In the dimly lit confession booth, Father Thomas could hear the soft whispers of a female voice on the other side. He cleared his throat and spoke in a solemn tone, “Bless me, father, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession.”
The woman hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice soft and sultry, “Father, I have committed a sin of the flesh. I have lusted after a man who is not my husband.”
Father Thomas furrowed his brow, trying to maintain his composure. “Go on, my child,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
The woman continued, “I met him at the church fish fry. He was so kind and funny, and he had the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. I couldn’t help but be drawn to him.”
Father Thomas shifted in his seat, feeling a stirring in his loins. He tried to focus on the woman’s words, but the image of her, naked and wanton, was already forming in his mind.
“I invited him to my home, under the pretense of needing help with some chores. But once he was there, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I threw myself at him, and we made love right there on the kitchen floor.”
Father Thomas couldn’t help himself any longer. He reached down and adjusted his growing erection, trying to hide his arousal.
“My child,” he said, trying to sound stern. “You must repent for your sins. But first, you must describe your body to me, so that I may fully understand the nature of your temptation.”
The woman hesitated for a moment before speaking, “I am a small-breasted woman, Father. My breasts are barely a handful, with pale pink nipples that harden at the slightest touch. I have long blonde hair that cascades down my back, and I was wearing a fishnet bodysuit when I met him.”
Father Thomas closed his eyes, imagining the woman’s body, naked and exposed. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, and he knew he had to have her.
“My child,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “I want you to come to the rectory after dark. I will be waiting for you, and we will finish what you have started.”
The woman agreed, and Father Thomas could hear the excitement in her voice. He waited impatiently for the sun to set, his mind filled with thoughts of the woman’s body.
When she arrived, he was ready for her. He led her to his bedroom, and they undressed each other slowly, their hands exploring each other’s bodies.
Father Thomas couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. Her small breasts were perfect, with hard pink nipples that begged to be sucked. He ran his hands over her smooth skin, feeling her tremble under his touch.
They fell onto the bed, their bodies entwined. Father Thomas kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch.
He trailed his kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and licking her collarbone. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest.
Father Thomas made his way down to her breasts, taking one hard nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. She gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.
He moved his hand down to her wet pussy, feeling her slick folds. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against his hand.
Father Thomas slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls close around him. She was so wet, so ready for him.
He added a second finger, stretching her open. She moaned louder, her body writhing beneath him.
Father Thomas couldn’t take it any longer. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need.
“Yes, Father,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire.
He thrust into her, feeling her tight walls close around him. She gasped, her body tensing with pleasure.
Father Thomas began to fuck her, hard and fast. She met his thrusts, her hips grinding against his.
He could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing inside her. She moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
Father Thomas felt his release, his cock pulsing inside her. She cried out, her body trembling with her own orgasm.
They lay there, spent and satisfied. Father Thomas knew he had sinned, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.
The woman got dressed and left, leaving Father Thomas alone with his thoughts. He knew he would have to confess his own sins, but for now, he was content in the knowledge that he had experienced true pleasure.
And he knew that he would do it again, as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
