Confessions (open to one female)

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Lance was new to his tasks. He was the youngest minister that this large congregation had seen in some time. He had gone of to school done his fair share of partying but after a tragic event at the school he had changed himself around and gone of to ministry college and found himself workin towards earning the cloth. He was a tall attractive young man a few tears shy of thirty. He was a solid six foot, wide shouldered athletic frame. Je had played sports in his youth and with the free time and stress of his new life he found himself working out, well practically religiously, and he found that he enjoyed the life. Helping people in pain and helping the lost to find their way. But he did moss his old life quite a bit

He was in fact thinking back on his days at college when he had been young and care free. He ha found his eyes wandering the crowd last Sunday. His flock, or the flock he was learning to minister, had quite a few temptations. He found himself thinking wantonly about them as he sat in the little booth of the confessional, waiting to see whom he might be able to help. You never knew when you waited for confessions. And it was the closest most personal way of ministering and he enjoyed it immensely. He loved being able to give good guidance and be an ear for understanding, and the weaknflesh I him loved robust the screens one way obscuring cover to openly gaze on the woman, and truly delighting in stories of the wanton list he had once enjoyed himself.

He was sitting there quietly when he heard the little door open





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Lily Betson was beautiful. She had a fiery head of bright red curls that felt over creamy, pale skin. Her wide blue eyes bore an innocent sort of look, despite the thoughts constantly ruminating behind them. She had a cute, button nose with a shower of freckles over her nose and cheeks. Her mouth was small, but her lips full, pink and pouting. She had a petite build, and though the wore appropriately conservative clothing to visit the church, there was little she could do to hide her lush, generous breasts, tapered waist and flaring hips.

It was difficult enough for a woman to avoid the temptation of adultery at the best of times, and it was no different for Lily. She was young, only in her early 20s, and unmarried, but the church demanded she remain pure for her husband. She had not. Lily suspected her temptations were a touch more powerful than the average woman's... Her classmates at university sometimes spoke of their relationships, and having sex with their boyfriends several times a week as if it was a lot. Lily, on the other hand, could barely get through a day without playing with herself multiple times. And it was difficult to resist when a man showed interest in her (which, with a body like hers, was often). She often succumbed.

Stepping into the confessional, she sighed, a bright blush colouring her cheeks. It was always difficult to admit her sins, even if they were often the same ones, over and over again.

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession." A pause, while she gathered her thoughts. She clenched her hands in her lap, steeling herself to make her admissions. "I have succumbed to, um... sexual temptation. I have touched myself more than 30 times since last confession, and I had a one-night stand with a man who didn't even know my name last night."

 

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It was Lily.....something with a B? He thought as the red head stepped in and closed the door behind her

She wore a suitable church garb, but the sweater that covered her decently wrapped around a small frame that held generously generous breasts and a waist that was flat and slender. He took advantage of the screen and his eyes drank in her red curls, freckles that screamed of cute innocence, but heroics and her eyes decried the opposite

The words that fell from her cherubic face, past those lush lips had him gawking

"Well child that is certainly something that needs to be atoned. I know that the flesh is a tempting thing. And I believe that you might need to reach out for aid. More aid than what is in a simple confession. You may need guidance of a more physical nature for the times you are tempted" he told her as he licked his own lips, his mind racing with the thoughts of all the things she had done, would do, and how delightful they would be. Shortly after that train of thought he scolded himself. She was in need and he was peeving out!

"Child. If you are uncomfortable about reaching out. I think that we here can provide you with someone to talk to to alleviate this temptation" he told her as he yanked his eyes from her sweater clad breasts and cleared his throat

"Would you be willing to go and seek help? Or at least accept help here?" He asked hoping she would

"Someone you can reach out to to help curb this appetite when it takes hold of you" of course he would offer his own assistance. Maybe she would want it.

"You are terribly brave to admit these things and I know you want reprieve. Can you be even braver and ask for help"

 

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Lily jerked her head in surprise, peering at the priest through the screen, though she couldn't see that much of him. She'd expected disgust. The last priest she'd confessed to had reacted that way. This one... he seemed to understand. He wanted to help!

"Yes, father! Oh please, if you could help me in any way, I would be forever in your debt!" She smiled. She felt better about this confession already. She'd always been torn about the church's attitudes towards sex, but she knew her own habits were particularly unhealthy, even in the eyes of the secular culture - she'd deny herself for as long as she could, then, when she'd go out, even the slightest amount of alcohol caused her will to unravel and she'd readily fuck the first man who so much as looked at her the right way. Not only was that not following the church's teachings, it was actually unsafe and she knew it.

If the priest could help, of course she'd accept!

 

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He was delighted by her exuberant response. He figured that she could have been going through the motions. But that confession took a bold heart. Especially here


He loves to help

"That is fantastic. If you want counseling I can arrange that. An a I will be your sponsor. So you must contact me at any hour you are feeling weak" he told her as he grabbed a small piece of paper and wrote his number down. He slid it through a small crack in the screen for her

"Please reach out to me
In a day or two so I can gather the appropriate counseling information. And if you need me sooner, please call. Any hour" he told her adamantly as she took the piece of paper. The smile on her face, and the light in her eyes had his own heart soaring!

 

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Lily took the offered paper with a smile. "Thank you, father! I really appreciate this!" Then, grinning, she left the confessional with a bounce to her step.

It wasn't long, of course, before the temptations started calling to her. She was in her apartment, working on an essay, when an errant thought flitted through her mind about the guy living across the hall. When she'd come home, the door of his apartment had been open, and he'd been lifting weights. She was pretty sure he was trying to show off for her, by the way he'd smiled, and she imagined those strong hands running over her body...

No. This was exactly the kind of thing she'd gone to confession for, just this morning! Normally, it was easy for her temptation to win out, for her to get her vibrator and get off nice and quick before returning to work, rationalizing that it was better than actually going to out and finding someone to fuck. But now, because she had to call Father Lance if she was feeling tempted, it gave her the strength to resist.

She managed to get through her work, and through cooking and eating dinner without giving in, though the thought kept coming back, and her pussy's throbbing kept getting more insistent with each passing fantasy... She was sitting on the couch, watching TV, but her mind wasn't on the show. It was on those strong hands, and what they would feel like, toying with her clit while his cock pumped in and out of her pussy... She caught her hands rubbing against the thin cotton of her pajama pants against her pussy twice without even realizing she'd started touching herself.

Finally, she decided it was too much, got out her cell phone, and dialed the number. "Father?" She winced at how husky and needy her voice was already. "I... It's Lily. From church today. I... I need your help. I've been having these fantasies all day, and I can't stop thinking about them, and now I'm so achingly aroused I don't know what to do."

 

[shizzz]

The rest of that day had been long he had had another hour in the confessional and after Lily there had only been 2 others, both of which were really looking for confirmation and assurance of their good standing in the faith

After that he had spent the rest of the cool fall day working the landscape, getting in a run, and an exuberant spout in the gym.

All of these things had been necessary because he had found himself curious on how to help, infatuated with aiding, and curse fly curious of her exploits

He kept having flash backs of her full red lips, her alabaster skin, and the generous sweater bound curves.

A little before 11 am he heard his phone ring

"Oh yes...ok...ok Lily, I have been thinking a lot about this. And I think we need to walk through this. Go through each step and rationalize it away. So tell me what were you doing or thinking when it first started" he asked and as she spoke of her neighbor he discussed how that was rather ride and lewd and he probably wasn't t a nice guy. But as her thoughts for more and more lewd he found himself lost. He needed to reset. Try and lose her in the details

"Alright lily. Just hold up. Take whatever you are thinking and describe every little bit to me. From what your wearing and why. To what he would wear and why"

He was feeling a little lost. But he thought I he could reset her and slow her down, he could get her steered right

 

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Lily got rather carried away when she began describing her fantasies. He asked her to stop, slow down, and start from the beginning, starting with what she was wearing.

She took a deep breath and sank back into the couch, closing her eyes.

"In my fantasy, I'd be wearing... not very much. Maybe just hanging around the house in my underwear. He'd come knock on the door, and I'd open it without putting anything more on and..." she paused to swallow a moan. "He'd really like what he sees, and he'd come inside. He'd probably just be wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Or maybe he'd be shirtless.

"He'd have some excuse for bothering me. Maybe he'd be here to ask to borrow some milk or something... and he'd follow me into the kitchen, watch me bend over to get the measuring cup out." She gasped - her fingers had started pressing down over her clothes pussy again without her realizing it. "He'd... he'd come in and grab my ass, and tell me I'm being a tease on purpose. He'd press his hips against my ass, and I'd be able to feel his great big, hard erection." She swallowed thickly, her hips moving slightly against the couch. Talking like this wasn't cooling her off at all, it was turning her on more!

 

[shizzz]

He was growing rigid at each breathy word she spoke. He had seen her the last few weeks, but nothing really close until today. And now he could imagine quite vividly what she would look like in just her underwear. And as sh spoke he was getting hot. And hard. He had to stop and restart her

"Wait. Your just wearing under wear? What kind? What size, what color?" He asked in a quick series, trying to reset himself as well. He had read somewhere that if you focus on the things and not the acts, the fantasy can become diffused that way.

But all the time he felt his own hand sliding to the swell in his jeans.

"Make sure you get all the details out. We have to really vet this fantasy and get it all out in the air" and secretly, and ashamedly, he was dying to hear more about her. Less about him. Maybe he could focus it that way. But that might not help him!

"I want to be able to picture it all. That way I know EXACTLY what your thinking. What your picturing in your head. What the devil is taunting you with" he told her as his one hand betrayed him.

 

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Lily bit her lip at his questions, imagining (or so she thought) that she heard the heat of arousal in his voice. How had she not noticed how hot his voice could be? Was it just because she was aroused that she thought so? Or had she really simply not noticed it before?

"Blue," she answered softly. "They're blue lace." That was true. She was sitting on her couch wearing blue lace panties and an old, too-small tanktop. Her pajama pants had been discarded on the floor. When had that happened? "They're, um, boy shorts," she explained, her fingers trailing along that temptingly exposed curve of flesh that that particular cut of panties always left visible.

"I'm also wearing a tanktop," she added, her voice getting slightly higher as her fingers started teasing at the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Don't touch, don't touch, no higher... she tried to tell herself, even as her fingers slipped closer to the aching, damp pussy lips barely hidden by her panties. "It's white, and a bit too small, so it stops above my belly button, and..." She stopped, gasping as her other hand came up to grasp her breast through the shirt, teasing her nipples through the thin cotton. "And you can see my nipples through the fabric..."

 

[shizzz]

His voice was thick and heavy

"See. You aren't wearing a bra like in your fantasy" he said. Then swallowed hard as he imagined the picture he had painte. The boy short panties and the tiny tank top! Holy shot that was hot. He really really wished that he could be there.

Then he shook his head. No he didn't!! This was very very difficult.

"You know. When I find myself getting worked up. I turn to physical exercise" he told her as he tried to change the subject.

"I try to sweat it out. Get my heart pumping and break a good sweat. Find something to do that's really hard and requires me to really get in there and pound it out. You know how sometimes you feel like you e got a limit. Then you plunge yourself into it again and again, no matter how hard or rough it is. Just do it till there is nothing left in you" he found himself rambling trying to talk about anything besides her fantasies, because she was becoming his fantasy

"Lily" he said in a voice that was thicker than just moments ago

"If your wearing so little would it help to put more clothes on? I mean I can't imagine that sitting in a tiny tank top and Lacey panties is very comfortable" he told her as his cock stiffens again at the thought of her

"A thin tiny tank top that can barely count as clothes" he said absentmindedly, "and Lacey panties that hardly cover a thing" he swallows again

"You need a stiff pair of jeans like me and a good cotton shirt

And he looked down, realizing that his jeans were undone and his hand was struggling to keep from fishing his one raging hard on free

"You need some barriers or distractions. All this talk isn't helping. Is it?"

 

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Lily was panting softly, her eyes fluttering shut as her fingers started gliding up and down her slit through her wet panties. She was trying to listen, trying to do as he said, but his talk of pumping and pounding was just making it worse. In her mind's eye, she couldn't see anything but a thick cock sliding into her juicy pussy...

Lily... For a moment, she imagined he was moaning her name as he fucked her. But then he continued, suggesting a change of clothes, and she gasped, realizing that she's started fantasizing about a preacher, for god's sake!

She considered it, but her body just refused to move. And given how aroused she was, she wasn't even sure she'd be able to make it to her room to change. Still, she had to try. Phone in one hand, she stood slowly, and carefully made her way to her bedroom, gasping at the way even just the thin lace of her panties teased at her swollen pussy lips. She couldn't stand it!

All this talk isn't helping. Is it?

"Oh no," she answered, her voice breathless and shamelessly lusty, "it's helping. It's helping a lot," she promised. Guilt nagged at her - it really wasn't, but god, his voice was so sexy, and she suspected that he had no idea his talk of stiffness was just turning her on more.

She got out a sweater and stripped off her shirt, her breasts bouncing free. She really had intended to put the sweater on, then find a pair of jeans, like he'd suggested but... instead, she found herself sitting on her bed, her fingers slipping down into her panties. She brushed a fingertip over her clit and moaned, then gasped as her finger slipped inside her to the second knuckle, toying teasingly close to her g-spot.

"F-father," she panted, swallowing hard. "It's too late. I'm.. I'm playing with myself."

 

[shizzz]

He felt a wave of relief as he heard her say that it was helping. He had been afraid he wasn't. He smiled as he heard her trying hard. Her panting was a sign of effort

Wasn't it?

He was wondering as she confessed again

"Oh Lily. You did so good. It's ok" he said, not wanting to make her feel guilty. He had failed her. It wasn't her fault

"I'm so very proud you called and how much you tried" he told her as the thought of what she must be doing made his own cock throb agiain. He was thankful for his jeans. And then he said it

"Tell me what you mean Lily. What are you doing? What are you thinking about? Confes to me" he said in an absolutely entirely selfish manner. But he thought it might do good to share. It might help him better next time. After all he had only gotten the barest glimpse of her fantasy earlier. What was she thinking about now. What was she wearing. What was she doing. How big we're her breasts. How wet was her pussy. How sweet did she taste. How slick and right was she....


He shook his head, derailing the thought train of debauchery. As his ears perked up to her husky reply. Had he said any of those things aloud?

 

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He... He wanted to know what she was doing? He wasn't disgusted or angry with her?!

The guilt of what she was doing had tightened up into a little ball in her stomach, but at his assurances that she'd done well, it loosened, and the disappeared entirely when he asked her to tell him what she was doing to herself. He wasn't giving up on her!

And, she had to admit, the thought of explaining to the father all the dirty things she was thinking and doing was more than a little arousing...

She moaned softly again. "I'm, ah, my finger is sliding inside me. All the way in... and all the way out. Oh god, it's so slow and teasing. I'm so wet, father, I've completely soaked my panties.... M-my thumb is, oh god, it's stroking my clit. I-I'm adding a second finger to my sweet little pussy, oh yes, it feels so good!"

 

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He listened, wholey intent on each breathy syllable. He could swear that he could hear it.

And he knew this was crossing a line. But if he was really going to help bye really needed to know.

"Are you on the sofa still. Did you change your clothes?" He asked trying to decide if she had any sort of place she did it, or orbit was where the mood took.

"Are you still thinking about your neighbor?" He asked in a voice that was so heavy with hunger. But he kept his hand free of his loins.

 

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Lily was chewing on her lip to keep herself from making enough noise that the neighbours might hear, so it was difficult for her to answer at first.

"I.... I'm in my room. I came in here to change, like you said, but I didn't get that far..." Her fingers were starting to pump harder, and she was giving a soft whimper or moan with every breath. "I... I took off my shirt because I was going to put on a sweater, but I just.. ah, I just ended up lying on my bed without a shirt."

She paused at his question about her neighbour. She wasn't thinking about him anymore. She was thinking about Father Lance, now, imagining his voice thick with lust as he drove his cock into her, over and over again. She couldn't tell him that, could she? "N-no, I'm not," she answered softly, unable to admit what she was really thinking about instead.

 

[shizzz]

His mind was trying not to picture her on her room, beautifully on display, a woman with wants and needs un met

"Lily if you are alone then you are safe. I am here to help. And to help I will try to understand. You just want it and that's ok. We will work on it" he told her as his loins ached

"And tell me. What would you want, what would you do to him. With him. Or have him do with you. Tell me Lily. Tell me what feels the best" he said as his voice almost cracked with hinger as he recalled the pouty lips and full curves of the young red head.

 

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"I want everything," she moaned softly, her body arching as she began to finger herself harder. "I want feel his mouth on my pussy. I want his tongue to tease my clit while his fingers pump in and out."

She was losing herself to the pleasure now. She forgot who she was speaking to, she forgot why she'd called originally. All she recognized now was a hot, male voice on the other end of the line, encouraging her lust. "I want you to spread my legs and push your hot cock inside me. I want you to pound me relentlessly, and I want you to make sweet, soft, gentle love to me. I want, oh god, I want you to bend me over and take me from behind. I want to drop to my knees in front of you and suck your cock until you cum in my mouth. I want to cum all over your cock while you fuck me!"

Her whole body jerked and she cried out, her fingers grinding wildly in her pussy. "Oh god, I'm cumming!" She gasped and moaned, her body sucking greedily on her fingers as she bucked with pleasure. "Oh fuck, father, yes!"

She came down a moment later, panting and gasping, and realized what she had done. She'd just played with herself to orgasm while on the phone with the priest who was trying to help her resist her temptation. Her eyes slid shut, and she sighed sadly. "I'm so sorry, I failed."

 

[shizzz]

It was the epitome of a trial of the flesh as he listened to her. She was the embodiment of everything he wanted. Everything he had denied himself to get where he was. And he was gonna save her

But then she stopped talking about 'him' and started talking about Lance

His cock ached and throbbed in a way he had never thought possible as he listens to her. Soon she we moaning and groaning as she came. He almost came just from listening to her

"No lily. This is good. We have made a big step. We did this together" he told her in a voice that was slowly loosing the list, his cock was
Slowly subsiding, but his heavy balls ached

"You have stepped forward and I am here to help. We just now know that we will be to be a little more aggressive
Next time" he told her with a smile in his voice as he wipes sweat from his brow

"I thank you for being brave enough to share your failings with me. That takes tremendous courage" he told her calmly and gently as he shifted in his chair, his body in a what was almost a form of withdrawal

 

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Lily couldn't understand how he was so completely forgiving. It was such a relief to realize that she hadn't completely lost all hope. "Thank you. Thank you for listening. For being here for me. I... Now you understand why this is so difficult for me." She sighed. "I have no doubt, I'll very likely be calling you again tomorrow."

She hung up and climbed out of bed, cleaned herself up, and then went to bed.

The following day was actually worse, largely because she couldn't stop thinking about how hot it was, playing with herself while Lance was on the phone. She'd never really thought of him in that way before, but now that she had, it was like opening the floodgates. He was really good-looking, he was kind, soft-spoken, and exactly her type. She barely managed to pay attention in class, so intent was her mind on fantasizing about him.

She realized with a cringe that she wasn't even going to make it home. Between two of her classes, she was already thinking about nipping off to the bathroom to masturbate and relieve some of the tension before her next class.

She didn't even go home after her last class. She was already flushed and breathing heavily with arousal, and she hadn't even tried to touch herself. No, instead, she went straight to the church, to see out father Lance.

Normally, she would never show up to the church in the sort of clothing she was wearing today - it was perfectly normal for a girl on a college campus to walk around in skin-tight yoga-pants and a t-shirt with a deep cut v-neck that showed off her ample cleavage, but it wasn't appropriate attire for a church. On the other hand, if she went home, she knew she was going to play with herself again. Clearly, she needed more help.

"Father Lance?"

 

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Lance's night was restless, to say the least. He had tried to go to bed after the phone call, but was unable to close his eyes without gaining a tremendous hard on. So he had been in the gym exercising until after 3 AM.

He had finally collapsed in almost sheer exhaustion. Luckily it was his day to tend the altar in the evening and he was able to sleep most of the day away.

He did finally wake, shower throw on his robes, then headed to the altar.

It hadn't been more than an hour when he heard a soft voice at the Door.

Lily slipped in, closing the door behind her, wearing a pair of black yoga pants that clung to her slender thighs and curving hips, the red v-neck shirt she wore made her hair and lips all the more evident. well except for the plunging neckline that put her cleavage on prominent display

"ahh Lilly, how are you?" He said as he turned and walked over to the door

"I hope all is well" should we go somewhere and talk?" he said as he stepped up beside her, getting a deep breath of her scent, admiring the way the light shimmered in her hair

"or would you rather go to the confessional again? It is whichever you are more comfortable with" he said as he slipped a hand to the small of her back and began to guide her towards the rear of the main room, both the confessional and a small office were back this way.

"Come speak with me"

 

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Now that she was looking at him, face to face, all of her courage went out of her. She wasn't sure if she could tell him about her fantasies while looking into the very face she was fantasizing about. "I think... I think the confessional might be best," she answered softly.

She stepped into the booth, waited for him to settle in, and then began, this time abandoning the usual preamble. "I don't know if I can do this, father. My temptations have only gotten worse after last night. I hasn't even been 24 hours and I'm so aroused I can barely even think straight." She looked down at herself, squirming in the awareness that her panties were already soaked and she hadn't so much as touched herself yet.

"I've been unable to think of much of anything but last night. It was... more pleasurable than usual," she admitted softly, blushing. "I think... I think I found the thought of you listening to me play with myself to be, um, intense..."

 

[shizzz]

he lead her to the confessional

"this is no easy path Lily, you must be patient with yourself" he said as he opened the door for her, then stepped into the next on, the two being parted by the partition

once in there his eyes fell to the alabaster bosom on display, her cleavage was soft and deep, her breasts so very full and round, and he could only picture her in the clothes that she had described last night.

He swallowed hard as he watched her seem to squirm in her seat

"Intense you say. well maybe that was because we tried to deny you for too long, then turned around and let you enjoy it. Maybe for now the small step we need is to make sure that you are not coupling with others. Maybe for now the small step is to be...dependent in these things" he told her as he leand closer to the partition, watching her squirm, his own arousal already exceptionally clear in the robes he wore

 

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Lily gasped, crossing her arms under her chest and inadvertently giving him an even better view of her breasts in doing so.

"I don't.. I don't understand. Are you saying I should play with myself?" she asked, squirming more, grinding her hips against the seat.

One of her hands slid easily down her body to cup her pussy over her pants and began to stroke gently. She didn't want to go further, not until she was certain of what he was saying.

 

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His eyes bulged as he watched her tits swell out of the low cut top

"we need to explore a way to help you. This is not something we can get right in one go overnight Lily" he told her leaning closer to the screen

"So yes, if you are comfortable, i want you to tell me about your fantasy again, or your fantasy today. I want you to relieve that stress, here with me, where it is safe" he said as he shifted in his seat, watching her had slid down to her thighs. He licked his lips watching her shift in her seat

He was already near to bursting, and he found himself wishing he had worn jeans under the robes rather than gym shorts. His eyes slid over her body, hungrier and hungrier to see more of her alabaster skin