Bless me, Father, For I have sinned

Bless me Father, for I have/am about to sinned. It’s been three years since my last confession. 

“Have faith my child, and pray that you make a good confession.” 

Well, Father, it’s you. You’ve only been here in this parish for three weeks, and this is your first parish. You're young, only a few years older than me, but you’ve been haunting my dreams. I dream about you, Father. I dream about you struggling with your vow of celibacy, and I know you DO struggle, especially when my friend Jess is serving on the altar. 

Jess is one of those girls, isn’t she, Father. One who is 22, but could easily pass for 16 or 17. I've seen the way you look at her, Father, and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen that bulge in your pants whenever she smiles at you, and Jess can be a right flirt. 

I know you’d never do anything with her Father, but I want you to know that you could do anything you like with me. I dream about your cock, Father. I imagine it’s thick, veiny, and if that bulge in your pants is anything to go by, you’ve got quite a weapon there, Father. 

I dream of taking it in my hand and feeling it’s firmness. I dream of kneeling in front of you and taking it in my mouth. Sucking you, tonguing you, ah, maybe I should make you shoot your load into my mouth before we fuck? I’m sure you wouldn’t last long enough for me otherwise, so let’s get that first load done with. Let me swallow you. 

Then, Father, you could reach up my skirt and pull my panties down. Sure, I bet you did that in high school. Maybe you’re celibate now, but I bet you’ve had your fingers in a girl before. Well, you can finger me, Father. 

Then how would you like me? On my back, legs spread wide? Or maybe bent forward over something? How about the altar, Father? Bend me forward over the altar life my skirt up and push your cock up me. Then hold my hips and fuck me. Slowly at first though. I need to get used to your cock up my cunt. When I’m used to it you can bang me as hard and fast as you like, Father. Have you ever had a girl up the bum Father? You could do that with me in a heartbeat. Yes, I know it’s a sin, but isn’t it a sin for a priest to fuck someone anyway? If we’re going to sin, I just want you to know there’s nothing I won’t do. I love cock, Father….mind, I love cunt as well. 

I imagine you in the presbytery at night, Father. Getting out of the shower with your hard cock. Do you think of Jess when you wank, Father? I’ve seen her naked. She has bigger boobs than I have, but, like me she shaves. Well, she shaves, I’ve had electrolysis. My cunny will be forever hairless. I’ve even seen Jess play with herself, Father. I’ve seen her fingers deep in her cunny. You could call me Jess if it would help, Father. Just promise me one thing. When you blow your load, don’t even think about pulling out. I want to feel your cum leaking out of me as I walk home. 

I’m wet now, Father. My panties are slick with wetness. Sure, I could take you right now, Father. 

Father? …….are you there Father? 

In my dream, the curtain my side of the confessional is pulled apart and Father Michael’s cock is there inches from my face. I greedily suck him until he cums in my mouth. Then he leads me to the altar. Despite what we are about to do, he makes us both genuflect first. There is something about that action that makes the forthcoming profanity all the more arousing. He bends me forward and flips my skirt up. He doesn’t even bother taking my panties down, he just pulls them aside. As he slides into me, I hear him sigh……

…..”oh, Jess…..”