by T West
“Erm…” Janey said. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”
That was the line, wasn’t it?
“It has been…” She hesitated. “Well, I’ve never actually done this before.” She said sheepishly.
“Go ahead.” The priest said. “Take your time.”
“To be honest father, I’m not particularly religious. I mean, I was baptized and stuff, and I used to go to midnight mass with my parents when I was a kid, but I wouldn’t say I’m a devout Catholic.” She explained hurriedly. “I hope that’s… okay.”
The father cleared his throat. “Confession is for everyone.” He explained.
“Yeah.” Janey said. “I heard that somewhere. It’s like, therapeutic, to confess or whatever. I mean, it’s like, if you can admit something to yourself then great, but admitting it to a total stranger is another big step, and therefore you can take steps towards making it better. Right?”
The priest sat in stoic silence.
“I mean, I’m not a murderer or anything, and I really don’t believe all of the ‘everyone has fallen short of the grace of God’ stuff,” she rambled. “It’s like God wants us all to be self-defeating. Not everyone is a sinner, what about a new born baby? What have they done that’s so bad? And surely there are people, y’know, like volunteer workers in Africa or wherever, who’ve done so much good that their sins are balanced out many times over.”
The priest remained silent for a moment, before clearing his throat once more.
“You came to confession for a reason. The issues about which you’re talking are a convenient distraction from addressing the real issues that are affecting you. We all do it, throughout life we compare ourselves to others as a yardstick of the perceived successes or failures we’ve made. When we perceive a person as being more successful, we feel as though we cannot achieve. When we perceive them as being less successful, we demonize them, but it is only because we recognize those same flaws in ourselves.”
Janey nodded, despite the fact that she knew the priest wouldn’t be able to see her doing so.
“If you do not believe in God, or anything bigger than yourself, then surely you believe yourself, and others around you, to be at the apex of existence, through the grace of sentience alone.”
She looked up at the lattice. “Senti... what?”
“Sentience. We think, and we feel. If you believe that you and I are at the pinnacle of sentience through our thoughts and feelings, then confessing will allow you to address your own flaws, and work towards achieving your true potential. This will not only improve your own life, but will allow you to improve the lives of the other thinking and feeling beings with which you share this existence.”
She was surprised by the priest’s words. She hadn’t been expecting this depth of conversation from him. What surprised her even more however, was that his words truly struck a chord with her.
“Okay…” she said, taking a breath. “I’m currently enrolled at University, but I’m finding the course difficult. It’s not what I expected. I’ve begun to pick holes in it, y’know, to discredit the course itself, but I think the reality is that I don’t feel I want to learn it, because I’m worried I might fail. If I fail now, I can say that I never wanted to learn the material, that it’s all bullshit.”
She clapped a hand over her mouth at this obscenity, awaiting a scolding from the priest. When the priest said nothing, she continued.
“If I want to succeed, and I still fail, then I will feel like a true failure. At least this way, I can say I never tried, as stupid as that sounds.” She said apathetically. “I’ve been spending a lot of my student loan money on cannabis and alcohol, and I’m finding myself slipping into a routine, a pattern of laziness and inertia. I smoke weed and play video games, or I get drunk. I can’t study when I’m drunk, and I can’t study the next day, because I’m hungover. I think that it wouldn’t matter if I did study in those states, because I wouldn’t take anything in anyway. In the end, I never have any time to focus on anything. I’m too busy doing nothing.”
The priest’s shadow nodded from behind the lattice. “At this point, it does not matter how you fail, or even if you don’t. You already feel like a failure, which is why you came here today to confess your sins, to confess your own perceived failures.” The priest explained.
Janey wondered if she might be asked to recite Hail Marys. Not that she knew what that meant.
“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself for failing. You shouldn’t be too proud when you achieve. Much of what makes us succeed and fail is down to luck, the rest we can control ourselves. I know you’re not religious, and so a pardon from God may not mean much to you. What you need to do is pardon yourself. You need to allow yourself to fail, having tried your best to succeed, and know that this does not make you a failure. Stop living for the distractions, and start working towards what you truly want. If you fail, do not feel bad, you will have equipped yourself with the ability to fail. Start again and do better, a skill that will help you in all aspects of your life. But first, you need to forgive yourself.”
Janey listened to the priest in dumbstruck awe.
“Am I forgiven?” She asked, looking up at the shadow on the wooden lattice.
“You are forgiven.” The priest replied.
Janey’s eyes widened as suddenly the shadow before her changed. She heard a rummaging and a ruffling. And, to her amazement, after about ten seconds a large flaccid penis dangled through the small hole in the thin wall that separated them.
“What the fuck?” Murmured Janey.
“Girl, this’ll be the perfect opportunity to right all your wrongs,” said the priest encouragingly. “It’s what the good lord wants.”
So, Janey reached out and started to caress the flaccid member, stroking it up and down rhythmically. It responded by starting to grow in length. It stood to attention at an erect 10 inches. It was circumcised and seemed to enjoy Janey’s soft caress.
“Oh my God, you’re rather a big boy,” she said.
She continued to masturbate it, grasping it firmly and rubbing her hand up and down its length. It stood to attention, throbbing and stiff. She couldn’t resist dropping to her knees to feel it against her face. She instinctively let it nudge against her cheeks and slap across her lips as she opened her eager mouth. She sucked away, letting the big shiny head enter her warm mouth as she extracted the first drop of pre-cum.
Seeing that it was attached to a big pair of balls, she gently squeezed and fondled them. Pre-cum oozed out onto the cold floor beneath.
“God, I hope someone doesn’t walk in,” Janey said.
“Don’t worry,” said the priest. “God has got that one covered.”
The priest was enjoying himself, as he was now totally throbbing, sticking straight into Janey’s side of the box like an iron pole. She crouched down, and furiously worked it with both her hands, twisting her palms to get a grip on the wide girth. She could see the afternoon light leaking through the gap in the curtain and bouncing off the shiny cock head as she massaged it.
“Go ahead, girl. I give you permission to give it another suck.” The priest said. Plucky Janey did as the big man suggested, getting her lips on the head and having the time of her life. She rocked her head back and forth, and as she sucked heatedly, she could hear satisfied moans coming from the other side.
The moans became more intense, deepening and getting louder. Unexpectedly, the priest shot his load, right into Janey’s mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could as the massive wad continued spurting, the hot creamy cum blasting her, aimed straight at her face.
She opened wide and swallowed as much of the cum as she could. She gulped quickly, attempting to consume it all but a lot of it dripped down, decorating her jeaned thighs.
She got up, slightly embarrassed. “Ok... I’m going to leave, I think. I’ve definitely undone some wrongs today.”
But just as she was about to leave, she heard a commotion behind her. Turning r
ound, she saw that the huge cock was stiff again, as if by some sort of miracle, protruding through the hole in the wall.
“Jesus Christ,” exclaimed Janey. “Already?”
The thing was indeed stiff, thick and ready for more action as it sinisterly swayed from left to right.
“Hmmm… well, I can’t leave you like this. Time for round two,” said Janey, strolling back over to the wall. Dropping to her knees, she opened her mouth and hungrily started to suck on the big bell. She steadied it with her hand and sucked on the side of it, as she struggled to keep her lips around the ridiculously wide girth. She stroked her hand up and down the length, feeling every ridge on the shaft as she began to work it into her open mouth.
“Oooooh yeah,” the priest said, as she struggled with her mouthful, almost gagging.
Janey got to work. She sucked on the head firmly, as both her hands massaged the shaft. Crouching down, she knew she could do with having a helping hand of her own, so she unbuttoned, reached inside and rubbed herself through her panties. She was single at the moment, having split with her boyfriend a month previously.
Janey couldn’t believe this was actually happening, especially given the unusual circumstances. As she continued to suck and stroke enthusiastically, her other hand worked her pussy.
The priest made more muffled noises of encouragement as the young woman wrestled with the straining beast, her hand working overtime as she stroked the several inches of shaft that wouldn’t fit in her mouth. Pre-cum was trickling onto her tongue in steady streams, and as she began to feel it twitch she knew that the big man on the other side was getting close. Again.
Sensing that he was about to shoot, Janey took her mouth off the big rod and ducked low, allowing the throbber to ejaculate. The priest shot the first blast of his spunk in a pretty ribbon, which arced in the air like a white rainbow. It soared over her ducking head, blasting the back of the confessional box. Much of it dripped down, further decorating the already slightly messy floor.
Janey looked up and saw the huge piece throb, and knew that the big man had more to give, whilst loud gasping and panting was clear through the wall. Grabbing hold of the cock, she jacked it speedily up and down, her palm rubbing the big shiny head as the cum dripped. A deep animal-like moan came from the other side. The priest shot another ridiculously huge blast, as Janey opened her mouth and consumed all of it with only one small drop escaping and running down her chin. She gulped speedily as the enormous organ continued pumping like a garden hose, shooting thick cream down her throat.
Janey took one last big gulp.
Her face was covered in spunk. She outstretched her tongue and spun it round and round like a Merry-Go-Round, lapping up most of the jizz.
She stood up and buttoned up, took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped down her face and neck. “Ok, now I really need to get going. I need to study and stuff. Remember?”
Just as she was cleaned up and ready to leave, she heard more rummaging behind her. “Seriously? Wow.”
She turned around, and to her absolute astonishment there was the cock again, this time looking bigger than ever as it stuck out like a demonic creature. It poked through the wall at an amazing angle and cast a sinister shadow on the floor which crept all the way to Janey’s sneakers.
“Bloody hell...”
“Time to get to work.” Said the priest.
Janey knew what needed to be done. She was becoming pretty deft at this. She got on her knees and started to jack and suck. She crouched down and put both of her hands on the shaft. It was now super slick and of course long enough so that both her hands could masturbate the impressive organ at the same time. She took one hand off, reached down and started to play with her pussy again, her arousal reaching incredible new heights.
Janey felt herself getting very moist, as her hand slipped further into her white panties to play with her tight snatch. Her fingers delved inside, as her mouth struggled to get around the ridiculously big dick.
She took her lips off the cock, stood up, turned around and dropped her jeans and panties to the floor. She bent over and mentally tried to prepare herself. The priest waited patiently, aiming himself straight towards her pert buttocks. She backed her ass up, tracing the head up and down the length of her ass crack. The priest moved his hips forward slightly as Janey lined the beast up with her awaiting pussy, her love juice lubricating the already gleaming tip. She pushed her hips backwards as the priest thrust forwards.
A deep groan from behind the wall echoed, as Janey allowed herself to be speared by the angry snake. It got in about an inch, just the head, before she let out a scream so loud that she even surprised herself.
“Girl, try to keep it down,” said the priest wisely.
Biting her bottom lip, she backed up even further, allowing a further couple of inches in.
“Holy fuck,” said Janey, holding onto her ass cheeks and trying to relax as the enormous schlong drilled into her.
“Good girl. Keep going, keep going,” said the priest. “There’s only a few inches to go.”
Janey couldn’t help but let out a high-pitched squeal as she pushed her ass back as far as she could, right up against the wall, fully allowing the huge pole to slide all the way inside her. Her pussy clamped down upon the wide girth with vice-like force as she began to rhythmically rock her hips back and forth, pounding herself off the throbbing dong.
She steadied herself, her hand reaching down and rubbing her clit, hurriedly working herself as she slid back and forth, spearing herself on the huge dick. She collected some of her own juices on her fingertips before raising them to her mouth. Lost in lust, she opened her mouth and expertly lapped up her own sweet tasting juice, enjoying her own taste in her euphoric frenzy.
The priest reached through the hatch in the wall, grabbed hold of Janey’s soft hair and pulled it back hard as the big monster cock began to move as if it had a mind of its own, shafting her good and hard from behind. It pounded in and out of her as the unseen man on the other side bucked his hips wildly, Janey listening to the audible smack of the heavy balls banging against the wall.
She couldn’t take it anymore. The naughty priest was lifting her to heights she never thought possible and as she worked herself, her climax hit her. Janey squirted backwards around the girth and all over the wall behind her, inadvertently mixing with the priest’s pre-cum from earlier, the combined concoction running down the wall in a sticky cascade of sex-piss.
“Cum for me father,” Janey said, gasping while still getting slammed good and hard. She wanted the big man to experience another glorious climax, this time deep inside her.
She felt it pulsate deep within her body. As the big balls bounced against the wall with one last ominous smack, the big man shot a ridiculous amount of semen, right up into Janey’s young body. She could feel it pumping along the shaft, laminating her insides and slowly beginning its journey up to her womb. The huge member seemed fully satisfied and slid out of her. She gave it a playful but hard slap, making it bang off the wall, before it withdrew back into the other side of the confessional box.
“So... you’re sure I’m forgiven?” Janey asked, looking up at the shadow on the wooden lattice.
“You are forgiven.” The priest replied.
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10 INCHES OF SNOW
By
Tess West
M elissa had no idea how she had let herself be talked into this. Perhaps it was the assertion that she never tried anything new. Or maybe it was the accusation that she was too afraid to try it. If it was the latter, Melissa was not going to admit to it. Whatever the reason, it ultimately ended with her standing on this mountain with long skis strapped to her feet. The plastic boots held her feet fast and she clutched her poles. All of her winter clothes were new and she could feel it every time she moved, their newness feeling too crisp and inflexible as she learned to make a turn and put her skis into a ‘V’ to stop.
She watched her ski instructor, or rather,
the back of the man’s neck. He had ended up in the lift line right in front of her and due to the warmth of the day had pulled off his ski hat, replacing it with a headband to keep the cold from his ears. The end result of that action had been a tuft of curly brown hair sticking out of the gray fabric. And with the collar of the coat turned down, it revealed the sun-kissed back of the man’s neck. Two hours ago, at the beginning of this day long ski class, the man had introduced himself as Snow. The other seven members of the class had chuckled. Melissa just raised an eyebrow. Seriously? A ski instructor named Snow? As it turned out it really was the powder junkie’s last name and he seemed to be at one with the stuff.
Melissa was not so much at one with the snow, but intimately acquainted with it through accidental means. She could tell Snow was trying not to laugh when he said, “Maybe the snow just wants to know you a bit better,” the last time that Melissa had picked herself out of a snowbank. At least Snow had been gracious enough to find her other ski in the deep, white drift.