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Forgive Me Father (MF)
From: "Val White" <val72@hotmail.com>
(c) Apr 1998 

***

Father Murphy stifled a yawn. The confessional was particularly 
dull today, nothing but old ladies telling how they coveted their 
neighbors car and other similar drivel. He could usually count on 
one or two interesting tales of adultery or masturbation, but he was 
nearing the end of his time in the Box with no titillating sins to 
report.

Oh, well. At least it was nearly over and he'd be able to go back to 
the rectory for a shot of whiskey.

He was just checking his watch, debating whether or not he should 
leave even though it was ten minutes early, when he heard the 
penitent's door open and someone enter. He hoped the person 
would be quick, he was really looking forward to that drink.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," he heard a familiar female 
voice say.

Father Murphy's ears perked up, if this was who he thought it was, 
she was always good for a set of sins to make any debauched 
reveler proud. "Yes my child," he encouraged her.

"Last night I committed the sin of adultery," said the voice.

Father Murphy smiled to himself. It was who he had hoped it was! 
He knew if he asked the right questions, he'd get a real earful. 
"Tell me more, child. Was it a chance encounter?"

"No, Father. I'm afraid it was planned. I went to my fellow 
sinner's home to meet him there for a night of evil."

"A night, you say? Did you remain there the entire evening?"

"Yes Father," replied the woman.

"So, was there more than one sexual act?"

"I'm afraid so, Father. We knew we had all night to indulge 
ourselves, so we took our time. There was a lot of foreplay before 
we...coupled. After the first coupling, we continued to debase 
ourselves in the eyes of the Lord."

"Child, to repent fully your sins, you must confess fully. I know it 
is difficult, but tell me what you did from beginning to end."

"Oh, Father, it's so embarrassing! Our lust knew no limits! We 
committed acts so indecent that I am sure you will be happy to 
damn me to the eternal fires of hell if I were to repeat them here to 
you in the Lord's Holy House."

"Now, child, you know the Lord forgives all who come to him. 
Unburden your soul and remember that Jesus died on the cross so 
that you would not have to suffer for your sins."

"Well, Father, I arrived at his home in the early evening, around 
seven. He is unmarried and his housekeeper had left for the day, so 
we were alone. We went into the living room and he prepared us 
each a drink."

"An alcoholic drink? Did you get drunk?"

"Yes Father. We drank slowly at first. But later in the evening, 
when we began to feel the effects of the alcohol, our inhibitions 
were lowered and we drank faster. I am afraid that by the end of 
the night I was quite intoxicated."

"Child, though the confessional is not truly the place for 
counseling, I feel compelled to advise that perhaps if you didn't 
drink you would be better able to control your other animal urges."

"You are probably right, Father. I do appreciate your help. Can I 
continue now?" she asked.

"Yes, you may," answered the priest.

"He sat next to me on the sofa and we talked about inconsequential 
matters as we had our first drink. I am ashamed to admit that I 
lusted after his body. I...I...encouraged him by placing my hand in 
his groin. I massaged him there."

"What was his reaction to your attention?"

"He, um, his...penis got erect. He leaned over to kiss me. As he 
kissed me, I continued to fondle him. Soon, I felt his hand on my 
breast."

"And how did that make you feel?"

"Now, I feel nothing but shame. But last night, it sent wonderful 
tingles through my body. I could feel my nipples stiffen under the 
fabric of my blouse as he caressed my breasts. I longed for his 
hands to roam over my entire body."

Father Murphy felt his own cock stir at the imagery the penitent 
was painting for him. He adjusted his seating to make himself 
more comfortable. "Continue, child."

"Well, he undid the buttons to my blouse. I hadn't worn a bra, I 
know he likes that, so my breasts spilled out into full view. He 
took a moment to admire them, then leaned over to lick and suck 
the nipples. He would massage one with one hand while 
stimulating the other one with his mouth, then he would switch. 
Although I enjoyed his attention to my breasts, I had to see his 
cock."

Father Murphy smiled to himself at the use of the colloquial 
language. He knew from past experience with this woman that she 
struggled to keep her language restrained in the confessional. But 
once there was a small leak in the dam, it wasn't long before her 
resolve burst and her descriptions became more suited to 
Penthouse than to a church. "Did you act on your impulse?"

"Yes, Father, I did. I pulled away from him and reached down to 
undo his pants. He kicked off his shoes as I pulled his pants and 
underwear down. In moments I had his...organ fully exposed."

Father Murphy was disappointed to hear her regain control. 
Perhaps a well thought out question could push her back to the 
vernacular. "Was he aroused?"

"Yes! He was as hard as a baseball bat! I ran my hand up and down 
his shaft as he removed his shirt. When he was completely naked 
we stood up and he removed my skirt and panties. We were both 
naked and we embraced again. I could feel his tongue in my 
mouth, his hands on my ass, and his hard cock pressing against my 
stomach."

"You seem to have a preoccupation with the male genitals. Do you 
find yourself fixating on them? Is your sexual partner of larger than 
average size? These things may point to a sexual addiction, which 
you could seek professional help for."

"Oh, my, Father. My experience with men is rather limited. I 
believe he is slightly larger than average. I think you may have a 
point though. I certainly love the look and feel of his cock. To 
stroke it in my hands, run my tongue over the head, contact of any 
sort causes my body to react lustfully."

"And was your body reacting lustfully when he held you with his 
penis pressing into your stomach?"

She hesitated slightly before answering. "Yes Father."

"How did you react?"

"My vagina became moist. I asked him to...lick me."

"Did he?"

"Yes, he did. He got on his knees in front of me and I parted my 
legs slightly. He spread my outer lips apart and licked at my 
opening. This caused more of my fluid to flow. Soon, his face was 
pressed against my cunt and he licked madly at me. I moaned and 
yelled as I forced my hot quim down on his face. He began to 
fingerfuck me...Oh Father! Forgive me!"

"Don't worry, child. If it easier for you to speak using common 
language, the Lord will understand. All that matters is that you 
confess these sins so that you may be forgiven."

"Thank you, Father. He inserted first one finger into my pussy, 
then another. He continued to lick my clit as he slid his fingers in 
and out of my snatch. I could feel my orgasm building as he 
stimulated me with his hands and mouth. I yelled out as my body 
exploded. My knees almost let go, but he helped support me with 
his face on my cunt and his free hand on my ass. My cunt cream 
flowed out of my hole down onto my lover's face as I regained my 
composure."

"Then what happened?" asked Father Murphy as he began to rub 
his own stiff prick through his pants.

"He stood up again and I licked my own fluids from his face. 
Then..."

"Do you enjoy the taste of your vaginal secretions?"

""Yes, Father. I am ashamed to admit that when I'm alone, I 
sometimes masturbate with my fingers and lick the honey from 
them."

"Interesting," said Father Murphy as he undid the zipper to his 
trousers. He freed his prick from the confines of his underwear and 
grasped the shaft in his hand.

"Well, after kissing him for a few minutes, I knelt in front of him 
and admired his steely dong. I licked a drop of precum from the 
pee slit, enjoying the salty taste. I then rubbed the head of his cock 
all over my face. I took the glans into my mouth and sucked hard. I 
could tell he really liked that because he bucked his hips forward. I 
took more of his shaft down my throat and started rubbing his 
balls. When I had him deep throated, I started bobbing my head 
back and forth, fucking my mouth with his prick. I reached behind 
him and rubbed his ass with my hand. Just when I had a good pace 
going, he said 'Get on your knees, bitch. I want to fuck that hot 
cunt of yours.' I didn't waste any time. I shamelessly got down on 
all fours and arched my back, wiggling my ass in the air."

Father Murphy took a ragged breath. 'Oh, my child, you are truly a 
sinner. Be happy that Jesus loves you." He stroked his stiff pecker 
a little faster as he imagined the sight of this woman's nude 
backside waving invitingly in front of his face.

"Yes, I am a sinner. I continued sinning by screaming in ecstasy as 
my partner got down on the floor with me and shoved his fuckpole 
into my hot box. He fucked me hard and long. He would pull out 
until only the end of his lovely cock remained in my quim, and 
then he'd slam forward and bury his tool to the hilt. I matched him 
stroke for stroke, pushing my ass back to meet his penetrating 
thrusts. Our bodies slapped together. I then...I...oh, Father, I'm so 
ashamed!"

Father Murphy said "All humans sin. The only shame is in not 
repenting before our Lord." He was now playing with his balls as 
he continued jerking off to this incredible story.

"Of course, Father, you're right. I begged him to stick his finger 
into my anus. I said 'Finger my ass! I want you to fill both my 
holes!' My partner was as depraved as I was. I can only pray to the 
Lord that he begs for forgiveness for his sins. He stuck a finger into 
my rectum and began sliding it in and out as he continued 
screwing my wet twat. I loved the feeling of having both my holes 
filled by this man. The feelings were so intense, I came again. My 
cunt walls clamped down on his steely prick and my sphincter 
tightened on his invading finger and I shook all over. I heard him 
groan and then I felt his seed splash into my cunt. Spurt after spurt 
of his jism filled my honey pot. Finally, we collapsed on the floor, 
he on top of me."

Father Murphy struggled to regain control of himself. Her 
description of their mutual orgasm was the straw that broke the 
camel's back for him, and he had shot his load on the wall of the 
confessional. Breathing heavily, he pulled out his handkerchief and 
wiped the cum from the wall as he asked "And is that all, my 
child?"

"No, Father, I'm afraid not. After cumming together, we got into 
sixty-nine position."

Father Murphy feigned ignorance. "Sixty-nine? What's that?"

"Um, well, he got on his back and I crawled on top of him, 
straddling his face. I sucked his cock as he licked my cunt. We 
sucked our mingled juices off each other. Soon, he was hard again 
and we went to bed with a bottle of wine. We drank and fucked  
again before we went to sleep in each others arms."

"Well, child, these are serious sins. You will have to say three full 
rosaries to atone. Once you do your penance, you will be 
absolved."

"Thank you, Father."

"Go in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost."

"Amen."

"Will you be visiting me again tonight?" asked the priest.

"Yes, Father."

"Don't wear any panties this time. I find the thought of your juicy 
cunt bare to the night air to be most invigorating."

"Very well, Father. Perhaps you can fuck my ass tonight?"

"OK, but you better say a couple of extra rosaries. You're going to 
have a lot of catching up to do!"



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