Father Samuels was by no means a lecherous man. Chosen by God at the young age of 17, he spent most of his life behind the walls of a seminary. Raised in Boston, he earned a scholarship to study in Paris where his role model became none other than the Cure of Ars. As such, he would avert his eyes from women whenever he could and would not even think of touching their hands. By the age of 33 he had acquired for himself both a parish in the north of France as well as a reputation as the most pious Catholic priest in Europe. Many flocked to his sermons, but his God given talents laid in his ability as a confessor of sins.
There were many women who would confess to him debaucheries: whores, peasant women, and lusty nobles alike would seek penance from this Christ-like figure. His temporary arousal was always sated through a mixture of masturbation and self flagellation. Despite his affirmation of his faith and his devotion to chastity, a seed was growing within him that was not planted at ordination. It was a seed of youth that would come to fruition in a tight virgin ass.
"Marielle, this is the third time this week you enter into the sacred sacrament of Confession, what is wrong my child?"
Marielle was as fallen an angel as Father Samuels was not. Serving as a foil to her confessor, she deviously designed a confession sure to break the holy man into surrendering his virgin cock to her. A noble woman born to a duke and duchess, she was well aware of the sins of the flesh and given every opportunity to partake in them. However, participation in the Christian Church was a necessity in those times, and in this instance it proved to have extraneous benefits.
She had long sought Father Samuels affection, and her firm yet buxom build was a prize to any man. However the good priest saw her merely as a child of God, and with this fact she suffered to no end. Father Samuels was the type of man who believed in a balance of spirit, mind, and body, and his intellect was equaled by his physical beauty. His daily routine left him a muscular man of robust spirit, and as Marielle imagined, an equally robust cock. As he spoke the blessing and read the Scripture aloud, she contemplated her next move.
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned, it has been two days since my last confession."
Father Samuels now grew tense as he quivered in expectation. Marielle was his favorite for many reasons, not the least being her stories were quite graphic. "Not now," he muttered to himself, "I am acting in the person of Our Lord."
"What are your sins my child?"