Amy's Confession

Amy went to confess and the Worst happened

The dim light of the confessional booth filtered through the lattice screen, casting shadows on the wooden kneeler where Amy knelt. She was sixteen, her voice trembling as she began her confession.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's my lust... I have thoughts of fornication.." Her words hung in the air, innocent yet charged. She added, "And I liked it."

Her words stirred something dark and primal within me. Though I jerked off at least once a day, it had been too long since I touched a woman. Yet I had never touched one so young. Or a virgin. I knew Amy for the two years I had worked at St. Delilah's church. She was a beautiful blonde with big blue eyes and a round face that made her look like a girl from a different century. Though she mostly a shy girl who kept to herself and imagining her fornicating was something I had not thought of until that moment

I am forty-five and she was old enough to be my daughter. I had no children of my own as, I'd dedicated my life to the cloth. Her soft, youthful tone cracked the facade I'd built. I had lived a relatively holy life except for the occasional stumbling here and there.

I shifted in my seat, my cassock suddenly too tight around my groin. My cock, thick and seven inches long, hardened against the fabric as images flooded my mind: her lithe body, being rammed by some loser. It was good she was confessing beforehand.

"Tell me more, child," I urged, my voice low, commanding. Rubbing my swollen cock through my trouser. She hesitated, but I pressed on. 'Confess fully. It's the only way to absolution.'

Her breathing quickened. "I... I touch myself at night, Father. Thinking of men, of being fucked in both holes." The booth felt smaller, the air thick with her scent—fresh, floral. What if I helped her with this? I controlled myself.

"Can you explain it in detail." I asked. She hesitated first then said.

"I imagine a fat cock fucking my cunt and making me cum again and again." I rubbed faster. A groan escaped my lips.

"Are you okay father?" Her voice squeaked.

My mind was hazy and I couldn't hold back anymore. Rising silently, I slipped through the dividing door, locking it behind me. She gasped as I loomed over her.

"Amy, you have been a very bad girl." I said accusingly. I shoved her on the floor, my hand clamping over her mouth before she could cry out.

"Amy," I whispered harshly, my other hand yanking up her skirt. Her panties were simple cotton, already damp. I tore them aside, exposing her smooth, tight pink pussy. It was already dripping wet. What a sinner! She struggled, eyes wide with fear, but I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, my body pressing between her legs. She was no match for me, with her small size. I slipped a finger and circled her clitoris. She gasped when I entered a finger.

"Confess Amy."Amy's eyes became so wide so I had to give an excuse hoping she would believe me," This is your penance beginning now." She nodded frantically but did not say a word.

My free hand freed my throbbing cock from my robes, the veined shaft pulsing in the cool air. It was massive, the head already leaking pre-cum as I rubbed it against her slick folds. She whimpered against my palm, shaking her head, but her body betrayed her, her hips twitched involuntarily. With a grunt, I thrust forward, forcing my seven-inch length into her impossibly tight cunt. She was virgin-tight, her walls clenching around me. She cried ou as her body was resisting every inch as I buried myself deep.

'Ahh! Father, no!' she muffled scream came out as a sob, but I didn't stop. I pulled back slightly, then slammed in again, stretching her wide. Her pussy gripped me so fiercely it bordered on pain, but the friction was exquisite. I crammed her as I growled. "Confess,"

Tears streamed down her cheeks. With that I started a brutal rhythm, my hips pounding against her. Each thrust drove me balls-deep, my heavy sack slapping her ass. I could feel her pussy getting wetter under my assault.
"Tell me your sins while I remove the lust out of you."

I released her mouth, grabbing her throat instead to keep her quiet. "I... I fantasize about uumh ooh," she choked out and as if a dam had been opened her wetness became impossibly a lot. We made loud schlick sounds as I fucked her. Thankfully, the booth was soundproof. Not that there was anyone outside.

With the increased wetness, then I rammed harder. She began moaning like the fucking slut she is. Her tight channel fluttered around my cock, juices coating me despite her protests. I leaned down, biting her earlobe. "Good girl."

She gasped, her legs spreading wider against her will as I angled my thrusts to hit that spot inside her. 'I want... oh God, I want to be filled, to cum on your cock.' Her words fueled me; I fucked her relentlessly, our mixed juices dropping to the confessional floor under us.

Her pussy squeezed tighter, and suddenly she shattered. She cried out, back arching, her walls milking my shaft in rhythmic spasms. Her cum gushed around me, soaking my balls as she trembled. I fucked her through her first orgasm as I kissed her.

When her body relaxed, I pulled my rock hard dick. Then sucked her her breasts, her navel and her tummy before lowering my face and resting it between her legs. I ate her out lapping at the juices she had release as if it was a multivitamin. Untill her beautiful pussy looked ready to be fucked again.

I flipped her onto her back on the kneeler. Setting her on all fours. Her skirt bunched around her waist, blouse torn open to reveal small, perky breasts heaving with each breath. Her nipples were hard peaks, begging for attention. I pinched one roughly, then thrust back into her dripping cunt. "More confession, Amy.." I growled as I entered again. I wanted to scream. She was still so fucking tight, hugging every ridge of my cock as I pounded her.

'Father, please... it's too much,' she moaned, but her hips bucked up to meet me. I grabbed her thighs, spreading her wide, watching my thick dick disappear into her over and over. "Daughter of Satan. You tempted me. Slut." Her eyes glazed with unwanted pleasure, and she whispered, "Fuck me harder." She begged as she did kegels around my pussy starved dick. Her second climax built fast—I felt it in the way her pussy clenched, her breaths coming in short pants.

I drove deep, rubbing her clit with each stroke. She screamed, her body convulsing as she came again, harder this time, her juices squirting around my pistoning shaft. Her tight cunt pulsed wildly, trying to pull me deeper. The sight of her—writhing, spent, marked by me—pushed me over the edge. With a roar, I pulled out, my cock slick and throbbing. I stroked my cock coming all over her back.

Hot ropes of cum erupted from me, splattering across her skin—thick white streaks painting her. I milked every drop, watching it glisten on her flushed flesh. She lay there panting, covered in my seed, her pussy gaping slightly from the abuse.

She stared up at me in shock. 'Your penance, Amy,' I said calmly, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow, 'is to make me cum every day. You must service my cock until I deem your sins absolved.' Her eyes widened, but she nodded weakly, my cum cooling on her body as the weight of her new devotion settled in. As the daughter of Satan she was, she licked my dick clean.