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Father Patrick was well known for his devotion to God. He remained faithful to his vows, never drifting from the righteous path nor indulging in temptation. Until, that is, he encountered a new congregant at his church. For the first time in his life, he found himself consumed with lust, nothing he'd ever experienced before. This woman was special—slim, with beautiful blonde hair cascading past her waist, her teeth pure and straight, her skin sun-kissed, and eyes the color of a cloudless sky. She always appeared at Sunday service wearing pretty sundresses, her makeup natural but enhancing her already stunning features. When he visualized her body naked and sprawled on a bed, he found himself masturbating for the first time in a decade.
Father Patrick, nearly 35, was no longer as athletic or youthful as he once was. His body had softened with age and a receding hairline, but he thought none of that mattered because he was a God-fearing man. He didn't think Maddison, the captivating girl in his church, noticed him. Occasionally he'd catch a glimpse of her protruding nipples through her flimsy sundresses, making him turn the air conditioning up high every Sunday.
Six months later, Maddison caught up with him. Despite her small stature, barely reaching his nose, she reached out a hand.
"Father Patrick," she said, grinning as he took her hand. "It's so nice to finally meet you. My name is Maddison Jacobs. I've been coming to your Sunday services for a few months now, and I'm really enjoying them," she told him.
He squeezed her hand, then stood and met the next parishioner. He stole a glance at her backside before greeting them.
Two weeks later, during a confession, Maddison finally spoke with him. A lengthy line of people awaited their opportunity in the confession booth. Father Patrick was well past bored and wished he didn't have to go through with this routine. Only the mundane confessions of road rage and being mean to service workers passed through his ears. He slid open the door of the booth when his last patron departed.
"Forgive me father for I have sinned," said Maddison's voice. "It's been two years since my last confession."
"May the Lord walk with you in your heart; confess your sins with a sorrowful mind, child," he responded.
"I'm terrified," she admitted. "My life is chaotic, and I'm afraid."
"There is no need to fear," he assured her. "Share the contents of your heart with me."
"I've had lustful thoughts about a man that I cannot have. I've seen him look at me. And I can't resist in private moments, I've been unable to stop myself from touching myself."
He held in a groan at the thought of her indulging in her fantasies of him.
"Offer five Hail Mary's as your penance," was his response.
"Thank you, father," she murmured.
Maddison appeared more apprehensive afterward. She rarely met his gaze, and she moved from the front of the church to the back. But she still wore those sun dresses, fueling Father Patrick's fire. Every night, he laid in bed, daydreaming of the way she might be touching herself in her bedroom just for him. Weeks later, she returned to share a handshake with him. He rolled her name around his tongue.
"May the Lord be with you," he murmured to her as their hands connected.
"Also alongside you," she responded as she pulled her hand away, leaving something in his palm. He stashed the paper into his pocket before anyone observed and proceeded to greet the people of his congregation.
Later, inside his office, he extracted the scrap of paper with anxious hands, unraveling it carefully and reading the adorable handwriting written on a torn part of the weekly church pamphlet.
It only said: "I have something to admit." His heart thumped, was that it? She wanted him, she wished to think about him. And was that all she was writing? After pondering for a moment, he thought it must mean that she was returning for another admission. He got dressed and returned to the sanctuary, where a lady waited in line for confession - Maddison was at the end. Maddison met his gaze and smiled.
An hour later, the confessional door swung open and shut. He opened the screen and listened.
"I confess, Father, that I have sinned. It's been three weeks since my prior confession," she announced.
"May the Lord remain in your heart and share your sins with true contrition," he uttered, his heart racing. "What troubles your soul, child?" There was a lengthy silence.
"I've been quite naughty," she whispered softly. "I'm still aroused by the man I'm forbidden to have."
He was paralyzed, his brow glistened with a film of sweat.
"No?" he responded. He noticed her shape adjust to get down on her knees in front of him, her face facing through the hole they spoke through. Her lips were red and glistening, slightly parted.
"No," she verified. "And I still long for him." Father Patrick's body stood stiff, then he knew exactly what she intended. He raised his robes and unzipped his pants.
His cock measured six and a half inches. He stood strong for her attention, and then carefully guided his cock through the opening, just above her immaculate lips. When he saw her form kneeling in front of him, her mouth just above the little window through which they spoke, he was puzzled he couldn't see more of her. She exhaled shakily, her gentle hand grasping him before her lips touched the tip of his cock. Her red, glossy lips engulfed the head of his cock, eliciting a primal groan. He heart pounded. She slid it in and out of her mouth like a passionate paste receiver.
"Forgive me, Father," he muttered. And after two minutes of her fiery mouth working alongside him, he could no longer contain himself and exploded into her mouth, thrusting as deep as he could. She gulped him down and covered him clean. He withdrew his cock and hid it away.
"Fast for three days," he said in a trembling voice and left the box, disappearing into his office. He was a bundle of guilt from having broken his vows, but he was also unable to stop fantasizing about Maddison's mouth. He was utterly corrupted. He prayed tirelessly, he pleaded for a sign from God telling him what action to take. When he entered his office on Friday to craft his Sunday sermon, he was surprised to find a flawless envelope on his desk with her handwriting. He rushed to grab it and opened it hastily. The front was a watercolor cross combined with doves and on the inside, she'd composed a lengthy note.
Father Patrick,
I've fasted for three days as you'd advised, and I sense the holy spirit cleansing me of my transgressions. Yet, I still taste you on my tongue. I understand what we've done was wrong, but you haven't crossed my thoughts or my prayers for some time. It's as if God told me you belong to me, my body belongs to you. I want you to take my virginity. From the moment I first saw you, I realized you were meant to be my first lover; it was almost like I was destined to give myself to you. It would be as if being blessed by God himself. And bearing your child would be as if carrying God's baby. If you might want the same, please call me so we can get to know each other better prior to your next sermon.
Blessings,
Maddison Jacobs
Church services always took a while on Sundays, especially when anticipating seeing Maddison. Her dress was flawless - white cotton, short and sleeveless - perfect for the heat and church. Maddison was nowhere to be seen during confession, but upon exiting the booth she spotted her on the front row, legs crossed demurely as she awaited him. A predetermined hesitation paralyzed him; he'd wanted to call her but never could. She met his gaze with angelic blue eyes, rosy cheeks and glossy lips. She embodied the essence of a young, pure individual.
Clasping his hands together, he drifted toward her. "I'm sorry I didn't call," he confessed after ensuring a private space was safe. "I was swamped this weekend." She nodded knowingly before the silence that lay between them tightened.
"Knowing your age would've been helpful," he said.
"Nineteen," she stated. Then, before he could probe any further, she unraveled the straps of her dress, letting it slump to her waist, exposing her flawless figure. Her hair was tousled, making him yearn to see more. Hands frantically tackling every visible inch, making a hurried mental catalog of her body. "I'd like to shield your innocence. Allow God to shower you with His love and bar entry to others." Her uneven breath betrayed both nervousness and anticipation. Slowly, she swayed her hips, discarding her dress, leaving her agile body unblemished save for the sandals on the pew before them. He held his silence.
"May God's blessings be upon you." He whispered, keen to touch her. "Cover you with pleasure and love. With each stroke of my hips." He imposed distance to tease her further. Her stunning breasts beckoned, causing his tongue to wag. Tackling her delicate neck with a kiss, her eyes fluttered moments before his lips painstakingly traced her collarbone. Unraveling his own clothing, Maddison stood, trembling with excitement.
"May God grant you the courage to receive my offer." He began moving closer, addressing her body parts. First her breasts; longing to linger, eyes tearing away as she arched her back, her heart beating a swift countdown before manually undressing her. She slid her dress off, and offered her well-trodden shoes as evidence of her undress. Her nudity was timely. He knelt.
"May God forgive your mistakes, bless your purity. Starvation can be replaced by me, your past can be annihilated," he whispered, lingering on her taste, letting his fingers boys on her breath, gorging his eyes on her folds. Her cooing breathed tenderness and morphed into a deep moan.
"Dear God, watch over your worshippers - I anoint your name. May everything be your will, your reign ultimate." A Chrisian ritual mirroring the rhythm of his tongue. She nodded before his lips drifted to her clit. "Keep feeding us." Instruction, command, and mutual satisfaction lived in harmony.
"And we forgive those who deceive us. Neither lust nor evil should touch us. Sustain us daily." Her body clenched, yearning for him. His oh-so-personal draw was approaching. "Forgive us of ours," she muttered, before barreling toward the apex of climax.
"The kingdom too, with your guidance. Fulfill us for we fulfill." His body responded willingly to her yearning. "Daily bread to our tresspasses." Maddison's mouth agape in joy. "Provide in our lives." His effective skill directing her response.
"As my kingdom, lead us," he panted, "not into temptation but rescue us of all negativity."
Excited, she continued, "from the evil."
In liquid form, her breath clung to the sacred chancel as longing and anticipation pulsated within her. Relieved, he at last reached her crevice.
"Heavenly Father, be merciful. Forgive our errors." He explored her depths tenderly. "As we forgive the wrongs others cause ourselves." Her ecstatic shutter mused, and came.
"Amen," he proclaimed. He moved back to face her, unveiling his erection. "As grand as you look, dear," he quipped, climbing atop her. Her lips parted slightly as she took in his magnificence. "I want to lull into pure bliss." Amusement escaped his lips while he entered her. Her body exploded in euphoria. He clamped her hands around him, the union blending their youthful dreams. There existed a meaningful understanding of pleasure. "Feel the comfort." He slipped in and out, their moans and shivers echoing throughout the empty church. He resisted, delaying their inevitable mind-blowing end. "Not giving up until the moment arrives, neither will I trespass against you." As these final words meandered from her lips, his own grips tighter from the forward momentum, until voices melded in an electrifying build up.
"Now no more wrongful thoughts. Amen."
"Yes, sir," she replied and cautiously stood up. She spun around, placing her knees on the pew's seat and leaning her arms on the backrest. Her bottom was almost as incredible as her breasts, round and lush but not too huge. He used his knee to spread her legs wider, her vagina glistening in the late afternoon sunlight.
"I haven't had sex in a long time," he voiced as he rubbed the head of his penis against her opening. "I might not be able to go very slowly, dear."
"Yes, sir," she repeated, her breathing still a bit unsteady.
"Recite another prayer," he said and pushed her head down so her bottom protruded more, providing him with better access. She was even waxed back there, every surface as smooth and soft as the day she was born. He spread her cheeks apart, admiring her anus. He'd never done anal before, and he wondered if he could persuade her to do it as well. Maybe later. He imagined he might be able to get her to do many things; in the name of God.
"God, grant me the serenity," she initiated and he pushed the tip of his penis into her, she tensed. He grabbed her hips and she relaxed somewhat, "To accept the things I cannot change." He delved deeper into her tight, moist entrance, and she let out a tiny moan. "Grant me courage," she continued, "To change the things that I can. And wisdom to know the difference." He gripped her hips again and thrust vigorously, breaking her hymen, and thrusting his penis deeply inside of her. She let out a whimper of pain, but he disregarded her.
"Keep praying, child," he said as he withdrew from her.
"E-enjoying one day at a time," she said and he thrust back into her, making her cry out again. "Enjoy each moment at a time. Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace-Ah!" He began a smooth rhythm in and out of her, her virgin pussy clenching and unclenching around his penis. He tilted his head back in delight and ecstasy. "Taking, as Jesus did, this sinful world as it is, and not as I would have it." He picked up the pace, letting out moans of pleasure.
"Keep going," he urged and removed his penis from her to take off his pants at his ankles. He plunged back into her, making her cry out once more.
"Keep going!" Father Patrick demanded.
"Trusting that he will make all things right if I surrender to his will!" she was screaming each prayer line now. He reached out and seized a handful of her hair, pulling it back. "Oh oh oh!" she whined.
"Keep going!" Father Patrick instructed.
"That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him!" She cried out the line, her body trembling underneath him. "Forever and the next!"
"Amen!" Father Patrick groaned out and thrust faster and harder, his hips slapping against her bottom echoing through the chapel.
"Amen!" she echoed. "Oh, Father! I-I-I think I-" She threw her head back again as she clenched around his penis, pushing him into an orgasm of his own, the two achieving union together in divine bliss. He slowed to a stop and Maddison collapsed onto the pew, blood and his semen dripping down her thighs. Father Patrick pulled his pants back up and tightened his belt before he took hold of her arm.
"Kneel before me, child," he instructed, the girl promptly obliged, sliding to the floor and gazed up at him. He descended on one knee, his hand dipping between her legs and slid two fingers into her dripping vagina, blood, semen, and her own juices came back thick on his fingers. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I bless you and this consummation as a gift of God." He used one finger to draw a cross on her forehead before pushing both fingers into her mouth. "Drink our water so that it might bless you in your journey to bear children." She eagerly sucked on his fingers. "Drink our waters so that you will always obey the Lord and his word." She grasped his wrist, meeting his gaze she swirled her tongue around his fingers before he withdrew them.
"Thank you, sir," she said and bowed her head. He stood and lifted her to her feet where he placed a kiss on the top of her head.
"Farewell, my child, I will see you next Sunday," he said and proceeded to his office, leaving her naked and wet in the sanctuary.
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