3 comments/ 37071 views/ 4 favorites Forgive me Father By: julieshining 'Forgive me Father for I have sinned,' Margaret said as the Priest opened the little wooden window in the Confession Box. 'How have you offended against our Lord Jesus Christ, my Child,' the Priest said with the routine indifference which comes from hearing hundreds of confessions. Father Morgan was now in his mid-50s, having qualified as a Priest in his native Ireland. He left his home at 18 and went to the seminary, qualifying and taking final vows when he was 22. He had worked in a Parish in Ireland for several years as an assistant Priest, before being transferred to Australia. Although he had been in Australia for over 30 years, he still retained his Irish accent. His mid-life crisis as a Priest was over. This often happened to the nuns when they reached menopause, realizing that any possibility of leaving the Church and having children had come to an end. With the priests the crisis of personal faith happens somewhere in between their 35th and 55th years. It was not often a crisis of faith as such, but a crisis of vocation: a questioning as to whether their lives had thus far been lived in a useful way, and an examination and reaffirmation of their faith. Father Morgan didn't have such a crisis, but there was a profound change in his view of the Church. He had, for a long time, worked to undermine its authority. He was no longer pro-Church, but anti-Church. He was, in fact, a practicing Satanist. The period of his conversion to Satanism happened when he started examining his religion. At 30 he started graduate studies at Sydney University, and by the time he was 37 he had completed his Ph.D. He started lecturing part time, and enjoyed the cut and thrust of the discussion from atheists, Muslims and others who came to his classes, seeing it as an easy option to complete an Arts degree. One day the Father met a young woman in his class. She seemed the same as many of the other students, taking his comparative theology class just so she could get the credits to graduate. This girl announced proudly that she was not a Christian, or a Muslim, or Buddhist, and she listed the world's religions he expected her to say that she was an atheist. Instead, she said that she was a Satanist. In the four years of Father Morgan's training as a priest, they hardly dealt with Satanism. After the second Vatican Council, references to Satan were often met with laughter within Catholic circles. And apart from the brief revival of people asking for demons to be cast out after the movie The Exorcist, there was little demand for an up to date knowledge of the Prince of Darkness. The Satanist's name was Julie. She had long dark blonde hair, and a general 'New Australian' appearance, even though her accent was Australian. Her mother, in fact, was Russian, which explained her appearance. She often dressed the same. Black t-shirt, dark or dark blue skirt: a standard uniform, Father Morgan felt, for the 'Satanists' who were in fact just Goths wanting to get attention and to shock their elders. Julie's essays were always thoughtful and excellent, and she often stayed after class to debate him. She even showed up at the end of one of his Masses on a Sunday, so that she could discuss theology with him after the service, in the back hall where some of the congregation went for biscuits and coffee. The course that he was teaching was an academic year long, and it was during this time of teaching Julie that he noticed her in a less than pure way. She often wore the same denim skirt, which was short, but not any more so than many other students on campus. She invariably sat in the front row, and during the lecture she would cross and uncross her legs, an action which he always noted. Father Morgan's thoughts turned more and more to see Julie as a young 24 year old woman, rather than as a student. On one occasion, while walking to the lecture, he surprised himself when, thinking of Julie, he developed an erection. There was the period during his late 20s where he developed the habit of masturbating almost daily, but that was now a long time ago. And of course, even though he was now in his mid-50s there was still the occasional erection that he would ignore till it went away. But on this occasion his erection was hard and prolonged, something that had not happened for a long time. That night while he was trying to sleep, sexual thoughts of Julie arose in his mind. He imagined her white thighs, crossing and uncrossing themselves. He imagined holding her breasts in his hands. Her lips, which Julie sometimes licked when she was thirsty, he imagined sucking his penis. He drifted off into a half sleep, laying on his side, his erection hard. The lips were wet and they were so warm. He drifted to sleep and when turning on his tummy the pressure on his penis stimulated him enough to ejaculate into the sheets. It was not a sin to have a wet dream, but he knew that he would be seeing the cause of it that morning. He became obsessed with either seeing her or not seeing her. Her requests for extra time to discuss things were refused, so as to avert temptation. But that avoidance of her after class in itself produced guilt, where he said to himself that she should not suffer academically because of his lusts. A month after his wet dream, Julie was in the Father's study. The old grandfather clock ticked loudly. There were no other noises, as the study door and the main door was locked to keep out visitors. The priest sat in a large leather armchair, with Julie opposite in a sofa. A recent essay of hers was in his hands, and she had a copy of The Satanic Bible, from which she was pointing to arguments against the god of the Old Testament, Yahwah, being the true God. She started speaking, quite suddenly, about her family, and she started to cry. Father Morgan went over and sat next to her, held her by a hand, and with her body she threw herself onto him in distress, with her head in his lap. On Julie's part, it was a calculated act. And as a calculation it worked. She knew that all she had to do to melt the discipline on his part was to keep her head in his lap. Almost immediately she felt where his penis was, and she also felt in hardening against her face. The priests hands touched her head as if to move it away, but he touched gently and it would take more than that to get her to move her head. His arm raised itself in the air, not knowing where it should go. He rested it on her side and her hip. She moved her head so that she faced down, his penis centremetres away underneath the rough cloth of the priestly trousers. She almost laughed at the cruelty she inflicted on him. Her skirt rolled up her thigh, exposing a great expanse of flesh, even though she was quite slim. Flesh, flesh, flesh: it was a beautiful word, his penis became totally hard. At that moment, the priest could have still stopped what was happening. He still had control. But the point came where he could no longer turn back. That point was where he smelt her hair. She had shampooed it that morning, and the apples and peaches were still fresh in the smell. At that point his resistance was no more. Julie moved her fingers and pulled down the zipper of the Priests trousers. She didn't even have to pull his penis out, as it was standing at complete attention through the fly. He was circumcised. Her lips covered and sucked the head of his penis. Given that she had been looking down for a while, there was a buildup of salvia in her mouth, and she let it flow down the length of his penis, and she moved her head up and down. The priest now put his hand on Julie's head, not in order to force her mouth down further on to his erection, but just so he could feel the movement, so that it added to his pleasure. His hand now moved over her head, over her shoulders, down her side, touching the top of her thighs. It moved between her things and this is when he discovered that she was not wearing panties. Her pussy was wet, and it wet his hand almost as if he had put it underneath a tap. With her wetness on his hand he brought it to his nose and smelt the smell of a woman's excitement. A few moments later he ejaculated inside Julie's mouth. She sucked the cum into her mouth and swallowed it, so that there would be no evidence of what had happened. After the zipper was done up and she had swallowed the semen, she said 'Thank you Father' and left his study. Julie's visit to the study became a regular appointment. He did not even dare try to justify it to himself. She would visit twice a week, and she would perform oral sex on him. He came to expect her, to get use to it. And on the days that she was not visiting him he would often masturbate. He became restless and angry. The Church was so stupid. Why did it insist on its priests being celibate? But whenever he became too distressed by the Church, Julie's appointment would come around and she would bring him the greatest physical pleasure that he had ever known. Of course, Father Morgan was a virgin. After the regular oral sex, they became lovers. He fucked her vaginally, anally, orally. His favorite position was 'doggy' position. He found that he liked rough sex, holding her down over the study table, pounding away at her like using a tool or a blunt object, rather than making love. On one occasion Julie unexpectedly arrived with a friend. She and the fried sat opposite the priest on the sofa, and just as tea had been poured, Julie and the new girl started kissing. He watched, still being a little too nervous as to what to do. He saw the girls fingers penetrate each other's vaginas, their lips and tongue kissing and licking each other. After many minutes of lovemaking, Julie sat on the end of the sofa, and spread her legs apart. Her friend went down on her hands and knees and started licking and kissing Julie between the legs. Father Morgan balanced himself on his knees as he fucked the new girl from behind. From Julie and the new girl, there then came two more girls, and then a man. Father Morgan had never been gay, but out of curiosity he sucked the man briefly, wanting to know what it was like to have a man's penis in his mouth. Out of a similar curiosity, he allowed the man to bugger him. The sex parties grew in size. That intensified the excitement. When 6 people were there apart from the Father, one of the men pulled out a container of salt. As the Father was penetrating a young girl, he saw briefly what the man was doing. He poured salt on the ground and murmured a blessing. It was a blessing to the Prince of Darkness for giving us the pleasures of the flesh. And at the end of that blessing Father Morgan was heard to say 'Amen.' A year later Father Morgan brought the contradictions and mistakes and lies of Christianity to their conclusion and renounced his faith. He signed, in his own blood, a statement saying that he would renounce the false god of Yahwah and his useless Son, and that he would align himself with Satan. His new friends supported him. Each week, they would bring a new girl to satisfy his need for novelty. Volunteer Satanist girls were easy to find for this task, relishing the excitement of actually being fucked by a serving priest. Within months of his conversion, he was promoted to Monsignor, a title without much affect except the status it gave him with his fellow priests. His words were now listened to with more respect, he was never interrupted, and he was the first to be invited to gatherings. While performing his priestly duties by day, in the evenings he would hold Black Masses. Within the Satanic community he had become a leader. He could, of course, produce real wafers and blessed wine and blessed Holy Water in any quantity. He perfected his Latin so that he could perform the Black Masses with a precision he never bothered to with his priestly Masses. Every Black Mass, of course, finished with an orgy, with new bodies, new experiences and new delights. The corrupted one had become the corruptor. Father Morgan recruited for Satan, not just passively, but actively, in order to make up for the lost years of being a priest. He found that the easiest way to recruit men was to offer them sex with any of the dozens young girls who were often assumed to be Goths, but were in fact Satanists. They would recruit men in the same way, the offering of unquestioned sex, in the same way that he had been recruited. For women, it was necessary to corrupt them with the pleasures of the flesh first. And this was most easily done when the young women he met were feeling guilt, and hence easy to manipulate, and also vulnerable, at a time when the priest was not only a priest, but was actually the ear and voice of God. "Forgive me Father for I have sinned," Margaret said as the Priest opened the little wooden window in the Confession Box. "How have you offended against our Lord Jesus Christ, my Child," the Priest said with the routine indifference which comes from hearing hundreds of confessions. The confessor was a 18 year old girl who had just finished high school. She was still a virgin. It had only been a week since her last confession, but she still had a long list of sins to report. She had been angry at her parents for not allowing her stay out after 11.00pm and she had too much alcohol too drink on Friday night in a pub and even laughed at a joke about the Holy Father. 'And do you have any sins of the flesh to tell me' said the priest. 'I'm sorry father,' said the girl in genuine confusion. Surely the priest new her, and her family, and new that she didn't have a boyfriend. "Do you ever touch yourself between your legs?" It was as simple as that. Wasn't it a priest's duty to enquire after the welfare of his parishioners during the confession? "Sometimes," she said. And that was all he had to hear. Providing that his potential recruit had started masturbating, it was all pretty much down hill from there. "Have you done this since the last confession, my child." "Yes father, I ask forgiveness." "How often since the last confession." "Twice father." "And did you just touch on the outside, or did you bugger yourself by pretending that it was your future husband's penis inside you?" I have some Holy Water, let me put it on you so as to remove the stain of the sin. Despite the utter improbability of using Holy Water in that way, who was the poor unfortunate to know any better? And if she did know any better, she was in such shock that she did not resist. He placed his hand underneath the black curtain that separated him from the girl, and felt for her in the dark. He reached for the skirt that she was wearing, and put his hand up between her legs feeling her panties. He moved them aside with his fingers, and placed pressure again her vulva. He massaged till she became wet, penetrated her with his fingers, pushing his fingers in at angles so as to open her up. Sometimes he told her frankly it would hurt, and then he would use 2 or 3 fingers. The next visit he would do the same, but she would have to kneel before him as if she was praying, and take his erection in to her mouth. He would hold her head and move it up and down to show her how to suck him properly. And so it continued. The abuse of the girl was not pleasant for her. The fingers inside her hurt, the penis inside her mouth made her gag when the cum ejaculated to the back of her throat. But to make it as comforting as possible he would assure her that God could do no wrong, that he was a man of God, and therefore in his priestly duties, no wrong could be done. He assured her of the special attention she was receiving, and God would be so proud of her. One of the reasons why this abuse is so destructive is that after it has finished, the survivors they realize that they were not special to the abuser's life. They might have been one of many. It was to protect against such isolation that, after several months of abuse, Margaret was introduced to the Satanic coven. She was now proficient at sucking cock, and she was shown how to lick pussy. Her virginity was taken away by Father Morgan's penis, the first time that he actually fucked her. Father Morgan muttered prayers while fucking Margaret. "Prince of Darkness, thank you for giving us pleasures of the flesh. Prince of Darkness, thank you for giving me this child of yours, whose pussy is so tight it is unbelievable! Prince of Darkness, giving me more such as she!" and with this last declaration he ejaculated insider her. Father Morgan worked at the Church for another 10 years before retiring. In that time he recruited perhaps 20 members to the Satanic Coven, each of them becoming excellent Satanists. Only one decided to go to the authorities long after he had retired. We will leave her name unmentioned, but one survivor went to counseling after she left the Coven, and the counselor recommend a report to the police. The stories of sex orgies and Satanic Black Masses at the Monsignor's home (who had just been promoted to Bishop) were so fantastic that the police did not believe her, and in any event there was no evidence. Of those 19 others who were recruited, all of them were female, and 12 of them entered the Church. The recruitment of nuns is no more difficult than recruiting anyone else, and each of the 12 worked incessantly for the cause of Satanism. Although each of them have recruited many others, there is, of course, no evidence of wrong-doing, and no way of proving that any Satanic practices have occurred. Forgive Me Father "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been about three and a half weeks since my last confession," Rowena declared to Father O'Dowd before removing her wet knickers and spreading her legs around the randy priest's face. The taste of her sweet eighteen year old pussy sent the blood flowing from his head straight to his raging penis making him even harder than the Rock of Gibraltar. He knew it was time to take action and give Rowena the guidance she needed to soothe his almighty erection. He unzipped his pants and released his hard prick. He pushed the teenage temptress back from his face and got her to sit on his aching cock. He slid one hand inside her blouse molesting her juicy breasts and the other under her short white skirt, running his finger up her cunt and then grasping her swollen clitoris sending a wave of rapturous joy throughout her body. She reached down and took his meat in her hands, as he continued to poke her dripping cunt. She gently cupped his big balls with her soft fingers, before milking his throbbing prick making him even more eager to fuck her tight little hole. He bent her over and spat a wad of saliva into her anus in preparation for the invasion of her arsehole with his monster prick. She began to relax, as she felt the tip of his penis pressing against her sphincter. He drove it forward, until eventually his tool felt about a foot wide inside her arse. She cried in pain, as his cock pummelled through her anal walls. He continued to fuck her, as she tossed around the Confession Box crying in orgasmic rapture and spraying her fanny gunk like a mountain spring. Rowena's loud shrieks echoed throughout the church and with them drew the attention of Father McDermott, who could hear her screams from the Parochial House. He entered the church to investigate the noise and was immediately drawn over to the Confession Box, where he was stunned by the sight of Father O'Dowd pumping Rowena's hot arse. Father McDermott watched in awe, as the fucking got even hotter and streams of spit started to drool from his mouth. He pulled out his raging hard-on and rammed it down Rowena's throat. She began to suck his massive prick vigorously, as Father O'Dowd kept on pounding without mercy through her stretched sphincter. She got down on all fours taking the classic spit-roast position, sucking Father McDermott with all her might and Father O'Dowd aggressively fucking her arse with all his strength. Father McDermott drove his cock further into Rowena's mouth, as she tightened her fingers around the base of his fat rod and her arse began to squeeze Father O'Dowd's pulsing member. The thrusting of his stiff boner in and out of her anus was becoming more intense by the second and she knew that he was going to fire his jism at any moment. She got Father McDermott to withdraw his cock from her mouth and started to tenderly lick his helmet. Father O'Dowd grunted loudly as his hot white seed rushed through his penis and coated the inside of Rowena's anal passage. She was now feverishly sucking the tip of Father McDermott's cock, before he began to squirt yonks of his hot creamy milk inside her juicy lips. She felt his sperm wriggling around her teeth, as she gushed even more of her vaginal fluids onto the church floor. Father O'Dowd walked away from Rowena at this stage, as she swallowed back the last of Father McDermott's spunk. He wasn't gone for long though and returned within moments with a bottle of Communion wine and some altar bread. He quickly unscrewed the bottle, while Father McDermott began stuffing the altar bread up Rowena's cunt. Father O'Dowd then rammed the bottle up her fanny, emptying its contents inside her. The two priests got down on their knees and lapped up the wine, as it fountained out of her sopping vagina. When the wine had finished, they began to eat the altar bread from inside her, which was now saturated with both traces of the alcohol and copious amounts of her sweet pussy juice. After eating her out, Father McDermott decided it was his turn to bang her from behind, while Father O'Dowd would work on her via the front entrance. Rowena felt truly blessed by what was about to happen. She had been a sandwich filling for most of the men in the Parish by now, but to have one Padre fucking her cunt and the other one rogering her arsehole really made this session the epitome of double-penetrations. Father O'Dowd started to impale her cunt with his massive cock, as Father McDermott rubbed some holy water against her arsehole to act as a lubricant. Each priest began to plough his prick inside her at their assigned point of entry, causing Rowena to let out screams of both passion and pain. Her pussy had never been this wet before and it just seemed to keep on getting wetter, as Father O'Dowd fucked her fast and hard. He pulled his cock in and out of her, watching it glisten with her opulent girl juice each time he withdrew. Father McDermott plunged his stiff boner deep inside her rectum making it feel like a fire was burning within her arse and when he moved inside her, she could feel every inch of him sliding against her anal walls. Both men continued to fuck her without relenting. Father O'Dowd could feel her orgasm around his prick, as she started to come. She kept on thrusting between each of them wanting to be fucked even harder. Father McDermott began to shoot more of his hot mayonnaise into her tiny arsehole, causing Rowena to come once more. She cried with uncontrollable pleasure, as she felt the warmness of his seed inside her arse. Father O'Dowd was starting to come now as well, spraying what seemed like litres of his burning jism into her greedy pussy. Her tight dripping cunt drained every last drop from him, almost causing him to collapse. Rowena lay between her two lovers completely exhausted, although for once in her life she felt nothing but utterly fulfilled. Her faith in the Catholic Church was now fully restored. Father O'Dowd stood up and gently told the young slut "Go on my child, I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit." Amen Forgive Me, Father Dearest listeners, I warn you that this audio is rather dirty. This is a completely taboo fantasy, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I was raised Catholic, and I think there's something deeply sexual about getting on your knees in front of a man you have to call "Father". Kisses, Josie Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It's been ages since my last confession. Father, I've fallen so far away from the Church. And God. I've done so many incredible bad things, Father, that I'm certain if you don't absolve me, I will go straight to hell if I die. Well, Father, I don't know how to say this to you. But I've turned into a whore. Since I've finished college and started working downtown, I've been unable to satisfy my craving for men. I've had sex with married men, in taxi cabs, elevators, my office, the park... I don't care about getting in trouble or ruining marriages or getting fired from my job. My body demands to be used by them, Father. Even sitting here, in front of you, I can feel the urge between my legs. Oh, yes, I'm sorry. My confession... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (9 min/mp3) * * * * * Forgive Me, Father "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It is many years since my last confession." The priest settled back in his seat to listen to the voice coming to him through the grill of the confessional. It was not a voice he recognised, so it was not one of his usual congregation, but then at least it was not John Maguire confessing to impure thoughts about the Widow Barnes again, nor indeed was it the widow herself confessing to sins she only wished she had committed. Why, he wondered, would a seemingly respectable middle aged woman confess to sins of the flesh when the last time a man had entered her house was to fix the downstairs toilet, and that was the best part of a year ago. Was it loneliness? Was it the thought of life passing and an aging body being wasted while it was still usable? The priest sighed to himself, wondering why things could not be straightforward. Then, realising his attention had wandered and that the voice from the confessional had started again, he dragged himself back to the task in hand. "I confess before God" The voice was saying. "That I have become a voyeur and more, much more, getting sexual gratification from spying on the intimate and private moments of others. It is the cause of my great shame, but while asking God's forgiveness I would like first to tell you how it happened, so that I might also gain God's understanding and yours." The priest sighed quietly to himself once more. This, he could tell, was going to be one of those long and involved confessions by which the sinner hoped to mitigate his sins. Why couldn't people be strong enough to take responsibility for their misdeeds? It would probably all come down to having got an erection from catching a glimpse of his neighbour sunbathing nude. "Go ahead, my son. God is listening." "It was accidental really; I used to enjoy taking an evening stroll in the hillside cemetery, just to wander among the gravestones alone with my thoughts and the birdsong. It's a big old cemetery, no longer used and much of it is overgrown, dotted with trees and with shrubbery running riot in the most forsaken corners. Almost all the graves are now untended and the headstones seem to rise from a sea of grasses. I know it sounds horribly derelict, but somehow the very neglect and wildness has given the place a lonely beauty and an air of solitude and peace that a tidy and closely mown cemetery could never have. That was why I walked there; I just enjoyed the peace and quiet, feeling as if I was in the presence of God. I was walking there one warm summers evening, just about as the sunlight was turning golden, at peace with the world and myself. The only sounds were the birds, the insects, and my feet crunching softly on the weedy gravel. Then, as I rounded a corner I saw that I wasn't alone. A young couple lay together in the grass, cuddling and kissing in the way that only young love can do. At first I thought that their embrace was totally innocent, but then as I got closer I realised that his hand was inside her skirt and he was playing with her. Now, at that time I had no particular inclination to watch them, and in fact I deliberately scuffed my feet on the gravel path to make them aware of my presence. But they were so involved with each other that it took some moments for them to realise that someone was there, at which point he jerked his hand from under her skirt and began kissing her harmlessly on the neck. I tactfully pretended not to have noticed his hand's hasty retreat and wandered on down the path, totally ignoring them." Ok, thought the priest, so not a neighbour then, but hardly serious. The voice went on. "I felt a little guilty at having disturbed them, but otherwise I expected that to be that. I expected to walk past and leave them to it without another thought, letting them do what they wanted to do as I ambled on my way. But then, as I walked by I noticed that the girl's face was flushed, her eyes were closed, her breathing was ragged and her nipples stood out like bullets, even showing through her bra and blouse. She was so completely turned on, so utterly ready that had I been a few minutes later I'm sure I would have caught them in mid fuck, so to speak. That realisation caused a sudden stirring inside my trousers, and my cock uncoiled like a snake and pushed itself against my zip. I suddenly felt as horny as she obviously did and I cursed my timing. But even so, I still pretended I'd not seen anything and sauntered on past them without even acknowledging their presence. It was only when I got another fifty yards or so a long the path that I gave in to the urge to look back and see what they were doing, and then I saw him pulling her to her feet with the obvious intention of taking her somewhere quieter. I could guess why and somehow that got to me. I still didn't have the intention of actively spying on them, and in fact I would have gone on my way and forgotten about them, but the simple fact that he was intent on taking her somewhere more private got me going even more. Not only that, but I had a good idea where he was taking her. In the oldest part of the cemetery, the bit that had once been the graveyard of that long gone village church, stand a couple conifers close by the wall with an ancient yew tree just in front of them. It is said that the yew is at least a thousand years old and had been used to make bows for the army fighting the French at Agincourt, though I don't know if that's true. What is for sure is the size of it. It's a massive specimen with a trunk at least thirty foot around and bearing a huge spread of branches that reached down and almost touched the ground. Those branches formed a kind of skirt in front of the two conifers, leaving an open area beneath them around the trunks, an area well hidden from prying eyes. I was sure that was where they were going. I stood on the path for a few minutes, torn between the desire to see if my hunch was correct and my natural inclination to respect their privacy, but then curiosity and the bulge in my trousers won and I set off in pursuit. I took a circuitous route because I didn't want to be seen to follow them, so by the time I reached the screen of yew branches they should have already been there for a few minutes and hopefully settled down to whatever they wanted to do. That's the way it panned out; for as I cautiously peered between the leaves, subconsciously holding my breath in case they heard me, I saw that they were busy undressing each other under what they supposed to be the privacy of the trees. She was already down to her bra and the tiniest of thongs and as I arrived she pulled his sweat shirt over his head to leave him in just his boxers. There could be no doubt about it, they were going to do it and my heart was hammering with illicit excitement as I stood watching. The thrill of knowing that they had no idea I was there gave me goose bumps, and the thought that I could share their most intimate moments without their knowledge or consent was so empowering that I felt awesome. I never knew that spying could be so satisfying. That was the moment I became a voyeur, when I suddenly knew I was getting the best thrill of my life just from surreptitiously spying on that couple as they prepared to have sex. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting her very full breasts swing free before he bent and gently kissed each nipple. She moaned very softly, but in the stillness of the evening I could hear her quite plainly over the hum of the insects. I moved deeper into the fringe of branches, partly to see better and partly to conceal myself from anyone else who might stroll along the path behind me. She was definitely a well built girl, heavy breasts topped a full body and a well rounded bottom, all held up by shapely but sturdy legs. She was a little bit big for my taste, but very womanly and surprisingly feminine. For a few moments I envied her partner, but then I realised that I didn't need to touch, only to look. As he straightened from kissing her breasts the girl hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, then, as I watched, she dropped to her knees, taking his shorts down with her. His cock sprang free, bobbing up and down, rigid and shiny, just waiting to fuck. He was a very well endowed young man, though I wouldn't like to hesitate a guess at the measurement, it surely looked plenty big enough from where I stood, and I couldn't suppress a small jolt of envy. She was going to get herself well serviced, without a doubt. He stepped from his shorts and stood naked over her while she leaned sideways to drop them onto the pile of his clothing and then turned back to him. It was obvious what she would do next, and neither he nor I were disappointed. Still on her knees, she leaned forward and engulfed the head of his cock in her generous mouth. That girl had given head before, you could tell. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and stroked him while her head bobbed up and down his shaft, deliberately laying down as much saliva as possible. It was very erotic, surreptitiously watching them like that, and very soon I silently pulled my zip down and set my cock free, seeing it bounce in just the way the young man's had. Then, as she sucked his cock and her head went up and down on his shaft, my hand synchronised with her movements as I quietly wanked. It made it as if I had become a part of their activities. She sucked him for several minutes, but as soon as he began to show signs of being close to cumming she pulled away, dragged aside her thong and knelt for him to take her doggy style. He needed no more invitation and within seconds they were at it like a pair of animals, groaning and gasping as their act got them nearer and nearer to cumming. The three of us came together. She contorted her face, pushed back against his cock and let out a cry of sheer pleasure at just the moment when he pushed himself hard into her to release his load and at the same time as my spunk spattered against the leaves and grasses that surrounded me. As his cum spurted into her she was groaning 'yes' with every thrust of his cock and he was grunting loudly each time. Meanwhile I had to stifle any sounds that I might want to make in order to keep my presence secret. It was easy for them with their unbridled reactions, but not so easy for me, because I had to stay in control even as I came. My climax was easily as intense as theirs and I had to hold onto the hanging branches of the yew for quite a while before my jelly legs would support me and I could stumble away without being seen. Father, I know that spying on this couple was wrong, but it gave me such a thrill that I couldn't help wanting to do it again, even though I felt so guilty about it." "My son, confessing your guilt and being truly repentant are the gateways to God's forgiveness." "Father, I have so much more to confess, and I am truly sorry for my sins, but I fear I may be beyond God's reach." So it was going to be a very long confession. Just get on with it, and perhaps in less detail please. The priest tried to keep his true thoughts from his voice. "No sinner who truly repents is beyond God's mercy." "Yes, Father. Thank you." There was silence for a few moments. "Father, after seeing that young couple I found that I had a need to see other people having sex, and that I couldn't function for my wife without watching that couple in my minds eye. But soon that was not enough and I felt the need to find other couples to watch. "My son, resisting earthly temptation is a subject in which I am particularly well versed by reason of my vocation, and I know how difficult it can be. But it is God's way of testing us, and we need to be strong. Please continue." "I wasn't that strong, Father, I couldn't resist and three evenings a week, when my wife was out at her art class, I would spend hours just walking about that graveyard, part of me still enjoying the place for its stillness and beauty, but a larger part just looking and hoping to find more young people indulging in each other. I never saw that first couple again, Father, but several times I was fortunate enough to creep up and watch others having sex there. I won't bore you and God, who knows anyway, with all the details, except to say that I usually managed to masturbate as I watched, and get quite a buzz from my secret vice. It was always my aim, because of that first occasion, to cum just as those I was spying on did, and I found to my surprise that I could usually time it quite well. But one time is more important than the others and I must beg your patience with my telling of it." "Continue, my son. God has all the patience in the world." Even if I have not, the priest wanted to add. "Thank you Father, it is very important. One evening as I was wandering around the graveyard in the hope of finding someone to watch, I heard noises coming from behind a large clump of bushes and old rhododendrons. I was sure that it was the noises of sex that I was hearing and I crept up to take a look, with my cock already rising in anticipation. As I got closer it was unmistakeably sex I could hear, a woman's voice was making those old familiar moans and groans that only happen when she's nearly at her climax. I feared that I was going to be too late because she was reaching a crescendo, but I daren't hurry and case they heard me coming. In the event I wasn't quite quick enough and by the time I got into the bushes it had all gone quiet, and so I just peered carefully through the foliage in the hope of catching them still undressed. That way at least my imagination would have something to work with. In that at least I was successful, and to my delight I realised that they weren't altogether finished yet. They were resting naked, the man leaning away from me and over his partner, who was flat among the leaves, so that I could see his back, but very little of her. He had clearly just rolled away and his back was still heaving as he got his breath back from making love to her and I could see a sheen of sweat on his skin. It must have been a good one and I cursed that I'd missed the show, hoping that there might be a second time. I couldn't see very well from where I was because of the curtain of leaves, and I could see another position a little bit to one side that would afford me a good view. But I daren't risk moving while they rested quietly, because the slightest rustle of leaves or breaking of a twig might give the game away, and so I stayed where I was, peering through the curtain of greenery and waiting to see what would happen. "Father, I know that I am taking up much more of your time than I should, and I am grateful. I waited until last, so I am holding no one up except you Father. Please hear me out. I need to tell God through you, so that he might know that I'm not as bad a person as it might seem." "God can see into your heart, my son, fear not. And you may take all the time you need. Your eternal soul is far more important than a few earthly minutes." At least, thought the priest, this is an interesting confession, better than many I get to hear. He adjusted his cassock to hide a tell tale bulge. "Thank you Father. Well, Father, after a few minutes I heard the woman giggle and give a sexy little moan as the man raised his upper leg, like scissors opening, you know? Then I saw a hand appear between his legs and cup his balls, playing with them and rolling them around. I was envious Father, I wished my wife was more active like that, instead of just passively allowing me my pleasures. But it was now obvious that they had rested and were about to start again. Soon the woman let go and the man began to shuffle around, so I took the chance and moved to the spot I had marked out just before. It took me a minute or so to get there and when I had settled into place and looked again I had a lovely clear view. The woman had moved and was on her hands and knees, half facing me, but with her arms folded on the ground and her head resting on them, but facing away from me. I must admit that this was a bit of a setback, because a lot of my pleasure comes from seeing a woman's face as she cums, watching the glorious agony that flits across her features. Her bottom was raised high in the air, and the man had moved around behind her to take her doggy style. He reached forward and, as I watched, he put his hands on her cheeks and pulled them apart, looking right into her crack. Then he wet the fingers of one hand with his tongue and it looked like he was rubbing his spit into her anus, and I suddenly realised what they intended to do. I have often wondered about anal sex, but my wife won't let me try it, and here I was about to see a couple doing it. He wet the end of his cock with some more spit and then shuffled into place, while I pulled my zip down ready to share in their fun. When he leaned forward and pressed himself against her entrance it seemed like ages before anything happened and I was watching with bayed breath, thinking that he might not manage it, but then it seemed like her sphincter suddenly let him in and she jerked, making a sound that was half pain and half pleasure. He waited a moment while she got used to him and then began thrusting into her. From my hiding place I could see them both very clearly and I matched him stroke for stroke, speeding up when he did and then slowing down again when he slowed down. It didn't take long for any of us to reach the end, my balls already felt like they were ready to burst and when I started to hear those little moans and gasps from her, I knew I would very soon explode. He stared pushing into her a bit erratically too, and I thought that maybe we'd all three cum together, but I think I beat them to it by about half a second. But that's when it all started to go wrong, Father, and that's why I've had to come to confession, Father." "Go on, my son. I understand how difficult it can be, but only God is listening." "I will, Father. Just as I was shooting my load over the grass in front of me the woman had her orgasm, and when she came she lifted her head and looked straight at me with her mouth hanging open and her eyes screwed up in desperate concentration. She didn't see me, I don't think she was seeing very much at the time to judge from the look of ecstasy on her face, but the point is Father, that it was my wife's face. The woman I had been spying on, who had enjoyed a stranger doing to her what she denied me, was my own wife! This was her so-called art class!" The priest sat forward with a start. This was not something he had foreseen. Quickly he forced away the immediately uncharitable 'serve's you right' thought that leapt into his mind and composed himself to hear the rest. "I just ran away Father, I ran to the far side of the graveyard, and then I was sick, really sick, into a bin put there for dead flowers. I sorted myself out as best I could and went and sat in my car. I don't know how long I sat there, and I don't think I care, but then I drove home to try and sort things out with her. She was already there when I arrived, smiling sweetly like the innocent she wanted me to believe she was, thinking her sordid games were still secret. I confronted her, and she laughed, Father, she actually laughed. I ran upstairs and lay on my bed, crying my eyes out like a child. Now I don't know what to do. Help me, Father." The priest felt confused. The man had come to confession, but he what was he confessing to? He had spied on lovers and it had backfired on him, was he wanting forgiveness for spying or guidance as to how to deal with his wayward wife? "Can you find it in your heart to forgive her, my son?" "I cannot, Father, it is not possible." "If she knew that you forgave her, perhaps she would come and seek God's forgiveness too? Would this not be a beginning to rebuilding both of your lives?" Forgive Me, Father "It is too late Father. That is no longer possible, for she is dead! When she came upstairs to laugh some more I took my revolver from the drawer and shot her, twice, Father. Once in the head and then once between her dirty, ever open legs. That is why I am here, Father, to seek God's forgiveness for sending a slut to him before he had asked for her." The priest sat grey faced, his mouth dry and his heart racing. All his lessons from the seminary and from his Bishop about such possible confessional scenarios had flown from his mind and he prayed frantically for guidance. "You must also confess to the police my son." The priest tried to take back control. "God can forgive, but only if you show true repentance by purging your sin and accepting the punishment of the law." He wasn't sure if this is what he should say, but what else could he? "Can you not give me absolution, Father?" "You must first throw yourself on the mercy of the law, my son, only then may I intercede with God on your behalf." "Then I must ask Him myself!" The gunshot was deafening in the confined space, it hit the priest almost as if he had been shot himself, sending him bodily back against the rear wall of the confessional, and through the grill came a spray of blood and brains, followed by smoke from the shot, coils of acrid smoke as if Hell itself had joyfully opened up to receive its latest resident. Forgive Me Father... Time well spent in the confessional. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (17.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Forgive Me, Father, For I Have... Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned and.... They gave me a guest card. I knew it was coming as soon as they walked through the door. People are so predictable. "Would you come into my office?" I said, escorting them through the door behind the front desk. "Please, have a seat." I looked each of them over carefully. I was sure they'd never been here before because I'd have remembered these two. Even with their masks and costumes on they were a handsome couple. He was the reason someone coined the expression "tall, dark and handsome" and she was the epitome of a "sweet thing". He carried himself with such dignity that her was almost stoic; but she was obviously nervous and uncomfortable. This was the one night of the year when it was hard to recognize the members of The Club. My staff and I normally recognized them all. It was important. Only members were allowed inside. The Club is exclusive, private, and discrete. Those qualities were paramount to my success. Tonight was our annual Halloween costume party. It gives people the chance to really let out the freak they want to be. It lets them live out their fantasies. The Club was full of pimps and their hos tonight along with every superhero and character you imagined being as a kid. But as I said, these two were a more predictable pair-a priest and a nun at a sex club. I wish just once someone would surprise me at one of these parties. They clung to each other's hand while they sat waiting for me. I told them, "There are a couple of things we need to go over before you head into The Club. First, I need to see a picture I.D. with your name and age on it. They won't be photocopied or put on file, it's just so I can protect The Club and it's members. We don't want kids getting in and we don't want anyone to be forced to participate in something they don't want to do." "Also, I need a dollar from each of you. That dollar will retain me as your counsel. It's part of the standard membership, but since you're guests it's different for you. My being your lawyer for the purposes of the evening will prevent me from ever disclosing anything about you or your behavior here tonight. You'll be protected by attorney/client privilege. Do you want to explain that to you?" They both shook their heads, so I went on. "In The Club no one can make you do anything you don't want to do. If you say 'no' that means no. Anyone who violates that will be removed from the premises. I will warn you though, The Group Room is normally 'no holes barred' and everybody that goes in should understand that. If you're not up for anything and everything you should stay out of there. Particularly tonight." "The Club is divided into different rooms for different tastes. There are a lot of private rooms along with rooms where you can go watch or be watched. Of course there's the bar and dance floor too. Most nights those are relatively quiet, but on a night like tonight, don't count on it. We'll be packed and it may get crazy. Now, all over The Club there are security guards, some male-some female. Until you ask for their help, you won't notice them. Discretion is our greatest asset. But if you need one just say 'Security' and they'll be there to help you as quickly as possible. They tend to blend in, or at least they're supposed to, so don't be surprised by their appearance." "As you can see behind you there are video monitors with cameras throughout The Club. These are for your protection and there are no recording made. Every member knows they're here and it keeps them on their best behavior...so to speak. Privacy, safety, and confidentiality are my foremost concerns. I'm here to give you a place to be uninhibited, to be free and to have fun and I take my work very seriously." He handed me their drivers licenses and two dollars saying, "Here you go." Different last names with matching addresses confirmed another suspicion of mine-they were a couple looking to spice things up with a visit to the city's infamous sex club. "Out there tonight you can be anyone you want to be. This is the one night of the year that you can be anyone or anything you want to be. And no matter how you would be judged out in the real world, in here no one will pass judgment on you. That's the beauty of a costume party, you can put on whatever mask you want and be someone else for the night. But as I said, I have to verify your I.D so I'll need you to take your masks off for just a second, please." He was more handsome than I thought. Our priest was 6', 200 lbs and in good shape. His hazel eyes and chiseled features were set off by long wavy brown hair. Even in his black suit you could see he had a good physique with broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist. She was devastatingly beautiful. The long blond hair that hung from her short habit was there in it's full splendor on her I.D. Her classic features and blue-grey eyes gave the impression that she was a young girl. But one look at her body gave her away as a full-grown woman. She was 5'10" and athletically trim with the long, lean body of a model. Even in her costume I could see her breasts rode high and firm on her body. But it was those legs and ass that made me stare. Black high heels and dark stockings showcased her long legs. It was all I could do to stop looking her up and down and go on. "Thank you. You can put your masks back on before you go in." I said. "Oh, by the way. I've seen lots of priests and nuns over the years, but I've got to say-you guys look more authentic than any I've ever seen. Congratulations, Father and Sister." With just the hint of a color creeping up his face he said, "Thank you." Just like the Sisters at school she jumped in to correct me. "I'm not a nun. I'm just a novice. You don't become a nun until you've taken the final solemn vows and they only wear full robes with long habits. They don't wear anything like this.", she said brushing the short skirt down her thighs. He turned to look at her and she stopped herself saying, "But I guess you don't need to know all that." Stepping in to save her any embarrassment I said, "Well, you both look great and you'll get a lot of attention from the crowd tonight. I hope you'll enjoy yourselves. And please let your first round of drinks be on me." "Thank you. Your hospitality is appreciated." He said stiffly as he stood and took her hand. "I'll think we'll probably be keeping to ourselves tonight, but you never know...." She giggled at his comment and turning back to me said, "Thank you, Sir. I'm sure we'll enjoy ourselves." Once they had their masks back in place, I opened the back door to my office and led them out into The Club. As most people do, they started out slowly, meandering through the rooms and looking around. It was a pattern I'd seen over and over again. After a while I sent a waitress over to take them to a curtained, private booth I had set up with cameras and microphones. She showed them that in there they could have privacy or open the curtain and invite people in to join them. Either way they could see out, but no one could see in when the curtains were closed. Even after they got settled into the seclusion of the private booth in took them a little time to get going, but once they did it was hot. I checked in on them more than usual and when I did I couldn't take my eyes off them. They looked like they belonged together, like they were made for each other. They were obviously really into each other and she was completely willing to do anything he wanted. It was so hot. They acted more like a couple on a first date than like long-time lovers. First they just sat and had their drinks, then they kissed and before long they were making out. In a flash their hands seem to be everywhere at once. As her head lolled back he planted soft, wet kisses up and down her long, delicate neck making her shudder with lustful anticipation. He knew just where to touch her. Even if I didn't know they shared an address, it was obvious they were a couple. He knew every button to push and how she would react. She slid smoothly onto his lap, face-to-face, eye-to-eye, and he held her by the back of the neck as he took charge of her body. It was a slow, loving seduction that they'd probably played out dozens and dozens of times. While he was definitely leading the way, she wasn't idle. She could only take the teasing for just so long before she switched roles and became aggressive. Twisting in his lap, she straddled him. She leaned back to open her simple grey blouse and pushed it back over her shoulders as she licked her lips. Her fingertips slid down her neck and over her breasts, stopping for a quick swirl around her nipples. Then, just before she leaned in to kiss him again, she grabbed the tiny clasp at the front of her bra and pulled it open to expose her perfect breasts. She pulled him in for a long wet kiss then shoved his head down, rubbing her perfect tits in his face. He worshipped her tits, letting them just fill his palms, running his fingertips along their curves, then lightly teasing her nipples before he started rolling them back and forth between his thumb and fingers-pulling them to diamond hardness. I closed my eyes to force myself to look away. It was so intense and I was hard as a rock. Before I knew what I was doing the phone to the check-in desk was in my hand. "Is Chary or Marly here yet? Well, send her in. Hell, if you can't tell them apart, send them both in." A minute later my office door opened to one of the hottest things I've ever seen. Twin sisters, either of who could be centerfold material, walked in my door. I should say one walked in because only one of them was walking. The other was crawling in on her hands and knees at the end of a long leash. The dom was holding the leash attached to the sub's collar and swinging a small cat-o-nine tails. Every step or two she'd either let it slap against her thigh or against her twin's upturned ass. "Sorry, we were slow coming in but some bitches are hard to train.", the dom said lightly slapping her sister's ass with the whip. She pulled the collar close and her sister curled up around her leg, reaching up with her hands and stroking her mistress' thigh. They both wore thigh-high leather boots, long leather gloves and collars, the dom in black, the sub in white. Masks matched the color of their boots. They wore the masks like oversized headbands so they covered the moles just next to their eyes. Those moles were mirror images of each other and the only way to tell which twin was which. They both wore two more bands of cloth around their bodies, one over their breasts and one on their hips. Their surgically enhanced C cups breasts needed no support and stood straight out from their chests against the soft material. Whether it was from the cool air in my office or arousal, their nipples jutted out, looking like they ached to be used and abused. Their skirts were slung low on their hips and hugged the curve of their tight little butts ending just below the point of total exposure. The overall affect was amazing. "You two look so fine. And any other time I'd want to know which was which. But all I want right now is for one of you to start sucking my cock." The sub immediately jumped in asking, "May I please do it, Ma'am? May I suck his cock?" "Tell him how much you want it. If you can convince us that you really want it, then you can suck him, Bitch." "Thank you, Ma'am.", she said and crawled over to me. "Please, Sir, let me suck your big, thick cock. I'll do it so good. I promise you'll love it. I'll lick it and kiss it and then I'll take it deep into my throat. You can even fuck my face. I swear to swallow every drop of your sweet come or you can shoot it all over me if you want." "Good job, girl. You sound pretty convincing...how about it, Sir? Shall I make my Bitch here suck you off?" "Hell, yes. Do it, show me what a good little cocksucker you are." Her hands flew to my waist and scrambled to get my cock out as quickly as she could. Warm, soft, wet lips slid up and down drawing the crown and then my shaft in and dragging me down into a state of ecstasy. The warm curves of one sister rubbed against my side as the other worked her magic up and down the shaft. "She's a good little Bitch isn't she?" "You both are.", I said. Grabbing the dom by the hair I pulled her down to my face and said. "Now, you get down there and help her...play with her tits, suck my balls, do whatever you want...I just want to get my cock sucked-NOW." She slid down beside her twin and they kissed their way up and down the sides of my cock. I lost track of whose fingers were stroking my thighs, whose tongue was licking my balls or asshole, whose breasts brushed teasingly against me. I threw my head back and just abandoned myself to the sensations until I felt the urge to come build up. "Here it comes, you little slut. Suck that come out of me. Take it all" I looked down to see their two beautiful faces side by side, one with her lips locked over the head of my cock, the other jacking me off into her sister's mouth. When they had finally milked me dry, they turned to one another and kissed, long and hard, sharing the warm load between them before they swallowed it. Boots, masks, collars, gloves and clothes were all over the floor and couch of my office. Both girls were naked. Now I could tell them apart, but I didn't know which had been playing which role. "Who's who tonight?" They looked at each other and with practiced precision responded together. "Does it matter?" With a wicked smile on their lips they went on to tell me that they planned to trade costumes back and forth all night so they both got a chance to play each role. The long boots and gloves were a practical choice. They didn't want to suffer from being on their hands and knees half the night. "That sounds like my girls. Tough, but fair." I pulled them into my lap and asked, "Do you want to hang out here a while and play, or do you want to go mix and mingle?" "We could stay a while." Marly said. "But we want to go play a little too." Charly added. "Cool. I could use the company. It's been an interesting night so far." Charly said, "We could tell." "Who are these two?" Marly asked. The video feed was still on the priest and nun's booth. She was kneeling on the floor between his legs. With a positively evil grin I heard her say, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned...and I'm going to...all...night...long." Each word was punctuated with a flick of her tongue on the head of his cock. Then she drove her mouth down the full length of it. I couldn't believe this girl could stretch her lips around the long, thick shaft of his cock, much less take it all the way down her throat. Her hand just barely fit all the way around it. She stroked him as she kissed up and down the underside of his staff. Pausing at his balls to lick and suck them then she drug her lips back up the side of his shaft to drop her mouth over him and start all over again. Anyone could tell that she was enjoying herself immensely. She was well practiced and adept at the task, plus she seemed to be getting off on it almost as much as he was. It was so intense that I watched for a while before I realized one of her hands was under her skirt and her arm was moving as she teased her pussy. The girls were perched one on each leg, playing with each other and me. "I think I see why you needed some company, Boss." "Yeah, they're hot." She sucked him like a woman possessed. She had a thirst that only his come could satisfy. She licked him, kissed him and sucked him, worshipping every drop of slick pre-cum that drooled down from the fat head of his dick. She worked him like a pro. Getting him close again and again only to slow down as his anticipation built up to the point of no return. The three of us watched as her throat finally convulsed around his shaft and her hand pumped up and down to draw every precious drop from him as she swallowed it down. Finally her eyes opened and she drew her mouth up until just the top of the head was still between her lips. Kissing it she tilted her head up straight and held it against her mouth, as she looked him in the eye...then smiled. I felt Marly shudder in my arms with a small orgasm, "Wow." "Yeah, wow is right.", Charly agreed. She was having little shudders herself, one after the other for a minutes or so. "That was a trip". As her sister caught her breath Marly went on, "Well, Boss, we've got to get out there and TITILATE the customers." The two of them rubbed their hard nipples against both sides of my face the way they always did when they made that joke. "We're gonna use your bathroom to clean up and dress, Boss.", Charly said. Adding, "Don't peak. We don't want anyone to know who's who...okay?" I watched them walk away and turn back to my desk, trying to focus on the paperwork in front of me. When the girls left and headed out into the club, I tried to move on to other things. But the priest and nun were still at it and I could hear them on the screen behind me. It was all I could do to tear myself away from the sight of them and keep an eye on my other guests. And it wasn't long before I went back to watching them. Her tits were pointed straight up as she lay on the table and arched her back in a moment of release. With his hand slowly stroking his cock, he had his face buried between her long legs as she ground her hips up to meet his oral assault. After she came he pulled her up and sat back. She straddled him and sank down on his cock taking him in with one long, deep stroke. As she hit bottom, she came again and he panted, "Oh, My Child, that was incredible. In one moment-in one heartbeat I got to taste you coming in my mouth and feel you coming on my cock. I've never felt anything like it." Fully impaled on him, she slowly started grinding her hips and riding him. It was like she was dancing for him, with their bodies joined together at that single point. He leaned back to watch her as she moved her body. Her arms moved around her like she was on the dance floor or on stage. She was bumping and grinding like a stripper trying to get a tip. He was getting the ultimate lap dance and loving every minute of it. Like the Stones said, the sight of her was enough to make a dead man come, the feel of her must have been and overpowering sensation. She froze and quivered over and over as she came, riding his cock. He moaned each time her tight wet pussy quivered with release. It was magnificent. Their naked bodies glowed in the soft light as they made love. They seemed like they were perfect together, anticipating each other's needs like only long-time lovers can. Totally engrossed in each other, they were oblivious to the carnal free-for-all that was going on around them. In that moment it was suddenly crystal clear. I'd had sex a lot, I'd made love many times, but this was what it was like to know true love. It was amazing. When I looked back at them later he was pounding into her doggy style on the seat of the booth. She arched her back and looked up like she was going to howl at the moon. His tight butt and legs flexed again and again as he thrust into her. His hands roamed over every inch of her body from her firm thighs and perfect ass up over her flat abs to her rock hard nipples. His long, wet, thick shaft slid in and out-on and on. She came again and again until her arms gave out and she lay her head down on the seat in front of her. He lifted her up like she was light as a feather and laid her on the table, facing out so they could see the whole club through the curtains as he fucked her hard and deep. Fast then slow then fast again, he kept going and going. Each time I checked in I heard them talking so lovingly to each other. Even as he was driving into her on and on, they never broke character. She kept calling him "Father" even when she was urging him to fuck her harder and he always saying "My Child" or "Sister" while praising her cock-sucking or waxing poetic about her fantastic body. Forgive Me, Father, For I Have... I almost missed their departure, just catching a last kiss before they exited the booth holding hands. Stepping out to the lobby just moments before they came out, I grabbed another pair of guest passes for them. "I trust you had a good time tonight.", I said. "Yes, we did.", he answered. "It was wonderful" she sighed. "You have a cool club here." "Thank you both. I hope you'll come back sometime soon or even consider becoming members.", I said giving them the guest tickets. "Oh, I don't know. I'm not sure we could.", he said with a glance toward her. "Well, either way I'm glad you had a nice night. And as we always say-'Come again and again.' Goodnight." With a smile and a nod he took her out into the night as she giggled at my old joke. In the weeks following the party, I looked for them. Eventually I resigned myself to never seeing them again. It was disappointing but it was common here. For some a little adventure like coming out to my place is all they need. A single trip reignites the passion that they've lost. But there was something about those two I really missed. Of course, if I'd seen them the next morning all my misconceptions would have disappeared.... Her habit swung behind her as she walked through the colorful beams of light dancing on the walls and floor from the windows high above. He sat patiently as she knelt, but this time she didn't slip between his legs. They were separated by a paneled wall that slid open softly when she said, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned...and I want to again and again." Forgive Me Father - The Amazon Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned, I. The Amazon ***** Foreword: Note that this short story cuts straight into the confession of a man, without revealing much about his past or life in general. It is part of a series of sexual adventures confessed to his priest in confidence. ***** "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been ten days since my last confession." As I told you beforehand, I went overseas to Africa with a friend and colleague. We visited a tribe together where we are currently setting up school to teach children with the help of the natives. The project is being very well received. So.. um, there was this woman. One night I couldn't sleep I decided to take a walk in the moonlight. It couldn't have been long before I found myself in a small grove by the cliff side I had tracked from the village. She came at me from behind, she was heavy. I got pushed to the ground and she started fiddling with my arms, pulling them behind me. I remember screaming in pain. It was dark outside, people were sleeping, and I was probably a mile or two away from our quarters. It is all a bit of a blur, but eventually I found myself tied taut to a tree, sitting on the ground with my arms rolled backwards around the tree. She was hammering two fairly thick twigs into the ground, about three feet apart, right in front of me. Once they were in the ground she tied ropes to them and pulled my legs apart so that she could tie my feet as well, leaving me effectively spreadeagle in front of her. I finally had a chance to look at her, but the moonlight through the trees offered little detail. She had a broad figure, she was definitely very fit. I found it highly appealing, and her silhouette had beautiful womanly curves. I could tell she was smiling, her lips glistening ever slightly. She spoke to me in a powerful, but calm, voice. I could not understand a word she spoke. All I could think of was how strong she was as a whole. I felt myself wanting her to do things. I wanted to do what she asked of me. I wanted to understand. Then she kicked me, at first experimenting, not so forceful. She kicked my legs, moving up my thighs. She pushed her naked heel against my chest. I yelped and panted, pretending I wanted it all to go away. I raised my voice and screamed for help, but she gripped my throat firmly and choked the word before I could finish. She spat on my face, and rubbed it into my lips. She took hold of my jaw and pried it open, then spat right into me. Humiliating. Why was she doing this to me? I didn't mind, actually. She started kicking again. I screeched in agony as her dorsum met my jewels for the first time that night, and she laughed. She laughed even more when she felt my phallus strain against the fabric of my trousers. She produced a knife and removed all doubt: I enjoyed this treatment. Fully erect, my penis glistened with moisture already. She curled her toes around my manhood and laughed condescendingly. She would not relieve me yet, though. Mercilessly, she continued to pound my ballsack. At first, each following kick was more intense than the former, but eventually they dulled down and instead of stinging it felt like a numb squeeze. The woman took note of my dissipating dismay, and of my soft, yet drooling, dick. Finally she grabbed my ruined legwear and tore it off my body, leaving my bare ass to explore the roughness of the terrain. She pulled my hips away from the trunk causing my arms to painfully stretch. Invigorated by new sources of pain, she grinned and fastened her hand around me as I hardened once more. In her other hand, she held forth a thin, long object. It looked a lot like a needle, but it was clearly of natural origin. It was thick enough I could see it clearly despite the night's pale blackness. Subconsciously, I immediately recognised what it was for and started writhing, fighting to get free, but to no avail. All I managed to do was fuck up my arm, pain pumping and pumping. Then it stung me, like fire. I looked down and watched in terror as the long object, coated in spit and precum, slowly disappeared into my penis. I tried to force my ass through the grass on the ground, to get away from the mixed sensation. It was no use, no escape! Pain spurred new pleasure and I began to enjoy the foreign object inside of me. She started moving it in a stirring fashion and it was heavenly. I moaned and tried to get eye contact with my tormentor. She was too caught up to notice. I threw my head back and decided to cherish the moment. Moments later she started stroking me, up and down.. steadily, firmly. I was closing in on that ultimate moment, the perfect feeling. I moaned and gasped, my hips meeting her hand. I was about to climax at the hands of a stranger in the darkness. ~ She's just a young girl ~ She's left her home for better times ~ She's made the wrong friends ~ She's turning to a life of crime I became lightheaded, humming to that familiar tune by Gary Moore, my breathing stopped. I felt the needle go deeper inside than before. She squeezed my balls roughly, their senses still dulled. And then she let go off me. She cut my legs free, but not my arms. I looked at her pleadingly, my orgasm denied. And then she disappeared into the darkness. I was alone again, abandoned. I tried desperately to pull my legs together and stroke myself. It was futile, and only made me realise the needle was still within me. It was too dark to tell if it was entirely submerged or if it stuck out of me. I pushed myself back up to the tree, giving my arms rest. Eventually I must've fallen asleep, totally exhausted. ~ They found him after midnight ~ On a city street ~ A young man with a problem ~ That he couldn't beat I woke up in my bed, how I had gotten there was explained later. My balls ached, my arm was blue and purple. There were luckily no hard objects within my monument, but the servant girl who woke me kept giving me looks. I didn't want to think about it. I just wanted to be back there, in the woods, with the mystery woman. Just one more time, with the stranger in the darkness." ***** Afterword: I got positive feedback on my first story here and wanted to share some more. I tried to adjust to suggestions about grammar and times, throwing away the present tense habit, I think. I'm not English so I might express myself in ways uncommon, let me know if there are phrases that just don't work. And of course, let me know what you think! This obviously isn't the same type of story as my first submission, I have to work some more on that trail. Thanks for reading, and I hope you were entertained! *****