Dirty Mormon Girl

This is my first attempt at a story so comments and suggestions are welcome, but try to go a little easy on me.

I got the idea for this story from one a lady friend of mine told me that supposedly happened to her. I don’t know if it did or not but I thought the story was hot so I modified it and fleshed it out a bit. If you guys like it I can write a few more stories about “Julie.”
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Growing up mormon can leave a girl with a lot a sexual angst. I always tried to be good but I was just born too horny or something I guess. It didn’t help that I started developing at an early age and guys were always trying to feel me up. I lost my virginity at a party when I was 14 and later that year I ended up fucking one of my brothers. By the time I was 16 I was 5’9, 120 lbs. and had long brown hair, brown eyes, and large 34C tits with quarter-size areolas and sensitive nipples. At this point in my life I had sucked off all of my brothers and my father and had been fucked in the ass at a school dance. I also masturbated a lot. It seemed like every time I sat still for more then a couple minutes I’d start to rub my pussy and any time I was alone I’d start fingering myself or using whatever I could find to fuck myself. After a while I started to feel a little guilty so I decided to talk to my bishop and get some spiritual guidance. The guidance he gave me wasn’t what I was expecting, but it ended up being exactly what I needed.

Bishop Stephens had agreed to meet with me during church on Sunday so during Sunday school I went and met him at his office. He closed the door so we could have privacy as I confessed my sins to him and then sat behind his desk.

“Alright Sister Marshall, what can I do for you today?” he asked.

“Would you mind calling me Julie Bishop Stephens? When you call me Sister Marshall it feels like you’re talking to my mom.” I responded.

“Okay Julie. I can do that if you’re okay with calling me Max.”

“Okay Max.”

“So what did you want to see me about today Julie?” Max asked as he looked at me across his desk.

“Well, there’s no easy way for me to say this so I’m just going to be blunt. I seem to have a problem with masturbation,“ I told him.

“I see,” Max replied as he shifted in his chair.