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Thanks to all of you who have asked for more of Harvey and Jocelyn. Sorry it's taken so long. As always, all characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults.
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CONFESSION
Before she had her world turned upside down by Jocelyn and Harvey, Mona Slevinski had been a devout Catholic. Like Jocelyn, her faith directed her life, guiding her to do good or, when she fell short of the mark as imperfect humans do, she could confess her sins and be absolved!
How good is that? No matter how bad you've been... raping, killing, abusing little kids, all you have to do is tell God's Messenger and you're all good! The priest won't even tell the police!
Anyway, the confession Mona was about to give wasn't police worthy but it was pretty bad for a once prudish person like her. Her relationship with the old woman and young husband were mortal sins... sins she knew the church would have her burning in hell for.
To make matters worse, Mona wasn't really sorry. Since she'd become Jocelyn's slave she had never felt so alive and knew this was what she was destined to be. This weighed on her as well.
But she'd been raised to tell the priests everything no matter how difficult and embarrassing so, taking a deep breath, she stepped into her side of the Confessional Booth. She closed the door behind her, knelt down humbly on the cushioned timber stool, and waited for the priest to slide the little window open. After a few minutes, she heard Father O'Connor bustling about and when he finally slid the hatch aside, she began her confession.
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned..."
Mona's section of the confessional booth was not very big and was lit up like a police interrogation room. There was barely enough room to kneel. On the opposite side, however, the darkened priest's cubicle was much more spacious. The old priest was sitting on a large comfortable easy chair, and there was still plenty of room for the beautiful young Madison Slevinski to kneel down between his legs.
On the night of Jocelyn and Harvey's wedding, the intoxicated old priest had committed some serious sins of his own, fucking both of the drunk young Slevinski girls. When he sobered up he was wracked with remorse for what he'd done and swore to himself it would never happen again.
But this particular Saturday afternoon, when he saw Madison come into the empty church with her mother, that evil lust consumed him again. When her mother stepped into the confessional he coaxed Madison into the other side with him. Now, with his cossack up around his waist, he had the stunning teenager fellating him, licking his big thick prick like a lollipop...
The unsuspecting Mona settled in to come clean on her sins. She decided to start with the small stuff, telling the old priest the same mundane transgressions she always told him... a few white lies she'd told her kids... gossiping... taking the lord's name in vain...
Father O'Connor seemed in a strangely forgiving mood. He even praised her for all the time she spent and the chores she did for poor old Mrs Besinger, the washing, the ironing, cleaning...
"It's a... it's a... marvelous ding yull be doin' Mrs Slevinski," he preached as Madison sucked the big purple knob of his cock. "As de good book sas yuv torn'd de udder cheek and made a friend of an enemy."
"You're very kind father," said Mona. "But... well there's more... I don't think you'll be so happy with me when I tell you..."
"Mmmm oh aye... ummmm... do tell..."
Through the patterned screen of the confessional window, Mona could just barely see the silhouette of the priest's head in the dim light. He really does seem preoccupied today, she thought.
"Well now Father, there's a little more going on at the Besinger house than you know... I mean... I'm... I'm doing more than just cleaning..."
As she spoke Father O'Connor was humping her daughter's mouth. Holding the back of Madison's head he was cruelly pressing the teen's mouth further down the length of his big dick.
"Ahh, to be sure we're all... mmmmmm... imperfect creatures in gods eyes Mrs Slevinski. Even I transgress from time tu time," he said, without even a hint of irony. "Why dont'ya be tellin' me all about it?"
And Mona did. For the next half hour, she went into a long spiel, omitting no detail, telling the priest all of the things she'd done with Harvey and Jocelyn and how much she loved doing it...
The priest and Madison listened enthralled to her mother's many kinky transgressions... how she loved to lick the old lady's pussy and arsehole, how she loved being used, Harvey's cock in her mouth, her cunt, or exploding in her anus, the toys, the whips... everything.
Listening to her mother tell her story was unbelievably hot but when Madison heard her explaining how she'd learned to deep throat Harvey's cock, the teen redoubled her efforts on the priest's big dick. She took Father O'Conner's big cock all the way down, feeling it filling her esophagus... feeling the priest's cruel hands gripping her ears... lifting her head up and down... pumping his cock down her neck...
The good father knew he was going to Hell. Satan has tempted him with Mona's sinful stories and Mona's whore daughter and he had taken the bait. The Prince of Darkness had offered him the sins of the flesh and he had embraced them.
"Ahh begorrah," he whispered as he felt his big hairy balls contract. The strumpet's warm accommodating mouth was going to suck his emission right out of him...
"Mmmmm... oh gods..." he gasped.
He could feel himself nearly ready to cum. It was what Mona said next that pushed him over the edge...
"... and they tease me, Father. They make me beg..."
"I see, I see," gasped the priest as Madison deep-throated his big dong. "Tell me more bout dat..."
Mona sighed with embarrassment. The old priest certainly seemed to want to hear all the details...
"Recently they've been tying me up," she began. "They get me to lie on the kitchen table Father...a pillow under my head, and they tie my wrists and ankles to the table legs. It's very embarrassing..."
"Mmm... oh to be sure... and you'd be naakid at this point?"
"Naakid Father?" Sometimes his heavily accented Irish brogue was quite difficult to understand.
"Naakid woman... naakid!"
"Oh. Naked. Yes, father... all spread out... and then they do things to me... touching me inappropriately...
"Where do day tooch yu child?"
"Oh... everywhere... especially my nipples Father... and my vagina... they use a... a..."
"A what?" he gasped. "Wha do day use on yu Mrs Slevinski?
"My mistress... I mean Mrs Besinger has these toys... ummm big vibrating toys... they use them... all over... they tease me with them... oh father I love it so much... I'm such a sinner aren't I? Am I going to go to Hell?"
"Tell me all o' it... every... every detail..."
Madison felt Father O'Connor pushing her down more urgently. Taking a deep breath she let him jamb her mouth all the way down so her nose was pressed into his pubic hair.
"They tease me and tease me, Father. It could go for hours... exciting my body till I'm just about to... about to... ummm 'release'. Do you know what I mean when I say that father?"
"I'm... mmmmm... I'm familiar wid the concept of orgasm child..."
"Well, then they... then they... take the toy away Father... it's terribly cruel... but I love it. I just love being used, Father... I beg and beg to be brought off but they don't do it... they're soooo cruel..."
"They both get so excited they 'do' each other Father... right there against the table I'm strapped to... and Harvey does me like this as well... climbed up on the table and puts his lovely big cock in me... oh father his cock is just wonderful... I dream about his lovely big cock..."
