Sin

From the author: thanks always to KS without whom this stuff would not see the light of day. If you don't like religious people involved in sin, then please go and read something you will find more to your taste. I would say the Bible, but as an atheist brought up by religious parents who made me go to chapel three times a Sunday, I know the Bible and it does sin a fair bit!

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My name is Peter Phillips. I am thirty-two and a priest at a church in Suffolk, England.

I had wanted to be a priest since I was a teenager. I went to a theological college and from there, went through training to be ordained. I did this by the age of twenty-six. This was my first parish where I have been for six years.

I love being a priest. I am very happy in my faith and the things I have to do. I love helping people; from talking to people about their problems, to visiting older people in their homes, and doing marriages and funerals.

I have only one problem, which I have not managed to deal with. I am tempted by women. Every woman I see, makes me feel an urge; an urge which is given life in my trousers. I masturbate at least once a day. I look at pictures of naked women with big tits and hairy cunts on the internet.

Being a Catholic, I am nagged by guilt. My church says a priest cannot have sex, and that masturbation is a sin.

So I pray to my god every day, to stop me from sinning and absolve me from my crimes. I know God hears me, and every day I sin a bit more.

Then, last Wednesday afternoon happened.

It was a few minutes before the end of confession. I had only had two people in two hours. Then the confessional door banged. Someone took their seat and said the usual opening. It was a female voice.

"Tell me your confession my child," I said, in my most sympathetic voice.

There was a long pause.

"I've committed adultery, Father. My husband never makes love to me anymore. I love to fuck. I can't help it."

I hear lots of things in the confession. I had heard confessions of adultery before, but not this graphic.

"Why do you love sex?" I asked, feeling something growing in my underwear.

"I have always loved it, Father. I love the feel of a hard cock in my cunt and cum going down my throat. I also love a woman's tongue on my pussy. Just talking about it makes me very wet. I need to cum!"

Her voice was very husky by then, and there was a rustle of clothes.

"That's better," she groaned. "I've got my fingers in my cunt and I'm wanking myself."

I could hear the wetness of her fingers moving in and out. It was taking all of my self-control not to get my cock out. "You should try and resist this sin, my child!" I rasped, hoarsely.

"Oh god. I can't, Father. I need to cum! I need to cum! Oh, I'm cumming!"

She let out a little scream, and then there was silence, except for her heavy breathing. She spoke again after a couple of minutes. "I bet you're hard, Father. I bet you've been playing with yourself!"

"Of course not!" I tried to sound offended.

"I bet if I come round there, you'll have a hard cock to fuck me with!"

And the door banged. There was a minute's pause, then my door opened. A middle-aged woman with huge tits, wide hips and an incredibly hairy twat stood there.

"I knew I was right!" she smiled, looking at my crotch.

She moved inside and told me to stand up. I should have resisted, but my cock had total charge of me. She pulled my habit off my head and sank to her knees. Her mouth was so hot and wet round my cock, as she slid herself slowly up and down.

"Oh my god!" I groaned, in pleasure.

"Is that as nice as you thought it would be?" she asked, slipping my manhood out of her mouth.

"Oh yes, it's fucking amazing!" That was the first time I'd ever used the F-word.

"You'll hopefully like this more!"

She pushed me down onto my chair and mounted me. She briefly rubbed my head against, what I was sure was her clit, before putting my head at her opening. Without hesitation, she sank down.

"Oh fucking hell!" I groaned. Her heat and wetness was amazing. This was a hundred times better than I had dreamed it would be.

"You like that?" she grinned, starting to move up and down.

"Oh yes, I love it. I shouldn't, but I do!"

"God forgives sinners," she gasped, starting to move quicker. "Play with my tits!"

I got her blouse open and front-opening bra unclasped, even though I had never touched either before. Her tits were huge, round, and soft. I fondled and squeezed them. She kept asking me to do it harder, until she gasped with pain and pleasure.

She was now almost bouncing on my cock, and I suddenly felt my climax very close.

"I'm going to cum!" I wailed.

"Oh yes, give me your holy cum deep in my cunt!" she groaned.

Seconds later, I did just that. Seconds after that, she screamed and came. We sat there for several minutes, recovering.

"How was your first fuck?" she finally breathed into my ear.

"Very, very nice," I panted back. "Can we do it again?"

"Wait and see," she smiled, and got off. I watched a long stream of my cum run down her thigh. She felt it and rubbed her fingers in it, which she then licked clean. "I love the taste of cum!"

Five minutes later, she was gone.

For a few minutes, I felt great. I had finally had sex and loved it. But as I knew it would, guilt soon set in. I had rushed back to the presbytery afterwards, missing my evening meal to pray for forgiveness. It worked for about a minute, and then I was smelling my fingers that had been inside her, and then was stroking my cock which was still sticky with her juices. Kneeling on the floor in the position of prayer, I had wanked myself to a huge climax, which was repeated in bed twice later that night.

I had cum another three times the following day, but gradually I got a hold of myself. As wrong as it had been, I had begun to feel that god understood my aberration. And while he probably didn't forgive me, if I was contrite enough and did enough good work, he would in time have a place for me in his heart again.

So I put my heart and soul into both prayer and community work all week.

I had been half hoping and worrying that my virginity taker would come back for Saturday confession. She did not. I went home and made myself a meal; my housekeeper did not come in on Saturdays. It was eight o'clock, and I was just about to sit down in my living room when the doorbell rang.

I was used to being called on at any time, so I went to the door wondering what it was this time. Did someone need the last rites, or just need someone to listen.

What I did not expect—was the woman who had fucked me last week. She stood there, looking as innocent and nervous as she could, with her head bowed and her hands held together at her waist.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Father!" she said, almost in a whisper.

"I tried to get to confession, but could not make it. I really need your help to confess and cleanse me of my sin. Will you hear my confession, please?"

She looked up then, and her eyes were full of desperation.

"Of course, I will," I said, relieved that this looked like being nothing more than an ordinary confession.

I led her into my living room. I pointed to an armchair and sat opposite her on the couch. She sat there for a couple of minutes, with her head bowed. When she finally looked up, she had a worried look on her face.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," she said very quietly, and paused. She seemed to take a breath to compose her thoughts, then she carried on even quieter, so I had to move closer to hear.

"It has been a week since my last confession. I have tried very hard not to sin, but I've been weak, Father, so weak. I have fucked five men and three women this week. I've committed adultery eight times. I am such a poor sinner. I need you to... to absolve my sins, and help me get clean!"

This was something I had heard many times, but gone was the supplication and desperation in the voice that usually accompanied it. These words were delivered in a low, husky moan. Even so, my training and vocation briefly struggled to take over.

"God will forgive you, my child, if you really want to stop sinning. What you have done is wrong...!"

My attempt to be the priest I always wanted to be stopped, as I did, in mid-sentence. As I was speaking, she got up, undid her coat and took it off before sitting down again.

She was totally naked.

My eyes immediately took in her big, soft, round tits with large hard nipples. She was hairy under the arms, and there was fine hair on her thighs. The hair was most abundant and profuse between her legs. It was an unruly delta of growth, with a treasure trail from her tummy button down into the jungle which spread to her thighs, right down and over her bum.

This week, her bush was not the soft, springy mass of curls I had looked at last Saturday. It was matted down and sticking to her flesh. And also, unlike last week, her cunt opening was very visible straight away, with her thick, soft lips gaping open. The cause of both, the matting and her open lips, was very obvious. From her belly down to her thighs, she had a film of white, which was a sticky mess on her bush, matting it together. And there was a steady stream of white stickiness oozing out of her pussy onto the chair.

"Yes, that's right, Father. I have just been fucked this afternoon. Three men, Father—three men came in my pussy...twice each. And I sucked them all off first. I need you to clean me of them, Father—clean me...of their sin."

With that, she lay back against the cushions and pushed her bottom as far forward as she could go, while spreading her legs to their widest comfort. This opened her pussy up wide, and a gush of cum flowed out down over her arse crack, and onto the floor.

"Oh god, I've got so much cum in me, Father. Please, I need you to suck the sin out of me." This time, her voice had the desperation of the sinner and was pleading for my absolution.

This time, I responded. I knelt in front of her, staring with lust and longing, at her hairy, sticky cunt leaking three men's cum. The smell was intoxicating. It was her smell, but even stronger. And this time, there was a definite added scent that I'd not come across before; a starchy smell, which must be the men's cum.

I was processing this when, with a moan of desperation, she put both hands around the back of my head and pulled my face in. I went willingly, and for the first minute, just rubbed my face into her jungle, getting it covered with her juice and smell. Only then, did I let my tongue do some exploratory licks, and they started on her thighs to clean them up.

My first taste of cum was surprisingly not unpleasant. It tasted like it smelled, with a little bit of fishiness and sweetness. And as I licked her clean across her thighs and stomach, I found myself quite liking it.

"Oh fuck, Father. Please eat me now," came a pleading wail above me. I glanced up to see my seducer squeezing hard her big, soft tits.

I obliged like the obedient priest I was. I started by sucking mouthfuls of her bush in my mouth. They were full of her juice and male cum, and took some sucking to clean. Then, I slowly licked the length of her lips, from her arsehole to her clit.

She cried in pleasure, "Lick me. Suck me now, you fucker!"

Before she had finished, I had clamped my lips around the opening of her cunt, and sucked. She simultaneously pushed with her pussy muscles, and a huge ball of cum filled my mouth.

I savoured it, but only for a moment. I had to swallow it, to make room for the next load, and the next. It must have been a few minutes, before there was no further trace of cum emanating from her. It felt like I had swallowed a pint of cum, but this wasn't the end.

"Lick me 'til I cum, now," she gasped, tightening her thighs around my head.

So again, I followed my training of obedience. For the next five minutes, I flicked, curled and flattened my tongue over every millimetre of her soaking, smelly twat.

With every ministration, she writhed and moaned more under my touch, until I had to grip her hips to hold her steady. The climax came when I gently bit her clit. Her scream bounced back off the ceiling, and I had to open my mouth wide to swallow the jet of cum that spurted from her pussy.

We stayed in our positions for a few minutes, as she got her breath back, and stopped shaking; I marvelled, again, at the person I was now. Still a dutiful priest caring for my parishioners, but also now a cum-happy pussylicker and cuntfucker, who could not get enough sex.

As if to prove the point, I found my tongue beginning its ministrations again on the soaked cunt. For a minute, she seemed to be wanting more, but then suddenly pushed my head away.

"One good turn deserves another, Father." She smiled and stood up, reaching for my hands to also bring me up. "Where is your bedroom?" she simply asked.

She lifted my cassock up and off me, as we stood next to my bed. Smiling, she ran the fingers of both hands delicately and slowly up and down my throbbing cock. "I think you want something hot and wet round this," she whispered. "Sit down on the bed."

I did, and she was between my legs immediately. She had changed places with me. As I got up, I lifted my cassock over my head, so I was naked with an extremely hard cock, when I sat down on the bed.

For a few seconds, she knelt there admiring my rampant member. Then, very slowly, she reached out and wrapped her hand round the base, before pulling gently upwards. This movement brought both a groan from my lips, and a big blob of pre-cum oozing from my piss slit onto her hand.

"Do you know what that is?" she moaned. "Do you know what this tells me? This tells me that you want my lips wrapped around your cock. It tells me you want to cum in my mouth!"

With that, her tongue wiped up the pre-cum and her lips hovered over my cockhead. Then, slowly, her lips opened and the first inch of me slid gently into her warm, wet, welcoming orifice. Her tongue was swirling around my head, rubbing the sensitive spot behind my glans. My cock disappeared an inch at a time, until her nose pressed against my pubic bone; my hairs tickled her face, my cock caressing the back of her throat.

She stayed there for a moment, then slid me almost all the way out, before languidly licking my tip again, and then going all the way back down. She did this for several minutes, by the end of which, I was thrusting up to meet her movements, fucking her mouth with my cock.

With every thrust, I felt my climax coming closer, and when for the umpteenth time, my cock hit her throat and her nose felt my pubic hair, I felt that first pulse of eruption.

Straight away she pulled her head off.

"Not yet, Father," she gasped. "You can't cum yet!" To emphasise the point, her next movements were just to caress the whole length of my pulsing shaft with her fingertip, teasing and tantalising.

Only when I was gasping and demanding her mouth back, did she oblige. For another couple of minutes, she sucked and licked, before briefly pulling away again to look me in the eyes.

"Yes, Father, you are a disgusting, weak man! But your cock feels so good, so hard, and I want to taste you! To drink your cum!"

It was then, that I noticed her hands. One was deep in her pussy, the other busy pinching and pulling her nipples. Her fingers worked her pussy faster, driving her closer to an orgasm.

I found my hands on her head, guiding myself in and out of her soft, warm, sweet mouth, my hips swaying, my cock thrusting.

My cock jerked again, warning me that I was getting ever closer myself. The smell of her filled the small space. My nostrils flared, as I took in the heavily scented air. She moaned again, trying to talk with my cock sliding in and out of her face. I was able to make out, "Cum for me, Father. Let me taste you!" amid the guttural noises and garbled words.

And like the dutiful priest, I did as commanded. "Oh my lord, yes!"

Five times my cock throbbed, sending my cum down her gullet. I felt her throat convulse on each splurge, swallowing it down.

When I was done, I collapsed back onto the bed. I slowly pulled myself up to the pillows, and lay there getting my breath back.

She came onto the bed, too. In an easy movement, she straddled my torso around my midriff. I could feel her hot, wet bush on my tummy. Slowly, she bent down, her huge, soft tits against my chest; her mouth covered mine and her tongue ravaged my mouth. I responded with slowly increasing passion, until we were writhing together. She had moved backwards, so my cock was in her pubic hair. I took a tit in each hand and lifted them to my mouth. I sucked and licked first, then bit hard.

"Oh yes!" she screamed. "That's lovely!"

I bit again and again kneading her big, fat arse with my hands.

"Oh yes!" she gasped. Her hand frantically found my cock and almost rammed it into her soaking furnace of a twat.

I growled, as I gripped her hips and thrust hard and fast in and out of her. She babbled her arousal, gripping and squeezing her own tits and frigging her clit.

We came violently together, cursing and gasping.

Another stream of cum oozed down her thighs, as she lifted off me and went to the bathroom. When she came back, she had not done anything about the cum. She had told me last week that she loved it running down her thighs.

"Did you like sloppy seconds?" she grinned, as she lay next to me.

"What's that?" I asked, curiously.

"Fucking a cunt already filled with cum. Didn't it feel different?"

"Yes, I think it did. It felt a lot smoother and slick."

"That's four lots of cum in me now. Do you fancy adding a fifth?"

She lay on her back, legs spread. I did, and added a sixth, seventh and eighth before she left that night. I asked her what her husband would say, as it was past midnight when she left.

"He will have been at the pub all night with his mates. He will be fast asleep by now."

I smiled and kissed her. "Will you be coming to church tomorrow?"

"I'm a sinner; I have to. I will get a seat in the front row. I will probably forget to wear my knickers. Can I have your mobile number?"

Thirty minutes later, my message beeped. There were no words; just a picture. There was lots of hair, two thick lips and white stuff frothing round two fingers buried to the hilt. I exploded over my tummy.

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