When he looked at the number on his cell phone, his hands immediately got sweaty and his heart began pounding in his chest. It was her again. The same girl. The one that made the dark, impure thoughts run through his head. He let it ring one more time to give himself a moment to calm down, then he answered.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned." The girl's voice always sounded like she was a little out of breath.
The priest wondered if that was from some recent strenuous activity she'd been involved with. "Did she call him right after she was done getting fucked?" he wondered. He liked the idea that she might still have a man's cum dripping from her body when she called him.
He paused for a moment, aware that his next question would begin something that he wasn't sure he should be doing. Something that came very close to breaking his vows. But, he knew that he could not hold back. He wanted, no, he needed to hear her confession. "How long has it been since your last confession?" he asked her.
"Three men and one girl," she answered. That was how she always measured the time, not in days or weeks or months. Always in the number of people she'd been with and it was clear that she was completely bi-sexual. There were usually more men, but many "girls" (as she called them) as well.
He didn't know much about this girl. As far as he knew, they'd never met in person. He didn't have any idea how she had got his cell phone number. The only clue he had was a single picture that she had sent to his phone right after her first call. It was a profile picture of her except her face was mostly hidden by her long blonde hair. She was on her knees and was completely naked except for a pair of high heels. She had a terrific body with nice full tits that stood out very nicely topped by very hard nipples. She had to be a teenager, he guessed she was 18 or 19.
There was one other very important thing about that picture - the girl had her hands tied behind her back and her lips were wrapped tightly around a man's very thick cock. Even a priest couldn't help but have dark thoughts about a girl like this. As he always did when he was in his office, he pulled up that picture on his computer while he heard her confession.
The priest never took confession from anyone else over the phone. But he had never been asked to before, so when she had called the first time he wasn't sure what to do and had listened to her "confession". Ever since then, he was unable to resist hearing about her latest sins.
"The Lord forgives everyone. Confess your sins to achieve his forgiveness," he said to her.
"It was my dad's friends," she said then quickly added, "I was trying to be a good girl, Father!"
The priest comforted her. "I'm sure you were," he said even as he thought to himself that she likely had got whatever she deserved. He knew from her previous confessions how she behaved.
It was quiet for a moment except that he thought he could hear her breathing get a little heavier, a little raspier. "I went to daddy's office late, but he'd already left. The three men that were still there convinced me to have some drinks with them. I don't know how it happened, but the next thing I knew one was taking off my top and another had slid my panties down from under my skirt."
"It's a surprise that she hadn't shown up with no panties at all," he thought to himself. Then, to the girl, "That must have made you a little afraid."
"No, Father. That's when my sins began." She paused for a moment and he heard only some quick breathing from her. After a short time, she went on. "I let them have their way with me. All of them. I did everything they wanted me to do." She paused a moment and this time the priest could hear a little hum in addition to her breathing.
Suddenly he understood. "That little bitch is using a vibrator!"
"I was on my knees sucking their cocks. I let them fuck me from behind. I know it's wrong, but I even let them fuck my ass." She gasped, let out a little moan, and then in a slow, throaty voice said, "Their cocks were so.... fucking.... BIG!"
The priest listened quietly, his cock growing harder as he heard her moaning get a little louder. He could almost picture her with her legs spread wide and a vibrator pushed into her pussy.
"After a long time, they all took me at once. I couldn't go anywhere, I couldn't get away. One held me around the waist and forced me down onto his cock. Another was ramming himself into my ass. The third one held my head and made me suck his cock."
The priest loosened his pants and, in spite of all that he knew was wrong about it, he began stroking his cock. It was already hard, and getting harder fast. "But that was their sin, not yours," he said reassuringly, knowing that she wouldn't agree.
"No, it's not true. I sinned, too. I came Father. I came many times. So many times. I even begged them to fuck me harder." She stopped and gasped loudly. "Oh Father, I'm sinning again. I'm such a slut. I'm coming, I'm coming now! Oh Father, this time I'm coming for you!" She squealed and moaned very loudly.
The priest stroked his cock a few more times and was about to cum when he forced himself to stop. This was insane for him to be doing, but he was completely consumed by the lust that she made rise in him. Still, he needed to regain some control.
They both were quiet for a minute. Then she said softly, "After that, I went to my girlfriend's house and she licked me clean. She's worse than me Father, she needs to confess, too."
The girl never waited to hear what she needed to do to be forgiven. As usual, she thanked him for hearing her confession, then said goodbye to him and hung up. He couldn't believe it had happened again. What spell did this girl have over him?
It was a week later on Sunday that he heard from her next. Not on the phone this time. He was in the confessional booth and thought that all the parishioners had left when the door on the other side opened and someone else came in.
