****** Confessional Secrets by Razi ******
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Confessional Secrets


WARNING: This story is a complete work of fiction. It contains sex in a church
with a priest. If any of it offends, don't say you weren't warned. Please do
not email the author with threats of burning in hell. (I'm gonna do that
regardless of what you think.)

Everyone else Enjoy! Please do not post elsewhere without the author's
permission.


"Forgive me Father for I have sinned, it has been three months since my last
confession." Alicia Davis hated going to confession. The confessionals were
small and cramped and smelled musty and old. Ever since she had moved in with
her aunt Regina, it was something that she was required to do. Go to mass,
attend confession and go to that damned all girls school. She hated telling
other people her private thoughts and deeds. She always imagined that the
priest on the other side of the confessional was a crumpled up old monster from
whom the stench of must was radiating. She heard the priest clear his throat,
which meant go ahead in church speak. Alicia continued "I have taken the Lord's
name in vain many times. I have lied to my aunt about my whereabouts and I have
had sex outside of marriage. For these and all my sins I am truly sorry."
Another lie for her to confess next time she thought. The priest began to
speak; "Well you know that taking the Lord's name is wrong don't you?"

"Yes Father," she whispered.

"And lying to your aunt is something you simply shouldn't do for any reason.
I'm sure she is there to help you. Sex outside of marriage? Well I think I need
a little clarification on that?"

"How so Father?"

"When you speak of sex, I wonder what it is you mean. Was there any kissing?"

"Yes of course Father."

"And petting?"

"Yes Father."

"And penetration?"

"Excuse me?"

"Was there full penetration?" he was sounding annoyed with her.

"Yes Father." Alicia felt a blush rise to her cheeks. Where his line of
questions was leading was confusing to her.

"Where?"

"Excuse me?"

"Are you daft? I want to know where you were penetrated? Your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Your vagina?"

"Yes Father."

"Did you allow him to penetrate your anus?"

"Yes Father but -"

"Silence. You will make the following penance. Ten Hail Marys, ten Our Father's
and five Acts of Contritions. As well you will come to confession every two
days for the next two months."

"Yes Father. Thank you Father." He began to speak of her right to absolution,
but she became lost in the haze of her thoughts. When she noticed that the
sound of his voice grew silent she rose from her kneeling position and took her
leave. She knelt in a pew and began her ritual of prayer for forgiveness. She
heard a faint clatter behind her and spun her head to see. It was he, the
priest she had just told her secrets to. He was a specimen of a man. Tall with
dark hair and dark eyes and more muscular than any priest should be allowed. He
was glaring at her in her school uniform. She quickly looked away to discover
that she was the only person, other than him in the church. He knew it was she
that had just confessed to him! Alicia closed her eyes tightly in hopes that he
would disappear. When she was again brave enough to open them, he was gone. She
blessed herself, whispered a thank you to heaven and quickly scooted herself
out the door.

The next two months were filled with the mundane. Go to school, go home. Except
for her trips to confession, which after the first couple of weeks, she
actually started to look forward to. She knew who it was on the other side of
the partition and she knew he had seen her too. The confidentiality was
breached and this excited her. She found herself making up things to confess to
see what his reaction would be. He always managed to keep a calm demeanor
although on a few occasions she could hear his breath becoming heavy and bated.
With only two more sessions to go she decided to push her luck with him a
little. She entered the church and took her spot in the confessional. She had
prepared for today. She knew exactly what she would say and do, to change his
demeanor. She heard him enter and sit down. She waited patiently to hear the
sliding of the panel that separated them. At last the sound filled her ears.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned." She had a grin on her face.

"Go ahead." He was a man of so few words.

"I have taken the Lord's name in vain. I have lied to you as well as to my
aunt. I have had sex and enjoyed it, and as we speak I am not wearing anything
under this hideous school uniform." Alicia was determined to gain a reaction
from him.

"I see. And why is it that you felt the need to come into the confessional half
naked?" He never swayed a bit.

"I can't stop myself Father. I find myself thinking of you with impure
thoughts. You know all of my secrets and have not judged me. I am finding
myself attracted to you." Alicia was finally in the mood to tell the truth.

"Go on." The pitch in his voice was starting to change and Alicia knew he was
starting to become interested in what she would next say.

"I dream about you Father. I dream of you taking me into your arms and making
love to me. I know it's wrong and I know I should try anything to drive the
thoughts away, but I can't. Whenever I think about it, I masturbate. My pussy
is wet now just telling you and I crave to touch it." Alicia could not contain
her excitement; she wanted him so badly. She knew that it was next to
impossible, but she had to let him know none the less.

"So touch it then." She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her perfect man,
holy and God like was giving her permission to pleasure herself so he could
listen in. She knew that her orgasm would be quick and wanted to hold out for
as long as she could. She reached down under her skirt and her legs were wet
with her exhilaration. She massaged her clit until it emerged from under its
hood. She slid her finger along her slit and then pushed her finger inside of
it as far as it would go. She leaned herself back and continued her
ministrations until she felt her pussy start to spasm around her fingers. She
quickly withdrew them not wanting to cum too soon. A low moan escaped her as
she regained control.

"Put your fingers up to the partition." Alicia could hear the excitement in his
voice and did as he asked. She heard him draw a long breath in through his
nose. "Smells nice." He then began to lick her fingers through the small holes
in the partition intended to ensure anonymity. This nearly drove Alicia insane.
She pulled her fingers now wet with his saliva away and plunged them back into
her pussy. It took about five minutes for her to be overcome with pleasure as
her orgasm hit. Her face now pressed hard against the screen. As she tried to
muffle her moans she felt warmth on her cheek. She pulled back and touched it
to discover that it was dotted with the cum of a priest. She quickly collected
the droplets in her hand and swallowed everyone. When she had recovered from
her trip to ecstasy she discovered that he was already gone. She collected
herself and exited the confessional. There were three women in the church so
she decided to kneel in the pews and pretend to be making penance for her
discretion. She left the church after about five minutes and almost gleefully
skipped home. She had a definite pep in her step as she reached the front door
of her aunt's house and decided she'd better calm herself. The last thing she
needed now was her prissy aunt asking too many questions.

She entered the house and said her hellos to her aunt. She excused herself and
went upstairs to shower and change before dinner. Dinner was filled with small
talk about school and work. Then her aunt changed the subject.

"Alicia, you have been late getting home every second night for the past two
months. Is there a particular reason why?"

"Yes Regina there is." She wanted so badly to tell her aunt how she had been
going to confession every two days and how the priest allowed her to masturbate
in the church. She wanted to tell her about how he had cum so close to her
wanting lips and of how she had eaten all of the cum he left upon her face, but
she decided she would save that for another day. " I have been going to church.
Father Saunders has been helping me learn some more prayers and is teaching me
the rosary."

"Well Alicia, I'm impressed! I'm glad you have taken such initiative. Good for
you. We all feel much better when we live a little closer to God." Regina was
beaming. Alicia was smiling too, but hers was a smile that said if only you
knew about the initiative I'm taking!

"Thank you aunt Regina. My last class in on Saturday. I hope I can pass all of
the tests. Father Saunders has been a good teacher. I hope I can make him
proud."

"I'm sure you'll do fine. Maybe we can go shopping after?"

"Sure. That would be great." Regina had never offered to take Alicia shopping
in the seven months that she had been living with her. Alicia smiled as she
thought "this is gonna work out just fine." The two ate the rest of their meal
in silence. Regina's face was beaming with a look of satisfaction and victory.
She was pleased that it was she who had managed to instill a sense of moral
value into her niece where others had seemed to fail. Alicia beamed at the
thought of putting one over on her overbearing aunt and at the fact that in
less than two days she would be with her priest again.

Despite her best efforts, she couldn't focus at all in school on the Friday.
She did her best at covering up her lack of interest in the subjects of the
day. Her thoughts were consumed with Saturday and being in the confessional
again. The night seemed to drag on forever. She was sure that Saturday would
never come, but come it did, and Alicia found herself at the church doors once
more. She smoothed out the wrinkles in the blouse she had chosen to wear and
straightened the seams on her very short skirt. She pulled open the door and
stepped inside. She took a deep breath as she started on her way to the
confessional. She slipped quietly inside and noticed a note taped to the
partition. ' Meet me in the rectory.' She ripped the note down and left the
confines of the confessional. She knew at last that she would get to look
directly into those deep dark eyes. She walked out of the church and around to
the back where the rectory was located. She knocked on the door. There was no
response. She tried the doorknob; it was unlocked so she stepped inside. She
walked down the small hallway and sat in the living room. She wondered if he
was there. She looked at the walls adorned with pictures of Saints and with
images of Christ. One picture in particular almost made her run from the house
in shame. There was the Madonna looking at her, scrutinizing her. Alicia
couldn't help but speak to it out loud. "Stop looking at me. You can't change
my mind either." She heard a chuckle come from behind her. She spun around
blushing.

"Do you often speak to pictures as if they were real?" it was him. He stood in
front of her now. He wasn't dressed as a priest. He was wearing blue jeans and
a sweatshirt. She looked puzzled. "What you thought we wore those awful black
suits all of the time?"

"It's just. Never mind." Alicia had now felt something she had not felt in the
two months since she had conversed with him in the secrecy of the confessional.
She felt afraid. Afraid that she would not be able to satisfy him. Up until now
she had the security of knowing he couldn't really touch her and explore her.
Inside the confines of the confessional she was free. Free to be exactly what
she wanted to be. She could be innocent or devious. She could be virginal or
act like she had been with a thousand lovers. Now here in front of him she knew
she was showing her vulnerability. He reached out and touched her face. His
hands were strong and smooth. He lingered at her cheek and then traced the
outline of her lips with his finger. "You are very pretty Alicia." He knew her
name.

"Thank you Father." She gently kissed his finger as it lingered at her mouth.

"Do you always dress like this or did you do it for me?" her breath was heavy.
Her nerves igniting.

"For you." all she could manage was a whisper as his hand was finding it's way
into the blouse she had intentionally left unbuttoned three down from the
collar. She shuddered as his fingers found her nipple and rolled it gently. He
removed his hand from her chest and extended it to her. She reached out and
grabbed it as she rose from her seat. He pulled her close and kissed her
deeply. Her head spun as their tongues collided with a feverish passion. When
he broke the kiss, he held her close to him. "May God forgive me for wanting
you so badly." His hands were lifting her skirt to her waist. She didn't
struggle. Her fear gone now and excitement had filled it's void. She could feel
his erect penis rubbing against her through his pants. She reached to free it.
It was massive and she couldn't help but think what a waste it had been for it
to have been given to a priest. He was pushing her shoulders in a downward
direction and she knew what it was he wanted from her. She fell to her knees
and took his tool into her mouth. She sucked at him like a hungry baby at his
mother's breast. Alicia wanted him deep in her throat, but his cock was so
thick that she had a problem keeping her mouth stretched over it. He pulled her
to her feet and bent her over the same chair she was sitting in only moments
before. She felt his cock against the opening of her pussy. The head alone
would spread her farther open than any man had before.

"Fuck me please." She couldn't help but beg him. She had wanted this for so
long now and she was not going to turn back. He thrust into hard and in one
stroke had buried himself within her. Alicia let out a moan and bucked herself
back against him with every stroke. She was about to cum when he withdrew
completely from her. "Please don't stop. I want you so badly." He placed his
hand over her mouth.

"Did I say that you could speak Alicia?" she shook her head no. "I'm going to
fuck your ass now. Be a good girl and don't scream okay?" she nodded yes. He
positioned his cock at her asshole and pumped into her. Little by little he
spread her ass. She bit down hard on her lip as the pain from his dick creeping
its way into her took hold. She tried her best to relax, but was sure she would
be split in two. Finally her body gave up fighting and trying to expel him and
all at once his cock filled her ass. He was not gentle. He fucked her hard and
each thrust almost sent her to her knees. She tried not to scream as he did it,
but she couldn't hold in her cries. He knew he was causing her pain and he
reached down and slapped her ass. She clenched her ass around him. Just ass she
was starting to relax, he smacked her again. He did this ten more times before
he withdrew his cock from her ass and reinserted it into her pussy. He was more
deliberate. He wanted to make her cum and it wouldn't have to wait long before
he got what he wanted. The sound of her pleasure filled the room. He could feel
his own pleasure rising. Before long both Alicia and her priest were filling
the house with orgasmic cries. He splashed his seed within her and it made
Alicia buck even harder against him. She dropped to her knees and took his cum
covered cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked until no trace of either
were upon it. She stood up and began to walk to the bathroom to clean up. He
stopped her and kissed her again. He spun her around and tapped her on the
bottom scooting her on her way. She returned to find him already dressed. He
opened his arms and she walked into his embrace. They held each other for a
long time before she left. She returned home to her aunt Regina asking a
million questions about her tests and if she had passed them all. Alicia told
her that she thought she did rather well, but would be asking Father Saunders
if she could take some extended classes.

The weeks that followed were interesting to Alicia. He aunt had taken her
shopping as promised and they bought a lot of clothes that before now Alicia
would have never been allowed to wear. She was allowed to transfer from the all
girls' school to a co-ed environment and she went to church regularly and
seated herself in the very front row. She hadn't been to confession since her
last required visit, but something inside of her told her it was time to go.
She walked up to the confessional and tucked herself inside. She waited
patiently for the partition to slide open. The priest on the other side cleared
his throat which meant go ahead in church speak. Alicia closed her eyes and
started "forgive me Father for I have sinned." She heard the partition move.
When she opened her eyes the partition was gone. He grabbed her head and kissed
her. "I've missed you Alicia. Please see me in the rectory after mass."

She smiled as she answered him "Yes Father."


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