiled at him and walked past into the church. As I walked down the aisle I purposely sped up so father Brian could get a good look at my body. I “accidentally” dropped my hand bag and bent over at the waist to pick it up. This easily exposed the bottom half of my ass and pussy lips to father Brian if he was looking. As I looked back after straightening up I could tell he was looking. His dumbfounded expression and wide eyes spoke volumes. “Where should I go father?”, I asked, modifying my voice slightly to make me sound more innocent. “Uh, uh, the confessionals Jen. Go to the confessionals”. So I got to the confessionals and father Brian directed me to one of the curtained-off closets. I pulled the curtain closed, knelled down in front of the window and unbuttoned my blouse as I waited for him to open the window. After a short wait father Brian slid the window open and told me to begin. I made the sign of the cross and said “Bless me father for I have sinned, it’s been over a year since my last confession. Father Brian told me he was happy that I finally decided to confess my sins and he told me, “May God the Father of all mercies help you make a good Confession.” He then told me to tell him all my sins so I may be cleansed in the mercy of God. So I began to tell him my sins.

I started off easy, about being angry at my family and lying to people. But then I began to unload. I told father Brian that I often had impure thoughts. He told me that those type of thoughts were not unusual for a young person and asked how often I had these thought and who do I have them about? “I have them every day, all day and about ½ the men I meet each day I think about sexually.” There was silence from father Brian for a bit and then he stated, “Are these thoughts of a carnal knowledge or simply affection and kissing?” “I think about having sex with these men, “ I tell him, “All of them, even priests I see. Sometimes more than one at a time. I am constantly thinking about sex and I don’t care who I have it with”. “Okay”, said the father. “well thoughts can be dangerous but if we learn to control these thoughts and not act on them we can maintain our chastity for our future husband”. “Well father,” I slowly draw out the words, “I have acted on these thoughts already. Can you forgive me father”? “Well c***d,” father Brian says as I hear him rustling around on his side, “I need to know what you have actually done in order to know what your penance should be.” So I begin to tell the father of the boys I have had sex with. I confess to him that I have had vaginal sex and oral sex more times than I can count. I have had sex with more than one person at a time and I have had sex with another women. I had sex with at least 3 married men, two of them from our parish. “ Now at this point in my life much of this was untrue. While I did have sex already and it was way more than your typical high school girl, I was exaggerating for father Brian. I could tell that my stories were having their effect on father Brian as I could hear his voice lower a bit and could see movement on his side that looked to be around his waistline. He asked me to repeat some things I said and go into more detail about other things. I was in full tease mode and was loving it.

“Can I be saved father? Can you save my dirty soul?” “Yes all God’s c***dren can be saved,” he half moaned. “Oh thank you father, “ I said and I rose from my knees and left my confessional. “”where are you going?”, asked father Brian but before he could do anything I pulled his curtain back to see him in his confessional holding his big dick in his hand and a shocked look on his face. “Oh father, look what I have done to you. I have poisoned you with my evil. Please forgive me,” I cried as I lowered myself onto my knees and placed my head on father Brian’s lap. “Tell me father, what can I do to remove this evil from your body? Can I pull this evil from you using your hands and mouth?” “I, I do not know my c***d”, says father Brian, his cock growing even larger and twitching. “Please let me try father, “ I moan and I take his cock in my hand and place my mouth on the tip. I stroke his cock up and down as my mouth moves deeper down his cock, wetting the shaft. Father Brain head falls back and he moans a long deep moan. I take that as a good sign and increase my speed and depth, now taking his entire member down my throat. As I play with his balls I hear him say, “Dear Lord, please forgive me this c***d has tempted me and I have failed you. The flesh is weak my lord. I am weak.” I take his cock from my mouth and look up at father Brian, “Should I stop father, does God not want me to do this?”, I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock head as I slowly continue to jack him off. “No my c***d, don’t stop”, moans father Brian, as he pushes my mouth back onto his cock with his hand. “Free will,” I smile and return to father Brian’s cock. Faster and faster I go until I feel his balls begin to tighten. Father Brian stands up, holding his cock in his right hand. I kneel before him and say, “Lord, I am not worthy that You should come under my roof; but only say the word, and my soul will be healed.” With my tongue out, I look up at father Brian who is staring wide-eyed down at me. “Please father cleanse me in your juices,” I moan as I rub my tits together and flick my nipples. He explodes all over my face and chest. It is a massive load and the release it gives the father must be enormous judging by his loud and long moan. I take his cock in my mouth and let the remaining cum slide down my throat as I gently suck on his head.
Father Brian collapses back into his confessional chair, his cock still rock hard. I rise off my knees and remove my blouse and slide my skirt off.

I am now standing in front of father Brian completely naked and covered in his cum. I approach him and then turn around and lower myself onto his throbbing cock. As I begin to bounce up and down on his shaft, I feel his hands go to my waist, directing the speed of my movement. I smile and say to him, ”Oh God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee. I detest all of my sins because of Thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, who are all good and deserving of all of my love. I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin no more and to avoid the near occasions of sin. Amen.” I am moving up and down at an increasing pace as father Brian’s hands pull me up and down. I moan for our father “Oh God, oh sweet merciful God you are so strong and powerful.”

Father Brian rises up and pushes me forward out of the confessional, still holding me by the hips. I walk out, bent slightly at the waist, still impaled on his cock. There are pews right outside the confessional and I grab onto one. I am bent down 90 degrees at the waist and father Brian is furiously fucking me doggy-style as he moans,” God the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of His son, has reconciled the world to Himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins; through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” “Amen”, I scream as we both cum. Father Brian backs away from me and walks toward the alter. He stops at the steps, kneels and begins to pray. I walk over to him, still naked, and kiss his forehead. “Thank you father,” I whisper to him, “His mercy endures forever”. Then I walk back to the confessional. I pull on my skirt, put on and button up the blouse, grab my bag and leave, still covered in his cum but forgiven by his words.