1 comments/ 110813 views/ 23 favorites Lara Goes to Confession By: 0131aj Lara sat on the back pew of the small local church, nervously waiting her turn for confession. She had always found these weekly visits to tell her sins to the old priest nothing more than a routine her mother insisted on. Today, however, she had something new to confess and she wasn't even sure she could find the words to tell the holy man in the confessional. When everyone else had left and the church was quieter than she had ever known it, she hesitatingly opened the door to the old fashioned type of confessional. She barely had room to kneel down and face the grill behind which she could make out the outline of the waiting priest. Lara crossed herself and began. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It is one week since my last confession." The old priest smiled when he heard the voice of the young girl for he knew exactly who it was. He had watched the girl grow up over the last eighteen years and now she was the most beautiful girl in the village. He looked forward to seeing her at mass each Sunday, especially when she wore her summer dress with the low neckline, showing off her gorgeous breasts to the full. He may have been a celibate priest but he could still appreciate a sexy woman and this was just what Lara had grown into. Lara began to tell him the usual weekly tales of imagined sins; imagined because he knew she was a good, innocent girl who never did, or confessed, anything which he considered to be a sin. He knew that she was only coming here each week to keep her saintly mother happy but he wasn't complaining as he looked forward to hearing her sweet voice and, if he was quick, he would be out of his side of the confessional and be able to walk past her as she knelt to say her penance, giving him yet another view of her stunning breasts. At the very least, he would be able to watch her as she walked out of the church, her sexy arse swinging behind her. "There's something else, Father," whispered the anxious girl. "Oh?" answered the surprised priest, shaken out of his thoughts of what he would have liked to have done with this young beauty if he hadn't taken his vow of celibacy. "Just take your time, my child. There is nothing you can't tell me within the secret of the confessional." "Well, Father, it's about my boyfriend." At this the priest sat upright. He had never imagined Lara to have a boyfriend and he had no idea who this boy could be. Perhaps it was someone from the town she had met while going to school. "Yes, my child?" he managed to say, wondering what the girl was going to say next. "Well, he wants to take photos of me with his new digital camera. Is that ok, Father?" The priest relaxed and smiled. "Of course its ok, my child. This is not a sin; it is perfectly normal for a boy to want to photograph his girlfriend. Now, as a penance for your other sins say three "Hail Marys" and make a good act of contrition." The priest listened as Lara went through the ritual of saying the words and, hearing that she promised to sin no more, he blessed her. He waited until she was finished, heard her open the door, then lingered just a minute to allow her time to get down on her knees in the pew opposite. As he opened his door he tried not to appear in too much of a rush and was rewarded when he saw the girl wearing one of her low-cut dresses and, as he walked by the praying girl, he looked down to feast once more on her beautiful tits as his cock stirred deep within his long black cassock. Chapter 2 "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It is one week since my last confession." The priest smiled to himself in the semi-darkness of the confessional box. He had been looking forward all week to this young girl returning. The weather had been warm and all the girls were wearing their summer dresses or shorts and T-shirts. It made it so much easier for a voyeur and pervert like him to catch a glimpse of uncovered female flesh. "Confess your sins, my child." Lara rattled off the usual litany of tiny offences then stopped. "Is that all, my child." "Yes, Father. I've been too busy with my boyfriend this week to really have time to commit any sins. I've let him take lots of photos of me, just like you said." "And did you have fun doing that?" "Yes, Father, but it was embarrassing when I took off my clothes." The priest nearly fell off his hard wooden chair in shock. Collecting himself, he asked the girl, "When you did what?" "Well," she replied, hesitatingly, as she heard the change in the priest's voice, "I knew it was all right because you told me so. I thought it a bit strange but, after taking a few pictures of me in my dress, he asked me to get into funny positions like bending over and looking back at him or bending forward. I really thought my breasts were going to fall out of my dress when he took that one. They're quite big, Father, my breasts, that is. I'm sure you won't have noticed being a holy man like you are but I think I've got the biggest ones in class and the boys are always teasing me about them -- some of the girls do too but I don't listen to them. My boyfriend says they are just jealous but when he climbed on to a chair so that he and his camera were looking down at me and I was worried he would be able to see my breasts down my dress; he assured me, that it was all very artistic and that I wasn't to worry. "So that was ok but then he asked me if he could take some photos of me in my bedroom. He said he wanted to be able to look at them and imagine I was going to bed or just getting up in the morning. I kicked off my shoes and lay down on the bed but he said it wasn't quite right, artistically, and that I should really have my pyjamas on. "I really wasn't sure about that, especially as mother was out, but he said he would look away while I changed so I thought that would be ok. I opened the zip on the back of my dress and pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor. As I stepped out of it, I looked back to make sure he wasn't peeking but he was simply sitting on the edge of the bed, looking in the mirror. I wondered what he could see that was so interesting but I thought I had better get my pyjamas on as quickly as possible. "I kept my bra and knickers on because they are quite small, Father, and I didn't think they would show under my pyjama jacket and trousers. They have red trousers and a stripy jacket so I was well covered up when I said, "Ready" to him. He turned around with a lovely smile on his face and I knew then that I was falling in love. "I lay on the bed with my head on the pillow but he asked me to shake my head so that my hair was all messed up as if I had just woken up. Well, my hair is really thick and long like you know, Father, so it doesn't take much for it to look messy. Anyway, he seemed to like that. "After he took a few more photos from different angles he asked me to open my jacket. Now I really wasn't sure about that, Father, but he pointed out I still had my bra on so it's not as if he would be seeing anything more than he would if I was wearing my bikini. I suppose he was right but it was still embarrassing showing my bra to a boy for the first time and I couldn't understand how he knew I still had my bra on anyway. "At least it was a nice one, white with a small flower design but I think my face was probably as red as my trousers at that point. He was very sweet, though, and didn't say anything to embarrass me but then he pointed out that my nipples were showing through my bra. "And they were, Father. I'd never know them to get so big and sensitive before but I could almost see them growing before our two sets of eyes because he was staring at them too. He was very nice then too because he suggested I might want to take my bra off in case it was rubbing against my nipples. "I was very scared about that but he is older than me, Father, so I thought he was probably right. I couldn't think of anything else that might have made them so big. Trust it to happen to me just when my new boyfriend was taking my photos. Anyway, he pretended not to notice and just kept on taking my photos but when my breasts were bare I covered them with my hands, although my small hands didn't cover much more than my nipple area. I could feel my nipples throbbing under my palms and the heat coming from them must have matched the heat from my blushing cheeks. "As I rolled about the bed he took various photos of me topless but I kept my hands over my breasts, Father, so please don't worry about that. When he finished and I was lying on my back he suggested I take off my red pyjama trousers as I had already taken off my jacket and he wanted to have a photo of me as if I was getting ready for bed. I know it seems strange but I could understand what he was saying and I knew that he loved me too, so I dropped my hands from my breasts and, lifting my hips, I slipped my trousers down my legs. He continued to take photos but he promised he wasn't taking any of my bare breasts; instead he was just following my trousers on their way down. "As I lay there in only my tiny knickers with my hands back over my vulnerable nipples, he asked me to get into different positions on my front, on my side and on my back. I was a bit worried about lying on my front as there was only the thin strap of my thong covering the middle of my bottom but he seemed to like that too. After a few moments he pointed out that my knickers were wet. When I reached down between my legs I realised he was right, my panties were soaking. I was so embarrassed; I had felt a funny feeling between my legs when I was taking up the different positions on the bed that he asked me to but I didn't think that I had wet myself. He didn't seem to mind, though, and he just suggested that I should take them off and he could take a photo to make him think of me as I would sleep in the middle of the summer -- totally nude. I don't, Father, but it made sense what he was saying and I really wanted to get rid of my wet knickers so I slid them down my legs and dropped them on the floor. Before I had a chance to cover the thick bush of dark curly hair between my legs, he had taken some more photos but, again, insisted they were just for artistic purposes. And he took my knickers too, promising to wash them and return them to me so that mother wouldn't find them in my laundry. "Finally, I lay there, totally naked and I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in my whole life. My boyfriend could see my breasts and my private place and I thought I would die of shame but he was very sweet and didn't make a big thing of it. He moved me around the bed again and seemed to take a lot of photos of me lying on my front. He even asked me to pull my knees up and when he stood behind me with his camera and I was sure he would be able to see my bottom hole between my cheeks; but he said I have a "gorgeous arse" and that I should be proud of it. I know that's a bad word, Father, but that's what he calls it. "When he was finished taking my photos he simply kissed me on the lips and said goodnight. It's ok to let my boyfriend kiss me, isn't it, Father?" "You are a wicked, dirty girl. How dare you show off your naked body to a man? Yes it is ok to let your boyfriend kiss you but to allow him to photograph your naked body is nothing short of being perverted. For your penance you must say five "Our Fathers" and five "Hail Marys". Now make a good act of contrition." The priest couldn't believe the girl had been so naive but, when he passed her saying her penance in the church pew, he knew he was no longer the only one lusting after her young, sexy body. Lara, on the other hand, was totally confused and very embarrassed. She thought the old priest had said it would be ok to have some photos taken but now she he was saying she had done something dirty. Her boyfriend was so nice to her, though; not like the boys in her class, always whispering dirty things to her. She didn't know what to think and when the old priest walked past her she hung her head in shame. Chapter 3 "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been one week since my last confession." Lara was nervous today as she had new things to tell the priest about her boyfriend and she wasn't sure she would be able to find the words without feeling very embarrassed. The priest was also wondering what today's confession would bring and whether the girl had allowed herself to be used again. "Confess your sins, my child." Lara practically repeated what she had confessed last week which wasn't unusual thought the priest as she said the same things almost every week. He almost hesitated to ask but he knew that he was desperate to know if the girl had lost any more of her innocence in the last seven days. "And have you kept your clothes on with your boyfriend this week, Lara, as I told you?" "Yes, Father, even when he was kissing me; although it might have been easier to have taken my knickers off when he was kissing me on my private place." "Oh my God," thought the enraged priest. "What is she talking about now?" He managed to control himself in time to ask, "What do you mean, my child?" "Well, after you told me I had to keep my clothes on, Father, I told my boyfriend that and he said he didn't mind as long as he was still allowed to kiss me which you said he could. Isn't that right, Father?" "Yes, my child," managed the old man. "So we were lying on the couch in mother's living room when he started to kiss me. He kissed my lips very gently; he kissed my eyelids, my forehead, my ears and back to my mouth. It felt really nice, Father, when he was kissing my mouth and then his tongue started to lick my lower lip in between kisses. That felt strange but good at the same time and I realised my lips were opening without me even thinking about it. His tongue kept going right into my mouth and began to touch my own tongue. "I didn't know what to do at that point so I just did what he did and he seemed to like it too. After a while he started to kiss my neck and down towards my breasts. I had this dress on, Father, so he was able to kiss a lot of them and as he did so I felt him sliding my dress off my breasts, revealing my bra again. "I tried to protest, Father, I really did but he said we weren't doing anything wrong as my dress was still on, which I suppose it was. This time I had on a tiny pink bra and he kissed all around it before slipping the cups off my breasts too. I suppose he thought that it was ok too because my bra was still fastened behind my back but I really wasn't sure. It was very embarrassing to know he wasn't just photographing my bare breast but kissing them too. "When he started to kiss my nipples, though, I couldn't believe the feelings running through my body. And they weren't just in my nipples, Father, although they were getting big and hot again; no, I could feel those funny things in my private place again and I wondered if my new pink knickers were going to get wet too. "He kept running his wet tongue round and round my nipples before he started sucking them into his mouth, one at a time. I knew now my knickers were wet because I could feel them against my private place and they felt quite sticky. It was really embarrassing, Father, because I didn't want him to think I was always wetting my knickers and I knew I was blushing again. "Anyway, I was glad when he stopped because I thought that would stop me getting any more wet and maybe he wouldn't notice but then he began kissing down over my tummy. As his kisses trailed down my legs he slowly slid my dress up my thighs and knelt down between them. I'm afraid to say, Father, that it felt really nice when he kissed the smooth skin on the inside of my legs, very close to my wet knickers. I didn't want him to keep doing it, Father, but I didn't know how to stop him either. I knew you would be angry even though I was still trying to be a good girl. "When he touched the wet part of my knickers, Father, I really thought I was going to wet myself as the feelings got really strong. He began stroking up and down my wet slit and kissing my "pussy" through my knickers. I know that's not a nice word, Father, but that's what he calls it. I really wanted him to stop as he was making my pretty pink knickers almost see-through as they got more and more wet but when he hooked his finger inside them and pulled them to the side I was even more embarrassed. "Now he was staring at my hairy pussy and it was only inches away from it. He said it was so beautiful he had to kiss it and, before I could stop him, he did. I'm rally sorry, Father, but he didn't stop there; he began running his soft tongue up and down my slit from bottom to top. Up and down, up and down, Father. I couldn't stop him no matter how much I wanted to because now my body was out of control and the strange sensations that I had felt earlier were rushing through my whole body. I was writhing beneath his tongue, my thighs clamped tight against his head as he probed deeper and deeper. "When he moved up to the top of my pussy one final time I thought he might stop there but instead started to flick at that strange little button there. I was way beyond having any control over what was happening now but, when he pushed a finger into my pussy, it was as if an electric shock was running through my body. He just kept flicking with his tongue and pushing his finger in and out, over and over again. Flicking and probing. Faster and faster. Until finally, Father, I think I blacked out for a moment as the feelings just overcame me entirely. "When I opened my eyes again, he was sucking the finger that had been inside me and I was so embarrassed that he could taste my wetness. I was lying there on my mother's couch, my large breasts hanging out, my nipples wet from his tongue, my knickers pulled aside and they, along with my pussy, were dripping wet. "He leaned down and kissed me on the mouth once more. There was a strange musky taste from his tongue as he pushed it between my lips and, I'm sorry, Father, but I suppose that was the taste of my pussy because that's where his tongue had been. I think I know what you're going to say, Father, but I was only letting him kiss me like you said." "You evil, disgusting girl. When a good girl is kissed by her boyfriend it is on the cheeks or maybe the mouth if they are engaged. What you have just told me is the most disgraceful thing I have ever heard. You will say ten "Our Fathers" and ten "Hail Marys" as your penance and you had better make sure your act of contrition is a very good one. Lara started saying the words with tears in her eyes, once again promising to sin no more. Once again she was in trouble when she thought she had only been doing what she was allowed to do. When she had finished she dared to ask her confessor one last question. "Is it ok if I kiss my boyfriend back, Father?" "Yes, of course it is but no more of this sinful behaviour. Get out of my sight and sin no more." Lara rushed from the confessional, the door closing quietly behind her. The priest was in no rush to move this week, however, as he had cum in his trousers, the first time he had cum in years, and he hadn't even touched himself. He would have to wait until the girl had said her penance and left before he could venture out. He didn't want her to see any telltale signs of his "accident" or, worse still, to smell his cum on him. He was sure, though, that she wouldn't know what it was she was smelling but he realised that nothing was certain with this young girl any more. Lara knelt in the pew, feeling very humiliated. She had tried to be a good girl and had tried to do what the old priest had told her but now she would have to go back and tell her boyfriend that he wasn't allowed to kiss her like that any more. She wondered why the priest wasn't coming out of the confessional today. Maybe he was too angry with her and didn't want to look at a bad girl. This thought made her cry again and feel her shame even more deeply. Lara Goes to Confession Chapter 4 "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It is one week since my last confession." Lara was barely whispering because she was so nervous and so ashamed. She knew the old priest was going to be very angry but how could she tell a man of God what had happened. She wasn't even sure she knew herself how it had got that far but she knew her boyfriend was very happy and that had to be good. "Speak up, my child. I can hardly hear you." The priest found that he was nervous too. Was this previously innocent girl going to confess to more sexual misdemeanours? What was she going to tell him? He waited impatiently while she again repeated the minor indiscretions from last week. She had barely finished when he demanded, "And what about your boyfriend? What have you let him do to you this week?" Lara was almost in tears as she looked at the old man's outline through the grill. She took a deep breath and confessed, "It's not what he did to me, Father, but what I did to him." Fearing the worse, he encouraged the trembling girl to continue. "Well, Father, you said I was allowed to kiss him and when I told him this he said that would make him very happy. I didn't really understand at that point what he meant but I was pleased that I had made him glad. Mother was out again so we were sitting on her couch kissing, just kissing on the mouth, Father, when he asked me if I would kiss him the way he had kissed me last week. "I was really confused, Father, because how could I kiss him on his pussy, boys don't have a pussy so I asked him what he meant. He said I could kiss his cock and it would make him feel the way I had last week. (I know, Father, I shouldn't use words like "cock" but that's what he said.) I know too that I shouldn't have had those feelings last week, Father, and I'm really sorry I did but, if I'm honest, they did make me feel really good and I suppose I wanted to make him feel good too. "I told him I didn't know what to do and was very afraid but he said he would tell me what I needed to know and that he would be "gentle" with me. I was confused all over again but knelt down between his legs as he instructed. I couldn't believe it when he opened the zip on his jeans, reached in and pulled his "cock" out. I had never seen a real one before but it looked so big and so hard. He explained it was hard because he loved me and it was slightly moist at the top in the same way that my pussy had got wet last week. "He told me to lick the tip first and I know I shouldn't have, Father but I did, removing the small drop that was sitting there. When I touched it with my tongue, it jerked and I got a real fright but he just smiled down at me and told me to do it again. When I did his cock twitched again but he told me that was because I was doing so well and his cock was enjoying it. "Then he told me to take it in my hand and gently squeeze it. I did, Father, I held a hard cock in my hand for the very first time and I was very scared of it. I don't know if it was wrong or right but he just kept smiling at me and nodding encouragingly. I was very embarrassed to be kneeling before him in my mother's living room with his throbbing cock in my hand but he assured me that this is what girls do for their boyfriends so I just did as I was told. "Keeping my hand on the base of his cock, he told me to lick up one side and then the other. I didn't really see what that had to do with kissing but he obviously knew better than me and was clearly enjoying it. After a few minutes of doing this, he told me to take his cock into his mouth. I'm sorry, Father, really sorry; I'm sure this was wrong but he asked me if I wanted to make him feel good like he had done for me last week and, of course, I said yes. "So I did it, Father; I put my lips around the tip of his cock and allowed him to lift his hips slightly and push it in. I nearly ran out of the room then, Father, as I suddenly realised mother could come home at any moment and find us like this. I was scared too that you would be angry again and I was very ashamed that I might be doing something very wrong, but when I looked up at him, his cock inside my mouth, he had such a look of contentment on his face that I couldn't bring myself to stop. "As he pushed down on the back of my head, his hard cock slid all the way into my mouth until it hit the entrance to my throat. He told me to keep my lips tight around his shaft and to move up and down. He was so sweet because he held onto my head and moved me up and down just so I would know what to do and how fast to go. "Once I got used to doing that he told me to "use my tongue". I wasn't too sure what he meant but, since his cock was moving in and out of my mouth very quickly now, I licked the underside of it as it slid in and out. When he moaned I thought I had done something wrong but he wouldn't let go of my head and told me to keep going. "My mouth was getting tired and sore now but he put his hand over mine and taught me to move it up and down at the same time as my mouth and, once I got into a rhythm, he began moaning again. I took this to be a good sign now and was pleased I was doing it right for him but, Father, it's still very embarrassing to be doing that in your mother's living room and my face was red from shame as well as from exertion. "As he got more and more excited, he was pulling my head up and down, faster and faster than before. I could barely keep up with my mouth, especially when his cock started trying to force its way down my throat. I was gagging but I tried to keep going and pumped his fat cock with my little hand even faster. "Finally he let out a huge roar and I felt his cock swell within my mouth. The next thing I knew my mouth was filling up with something and I had to open it. This thick white stuff, his "cum" apparently, poured out of my open mouth and shot out of his raging cock. I let it go in fright but he took over where my hand had been and pumped it furiously. He had his legs wrapped around me and I couldn't move as his cum hit me on the face, in my hair and down my dress. It seemed to go on forever until, finally, he stopped and, pulling my face close again, he wiped his dripping cock on my cheeks. I'm really sorry, Father, but it made him so happy and you did say I could kiss him." "You slut," roared the priest, incandescent with rage. "I said you could kiss him, not give into your basest desires and perform these unnatural acts. You will have to say a whole Rosary to atone for these despicable sins and you can never see this boy again." "But, Father," pleaded the young girl. "I love him and he loves me. Is it not all right to love my boyfriend? "Of course it is all right to love him but you must promise that that is all you will do." "I promise, Father, I promise. And I will say the Rosary every night to apologise to God for sinning so much. Thank you. Thank you, Father." The young girl practically skipped out of the church after saying her Rosary but the priest remained where he was with another pair of trousers that would have to be sent to the dry cleaners. Chapter 5 "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It is one week since my last confession." "Confess your sins, my child." "Well, that's just it, Father; I don't think I have any to confess. I've been too busy loving my boyfriend like you said to have any time to sin." "Very good, my child," said the old priest almost disapointedly. "So why are you here?" "I wanted to say thank you, Father, for all your guidance and to let you know that I know how to love my boyfriend now so I won't have to commit any sins." "Excellent, my child. So are you enjoying being in love?" "Oh yes, Father, but it was a bit painful the first few times." "Painful?" "Yes, Father. When my boyfriend's cock pushed into my bottom the first time I thought he was ripping me apart." The old priest could not believe what he had just heard. In despair he said to the seemingly still innocent girl, "Tell me." "I told my boyfriend what you had said about how it was ok for us to love each other but that I wasn't sure how to do that when we were not allowed to take off my clothes or to kiss each other the way we had. Of course, he knew exactly what we should be doing and said he would teach me. "He explained that good, Catholic girls have to be virgins on their wedding night and I told him I knew that already. Then he told me that there are other ways I can please him like a good wife would please her husband. I was so glad he thought of me as a grown woman, Father, and not just a silly little girl. "Even so, it was a surprise when he said he would put his cock up my bottom and that he would get those feelings again. I really thought that would be wrong, Father, but he told me that's what all his girlfriends had done, especially those who wanted to stay virgins. "We sat on mother's couch for a while just talking about it and he was very patient, Father. Then he said we should just try it and see how it went. Well, I still wasn't sure, Father but I thought there would be nothing wrong with trying. I could always stop him if I thought I was doing wrong. So I got into position, kneeling upright on the couch but leaning forward so that my arms were resting on the back of it. "He slid my dress up over my thighs. That always gives me a shiver, Father, as I always seem to suddenly realise my bottom is going to be uncovered. When the dress was around my hips, my face was blushing once more as I always find it embarrassing when he looks at my "gorgeous arse" and I know that there is now only a thin strip between my cheeks to hide my bottom hole. I had on a nice white thong again, Father; I think he likes my white ones. "But then he did something which really made me blush, Father. He pulled that thin white strip aside and knelt down behind me. With my dirty hole now only inches from his face, he leant forward and licked me. Licked me there, Father. Can you imagine how I felt? "Obviously I straightened up immediately in shock and embarrassment but he took my hips and pulled me back down into position. He explained that he had to make my bottom wet, just like he did with my pussy, before he could go any further but I really wasn't sure, Father. I remembered what you had said about kissing and this felt like the same thing all over again; certainly those unwanted feelings were starting in my pussy again. "He was so kind, Father, because he explained he had to do it this way or it would hurt me too much and I really didn't want that. So I got back into position and tried to relax as he instructed but it's very hard to relax when someone is licking your bottom. The more he did it, however, the more the feelings in my pussy were getting stronger and I was squirming on mother's couch. "Then, for some reason, he pushed a finger into my pussy and coated it with my juices. I told him not to do that, Father, as you wouldn't like it and I was sure it was sinful. He said he understood and took his finger out but then he rubbed it all around my bottom hole and pushed his finger in there, just a little. "I got such a shock, Father, that I jerked upright again, his finger tip still in there. He calmly explained he had to make my hole ready to take my cock but it still felt very humiliating to have my boyfriend put his finger up there. I trusted him, though, and bent down again, very wary. "He began to move that finger in and out very slowly, but deeper and deeper each time. My face was burning, Father, really burning but so was my pussy and I couldn't understand how my body could be enjoying this when I was starting to believe it was very wrong and that you would be very angry. "Eventually, he pulled his finger out, leaned over me and whispered in my ear that I was ready. I don't know what he thought I was ready for; I certainly wasn't ready for what came next. I heard him open the zip on his jeans and I looked round to see him taking his cock out. It looked even bigger this time and I suppose it was only then that the realisation finally hit me, Father -- he was going to put that up my tight hole! "It had felt bad enough when it was just his thin finger but how on earth would I be able to take a fat cock up my bottom. I gripped the back of the couch and held myself tight. He told me to relax but how could I do that when his cock was already pressing against my hole? I felt an enormous pressure back there but then he leaned over me again, slipped his hand inside my knickers and started to rub my pussy. Now I knew this was wrong, Father, but I seemed trapped where I was and I did want him to love me so I stayed where I was. "The more he rubbed at my wet slit, the more he pushed hard with his cock and, just when I felt the feelings wash over me again, he pushed right in. I screamed, Father, because it was still painful and anything this sore couldn't be right so I tried to push him off but the more I struggled the more he pushed into me and, honestly, the more I think he liked it. "I didn't like it, Father; it didn't feel like love but he lay on top of me and slowly began to pull out again. I thought he had changed his mind and was changing back into my nice boyfriend again but then he pushed in once more. He was doing it really slowly but I could feel my bottom hole stretched tight around his cock and it was burning. So was my face. Here I was, in my mother's living room, kneeling on her couch with my tiny knickers pulled aside and my boyfriend's pounding cock deep within my dirtiest hole. "It felt so wrong, Father, and I knew you were going to be angry again and that I would deserve the worst penance ever. But what could I do now? He was so strong and the more I struggled, instead of it getting worse, it started to feel good as my body betrayed me again. The feeling started to run from my bottom to my pussy and back again. I didn't want it to, Father, honestly I didn't, but there doesn't seem to be anyway to stop these feelings once my pussy takes over. "As he pushed deeper and deeper into me and his strokes were getting faster and faster, he held on to my hips and battered my poor bottom. Every few minutes he spanked me too, spanked me, Father. Can you imagine how that felt? But I could feel my feelings take over me too and, when I was overcome by them, I felt him push deeper than ever, his cock swelling inside me and he filled my bottom with his cum. "I finally came to just as his cock slid from my poor bottom but then he turned back into my nice, gentle boyfriend and knelt down behind me. It was even more embarrassing, Father, but he said he didn't want to leave my bottom in a mess so he sucked his cum out of me and licked my hole clean. Pulling my knickers back into place, he kissed me on the back of the neck, said "thank you" and left before mother came home. "It was painful that first time, Father and I was sure it was wrong but we've done it every day since then and it is getting easier like he said it would so I suppose he is right also about it being the thing that good, Catholic girls do for their boyfriends. It's still very embarrassing though, Father." The old priest couldn't take any more of this. He had cum once again just listening to this young girl being taken advantage of; he had to do something. "Very good, Lara. You will have no penance today but come over to my house when you leave the church and I will show you some more ways good, Catholic girls can love their boyfriends."