My Confession Part Three

It wasn’t long after my last confessional before I realized it had not taken. I still had this super strong desire to fuck my son in law. In fact, after the last encounter with the priest, it was even stronger. Not knowing what to do, I got on the phone and asked him for help. 

"Whats the problem?" he asked. 

I explained what I was experiencing, and couldn’t help but start masturbating as I was explaining it to him. I was getting myself into a major escalation of fuck mania. 

"Are you masturbating right now?" I was asked.

I, embarrassed, admitted I couldn’t help myself and that I was unable to stop. 

"Tell me exactly what you are doing," he excitedly exclaimed. 

As I, in explicit detail, told him how I was masturbating myself, I could hear him in the background, praying for me. I could hear him calling on God, "OH GOD OH GOD," over and over. For some reason that really turned me on. My pussy was alive with feeling and hearing him praying for me, and his pure excitement to help me was making me so fucking hot. He insisted I not stop and to continue to tell him exactly what I was doing. Fuck, I was going to cum over the phone with my priest. As I told him that, he loudly exclaimed, "OH FUCK!!!!!" And so that is exactly what I did and I fucked myself silly and orgasmed loudly over the phone. I must have disappointed him as I heard nothing but heavy breathing and groaning from him. I felt so bad for him and I apologized profusely for that sinful act. 

He replied, "I appreciate your being so open and honest with me, but I think I really need to see you again, and this time I think the bishop will need to be there." 

"Is it that bad?" I asked.

"I am afraid it is. I told the bishop about you and showed him your picture. He told me if I needed confession again, he wanted, needed to be there as he wanted to help you and lay his hands on you." 

I was deeply touched by their wanting to help me. The bishop was in his late sixties and for him to actively get involved with one of his parishioners was noteworthy. And I was told he would meet me not at the church, but at his home, and the Father would drive me there personally. 

"Bring only your robe with you, nothing else, no clothes , nothing. We are going to need to fill you with holy spirit and really try hard this time to cleanse you of your sinful thoughts and desires. I fucked the hell out of you last time, but this time, we needed to pump you full of holy spirit, to fill you up with holy spirit, inside and outside of your fantastic body."

Oh my god! I was going to be filled with holy spirit and have all of these wicked thoughts expunged from my mind. I hoped it would work this time, as the last time, when I got home, I just wanted to fuck my son in law even more.

I went to the church to meet the Father, and followed him to the Bishop’s home. I had followed the directions and was naked under my white fluffy robe. To my surprise he was also in his robe, and he greeted me with a huge smile, exclaiming his appreciation for being able to help one of his parishioners. He led me to his bedroom and sat me down on his bed. Telling the Father to wait in the other room, he smiled at me and told me to relax. My robe had slipped open, exposing my tits to him, and as he gazed lovingly at them, I heard him say a quiet prayer, thanking God for me and asking for strength to do what needed to be done. I felt so good, knowing he really wanted to help me. And so as he disrobed me, I felt at ease, as he was only going to do God’s will with me. As he took his robe off, I was a bit surprised to see he was naked and had a rather significant cock that was rapidly stiffening. 

"What we need to do my daughter," he was saying, "is fill you with holy spirit and get those wicked thoughts out of your mind. This is my tool," he pointed to his engorged cock, "for doing that. I have to do this in cases like yours, so don’t worry. I am going to cleanse you and fill you with as much holy spirit as I can muster up, and you will feel God’s spirit over come you. You will be overtaken with the  joy of the Holy Spirit and God will make you feel so good, so just let me get to work. If I need help, I will call your priest in to help me, but I think I can fill you quite nicely."

With that, he leaned over me and pushed gently down to the bed. Starting with my tits, he kissed and sucked them until they were stiff and truthfully, giving me all sorts of excitement. "Oh Sir, I think it is starting to work," I told him. He kissed me down to my pussy and expertly started licking and tongue fucking my clit and pussy. My God, this bishop is good at this, where did he learn to eat pussy like that? I could feel the Holy Spirit working already, as my body was feeling pretty damn good right now. Then I was told to prepare to be pumped full of holy spirit as he mounted me and slowly inserted his blessed cock into my pussy. 

"Thank God for what you are about to receive, Linda," he exclaimed. 

And he started to pump. Fuck did he pump. For an old guy, his cock was pretty damn thick and hard. I was feeling the spirit working, his cock was throbbing inside of me and my cunt wanted his holy seed. The feeling was building as the Spirit was working on me too. Pretty soon he was pumping hard and my pussy was sucking hard and I could feel he was going to spew his righteous seed deep inside of my waiting, needy pussy. 

He was praying I guess, I couldn’t under stand everything, but 'Thank you God' was spoken over and over. And then his body stiffened and his cock exploded inside of me. His righteous seed filled my sinful cunt, and my cunt drained his cock and balls dry. My body was craving the holy spirit I guess, as I didn’t want to let him end. I just kept clenching him and fucking as I wanted more and more spirit. I locked my legs around him and fucked him hard and long. I didn’t let him slide out of me, I wanted, needed, more pumping of the holy spirit, I wanted to be completely filled wth the spirit. I must have frightened him a bit as he was calling for my priest to cum and help. AAAHHHH. In walked Father, When he saw us, he immediately jumped into action to help me get filled. Stripping out of his clothes he turned me over on the bed and taking my head in his hands, guided his righteous tool into my mouth and slowly started pumping my mouth. I could feel the spirit flowing. The Bishop had recovered a bit and was not finished doing his duty. He started pumping my pussy from behind, screaming yes yes yes. He was possessed by the spirit I guess as he was going nuts on my cunt and slamming into me. He really wanted me filled  with the spirit and was doing his best to do it. At the same time Father was doing his best to fill me from the other side, fucking my face, deeply, slowly. He started praying too. Boy those guys really liked praying to god and thanking him a lot for being able to help me. So I started praying too, and was screaming God over and over again like they were doing, It must be working as everyone was getting possessed by the righteousness of god. I could feel Father’s cock swelling and oh my god, The holy spirit was going to flow. His righteous seed shot straight down my throat. I could feel his cock pumping, his nuts draining. Fuck, I could feel myself being overcome with gods spirit as my body was starting to convulse and tremble. I could tell it was working. And then, damn, the bishop was sliding his cock into my ass. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk. I couldnt talk or even scream as Father’s cock was still pumping holy spirit into me. Damnnnnnn, he stretched me and then it was in, and omg. I guess He knew what he was doing as I was completely overcome with the spirit and my body exploded in one pleasure wave after another. It felt like I was orgasming, but better. I loved God’s spirit working in me. Wow, it just didn’t quit, wave after wave. And then I felt the Bishop collapse on my back as he fondled my tits. Father just slid down and thanked god. I did too. What a pair those two righteous men of god were. I really felt cleansed. I didn’t even have a thought of fucking Nick now. But would the feeling come back. 

I got up and thanked them both. The Bishop was asleep. I guess pumping me full of the spirit wore him out. It must have taken a lot out of him. Father was just sitting there with a big grin on his face. 

I walked out on rubbery legs, completely spent, but so thankful for the spiritual help those two men of god had given to me.I almost wanted my wicked thoughts to return as I was finding the things I heard about going to confession were just not correct. I was loving it. Perhaps if my wicked thoughts did return, it would take three priests to take care of it. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm!