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Bless Me Father....

Posted by: Age: 18 Posted on: 5 comments
10 likes 1899 views Category: Masturbation Female Solo Tags: church, confession, masturbation,

Sexuality aside, I was brought up Catholic, although my parents don't go anymore, well, none of us do, it gave me an idea.


There is a new priest at the local Catholic Church. He is about 30 and drop dead gorgeous. I bet he has no idea how many of his female parishioners have rubbed one out thinking about him. He visited us, as we are still on the parish register and I guess he wanted to introduce himself, and also maybe bring us back into he fold! Fuck ME he's gorgeous though. As he talked, all I could think about was "What a waste!" He was making me cream my knickers just by talking to us, and when he looked directly at me and smiled, I just wondered what his cum face looked like as he was deep inside me!  After a few nights of frantic rubbing, I decided to do something really bad. So, no panties, skirt, top, coat, and off to church for confession. "Bless me. father, for I have sinned. It's been.....er........five years since my last confession" So, he told me the usual...have faith....draw near to the Lord.....Jesus  forgives all.......be as honest as you can.... And so I recounted my sins. Petty stuff at first, but leading to the impure thoughts part which, I went into detail....great detail. As I got into my stride, as I knelt there, my hand travelled up my skirt to my sweet spot. I was recounting how I can't stop touching myself, how I get these thoughts or men doing things to me, father, awful, dirty things, but I like them. I think about more than one man.....and then my fingers found their way inside me. I felt little splashes of wetness on my inner thigh which was delicious, as they came with my scent. I could hear Fr. Breathing heavily on the other side of the screen. I knew I couldn't go into too much graphic detail because I wouldn't be the first person to masturbate in confession and I know they're trained to spot it. It was when he said "let's just have a moments silence together." I bit my lower lip and finger fucked myself into a totally silent cum. In my head, of course, he was wanking in his little box. I let my mind use every sound, every creak, every noise as an indication he was cumming with me. I got absolution, and a heavy penance, but I also got one of the naughtiest, secretive orgasms of my life so far.  Ok, I know....damned for all time.....but even so.....

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