The Sin of Lust

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

Father Jeremiah looked up from his paperwork to see Sarah standing in the doorway of his office. He cocked a brow at her, then returned to writing his next sermon. "I'm sorry, I can't help you," he said, without looking back up, "if you need to make a confession, Father Peter is in the confessional now."

She shifted uneasily. "No, Father, I cannot tell anybody but you."

He stopped again, looking back up at her. He suddenly realized he never really seen her before. Sure, he knows who she is; as principle of the school, it was his job to know who all the girls were, at least by name. Sarah O'Conner...senior, been here two years, that sort of thing. But he's never really interacted with her. She was gorgeous; wavy red hair just tumbling down, grazing at her small hips. Her small...barely a handful...breast were raised beneath her uniform shirt by a push-up bra--a purple one at that, burning right through the white shirt. Her wild brown eyes stared him down and her full lips raised in a nervous smile at the pregnant silence. Father Jeremiah was jolted as he felt his member twitch awake.

"Uh...uh...yes, Sarah, please...um...have a seat." He squirmed behind his desk, his hollow cheek flaming with the shame of his lust. Though, he oddly thought, do I truly feel ashamed, or am I feeling some sort of obligation shame?

Sarah's smile turned genuine as she walked into the room. She dropped her backpack beside the chair and flopped into it, crossing her long legs and placing her small hands into her lap. "Thank you, Father. I'm sorry if I'm inconveniencing you, but this is rather important."

"No, no, not at all." He coughed roughly, feeling his cock harden and rise beneath his robes. It's been so long since he had an erection, he was horrified at the thought that he couldn't control it. "So, what is troubling you?"

She looked down. "I've been having lustful thoughts...about you, sir."

Father Jeremiah jerked upright, clearing his throat even harder this time.

She took this as a noise for attention and looked back up at him, directly into his blue eyes, searching. "I daydream about you, Father, when you're preaching. I dream about taking your cock into my mouth, licking it, sucking it, caressing it. I dream of you being inside of me, sodomizing me...I know that's really bad, but I love a good cock buried in my ass! I imagine it's a large penis, Father. Am I correct?"

"Oh my...um, you must..." He lost his voice for a moment, sweat beading down his forehead and precum leaking from his cock. "You must banish such thoughts from your mind."

"I'd rather just confess about it every week." Sarah licked her lips slowly, his eyes following her pink tongue. She knew she had him in her grasp. "May I have my penance?"

The priest picked up his glass of water swallowed hastily, choking on it as it went down violently. "Five Hail Marys, and a special prayer for me."

Sarah's smile grew as she said softly "Oh, Father, but I always give a special prayer for you." And to his amazement, she got down on her knees right there and began to pray.

That's when Father Jeremiah lost it; his strong beliefs in chastity, in the holiness of his own body. He stood up slowly, walking around the desk towards the door and stuck his head out. He could see Father Peter on the other side of the church, packing up for the day. Jeremiah quickly and quietly closed the door and locked it. He walked over to stand in front of Sarah and looked down at her, her eyes squeezed shut as she slowly, lazily prayed. He rearranged his robes, pulling his throbbing cock out; she was right, it was huge. A good 10-inches and as thick as a cucumber. He stroked it once, then tapped it lightly against Sarah's lips.

Her eyes flew open, only to have a massive erection in her face. She glanced up at the priest and grinned wickedly. "My, my, Father. Such a cock should not be wasted on God." Then she got to work.

As soon as her mouth engulfed his penis, he let out a gruff sigh and thrust his hips forward. He watched as she worked on him, bobbing her head up and down, slurping noisily and sucking hard. She cupped and squeezed his balls, even had a finger gently stroking his anus. It didn't take long for him to explode, unleashing years worth of cum deep into her throat. She stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, giggling. "Done already, Father?"

He laughed. "No fucking way." He grabbed her arms and roughly spun her around, lifted her up, and planted her ass on top of his desk. He jerked her skirt up and yanked her panties down, then watched in amazement as a 4-inch thin cock popped up.

Nothing was said. He was still as she was trembling in fear, and anticipation. Then, without a second thought, Father Jeremiah licked the length of her cock, tasting it, savoring it.

She sighed so softly, in relief and pleasure. "Oh, Father...yes!"

He took her deep into his mouth, his lips grazing her peachie trimmed pubes. He slid her girl-penis in and out of his mouth. She racked her fingers through his black hair and grasped it, pulling herself out of his mouth with a soft pop. "I don't want to cum yet. I want you to fuck me."

The priest pulled back so she could roll over, baring her tight ass to him. She spread her butt cheeks, exposing her pink rosebud to him. He watched in amazement as it puckered in anticipation. He pressed his face into her crack, inhaling deeply. Hesitantly, he tasted her. She gasped in pleasure, pressing her ass back at him in encouragement. He circled his tongue, feeling every crease of her anus, stabbing the hole hard and deep, wriggling. He grabbed her ass and squeezed roughly as he rimmed her, swirling his tongue, exploring. She squirmed and squealed.

Finally, his cock was back to attention, and all the more eager. "I want you to ride me."

"Yes, Father."

Father Jeremiah removed his robe and pants, revealing his surprisingly muscular body. Pride was always his number one sin. He laid on the floor as Sarah straddled him, his cock teasingly caressing her saliva soaked ass. She rolled her hips and moaned as his head popped in. Impatient, Father Jeremiah grabbed her hips and rocked them roughly until she loosened up just enough for him to sink his cock balls-deep into her ass. He could feel everything in her tight hot rectum. He was suddenly aware of every throbbing vein in his cock. Then he wasn't aware of anything else other than her ass as she began to bounce on him, rolling her hips in order to milk him.

"Masturbate me, Father! I want to cum with you!" He instantly wrapped his hand around her cock and pounded in, flicking his wrist with forgotten skill.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, I'm cumming!" She jerked her head back, arched her spine and screamed as she let out semen all over Father Jeremiah's stomach and chest. Her orgasm ripped through her body so violently, her rectum squeezed his cock until he exploded deep into her. His roar echoed through the church.

They remained frozen together, her cock going limp against his abdomen, his slowly slipping out of her cum soaked ass. Finally, she stood up, tucked her cock and balls between her legs put her panties back on and picked up her backpack.

"Thanks, Father. Now I have to go clean up before I get home. But don't worry..." she winked at him, "I think I'm going to confessional again very soon."

And she left him lying there, bewildered and satisfied.