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Confession is Good for the Soul

Missy was going to confess her incest, but what happened after she returned home changed her mind.  She would tell about that instead.  It covered most of the things the Devil was making her do.  She was glad the young Father Murphy was her confessor.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned."

Father Murphy smiled at the familiar sound of Missy’s voice.

"It has been two months since my last confession. I'm afraid, Father, that I've been very naughty. I have these… these physical needs, Father. Often times I... I touch myself in a sinful manner."

Father Murphy smiled. He had heard these types of confessions many times.

"Go on, my child.  Don’t be afraid to tell me all about it."

"Well, as you know my parents and brother are in Europe but I had to stay behind because of college.  Anyway, Tuesday morning a big handsome black man came to work in the yard. When I invited him inside for a drink of water my body reacted in a sinful manner. I stared shamelessly at his rippling, sweaty muscles. My knees trembled. I could feel a churning in my loins.

"Father, I lusted for this stranger. I wanted him sexually. I was possessed. He was looking at me with desire in his eyes. Then he took off his shirt and trousers. I trembled as I stared shamelessly at his powerful and sweaty body. A huge black snake dangled between his legs. I never knew a man could be so large without being aroused. 

"Rather than scream for help, I recklessly tore off my blouse and stepped out of my shorts. His eyes boldly scanned my naked body with lust. I felt no shame. Instead I felt only passion."

Father Murphy now had a big problem under his robe. He reached down to adjust himself and slowly rubbed his fingers over the growing hardness.

"Father, I must have been possessed by the Devil himself. I dropped to my knees and touched him... there. He grew bigger and bigger until my fingers no longer fit around his manliness. I put my lips to the large mushroom shaped tip and let it slide into my mouth."

Father Murphy freed his own manhood and slowly stroked himself under his robe.

"He was so big I almost choked. His hands grabbed my head and pushed deeper. A terrible pressure was building in my tummy. I put a hand between my legs and rubbed my quivering sex. With my other hand I pumped the big black shaft I was sucking. 

"I knew what was going to happen next but I didn't care. I wanted to taste him. Everything happened at once. My body tensed and shook uncontrollably. At the same time I felt his warm and creamy essence pouring into my mouth. 

"Father, I swallowed all of it and still wanted more. I wanted him between the legs. I wanted him in me."

Father Murphy tried to hide the sound of his hand rapidly stroking himself.

"I put my arms on the back of the couch and leaned over, offering my naked backside to him. I felt his monster slide between my cheeks. My sex opened wide to accommodate his massive girth. The pressure was incredible as he pushed deeper and deeper into my body. I didn’t know something so big would fit inside me.

"Father, I was truly possessed. I started screaming and shaking uncontrollably. It felt like my body was being ripped apart as he pounded into me again and again. Fluids were leaking from inside me and running down my thighs. I was barely conscious when I felt his seed pouring into my tummy."

Father Murphy lost it and made a big mess all over the inside of his robe.

"We went up to my bed where he did the same thing to me twice more. I told myself that I would never become weak like that again, but when he stopped by the house yesterday my desire for him was even greater. I was so desperate that I let him have me against the wall in the entranceway. By the time he left several hours later he had taken me in every way imaginable, including sodomizing me in a most sinful manner.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, Father. What am I to do?"

Mary felt damp between the legs from telling the story. Her nipples burned as they pushed against her blouse. She was desperate. She hoped Father Murphy could help her before it was too late.

"I'm afraid you are possessed, Mary. You must come by each week for a special exorcism.  We’ll start tonight.”

Father Murphy stood naked and told her to show him exactly what she did.  He told her not to worry about him being a man of the cloth.  Repeating the sin was necessary to call forth the Devil before driving him away.  Missy dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.  In no time she was swallowing his holy seed, which he said would irritate the Devil.  Next she bent over the table and was screaming and shaking when he made his second deposit of cleansing seed into her body. 

Between sessions she received regular visits from the gardener.  She didn’t feel any less possessed, but she was sure Father Murphy knew what he was doing.  Unfortunately, after four weeks the exorcism failed.  Missy left for college still possessed.
