5 first dates

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(think a mix of 50 first dates and the united states of tara)

Margaret had a fucked up childhood, followed by crazy fucking college experience.

You see Margaret had 5 personalities, each one different in personality, sexual experience, even sexual desires, and it had interfered with any sort of normal social life, and college had been rough, so at 27 she was in therapy and working a customer service over the phone job that luckily all her personalities were capable and okay with doing.

Peggy liked to fuck men, and women, literally. If I found myself wearing a strap on then I knew Peggy had been around.

Marge was maternal, baked cookies, and an alcoholic, If I woke up with a hangover and a fresh baked cookies I knew Marge had surfaced, she also had daddy issues and would fuck men 20+ years older than us, though once I'd been roused to find a 19 year old college boy sucking on my tits and calling me mommy.

Rita was a lesbian, who liked to suck cock, whatever that means, but I'd found myself in far too many group sex things with only 1 or 2 men involved

Maggie was a virgin, and catholic. If I found myself in confession or attending church I knew Maggie had been brought to the surface.

Margaret was trying to merge the personalities, going to AA, cleaning the sex toys, making sure there were plenty of condoms, getting tested for STD's. Margaret was also trying to date, but finding a guy who would satisfy everyone's needs was difficult. He'd need to like receiving anal sex, be open to calling me mommy, and being called daddy, accept that I might want other women in our bedroom and be able to seduce Maggie.

My therapist said that Maggie's virginity was a major stumbling block in integration. Maggie tended to present herself if a date was going well, which meant I was resisting going out with nice guys, or perhaps I was resisting exposing nice guys to my sexual history.

My alters had done some 'dating' and if I was lucky I woke up to strangers who left before breakfast. If I was unlucky, strong orgasms tended to submerge an alter and I would be roused in the middle of the act, if I was really lucky I'd have an orgasm and the previous alter would take over.

It made masturbation impossible, and even my altars were feeling jipped.

 

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Confession is good for the soul

Margaret had found herself in the church all too often, evidently once Maggie confessed she felt such a relief that she lost control. I had no idea what Maggie could possibly confess, as according to my therapist Maggie thought she was a virgin. I wasn't even catholic, but Maggie evidently was, and I wondered if that meant I was too.

There was something about the church that was soothing, and so I found myself walking through early in the morning before work. Most of my altars went to sleep, and I woke up, on a few rare occasions they had fucked through a weekend, so my blank spots were scattered across each day.

We had been attending Mass weekly, for about six months, or since therapy as Maggie had strongly resurfaced then, and we seemed to be accepted as another lonely soul by the congregation.

I did my best to blend in, wearing what Maggie would wear, the last thing I needed was someone in church to know get curious, and when I introduced myself as Margaret to the young father, I didn't see his reaction as someone else was calling his name and wanting his attention.

So here I was, my therapist said if Maggie was confessing, that I should as well and I entered the small dark room, and sat down, wondering what Maggie would say if she was here.

I took a deep breath and...

Maggie was happy to be in confession, she must have been pulled her by divine providence.

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned, it has been a few days since my last confession, and I had impure thoughts again." She knew he would ask for details and she continued, glad the confession booth was sound proofed to the outside.

"I was naked and aroused and I had a black phallus, and I was plunging it into another person."

She blushed at the memory of the thoughts, and as he asked if she was with a male or female this time. "It sounded like a man," she closed her eyes lost in her thoughts, "Yes a man, my hand was stroking his cock, which was hard and wet." Her nipples stiffened as they always did when she recalled her impure thoughts.

"Father I continue to have these visions of fornication," her heart was beating faster and she felt her private place grow warm. "I want to purge them from my mind, my heart, my soul, my body." She trembled. "Please help me."

 

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Father Flanagan

I am Kevin Flanagan, and I was in my first month at My Lady of the Peace when I met Margaret, it would be a few more weeks before I met some of her alternative personalities. Fresh out of Seminary School, a Masters of Divinity in hand, I had been ordained only three months earlier and now I had been assigned to this sleepy, little suburban church, under the Guidance of Father Daniel Gregory.

Twenty eight years old, and six foot three, one hundred and ninety five pounds of muscle, reddish brown hair, freckles and deep blue eyes, I had been a division one basketball player during my undergraduate work at Holy Cross College majoring in religious studies. Without my collar on, I looked more like someone about to model for Abercrombie and Fitch than to take your confession. Yet here I was about to do just that.

My becoming a priest was not so much a calling as a command. My uncle, Peter, was a priest and my Mother felt he was just slightly on the moral side of God. My father, under his breath, would refer to him as Saint Peter, it was not a compliment. As the days became closer to my being ordained, I began to worry more and more of my abilities to spend a lifetime abstaining from the pleasures of the flesh. I certainly had not abstained in college, but then I was only sewing wild oats. Then seminary school brought its own group of colorful groupies who helped service the young priest to be and get it out of their system. However, now, as the moment was about to arrive I went to see St. Peter to voice my concerns.

We went back to his offices and he shut the door. "My Son,..." He began, despite the fact I was his nephew. "I believe you have taken these laws of the church to literally. It is not so much about abstaining as it is...discretion. You will find, as I have, the work of the lord to be most fulfilling. But we as priests must use all of our talents to control and lead or flocks, as we are their shepherds. There will be many occasions when you see fit to wield the staff between your legs, and it will bring great comfort to your chosen followers. I have helped may a sheep find a better way...and I am certain you will do the same."

My jaw had almost hit the ground to get such clear guidance, but I certainly left his office a far more enthusiastic servant of God than I had entered. So here I was now, and I know we are not supposed to see who enters the confessional, but Father Gregory had long ago installed a closed circuit camera, such that we could better guide our parishioners. In some ways it was a matter of safety, in others it was pure voyeurism, but in any case, I watched and admired Margaret as she took her seat in the confessional and slid up the screen....

She was beautiful, Maggie, I believed was her name, she was a quiet little church mouse, easy on the eyes, but supposedly quite pure. The tale she told me though eas anyhing but, I watched her nipples harden and her squirm in her chair. For s moment I thought/hoped she might open her legs and show me her treasure, as my hand was already comforting my rigid hard cock. She finally finished, "Father I continue to have these visions of fornication,...I want to purge them from my mind, my heart, my soul, my body." She trembled. "Please help me."

My heart was pounding as well, feeding my unholy groin that throbbed and ached for relief. “My poor child, the devil is trying to grip you, isn’t he my lanb. Do you feel his breath on your nipples, his serpent tongue between your milky thighs? For now do your pennance, 20 Hail Mary’s, but you need the Lord’s hand to guide you, and I will be your shepherd. Can you come back tomorrow? Bring that phallus and we will exercise it, bring your body, and we will attempt to begin cleanse you. I will not desert you little lamb, but we have much work to do!”

 

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Maggie...Peggy....Margaret...Peggy

I did indeed feel his serpeant tongue between my thighs and I fled from the confessional feeling more confused than ever. I had never thought to seek out the items in my visions, but when I got home, I found clothes I had never worn, lacey devilish red panties and bras. When I found the phallus, it was different than my vision and I trembled and passed out.

Peggy trembled with rage at the thought of Maggie touching her things. "I'd better find a better hiding place for you." Peggy felt all the arousal of Maggie, and was frustrated. Peggy knew if she masturbated she'd be sent back to the dark corner of Margaret's mind where she lurked between times.

Peggy gathered up the purple strap on and hid it where she doubted Maggie would look, she felt guilty. She didn't know that it was the reintegration process that was causing the sexual bleed through to Maggie, and she didn't know that Rita was pissed off at the whole thing as the lines between them were getting blurred. That right now there was a video of Rita fisting a pale thin blonde woman in the DVD player. That whoever hit play next would see more of Rita's girlfriend than they ever wanted.

Peggy decided it wouldn't hurt to use the toy one more time before she hid it, and Margaret was less likely to make waves if she turned up while Peggy was fucking her lover. Peggy put her toy on, called her lover and in moments she was on her way.

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He was naked and stroking when she walked in. She smiled, stripped off the dress she was wearing, and leaned over and kissed him. He smiled and applied lubricant to the toy, and then he rolled over on bed, like a good boy and presented his ass for fucking. She loved doggy style, to see her strong man bend over and take it. His anus was slippery with precum and she mounted him sliding the toy every so slowly in, and then yanking out, in slow, and out fast, until he was howling and then she began to just pound him mercilessly until his cock erupted all over the bed.

She felt so fucking powerful, her tits hard as rocks, her pussy oozing, she was mere moments from orgasm as the toy just massaged her clit and kept her on the edge. She raked her nails down his back and flopped on the bed. He smiled, gently removed the toy, and began eating her out. Somewhere between one orgasm and the next Maggie briefly emerged aroused and confused, only to fade as the man was fingering her g spot and she crashed over the edge in the strongest orgasm Maggie had ever felt.

Margaret knew the regular fuck buddies of her altars, and when she roused from bliss to see Jake, Peggy's favorite 'dog' licking her between her legs she moaned.

"Please fuck me now," she purred, unaware that Maggie was watching. Maggie would describe it as an out of body experience to her priest. Margaret was just enjoying Jake. She watched him put a goofy blue condom on before he fucked her. Margaret moved her legs over his shoulder, feeling him goo deep, letting the orgasms ripple through her body, feeling surprised as she managed to stay in control until her body felt like Jello and Jake came hard.

He pulled out, said thanks, removed the condom, cleaned his cock and then licked her to one more orgasm before they cuddled up and fell asleep.

Peggy woke up, and realized she should leave the toy here, and kissed Jake lightly on the head and left him sleeping and sated. Peggy drove home, took a shower and went back to sleep.

 

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Father Flanagan....Father Gregory

"So you finally met Maggie?" Father Gregory was smiling at me as I entered his office. Thank the Lord, albeit in this instance, that terms was rather blasphemous, she had been my last, and certainly most arousing discussion. The older priest looked down and the tent in my black pants from my rock hard large cock was quite noticeable. "Father, may I suggest you might want to wear a cassock to hear confessions, I find it allows me much greater comfort when needed."

He was referring to the longer black robe structures many pries wore, an the utility of which just became abundantly clear. The old priest licked his lips and let his gaze linger a bit longer than was comfortable, but I had most literally been caught red handed.

"Uh, yes sir...but I am confused, you said she was chaste? That does not appear to be the case?" I looked at him and he chuckled at my confusion. "Maggie is chaste, or at least she thinks she is, but you were talking to Margaret. I have now had a couple of sessions with her, and their are some interesting demons running around in that girl. Isn't it nice she is such a delicious little playground to enjoy?"

My cock was still hard thinking about seeing the aroused and extremely attractive woman in the confessional. "So these stories are not Maggie's but some other personnae of Margaret? Do we know anything about this or these people?"

The older Priest, who was finding himself quite aroused at this point, shook his head. "No, my son, but that is a journey I believe you will need to take, and from what I can gather, their appetites are quite bawdy and robust. I assume you will seek my counsel as you deem necessary, and I will be obviously watching over this?" His direct notification and reminder that the entire church and grounds were under close video supervision and the old cleric had no intention of missing anything, the more salacious the better.

"Of course Father, I will absolutely keep you aware and will likely need your direct assistance in helping us return this lost little lamb to our flock."

Father Gregory was quite pleased with this, this handsome new priest was the perfect complement to his unique congregation. They each gave each other communion and the bond was sealed, Father Flanagan looked forward to seeing who might show up tomorrow?

 

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Marge the maternal type

Marge woke up, seeing the clothes tossed about the room and wondered who had done what. Marge went to church, and instinctively went to the catholic church Maggie confessed at. Marge felt sorry for that poor girl and had unburdened her heart to the priest, telling him how innocent and chaste Maggie was, and that it wasn't her fault she was having visions of the others having sex.

Maggie had taken her top off and played with her nipples in confessing, telling the good father how much she loved imagining her adult son sucking on them. She'd been pleasantly surprised when he asked for details about her fantasies, and she told him everything, even the twins she had devirginized during an intense sexual liason that lasted one brief summer when Margaret was taking a summer class.

"I'm 45 after all, and I still have such urges," she was shocked when the father revealed he had heard young men confess wanting to suckle on their mothers.

When Marge went to bed she had imagined the older father, blessing her, nursing on her, and violating his oaths.

So today she intended to tell him that Maggie needed to get fucked, or else everyone would be screwed.

Marge dressed in a tight black dress, wearing a long coat over it so after work she went to confession. She entered the confessional unaware that the younger priest was on the other side.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned. It's been a month since my last confession and I seduced 3 men during that time." Marge slipped her coat off, slipped the straps of her dress down her shoulders and began playing with her breasts. "I wanted to breast feed them father, to nurture and comfort them, to feel them suckle life from my body as they infused my body with the pure seed of life."

Marge moved one hand to her pussy, "It's all Maggie's fault, if she wasn't so uptight, so repressed, the rest of us could have a good time." Marge knew the risks of masturbating but she felt like the confessional would protect her as she began moaning, "Amen, Amen, Amen." Marge was thrilled at the feeling of letting her sins spill out from her body, orgasm was a gift from God after all.

"Father I've discovered that if I take certain herbs and use a breast pump I can induce lactation. I don't know how the others feel about it, but I have needs." She brought her wet fingers to her mouth, and sucked them. "Is it wrong to want to breast feed my adult son?"

 

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Father Flanagan and Marge

I had been in this confessional almost two hours since my last break and nearly seven hours throughout the day. There had been some okay to enjoyable moments. I had never realized how many women like to touch themselves while seeking their absolution. Most did it through their clothes, a twisting of the nipple, a squirming while sitting in the confessional licking their lips, constantly uncrossing and recrossing their legs. But occasionally I got a treat. One high school girl had come in complete in her uniform of above knee length plaid, pleated skirt knee high white socks, mary janes and white cotton panties. She had told me about her last dated with her boyfriend and her struggles of considering giving up her virginity. Her lust was clear as she describe his advances, which I encouraged her describing in detail, she had brought one foot up on the chari and slid her hand down inside those soft white panties. The camera could pick up the already resonant wetness, but I kept her talking until she had jilled herself to satisfaction. She was given 10 hail mary's and encouraged to seek out a priest for more direct counseling, but the young priest might understand the best her dilemma.

I had about given up when, as I watched on the camera, she slid into the confession booth. She had on a raincoat but looked not at all nervous, so I assumed this was not Maggie, but who was it, Margaret, or someone new? I stayed quiet and waite as the screen again went up, "Forgive me father for I have sinned. It's been a month since my last confession and I seduced 3 men during that time." This was definitely not Maggie. "My child, please tell me just your first name so that I can address you but still allow you to maintain the anonymity you seek. "Marge" was the simple response. Yes indeed, there was a new actress in the theatre.

"Tell me of your sins Marge, and please be specific so I can help you relieve your demons?" I slipped my hand under my cassock and began to massage my quickly hardening cock through my boxers. She removed her coat to reveal the painted on dress, and I couldn't help but let out a small, reflexive moan as she slipped off her straps and revealed her spectacular breast and began to massage them into delicious looking hard pebbles. "I wanted to breast feed them father, to nurture and comfort them, to feel them suckle life from my body as they infused my body with the pure seed of life." My cock twitched hard, and precum began to secrete into my white cotton boxers, the sensation providing a bit of relief, and then stirring even greater need.

I cleared my throat, "Is that what you enjoy Marge, to have your breasts admired and suckled, does that make you want to open your legs and encourage the demon to crawl inside?"

Her mind went on changing a topic I wanted to explore much more "deeply" myself. I saw her hand slide to her pussy, and the thought of masturbating together, made my heart race. "It's all Maggie's fault, if she wasn't so uptight, so repressed, the rest of us could have a good time." I stayed quiet and let her speak, watching as she began to massage her slit and work her clit with ever increasing need and desire. "Oh my poor child, you are all in need of my counsel, I can help you all so much, help you find true salvation and peace!" Fuck I as so turned on, so unbelievably horny, I wanted to pounce out of this room and take her right in that chair, in that dress, and feel her legs wrapped around me, my holy sceptor, buried deep inside her wanton cunt. "Amen, Amen, Amen." The level of her arousal clear as she sounded close and my hand when inside my boxers to grip my large prick directly and stroke it in rhythm with her movements on the screen.

Her arousal was all over her body, actions and words as she began to reveal her real kinks feeding my own, "Father I've discovered that if I take certain herbs and use a breast pump I can induce lactation. I don't know how the others feel about it, but I have needs....Is it wrong to want to breast feed my adult son?" I looked at her, looked closely, she couldn't be more than late 20's, I doubted she had a son, and definitely not an adult one, but I fed her fantasy, I wanted to make her cum, I wanted t suckle from those gorgeous breasts and tease those nipples with my lips, tongue and teeth. "Oh sweet mother, you are as giving as the blessed mother herself, it is good you feed your children, age is but a number, and your breast milk is good and sweet. It nourishes the young men, even men like myself who earn for that nourishment that can only be suckled from a mother's breast...and I am sure you are a very loving mommy, aren't you?"

 

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Marge

Marge was relieved to have the father's blessing to take steps to enduing lactation and she moved her pussy wettened fingers to her nipples, as if to bless them with the results of her orgasm.

"Yes Father I'm a loving mother to my boys, and I tend to the hardest of their needs while they suck on me. I make sure they eat good food, and I love playing with them in the shower. Boys can get so dirty you know."

Marge's nipples were stiff as she almost casually tugged and twisted them, "They are such good boys, and if they accidentally spill on me or inside me, they clean it all up." Marge was thinking about her current 'son' who was somewhere between 18 and 19 working part time while he struggled with college. She'd dropped by with cookies one day at his work place and after chatting for a while about how much he missed his family, she'd hugged him, pulling him into her generous bosom, and told him she'd take care of him like any good mother would.

Noticing his erection, she'd sucked his ear lobe and said she would take care of any hard problems that might rise up from time to time. He'd been like a puppy, so eager to please her, and she'd taken his virginity, and she was planning to take his anal cherry as well, if she wasn't so concerned about Maggie showing up, passing out, and ruining her life.

"He's such a hungry boy, always wanting to eat my hot warm fresh pie...." Marge's fingers trailed back down between her legs. Forgetting that she had intended to get the priest to encourage Maggie to unclench her legs and learn to enjoy sex.

 

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Father Flanagan

I watched and saw how pleased she was. I had enjoyed her little show and watched as she brought her pussy soaked fingers and wetted her hard nipples with them. However my cock ached to be enjoyed by those same fingers, lips, tongue and wet pussy.

"Yes Father I'm a loving mother to my boys, and I tend to the hardest of their needs while they suck on me. I make sure they eat good food, and I love playing with them in the shower. Boys can get so dirty you know."


"Yes, I do, and you truly sound like a loving mother. Even here, married to the church I miss the tender touch of a mother, and the sweet suckle of milk from a loving mother's breast. There is no boy who ever fully outgrows the need of his mother's love and touch. Do your boys call you Mommy as you tend to their needs and feel them draw the lifeblood of your nourishment from your breasts?"

"They are such good boys, and if they accidentally spill on me or inside me, they clean it all up."


"It is good that you have taught them such manners, I wish I had such loving care and tutelage, but perhaps it is not too late for a man to learn to truly care for his mother as she deserves?"

"He's such a hungry boy, always wanting to eat my hot warm fresh pie...." I chuckled, warmly, "Of course, who doesn't long to eat their Mommy's warm fresh pie, I know how I love pie, warm and fresh, licking the sweet filling and pressing it to my open mouth....Marge, this is my last confession, I would like to discuss your absolution with you back in my office. Are you available, there are hard needs that only a mother would understand, and I am so hungry from my day and need nourishment of the body and soul. I would also like to discuss Maggie, and see if we might not get her to come and see me, and see if we can address her issues."

I was afraid I had said too much, been too forward, but my cock was throbbing and her nipples were still rock hard as well. "Are you available to meet with me in my chambers Marge? I believe we could help each other immensely."

 

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Marge....Margaret

"Oh yes Father, my boys call me Mother, or Mum, or Mommy, depending on their needs. They say please mummy, thank you mummy, let me clean your pussy mummy."

Her fingers were playing with her pussy openly again, getting wet again, feeling the need again.

"Oh father," she moaned, cumming again, feeling bad about getting the confessional wet, but relieved it is the last one of the day. Hopeful the scent will have dissipated before morning "Bless me," she moans feeling light headed and suddenly Margaret is pulling the wet fingers from her pussy.

She blushes realizing where she is, doubting that Maggie would have been touching herself like this, or as she looks down dressed like this, with her breasts exposed like this.

"Um Father, it's me, Margaret. I don't suppose you could tell me what she told you?" Margaret pulled her skirt down, and adjusted her dress up, feeling the blood pounding and other after affects of orgasm spilling along her skin. "I know it wasn't Maggie," she bit her lower lip, she couldn't imagine Rita confessing, though she could imagine Rita touching herself in the confessional. Peggy would never be caught dead inside a church, which left Marge.

She knew Marge had a boy toy somewhere, she hadn't met him, and part of her wondered how Marge managed to have sex and come home without a switch occurring. Margaret only knew about the boys, because she'd wake up in a 60's style dress, with hickeys on her breasts, and her tits felt like they'd been drained for milk, and her pussy felt pounded.

 

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"Oh yes Father, my boys call me Mother, or Mum, or Mommy, depending on their needs. They say please mummy, thank you mummy, let me clean your pussy mummy."
She ran her fingers down to her open legs, masturbating wantonly in front of him and her actions suggested she had clearly played this game with her "sons" before to mutually satisfactory conclusion....and then it was done!

The transformation was both interesting and a bit frightening to watch. The look she gave as she pulled her fingers from her pussy and looked at them with a combination of confusion and bewilderment. Suddenly I understood. "Um Father, it's me, Margaret. I don't suppose you could tell me what she told you?" She adjusted herself, trying to become proper, put the horses back in the barn, well after they had not only broken out of the stable but had jumped eh fence.

"I know it wasn't Maggie," I regained control. "No my child it wasn't, it was Marge, and she said some most interesting things Margaret. Things that gave me great concern. But I am your shepherd, not your judge. I want to help you deal with Marge and Maggie, and the others." I didn't know how many others there might be, but I sensed there were at least one more, and maybe more. I wanted to get to know them, intimately. I had been chosen by God, and they were part of my flock.

"Margaret, I would like to see you in my quarters and discuss what has happened here. You need help my child and I know I can guide Maggie, Marge, yourself and others back to the right path. I would like you to follow me now." And with that I got up and stepped out of the confessional and waited for the sexy woman, in the painted on black dress to do the same. The cossock had been a brilliant suggestion, as my raging 10 inch hard on was barely visible in the billowing robes. I slid my hand into my pockets and stroked it as I waite, I wanted to make sure my staff was ready as I expected to call upon it soon.

 

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Margaret getting help....or is it Maggie

Margaret put the coat back on, still feeling troubled, aroused, confused. She often felt this way after a therapy session. She stopped to light a candle, dropping money into the box, and then her hand moved and she lit five candles, one for each of her selves.

She knew the Father was nearby, and she turned following his black clad form away from the church. She knew the older Father practically lived in the church, but she had no idea if the younger priest lived in a basement room, or up near the bells, or over the outbuilding which housed the cars.

She felt a rosary in the pocket of her coat and silently began reciting.

If anyone could help Maggie, it was undoubtedly this priest, Maggie trusted him, and Maggie despite her innocence or maybe because of it was fragile and trusted no one, not the therapist, and not the others.

His room was different than she expected, one bed, one desk, one chair. When he sat in the chair she sat on his bed. The room was warm and she took her coat off, laying it at the bottom of the bed. She wasn't surprised when he took his heavy garments of office off.

Margaret felt a strange pressure and she got up from the bed, and knelt facing the bed, clasping the rosary and began to pray. The shift to Maggie was painless and nearly imperceptible, except for the change in her posture. Maggie had perfect posture, and while it sometimes bothered her that her breasts thrust out, she still maintained a dancer's grace.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned to look at him, a single tear rolling down her face, "Bless me Father for I have sinned," the sweet soft intonation of her voice declaring it was Maggie. "I thought about displaying myself wantonly while speaking to you, I wanted to stop, to say no, but it was like I was watching myself in a mirror, unable to control my body."

"I don't know how I got here, but some sexually perverted demon must be writhing inside me."

 

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Father Flanagan...Margaret & Maggie

I watched her light one, two and finally a fifth candle. 'Was that how many?" I wondered, "...and did that include Margaret herself?" Who knows, it was speculation at best, but I intended to find out, and find out sooner rather than later. So I'd met three so far, as I took inventory.

Maggie, was sweet, shy, clearly naive, but with resonant understanding of the behaviors of some other. There was Marge, a woman with strong sexual appetites, liked to play Mommy, thought she was older than she was and was likely be somewhat dominant with her lovers. She was potentially promiscuous, but whether it was few or many, her desires were intense, and her willingness to take chances, perhaps even be exhibitionist in her behavior, something worth investigating further. Finally there was Margaret, the core, aware of the others, seemingly reserved, trying to control the others, but continually finding herself in situations where she was trying to figure things out. It was what drove the switches I didn't understand, what provoked each character, and what sent them away. I turned away and led the way back to my small room, I was pleased as I heard her follow.

I opened the door to my room and held it as she entered, their was a careful, almost timid nature and I tried to figure out if it was still Margaret. I took off my cossock and head on only a black short sleeve shirt with my collar and gray trousers. As I sat down in my chair she sat down on the bed. I was quiet and watched her, and as she got up and turned to kneel by my bed, her posture suddenly changed. I got up, slowly, moving to her side, and set my hand on her shoulder. Suddenly the sweetest look turned up to face me, a tear in her soft and trusting eyes, "Bless me Father for I have sinned," I looked down, smiling as softly as I could, lightly clutching her rshoulder, "I don't know how I got here, but some sexually perverted demon must be writhing inside me."

"I know my child, and I have brought you back to help you. There are demons inside of you, that are not of your doing, but are trying to access you through others. I am going to cleanse you and anoint you with holy oils. You and I will need to spend as much time together as you can. The serpent is trying to enter you, and we must show him that you are being protected by God as he will not venture where God has already claimed you. You must trust me sweet little lamb...." I held up the small crystal pitcher, "...I will use this holy olive oil to anoint you, we must strip your body bare, and let me bathe your, and press the oils into your body to purify you from those evil demons who are trying to take advantage of you...are you ready? I moved my hand to her shoulders and slid her straps down, and then my hand moved to her zipper and began to slide it down. I looked up in the far corner of my room and nodded at the small hole, barely visible, acknowledging Father Gregory, I hoped he would be pleased by my counsel.

 

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Maggie...Peggy

"...I will use this holy olive oil to anoint you, we must strip your body bare, and let me bathe your, and press the oils into your body to purify you from those evil demons who are trying to take advantage of you...are you ready?"

Maggie shivered, trying to submit, and as his hands removed her clothing, she found herself resisting, resisting the hand of God on Earth and began to cry.

By the time she laid down naked on the bed Maggie was no longer there. Two tears managed to roll down her face before Peggy appeared, "Father that was very naughty of you, Maggie was so conflicted, and confused." Peggy stretched out on the bed, eagerly displaying herself. "I'd love to feel you anoint me with oil, inside and out."

Peggy licked her lower lip, she'd wanted to see the good father for a while now, but the holiness of the church had kept her trapped inside. Now being asked to strip, freed her from the others and she spread her legs. "That is if you still want to massage my poor body with oil," she licked her lips. "You wouldn't want to get any oil on your clothing, you should shed your holy garments."

"I'm Peggy by the way, and I think I'm going to enjoy you trying to drive my unholy spirit out a lot."

 

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Father Flanagan...Maggie & Peggy

The woman I began to peel her clothes off her and strip naked to be anointed was a wilting flower, knowing I was speaking from God, the woman who got up and looked up at me with pure unadulterated glee was a very different being, than the virgin flower he had led back to his room. This woman laid back like a cat, a perfect feline stretching out and putting herself on gorgeous display. "I'd love to feel you anoint me with oil, inside and out...That is if you still want to massage my poor body with oil,...You wouldn't want to get any oil on your clothing, you should shed your holy garments.""


I smiled down, the sexual confidence of this woman was very intoxicating. With one hand, I began to shed my holy garments with the other I grabbed the urn of oil and turned to let it drizzle up and down her body. "Oh you are such a delicious little lamb aren't you? You understand that given your lusty sins, I will need to anoint you deeply and fully, there is so much cleansing to get you pure again to the touch of God...you are?" He was quite certain this was not one of the personnages he had already met.

"I'm Peggy by the way, and I think I'm going to enjoy you trying to drive my unholy spirit out a lot." I laughed, "Oh my Daughter, Peggy, you will find enlightenment is as good for the body as it is for the soul..." Now naked, my large hard cock sticking out straight in front of me, pointing directly between eyes that were staring at it, and licking sweet lips in response, I crawled up between Peggy's legs and knelt on my heels. I massaged the oil into her calves, thighs adn finally the outside of her soft wet folds. "Your vagina has been touched by the demons...often...I will need to let it enjoy and be saved by my divine staff, and healed by the oils and fluids of God."

I used my thumbs to massage the oils into her outer lips, and then pressed inside to find and enjoy her swollen button. I took the ern, and drizzled some oil on my massive, hard cock and let her eyes watch as it glistened and leaked with olive oil. I continued to crawl up her finally straddling her stomach and chest. My cock laid between her gorgeous breasts, and she felt as I leaned back and slid to oil covered fingers up and deep inside her cunt. with my other hand, I lifted the tip o of my holy prick to her lips and ran the tip across. "Take me inside daughter, let my staff anoint your mouth and tongue, you have tasted the demons, now it is time to taste a staff of God!"

 

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Peggy

Peggy had not felt so relaxed, and fully in control of the body in a long time, and she planned to enjoy it. She brought her hands up to mash her breasts around the good Father's divine erection, enjoying the feeling of his rather unholy desires press into her body. Her mouth opened and she licked across the firm head of his cock.

"Tell me Father, shall I ingest your blessed seed, let it spill upon my unworthy body, or do you wish to drench my womb?" Birth control had been a bit of a problem, as pills needed to be taken the same time every day, and Maggie had refused to be implanted with any birth control devices. Rita being a lesbian also refused, and Marge wanted to get pregnant.

Peggy's lovers were variable in using condoms and such, so Margaret had an STD test, each time she woke up to an unfamiliar lover, and wondered if she even could get pregnant at all. Since Peggy was the one who submitted to the gynecologist exam, Peggy was the only one who talked with the Doctor. Margaret got test results of course, but only because she had them mailed to her.

 

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Father Flanagan & Father Gregory

To say Father Flanagan wasn’t exactly experienced was a huge understatement. I could count the experiences with women with the two hands that had been the only consistent fulfillment of my considerable needs. I had actually been a bit nervous with Maggie as to how to actually seduce her. However, Peggy was more a question of not being eaten alive.

"Tell me Father, shall I ingest your blessed seed, let it spill upon my unworthy body, or do you wish to drench my womb?" He looked up, as if God would provide counsel, or do anything other than shot lightning bolts at his blasphemous activities. “My dear sweet daughter, I hope you understand we will need multiple purification sessions. Your body has been ravaged by the demons, and only through a deep and thorough purging may I cleanse and salvage your soul for God. Will you open yourself completely to me?” His lust filled eyes connected with hers, it was a miracle that no sparks ignited on her oil laced body.

“For today, we will start with your taking my holy scepter into your mouth, and swirling and sucking my divine rod until I can fill your throat and belly with my holy seed and attack those demons that dwell there.” I took the tip of my throbbing prick and slid it to her open lips, “taste of the lord my child, suckle on his tool.”

It was surprising they didn’t hear the pounding of his fist or the groan from Father Gregory’s chambers, where he sat naked, his cock in his hand, watching the interaction between Father Flanagan and Peggy transpire. “NO, NO!! The pussy, always take the pussy.” Father Gregory knew better than anyone, just how easy it was for a priest to get sucked off. Not by women as beautiful as Peggy usually, but close your eyes, and it still felt plenty good, but the pussy, that was much harder to come by, let alone the splendor of bare backed sex! “Rookie mistake...” the old priest grumbled. Then he began stroking himself again, “fuck, can that Peggy ever suck cock!”

 

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Peggy

To say Peggy could suck a cock dry, was like saying rain was wet. Peggy was the most heavily sexual personality, as such it was not a surprise was the first to interact with the Father. She laughed huskily before taking his cock into her mouth, letting it fill her as her tongue slithered around it. She felt like Lilith seducing Adam, making him spill his seed in her mouth, defying God's plan for procreation.

It was her personal pleasure making a man cum anywhere but inside her, making him beg for it, she had offered it to the priest, knowing he would take her sultry hot mouth instead. She wondered if she could convince him to bless her ass, and sanctify a place many men had plundered.

She purred and growled savoring his cock, teasing, and tormenting him, urging him hard and rough, before pulling back and gently sucking the tip, running her tongue along the slit. Tasting his desire preparing to spill forth.

 

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Father Flanagan

She did not speak a word, she simply laughed and then lustily too me into her mouth. While the priest in me was a bit troubled, the man with the throbbing prick enjoyed her enthusiasm to be cleansed. “Oh yes my child, take my scepter in, embrace the flavors of holiness anoint you mouth. Tongue and throat of its oils. Yes, yes, do you feel the almighty power!” She worked my prick like a prize cocksucker, never gagging or wincing as I grabbed her head and fucked deep down her throat.

“Oh, I feel the transformation, how your throat opens to you shepherds entrance. How your body craves to nourish of my blessed seed. This demon cavern will soon be cleansed and blessed for now, but your other caverns where the curse of the d Vik no doubt dwells, they too must be cleansed. Fell the power of my holy staff, be exorcized by bathing in my holy seed.”

“You have sinned often haven’t you Peggy, but don’t worry child, you are saveable, with my constant pounding we can cleanse you, are you ready lamb. Are you ready to wash the sin away, take this, take my offering and be cleansed!!!” I bucked into Peggy’s mouth hard, fucked her powerfully and deep, my muscles clinched, my holy sack tightened and rope after rope fired from my cock and painted the inside of her mouth and down her throat. “Swallow, drink of my offering, drink every drop...” I moaned as I came and came. Finally finished, I held her cheek, “now sweet lamb, clean your shepherds staff, and then I will try to bathe between your legs with my tongue, God is not yet done with you today, but your womb needs to be prepared to fully benefit from divine intervention!”

I knew I could recover, if I just spent some time eating and enjoying her tender cunt. I still wanted to fuck Peggy, I was sure Father Gregory would approve.

 

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Peggy

Peggy devoured him, feeling his desire pour out of his body. She could tell it was pent up from the thickness and amount. She had no trouble licking his slowly softening dick clean. She felt naughty doing him, and felt as if she was tempting him, corrupting him, by encouraging him to enjoy her sinful body.

However she did feel a sense of need and belonging and a strange sense of being anchored, that she was fully in this moment, fully in her body, as she had never felt so completely focused before, and it felt good, and she wanted to keep that feeling. To keep the body, and so she let his cock gently fall from her lips, running her tongue along them, and spread her legs, for him to feast on her treacherous cunt.

"Many a person has soiled my body, it will take many many such efforts to cleanse me Father." Peggy wondered if he knew that technically none of them were catholic, Margaret had been baptized Lutheran.

"I hope you can put out the hell fire that dwells within my cunt, Father." She felt no need to confess her many lovers to Father Flanagan, or that she'd had an abortion, but she'd done that for Maggie, and Marge was still very upset about it. It would have been a boy, and she'd miscarried at least once since then. Her periods were never regular to begin with, but now she often went 6 weeks between them.

The gynecologist, who had wound up fucking her after her exam, said there was nothing unusual about it, and that she could probably have children when she settled down and got married. The poor man had been wicked with his cock inside her, her feet in the stirrups, and was to this day one of her favorite cocks, it was kind of sad she only enjoyed him once a year.

"Yes Father, I've allowed many men to spend their precious seed where it could not make life."

 

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Father Flanagan

Her words shocked me, I had to admit, and I found myself questioning if I was willing to follow through. "I hope you can put out the hell fire that dwells within my cunt, Father." My child, I will do my best, but I will not go where a man has recently been. If I try to tame your...hell fire cunt...tame those fires into the holy receptor it should be." She indicated that her fires had not been stoked at least today, and given that Maggie had most recently been occupying her body, I took some solace.

"Yes Father, I've allowed many men to spend their precious seed where it could not make life." I looked at her as I moved down her body, tonguing and kissing her breasts, abs and mound before sliding between her legs and resting her thighs on my holy shoulders. "Let us see if my holy touch can't bring the fruit back to you garden." I was running out of christian metaphors, but the glistening lips of her pussy were too inviting and I slid my tongue inside her folds and began to lap at her nectar.

I worked her delicious slit, clit to ass, leaving no aspect unattended. I hardened my tongue and began to tongue fuck her admittedly slutty cunt, while my fingers began to work her clit, first slow and teasing, and then hard as she began to buck into my face and fingers! "Oh the lord has blessed you...your pussy is delicious...I feel it getting more pure with each lick and caress...can you feel it my child, release you wanton ways and climax for me, let me feel you, feel the energy of goodness release from your body and bathe me in your juices!"

 

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Peggy.....Marge

Peggy could feel the strange draw of him, there was something, whether it was holy or not she had no clue. She felt claimed, as if he was the only thing keeping her in the body, that it was his will, the force of his personality that was conquering her. Peggy felt strangely attached to him, and would find it difficult, and eventually impossible, to be with any other man.

She resisted orgasm, as she knew it was an emotionally conflicted moment when a switch could occur, so she dug her nails into the palms of her hands as his tongue coaxed pleasure from her. She wanted to be sanctified, she wanted to be worthy of him, she wanted to be better, she wanted to be Maggie. She wished she was the pure innocent untouched virgin, even as she doubted Maggie would spread her legs quite so willingly even for a man of god.

The thought of creating a child, a permanent link with him did not even enter her mind. But Marge was thinking about it, so when Peggy finally climaxed biting on her tongue to keep from screaming out to a God she didn't believe in, it was Marge who blended in.

Marge who reached out her hand, seeing red nail marks on her palms and brushed the hair back from his eyes. Marge's eyes shiny with unknown tears, Marge who said "Baptism by pussy," and with a soft maternal smile, "Interesting."

 

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Father Flanagan

I worked her and worked her and felt her body tense and then tense again, closer and closer, I worked my tongue and lost myself enjoying her. My body constantly getting more and more aroused with every lick. Finally I felt her body shake and her juices flow over my cheeks as she came. I was so hard by the time I finished, I wanted to just come up and slide my cock deep inside and enjoy her.

For years I had denied my passions, raised in a strong Catholic family, I had been told since I was six years old it was my destiny to be a priest, be married to the church, and deny earthly desires. It was only after meeting with my uncle and then Father Gregory that I understood, I was not alone. However, nothing had prepared me for the many faces of Margaret. And now as I had stripped Maggie, and then been blown by and then eaten Peggy, but now I wanted and need to fuck, but who was it and what did she need?

As Peggy came, I could sense the transition. This was going to be interesting. She put her hand on my head, not quite as slutty, but much more assertive. I looked up and saw her, and looked into her eyes. "Talk to my my child, are there things you want to confess?" I got up on my knees and spread her legs. I took my cock in my hand and leaned into her, staring into her eyes. I began to slide it up and down the slit I had just so thoroughly licked. "Tell me your name child...and then let my staff enter and purify you...my holy seed bathe and sanctify your womb..."

 

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Marge

"It's Marge of course," her voice was softer, more confident, one might even say more mature than the others. "It was quite naughty of you to try to corrupt poor Maggie. She was quite shaken by your attentions. Fortunately she trusts you, unfortunately she seems to get pulled to the surface in your confessional. I should have known better than to confess to you there. After all I'm not even Catholic."

Marge bends one knee and gently hooks one leg over his hip. "Peggy is a slut, I'm not surprised you brought her to the surface, but I hope you'll be happy delving into my wanton body." Her fingers stroked up along his arms, soft, confident, self assured. "I only confess that I want your holy seed inside me, taking root, flourishing."

 

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I smiled, "Well hello Marge I was hoping you would return....Not Catholic, well then I hope you will find my rituals so healing and fulfilling to your needs that you will consider taking the Catholic faith into your bosom, just as you have others."

The good father began to strip in front of Marge and let her watch me as soon I was as naked as the day I was born.

"Marge you know how my faith treasures the blessed mother. I can't tell you how often I crave that mother's touch. Perhaps I could suckle at your sweet teet from time to time and you could provide me the nourishment I need to lead my flock. My cock was rock hard, and as she stared at it and licked her lips, I looked at her hard nipples and did the same.

I crawled up between her legs..."even a child longs for his mother's womb." I leaned down and slid the swollen tip of my cock up and down the wet, soft, pink, inner folds of her pussy. "Blessed mother Marge, I seek your comfort, my holy cock seeks the refuge and nurturing of your maternal cunt. I want to slide..." And as I spoke I drove my thighs and launched my large prick deep inside of her..."this cock deep inside of you...oh take me mother...pull my holy seed from my staff and let it feed your womb"

I leaned down and as I pumped my cock deep into her and I kissed and licked and sucked on her breasts. She was a great fuck and her tits felt so good in my mouth, I moaned as I took her, "Oh sweet mother nurture me...take the offering of my prick...let my see nourish ou as your breasts fee me...Fuck me mother...fuck me!"