Confession Leads To Being Tricked

There is certainly strong coercion in this story. The female author is not certain whether there is non-consent or possibly rape. In my opinion, the author, who is not me, is raped. She never said no, she never fought off his advances but they were not sought and she didn't understand what she was drawn into. Please feel free to express your opinion. I have stated mine, as a male. If you feel happy to say your gender, I think that would add value.

Satsuma

It has taken me twenty-five years to tell this story. Why so long? I initially felt guilty, which I should not have, then I felt deeply embarrassed and finally it just seemed too long ago. Why now, society has changed a lot and now I feel angry.

I was eighteen years old and had just lost my virginity. I had been brought up in a religious family and always taught that sex outside of marriage was a sin. Other than feeling guilty about masturbating, this didn't bother me very much until at eighteen I met a man who I thought I was in love with. I had not even held a man's hand but the twenty-four-year-old Tod blew me away. I could refuse him nothing and within a month we had moved from light petting to him taking my virginity. Yes, I was naïve and stupid but at no stage did I say no, or want to say no. In fact I loved how he made love to me. The very first time, I orgasmed before he penetrated me and once more while he fucked me from behind.

It was only days after this that I found out he was married with a child. I felt so many things, none of them good. I became very depressed and wallowed in self-pity but also guilt. I hadn't felt guilty at the time but now my religious upbringing kicked in. I felt I needed to confess my sins and decided to go to confessional for the first time. I regularly went to the church so this seemed straight forward, even though I had not done it before.

I decided to go at a quiet time of the week as I didn't want our neighbours to know. Workmen were doing work on the church roof, as had seemed to be the case for years. When I went into the church, I realised that the Father was not going to be sitting waiting for someone to arrive at the confessional but decided that I would make myself familiar with it. I pulled the curtain back and knelt down. I nearly jumped out of my skin when a voice said,

"Good afternoon, my child. Have you come to confess your sins?"

"Oh, sorry Father I did not expect anyone to be there, right now."

"Father Bernard is not here this week but I will be happy to receive your confession. You may call me Father John. How long has it been since your last confession?"

"I have never confessed. This is my first time."

"I will be pleased to hear your first confession. You seem very young, what do you have to confess, my child?"

"I suppose it is both the sins of unpure thought but also sins of the body."

"You sound so young, please tell me more about your sins, so that I can help you."

It did feel good to be able to tell somebody about what had happened, but I wasn't sure where to start. I started slowly explaining how I had thought I had been in love with a young man. I was slightly surprised that Father John encouraged me to quickly get on with describing what had happened. He asked me to explain in detail what had happened sexually. When I told him about the actual physical detail he asked,

"Did your body take pleasure from these ungodly acts, my child?"

"Yes Father John, I feel so guilty because my body was unable to fight the pleasure that his touch engendered in me. Can God ever forgive me for taking such pleasure?"

"God will forgive you anything and everything, if you truly repent. Do you think you have truly repented your actions. Sins of the flesh are complicated and you need to be sincere in your attitude to them, otherwise it is easy to slip into very bad habits."

I am going to set you a little test, to help you prove to yourself that you are truly repenting. You are to leave here and go to the small office at the back of the church. There you will kneel down for half an hour. You will be naked and keep your eyes closed at all times. You are to recall exactly the sinful acts that brought you here today. From the way you have described those acts to me today, I am sure you regret them, but I am not sure that you have truly repented. This will give you time to consider matters more deeply. I will join you there."

Faced with the situation today I would never do as he told me. Back then I believed that it was the way I was going to be able to convince God that I was repenting. I stripped completely naked, putting my clothes on the desk, before kneeling down. It was cold, but that was not why my nipples were erect. I did as he said and relived every second of the evening I had lost my virginity. I felt Tod's fingers teasing my clit, when I remembered his tongue and mouth bringing me to my first orgasm with a partner, my pussy was dripping with excitement. It took all my resolve to resist masturbating there and then. This was surely not what Father John had intended. I heard someone at the door and panicked that it was not him. His voice was calm as he said,

"Your body is looking like it is trying to betray you, my child. God is testing you more strongly than I had feared. Remember this is about proving to yourself that your will is strong enough to resist the temptation you gave into, the other week. Have you resisted touching your breasts and your genitals since you arrived in the room?"

"Oh yes Father John, I have stayed strong, but it is getting harder by the minute. Can you help me to fight the evil that is in my body."

"I intend to help you by proving to you that you can resist temptation when faced with all the challenges you experienced previously. He touched you between the legs with his fingers first. Did it feel like this?"

He was in front of me and his fingers played with the juices pouring out of me before rubbing the area at the top of my vagina. It was just as Tod had done and I wanted to cry it felt so good. I was in no doubt that if he had used his tongue as Tod had I would have lost the battle.

"Did you enjoy it when your boyfriend put his member in your mouth?"

"Oh no Father John, it was horrible."

"That was not how you described it earlier. You cannot repent unless you are honest with me, honest with yourself and most important honest with God. He will know the truth."

With this my lips were introduced to the Father's erect penis. I was so stunned I did not even think to protest. If Father John thought this would help me, who was I to argue with a man of the cloth. His penis enflamed me just as Tod's had.

From the tone in his voice, I was not convincing him, any more than I was convincing myself. Having a large rock-hard penis in my mouth was exciting, very exciting. He gently eased his penis in and out of my mouth without pushing it in as deeply as Tod had. He took my head in his hands and pointed my head upwards as if to look into my closed eyes.

"I will lick you now, just like your lover did. You may open your eyes, as you lay back on the desk, I wish to witness your inner struggle with your arousal. Do not disappoint me by losing that battle as you did before."

When I was lying on my back on the desk, he drew up a chair. His face was not what I had been imagining since first talking to him in the confessional. It was weathered and rugged with excited eyes. His eyes never left mine as he pushed my knees up towards my chest and opened my legs wide. It was at that moment that I had my first doubt about Father John. Even then it was only a nagging doubt.

When his mouth found, what I know now but didn't know then, my clit my ability to doubt anything, to consider anything or to care about anything was lost. He could have had two horns and a tail and I would have still called him Father John.

If he had wanted to, he could have brought me to a climax immediately, but reflecting back now, he was having much too much fun to do that. He played with me, studying my eyes and judging just when to ease off, just a little. I thought I had failed the test more times than I could count. Every time just falling agonisingly short. Within minutes of my first doubts arising I was certain that this man had more in common with the devil than he did with being a man of God.

For some reason, that I still after all these years do not understand, I carried on playing the game. I did not call him out, but pleaded with him for the relief that my body was screaming for. I will never forget the look of victory on his face as he asked,

"Would you like to enjoy a climax, an orgasm, or would you like to repent."

The bastard had not only won but he had completely destroyed me sexually. There was no need to answer, as he did not stop when I arrived just short of orgasm. The first three or four spasms were more violent than any I had experienced before or have experienced since. My climax rumbled on but, as soon as his mouth disappeared his penis entered my tight but very receptive pussy. Looking back now, I can appreciate that this man knew how to fuck. I resent what he did to me, but I cannot deny that what he did brought me more sexual joy and satisfaction than any sexual encounter I have ever experienced. As he stroked his cock in and out of me, his thumb played with my clit. As I had with Tod, I was soon experiencing another, very different orgasm. I say orgasm, but what I experienced could not be described as an orgasm. It might have been a single super climax or probably a never-ending multiple orgasm. His cock wasn't huge, unfortunately he didn't do anything that I could look to repeat, God knows I have tried, but it was simply amazing.

That was maybe why I felt guilty initially. It may have also been why I felt too embarrassed to report it later. This remains the most memorable sexual experience of my life. I didn't agree to it, I didn't understand it at the time, but it was the most wonderful sexual experience of my life.

Now in my mid-forties, married with two lovely children and a vanilla husband, I opened the door. The elderly builder we had employed smiled at me as I opened the door. He stuck his hand out and said,

"Delighted to meet you Mrs. Cameron my name is John."

There was something in his eyes I recognised. I was very pleased that he did not seem to recognise me. I was not certain whether I wanted to punish him or ask him to fuck me as perfectly as he had a quarter of a century earlier.