It was Saturday afternoon, and I was taking confessions as always. And as always, there hadn't been much traffic. I'd had a lot of time to think, to reflect on last weeks happenings. How did I let myself be drawn into having sex with a parishioner? Could I face this woman again, and be stronger this time? I looked at my watch: a quarter to five, I'll be closing up and going to dinner soon. Perhaps last week was an aberration and I had nothing to worry about. Then I heard the soft footfalls outside my door. Peering into the empty confessional beside me, I awaited the opening of the door.
Instead of it opening, my door was instead. Standing in front of me was the red haired woman from last week! Wearing a black cape and thigh high boots, she stood in the doorway, backlit by the churches lights. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." came the sultry voice "Hello, Father. I'm sure you remember who this is. It has been only a week since my last confession. But what a week it has been!"
A sense of dread filled me as the words processed through my head, followed by a sense of excitement. 'Yes. I remember you', I thought. You, the tender young vixen who took my virginity. Right here. In this same confessional. An involuntary tent rose in my cassock as I recalled last Saturday. After leaving her, my faith shaken to the core, I skipped dinner, thinking only of her scent still embedded in my moustache. Returning to my room, I reflected upon my sin, my cock growing hard again, my hand grasping it again, and I masturbated, thinking only of the exquisite pleasure that her velvet gloved pussy afforded me. How intoxicating it was to feel my sperm ejaculate deep inside her young, cloying womb. Then suffering the massive guilt that attacked me moments after, knowing that I had violated one of the pillars of the priesthood. Poverty, Obedience, and Chastity. These were the things I had sworn to when I entered the Order. I lived a simple life of a parish priest, guarding my flock from the temptations of the world. I had forsaken the trappings of wealth, turning over all my worldly goods to my superior. I always did as I was asked by those in charge of the Order, never questioning their reasoning. Since my days as an altar boy, I had dreamed of becoming a priest. And, until a week ago, I had never felt the pleasures of the flesh.
I had struggled all week, trying to regain control of myself. Slowly, I did so. Finally able to go through a day without touching myself, without spilling my seed, and finally without dreaming of her, splayed out on that dark wooden bench, legs open, glistening with desire, luring me to her.
"Since my last confession, Father, I have had sex with five different men and two women. In fact, I just fucked a stranger outside the church, in the alley. I need your help, Father, your forgiveness and your help. Will you help me? Please?"
"How can I help you" I asked weakly, totally taken by surprise by the event unfolding before me.
"Help me wash away the evil deed I have just done." she said.
"But how?" I asked again
