0 comments/ 98283 views/ 5 favorites True Confession By: Ellie If you knew me, you'd be totally blown away by what I'm about to reveal about myself. No one, I mean NO ONE who knows me could ever imagine how naughty I really am or some of the things I've done. You see, I was born a modern day Southern lady. On the outside, I do what is expected of me. I please my parents and my family, and most of all, I please my husband. I'm the perfect mom and the perfect wife. I'm also a 3rd grade teacher, a good one, and everybody in this little town knows me. I volunteer at bake sales and the like for this cause or that; I teach Sunday school. I'm the mom next door and a pillar of the community in this tiny little Southern town. Oh, but you know all about Southern women, don't you? We're innately sneaky, yet have a strict moral code for behavior. For example, one unwritten, unacknowledged rule is when you hear about or see something naughty you MUST act shocked (even if you've done it yourself a thousand times). Another rule for women of Southern heritage is that it's okay to DO anything you want, but you can NEVER, EVER admit to it or speak of it. One must maintain the air of innocence at all cost. The most important facial expressions, "innocence" and "shock", must be practiced and mastered. So I guess you could say I'm living a double life, the goody-two shoes vs. the very sneaky near nymphomaniac. As a matter of fact, any bad thing I do is all the more pleasurable when I'm being sneaky. The sneakier it is, the hotter I get! I suppose that's why voyeurism and exhibition are so appealing to me, I can be a very bad girl and still maintain my innocence. After all, YOU are the one looking, and how was I supposed to know? (wink, wink) One of my favorite oh-so-naughty experiences happened at a hotel where I was staying while attending a workshop for teachers. The first evening, I just couldn't get to sleep. I was alone and so very horny. The hotel had a wonderful, big indoor swimming pool and hot tub. The pool area was lovely, with lots of plants and trees all around, and best of all, it was late and no one else was there. I slipped on my swimsuit, a black one-piece conservative number, and headed to the hot tub. I slowly eased into the water, closed my eyes and tried to relax, but the hot, swirling, bubbling water assaulted my nipples and pussy and made me even hornier. Safe in the knowledge I was alone, it wasn't long before I began to fondle my nipples and rub my pussy through the thin material of my swimsuit. One of my best features, I think, is that I have really great tits—big tits, but quite perky with long, lovely pink nipples. God, they are so sensitive, and I love them sucked and squeezed and pulled. There in the water, I pinched and pulled my nipples through the material making them pert and hard. The bubbles and water churning between my legs felt so good too, I wanted so much to get out of that suit so I could feel the sensations even more. Landing back in reality for a moment, I contemplated easing my shoulder straps down so I could get to my tits. I opened my eyes and looked around, and although I could see no one, this time I got the distinct feeling that there was someone there. Had someone been watching me? No, surely it was just my imagination, but at the same time a feeling of embarrassment and excitement ran over me. If someone was there, they were definitely hiding in the bushes watching me. Soon the embarrassment was gone and a thrill took its place--what if? The "naughty me" took over and decided if the spy wanted to see something, I'd give him something TO see (and at the same time do what I really wanted to do all along). Lying back in the water once again, I closed my eyes and imagined the stranger watching me. I started fondling my breasts and tweaking my nipples until they were hard again. I eased the shoulder straps of my swimsuit down my arms and pulled the top down over my luscious breast. God, how free they felt and how good the water felt bubbling all around my floating tits. Now, I hoped he was watching; I wanted him to see me squeeze and play with my tits. The "even naughtier me" took over and I lifted one up to my mouth and sucked in the nipple. I sucked it, and I licked it, then I did the other one. Did I mention I loved my nipples sucked? Mmmmmm. Although he couldn't see it, I had to play with my pussy now—it was in desperate need of attention. I slid my fingers under the crotch of my swimsuit and could feel the warm water meet the slimy wetness of my pussy as I slid my fingers up and down my slit. The feel of my fingers along with the constant swirling water made me want more and more. Two fingers now on my clit, I circled it over and over varying the pressure and occasionally sliding my fingers back to my pussy hole and teasing the opening with my finger tips. I moaned. I wanted him to hear me. I wanted him to know what I was doing. I arched my back and let myself float up as I eased the swimsuit over my legs. I once again looked around to see if there was anyone around. It was then that I saw leaves moving in the plants near the edge of the walkway. He WAS there; I could see the blue of his shirt between the foliage. I couldn't see his face, but I looked right at him as I lifted my swimsuit out of the water and laid it beside the tub. I blatantly stood up, waist deep in the water, and pinched my nipples and gently pulled on them for him. I squeezed my tits together and let my hands slowly slide down over my stomach. I needed to cum, and I wanted him to watch me cum. Still facing my observer, I climbed up on the bench made into the hot tub and positioned my pussy in front of a water jet. I was still staring into the spot where I knew he was as I leaned into the jet so that it hit right on my clit. I steadied myself by holding on to the side of the tub. I moaned louder and louder as the jet was bringing me toward a climax. I swiveled my hips and thrust my clit toward it as I got nearer and nearer. I was just about there when he stepped out where I could see him too. His face was twisted in extreme passion as he frantically stroked his cock. I could tell he was on the brink as well. Almost as soon as I saw him stroking it, I started to cum so hard I was almost screaming. I watched him cum at the same time I did, spurting his cum all over the walkway. Once he regained composure, he smiled at me and pulled up his pants. He blew me a kiss, waved goodbye, then left. True Confessions True Confessions: A Love Letter To you: I close my eyes and feel your presence with me, though your body is not here, I can feel your soul. It reaches out to me from across miles and miles of land. It calls to me...a longing ache...as if it is waiting for me to merge with it. My heart breaks knowing I can't be with you in the physical world but only with you in the world we create for each other in our minds. The words you write for me touch me deeply causing tremors through out my body. When your name appears on my screen my stomach tightens in knots. I touch the screen with my hands, wanting it to be your face, your lips, your heart beating beneath my touch. I don't have the words that you do. I don't write verses of poetry but, stories of passion, of want and of need. Though we met just a few days ago, I feel as if I've known you forever. What you have brought to my life in such a short time, is something I had lost long ago. You are all the special things in my life I have lost...from the simple to the hardest...you feel a void in my heart that has been missing for such a long time I had forgotten what it felt like to have it complete. I have read your words of poetry and I'm moved by them knowing they were written long before you knew me though I feel as if they were written for me, as if they were waiting for me to find them. When I am with you and our innocent talks turn to passionate caresses, I feel you beside me..holding my hands, touching my face, memorizing my body, so when we say goodbye, your able to keep me with you. You have become the first thing I think of when I open my eyes and the last thing I see before I close them. I don't know what you look like, nor do I care. You are everything I love and desire all hidden away from my eyes. A mist in my life that covers me protecting me and sheltering me from pain and cruelty. I never wish to leave the protective covering of your presence, to feel you surrounding me with love and with beauty. I had planned on writing a story for us, a story of love that was so deep it would stand the test of time and it would end with our love triumphing over all obstacles placed in our paths. But I cannot because a story has an ending and I don't want this feeling to ever end. Your voice I have only heard once and it stays in my mind, playing over and over..never losing its sound. Even when you didn't talk I was happy just to have you there. The quietness of the room engulfed me and it was your presence again I felt. I lay on my bed and just listened to you...taking a moment to enjoy the company you gave to me. When we are together and our words flow onto the screen and we pause in our talking I still feel your presence, I am still watching the screen as if I am watching you, feeling at ease though I can't see you. I long to hear your voice again, to be comfortable to converse with you as easily as I do now on this paper. How we speak in our love making and in our talks the words just flow from my heart and reach out to you. I sit here now not knowing if I'll even send this to you, but keep it locked away in a special place for me. But then I immediately think, how could I not share with you what I am feeling? How could I not share these things with you? How could I make such a decision that would not allow you to know what you have done to me? But how do I? How do I continue to reach out and grasp what I cannot have? But I will ...... I will continue to love you as long as you'll let me, I'll continue to hold you as long as you'll let me. I'll continue to want you as long as you'll let me...and when you feel it is time for me to go, then I will...I will look back and remember every word written, every word spoken and every touch that was made, and I will not forget.... From me True Confessions "You wananother drink while I'm up?" Karen asked. She was wearing a transparent red nightie with faux feather trim. Her red thong was partially riding up between her legs forcing her to adjust it as she walked. Red was a good color for the tan fleshed woman. Even though she was in her own house and it made more sense to be barefoot she was wearing a pair of fuzzy red heels. Nikki rolled onto her back staring up at the ceiling. The girls had the lights dimmed so the glow in-the-dark stars could be seen. "Is this thing actually accurate?" Nikki asked. She was about the same shade of cinnamon brown that Karen was but she was probably fifty pounds lighter. She was topless. Only a pair of black boy shorts covered her most intimate parts, the rest of her was bared for the world to see. "And I'll take a beer." "Yes it's accurate. It's the summer sky in the northern hemisphere. All the constellations. Anybody else want anything?" Karen answered. "You are such a fucking nerd. It's a miracle you ever got laid." A lightly bronzed blonde said. She had a perfect hourglass figure that could easily have gotten her a job as a model. Being a model was way too much work for her though. It meant she had to drive places and be on time. It was easier just to keep a collection of sugar daddies around to pay her bills and take her out for dinner. All she had to do for that was smile. Her white bra and panties combination came complete with garters that came up to her thighs. "A margarita would be nice." She added at the end. "I am good." Kelly replied. The Asian had straight black hair that ended half way down her back which was farther than her cut off blue tee shirt went. That only went halfway down her smallish breasts. Kelly sat up and crossed her legs running her fingers along the band of her bubblegum pink thong. "One of those Smirnoffs if we've got any left." Christie was standing the corner looking at her own reflection in the mirror. The cream skinned Latina had a pair of yellow trimmed black panties on. The top half of her outfit was a spaghetti strap shirt at least a size too small. It was black with the Batman logo stretched across her impressive cleavage. "Ok I'll be back in a minute." Karen said and then walked out of the bedroom where the girls were all gathered. The trashcan was half filled with beer cans and bottles was tucked in the corner of the room. "So what are going to do next?" Nikki asked as soon as Karen reentered the room and started distributing drinks. "We've already finished modeling all our new lingerie." "I think it's time for true confessions." Jessica said almost sneering the words out. "What is true confession?" Kelly asked turning towards the blond. "We each take turns talking about what was the nastiest thing we ever let a man do to us. The winner is the one who tells the nastiest story." Jessica answered. "I'll start." "Wait wait. Nasty as in slutty or nasty as in gross?" Karen asked. She sat down on the corner of the bed. "Whatever blows your skirt up hon." Nikki answered then walked over to the door and shut it. "Okay well my story is about my second boyfriend, you know the sailor?" She got a couple grunts of recognition. "Well I didn't know this at the time but the reason he'd joined the Navy was to get out of some criminal charges. He was a gambler-" "I know sailors are all fags but he wasn't ugly enough to qualify as you doing something nasty." Jessica interrupted and all the girls laughed in response. "Shut up. I'm telling the story and you have to know a bit about him or else you'll just think I'm a slut." Nikki said. "You are a slut though. We all are." Karen laughed and sipped at her tequila. "Least I am." "Anyway. When he came home he got back in with his old crew and got in a bit of trouble about six grand worth of trouble. Not only were they threatening to hurt him but they were also going to press charged against him, since he was in the military it would have basically gotten him fired and a dishonorable discharge looks real bad. He would never have gotten another job and I was gonna marry that man. So it was up to me to get him out of trouble." "So did you volunteer or did he make you do it?" Jessica asked. "A little of both. He didn't ask me if that's what you mean. He just called me crying and explained what was happening. I had to help him. So I went to his meeting instead of him. It was this old abandoned warehouse down off Fourth and Main. There were like twelve of them cus they were supposed to beat the shit out of him." Nikki explained. "Well when I got there I told them that I was there and I would do whatever it took to get him out of trouble cus I loved him. You know how in all the porn movies and trashy stories the gang members think that some pussy is worth six thousand dollars and that it's no big deal to loose that money if they get to fuck you. In real life it's not quite like that. Turns out my pussy isn't worth six grand. They took me out to Luther Street and put my ass to work as a prostitute." "No you fucking didn't. Stop lying." Karen sneered. "I kid you not. I almost got arrested. Anyway most of the guys were just lonely pathetic guys. They mostly wanted blow jobs, a few wanted to fuck. There was one guy though who I'll never forget. He was the ugliest mother fucker I've ever seen. When he was a little kid he reached up on the stove and spilled a pan of burning grease on his face. You know who he looks like? He looks like what Two Face would look like if he was real, it's almost exactly down the center of his face. Well I guess when you're that ugly on the outside eventually it just leaks into your soul. He was a fucking freak." Nikki's hips squirmed slightly as the memory started to play back in her head. "Well don't stop, we wanna know what happened!" Jessica squealed. "I know I know I'm getting to it. He took me in this back alley, just tossed me down on a pile of trash and pulled his pants down. I thought he wanted me to give him a blow job. And he did, but that wasn't where he wanted me to start. He made me start by giving him a rim job. He slammed my head back against the brick wall and basically pinned me with his ass. I had to pry his ass cheeks open just to breath and then he made me lick it. I don't think that man had showered yet and he certainly didn't shave. I can't begin to tell you how nasty it is to get ass hairs stuck on your tongue. He wouldn't let me stop until I'd cleaned his colon with my tongue. I didn't have a choice so I went to work jamming my tongue in his ass. Then I gave him a reach around. When he felt like I'd done a good enough job he let me blow him. I never thought I'd be happy to let a man spit in my mouth but at least it helped wash the taste of his ass out of mouth. He pushed me down face down in the trash. There was something rotten in there too and he fucked me in the ass. Fortunately he wasn't too big so it didn't hurt much. It was more that I was getting muck on me than anything else at that point. Well he dumps his cum in my ass and I think I'm done right?" "What he do to you?" Kelly asked. "He reached into the garbage and found a half eaten sandwich and told me I needed to shit out his cum onto it. I knew he was some kind of freak but I did it anyway you know? I mean the worst part was done, it had to be. Well it wasn't. He told me to eat it." "No way. Gross." Karen gasped. "You know I loved Kris but if it came down to me eating dumpster cum sandwiches or him sleeping with the fish. Motherfucker best say hi to Flipper for me is all I'm sayin." "I didn't love that boy that much either. I tried to run. The guy tackles me though zip ties me to the fucking fire escape and beats me with a wire hanger until I beg him to feed me the sandwich." Nikki walked over to the bed and turned around point to her shoulder where a triangle of flesh is lighter than the rest. "I still have a few scars from it. Trust me bologna and cum is not a good flavor." It took me three weeks to earn the money for that man. "So who's next." "I go next." Kelly volunteered. "This is story from when I young and still lived in Vietnam with uncle and brothers. Aunt had was taken by police and I was only woman in house. Uncle and brothers use me as sex slave. They take turns trying to hurt me. Uncle decides to treat me like dog. Made me wear dog collar and stay on leash. Even go to bathroom outside and he clean with hose. Then one day he tie me down with legs spread and let entire village use. When day stop so much cum in ass and pussy they fill plate!" "Wow. I guess that makes it my turn to tell a story of degradation." Jessica said standing up and smiling. "Well it would be humiliating for any of you. Me I loved it, every single second. Hell if I got the chance to do it again I would. See it was about five years ago so I was just turning twenty one and I was a little older than the rest of my friends so I was the one going out on liquor runs. It was just me and a bunch of guys, three of them were brothers anyway they were at Mike's house cus his parents were out of town and we got fucking thrashed. I man like epic fucking trashed." "You're always epic trashed Jessica." Nikki teased slapping the white girl on her thigh. "I'm not epic trashed right now." Jessica retorted. "Not yet." Nikki teased pointing to the trashcan filled with bottles. "But you're working on it." "Yes I am. It makes it easier to look at your ugly ass." Jessica stuck her tongue out. "Now how bout we let me finish. I was already a fucking slut, I mean most of the guys there had already had me. Well one thing started leading to another, kissing petting before I know what's going on all the guys are running a train on me. It must have been about three hours of just cock." "So what else is new don't you do that every Friday?" Karen asked. "Actually it's the first and third Friday of every month. Thing is I was a slut back then but not that kind of slut. I wasn't a gangbang girl back then so after you know the third guy pounding away at my pussy I was starting to get sore but they wanted to keep at it either that or I need to show them something they had never seen before. So they the guys got the idea that they wanted to piss in a beer bottle and then pour it in my ass. Boys right?" Jessica shrugged as if this was something at most omen went through at least once. "Well they did." "No fucking way." Karen gasped. "Yes fucking way. I let six boys piss in a beer bottle then shove in my ass and pour it into my shithole. It took a bottle and a half before they couldn't any more in me. Then they made me waddle to the bathroom and squat in the bathtub so they could all watch their piss come back out of me." Jessica grinned. It was special smile that only she was really capable of. She wasn't ashamed of what she'd done. Something in Jessica was getting excited just remembering that night. "That leaves you Karen what have you done?" "You remember my first boyfriend and fiancée. Kris? The Marine?" The girls one by one nodded that they remembered him. "Yeah well he his favorite game was to make me drink piss and vodka." There were several grunts and groans. "Yeah yeah you think it's not that big a deal because I didn't eat a rotten cum sandwich or get a piss enema. What he did didn't just happen to me. When we had our coming out party, when we first started telling people we were engaged. He served piss and vodka to everybody without anybody but me knowing. I mean everybody. His parents, my parents his older sister. Everybody who was of drinking age." Karen watched as Nikki's fast twisted in disgust. "Yeah you were there that night too." "Gross." She whispered. "I had a couple that night." "You had three." "You know I remember thinking there was something different about theme." Nikki commented trying to remember the flavor. "How bout you mix us up some. I think I win as far as nastiest story but this will be something we can share." She turned to Jessica. "I'm down if Kelly is." Jessica said smiling. "I will do this." Kelly answered looking to Karen who had just finished her drink. "You all are serious?" Karen asked looking around at the other three girls at her lingerie party. "Completely." True Confessions Heard by a Priest Dear reader, it is close as I sit here in bed typing on my laptop. You see my days are numbered and I have decided to show you a glimpse of the confessions a priest hears. Of course the names will be changed to protect the innocent but also, the events will be as close as I can remember after fifty years of sitting behind the partition inside the confessional. Enjoy for the tales that will be unraveled and revealed here are sure to stimulate the mind as well as the libido. I have looked over your listing of stories and decided that I will go down the list in order to see if I can recall tales in each section. I hope to enlighten you to how depraved everyday people are around you and show just what it is you seek to find on this site of torrid and steamy trysts. Around the year 1954 A.D. I had taken a brief sabbatical after going through the seminary, I needed time to search out a church to serve in and take a little time to reflect on all the decisions I had made. The sabbatical had been in early may and by August I had found a church and set up myself to take over there in September. Early on I knew that priesthood was the only way for me, it was that or a psychologist and I had a strong connection with God so I decided instead of spending all the years in school for college I could dedicate my life to God and the church and have both things I loved most. The lord and helping people with their own personal demons and problems. I had settled in by early November and the congregation had warmed to me exceptionally well. They had embraced me as one of their own and very soon were able to find their way into the confessional at all hours to relieve themselves of their sins and problems with anonymity. The first time I was approached and heard tale of a sexual rendezvous from a young lady of the parish it truly baffled me. She seemed so shy whenever I had spoken to her that her lucid recollection of her debauchery and whorish behavior nearly knocked me out of my chair inside the little boxlike room in which I sat on the other side of the closed partition. It was November 8th, a light snow had fallen and the town's people had been preparing for a more wintry blast when the church doors opened and I had been called into the confessional by one of the younger priests that resided inside the church with me. I donned my robe and headed into the room from the door in my office which entered the backside of the confessional. As I sat down on the chair inside I knew deep down that I was about to hear something I would remember for years to come. Maybe it was precognitive or just that feeling of foreboding you get when you're about to hear something you had never expected. I partially opened the partition and the little iron mesh that kept both of our faces obscured sat between us. "Bless me father for I have sinned," came the little quiet voice of Jennifer. I knew the voice for she had been here before and confessed your everyday normal sins. The girl would be enough to force most priests to excommunicate themselves and throw their religion to the wind. She had soft reddish hair, stood just over five feet and had a knockout figure that I enjoyed looking at as she resembled the starlets from years past. "Confess your sins my child and be forgiven," I whispered through the partition. "Father it has been three days since my last confession and I have taken the lord's name in vain five times, also I have well, I have committed acts of vile sexual nature and forgive me but I enjoyed them," she nearly cried as she spoke. "Go on my child." "Well Father would you like the full details or just the acts of which I have been party to?" "Whichever shall cleanse your soul the most child. It is your sin for now but speak freely for your confession will die with me." "Father, three days ago after I left the confessional I was walking down the street, wearing my customary skirt and blouse when a gentleman friend of mine walked up behind me and whispered something lewd in my ear. Now normally I would have turned and slapped him, or any man for making such a remark but, on this day I grew damp Father, you know that feeling that women get between their legs that we aren't supposed to speak of. And so I turned around and smiled my best congenial smile and nodded an affirmative for whatever reason I can't recall now and lead the way to my home." As she spoke I closed my eyes, I may be a priest but my mind's eye still works like any other man. For I had not always been of the cloth and in my middle teenage years I had experienced the pleasures of a women which I will never forget. I let my mind paint the vivid picture as she told it, letting the image flow freely behind closed lids. It was a moment I shouldn't have allowed myself, but if it would allow this girl to rid herself of her sins then I reckoned I could live vicariously through her demons without forging a bargain with Satan and creating my own. Her honey sweet voice revealed what he had spoken to her on the sidewalk, a lewd comment indeed. He had told her that just seeing her in her skirt aroused him and that he would like to pleasure her all afternoon with his fingers and tongue as well as his manhood. "Go on my child," I whispered every few minutes as she spoke of her afternoon of sin. She had lead him to her home and once the door had shut she had turned to face him for the first time since the sidewalk and she had reached behind him closing the door as their lips met. I could almost taste their kiss myself as I viewed this with my eyes closed. She told of how he had ripped her blouse to shreds and tossed the tattered garment on the floor. Only seconds later her breasts had been bared and he had thrown her onto the table as he went to the ice chest and retrieved cubes. "Father then as he walked towards me he ordered me to remove my panties as I lay there on the table. He wanted me to leave on the skirt saying it reminded him of a little school girl as he slowly ran the cube over my lips and down my neck." Her words were getting stuttered as she told me what he had done to her, with each word I could hear the arousal in her voice and I must admit being only nearly 25 at the time I had struggled with my own libido and wished I had not taken any vows ever in this lifetime. I resided to sit there and ignore my own needs as I listened still as she continued. "Father, he then ran the ice cube down the valley of my breasts and then back up to my nipples, where he circled them with a cube in each hand. His mouth I soon realized had traveled down my stomach as he lifted my skirt out of the way before pressing his tongue against me down there. His tongue forced me open and well touched me where only wash cloths and one lover had done before. I couldn't help myself Father I loved it. I couldn't contain my excitement and soon I had taken the cubes from him and was rubbing them on my own nipples looking down between my spread out legs watching this acquaintance of mine licking and doing such marvelous things between my legs. He touched a spot no man had found prior and before I knew it I was screaming out our lord's name and arching my back in what I know now is my first orgasm." I was hard beneath my robe by now and couldn't resist the urge to touch it. She would never know I thought as I pulled the robe up enough to get the throbbing flesh in my hand. I would regret this later and confess my sins to myself in my private rectory, I would never reveal this to the other priests for fear of betrayal to the higher orders. Her own breath was becoming ragged and I suspected she might be touching her own bits on the other side of the partition. "Father, then is when he did the most wicked of things I had ever experienced," she whispered. "What was it child, confess all to wash away this day of sin." "He lifted my legs and ran his tongue down the slit of my wet opening and then pushed his tongue against my um...back hole. Yes, Father my butt. He took long licks and poked his tongue against the opening as his fingers were moving around inside my pussy. It was amazing and taboo, but I knew that he was ready for more and I hate to admit but so was I. I felt like such a depraved slut at this point ready to free myself to all inhibitions I had ever felt." By now I will tell you I was furiously stroking my cock until I feared my hand might fly off and break my nose in a wild moment of self loving. I could also hear above my own breathing slight gasps coming from the little beauty not three feet away from me. I had to risk the chance of being caught and pushed the little wooden sliding window so that I could see through the fence like framework between us. That little glimpse showed me wonders that I had thought I would never miss. The girl's skirt was up around her waist and her panties were pulled to the side. I watched as she slid her fingers around her clit and pushed them deep inside her pussy. "Father, I don't mind if you watch while I confess," she said with a wink as she leaned forward and restarted her tale again. I was startled but couldn't look away, my throbbing erection wouldn't allow the part of my brain that was screaming, "close the sliding window," to be heard. "The next thing I knew the man had pulled me up and stepped forward pushing his fat penis against my lips as his fingers teased my nipples. What I did was so natural at the time Father, I slid my lips over the helmet of his cock and sucked hard running my tongue over it until he was moaning and thrusting his hips, gagging me on his enormous tool. He shouted that he was almost there so I backed away, as much as I would have loved to drink down his load, I had to have him somewhere else when he exploded. Somewhere I had never had a man before. I climbed up on the table and told him to grab the lotion out of my purse. As he went to retrieve it I slid my fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clit wiggling my arse in the air waiting impatiently for his return." I would wrong any of you if I didn't admit at this point that I was so tempted to slip out the back of my confessional and right into her's and take her right then. But I was still a man of the cloth and had taken a vow of celibacy and wouldn't betray that. I couldn't so early in my years as a man of god. Then she went on without breaking a stride. "He grabbed that lotion and knew what I wanted Father. He squeezed some out on his cock and then a few drops into his hand. The next thing I felt as I was fingering myself was the cold lotion being rubbed against my tiny little butthole. He rubbed it in and then pushed a finger into the lubed opening. It felt so good Father, I pushed my ass right back against him pulling more of his finger in. Then I tossed my hair to the side and looked over my shoulder and told him to fuck me in the ass. To make me his dirty whore." At this moment I felt the cum rushing for release so I let go. I wanted to wait until this tale climaxed to join her in orgasm. I may not be able to have her in the flesh but I could make sure that I felt that rush of cumming with a woman at the same time even if there was a partition in the way. "He grabbed my hips and Father he didn't go gently, he pushed the head of his meaty prick against my asshole and then lunged forward plunging his cock all the way into my virgin ass. Well at that point it was no longer my virgin ass but you get the point Father. He held my hips and pushed deep inside over and over again as I rubbed my swollen clit. And I swear Father it felt so good. Never did I think I would enjoy getting buggered, but I did. So much that as you can see I like playing with that hole now." As she said that I looked through the opening again and saw that she had both of her legs up on the partition wall and was fingering both holes as she talked to me. "As he pounded me," she began once more, "I felt my clit throbbing faster and growing thicker and knew that my orgasm was close. I told him to shoot his cum in or on me whichever he wanted. Jesus, Father I wish I could drag you over here right now and do these wicked things with you as I cum. No that would be wrong. Anyway, he was pushing faster and deeper and then he swatted my bottom and grabbed a handful of ass with both hands and thrust as much as he could before the first explosion of cum shot out inside my backdoor. He then pulled out and grabbed my hair spinning me around on the table as I kept rubbing my own pussy and clit. He pointed his cock at me and stroked it over my face and a few blasts of cum hit my cheek and ran down the side of my face and another dribbled down over my lips. I licked my lips and rubbed faster and harder on my own clit until I exploded, like I am right now Father." With that she moaned and squealed softly on the other side of the partition as I watched. I couldn't hold off my own impending orgasm and shot what felt like gallons of cum out the tip of my red, and now raw prick. Globs of cum hit the floor and dribbled down the underside of my robe as I gave my cock a few last good tugs. "Lassie," I said slowly as I recovered from my orgasm moments later, "Go and say thirty hail Mary's and pray to the Lord that he forgives you." "Thank you Father," she smiled through the opening as she straightened out her skirt and stood up, "oh and Father, anytime you need another story to help your release, I am naughty and will come to confession."