I confessed to the priest and so did he

I Confessed to my Young Priest…Then he “Confessed” to me

A story of youthful confessions and more by Phyllis and Roger

Phyllisroger

Introduction: I was a nubile and sexy young woman…a Baptist…my close friend, Becky, invited me to attend her Catholic Church…she thought the young priest, Father Daniel, was a real dish and she told me of the cleansing of one’s soul through confession. Becky told of how she would sit in a closed cubicle and share her private moments with Father Daniel;…how talking to the priest about her “sinful” sex life would make her hot and wet; telling a grown man of her sexual adventures excited him to; that she could hear the priest breathing deeply as she unfolded the tale of her latest sexual adventures. She said she could hear him move his robes and imagined he was giving himself a good stroking as she revealed her sex life. What I didn’t know at the time but her relating telling the priest about her sex life; encouraging me to tell him, too, was only part of Becky’s and the priest’s plans for me; of how this was the beginning of lots of new sex and fun in my life; in hers, too. Not to mention that of the priest!

Becky was one of my best friends and we shared most, but obviously, not all of our secrets and stories…We both loved sex and climaxes and couldn’t get enough of it all. Our bodies were alive and when we came, we were extra alive. It was why, I now know that she had a strange sparkle in her eyes as she told me I should come to church and about sitting in the little booth, encouraging me to do it; telling a grown man, in this case, Father Daniel, the handsome young priest, telling him about how much she liked fucking and turning them both on in the middle of church with lots of other people around was exciting and a fun thing to do on a Sunday, even for a Baptist, like me. Becky was a naughty girl for keeping a secret…we were both naughty and loved it all.

There we two were for that Sunday morning service, listening to Father Daniel from the pulpit talking about sin, that we were sinners, that…strangely in this sermon—about sex with animals: that bestiality was a sin. That hit home for me because I liked animal sex…a whole lot. Was he talking to me and Becky? I wasn’t sure Becky was into it but I was.

Then, after the service, she went to the little confessional; I waited patiently outside the booth, the other parishioners walking around, seeing the two shadows inside, two figures and knowing the priest was getting hot listening to my friend. I couldn’t hear a word but my imagination was excited about my first time inside. I was thinking Father Daniel had said I was a sinner for liking bestiality…who was he to say and should I tell him? All these thoughts and the two figures whispering inside. I was nervous. It seemed forever but the door finally opened…Becky was red in the face and smiling at me…I knew…she knew. It was now my turn, it all sounded exciting: another adventure in my youth.

The story…first chapter: Listening to the excitement in Becky’s voice as she had related to me about her confessions I waited outside nervously until she was finished; until she had received Father Daniel’s admonition and instructions: Five “Hail Mary’s” and no masturbation or fucking until the following week’s confession…I wasn’t sure she would be obedient on the last part but the Hail Mary’s were easy enough. She opened the little door of the confessional, exited, a huge smile on her face and blushing cheeks, adjusting her dress, looking at me…then it was my turn. I entered and closed the door. It was dark enough inside…but I could see the image of Daniel through the screened partition. I sat on the little cushion hoping my moist cunt wouldn’t leave a mark…what would the next parishioner think?

I didn’t know how to begin. I sat and waited. Through the partition came a fine young voice in a kind of whisper: “Hello my child. I am Father Daniel. I am ready to hear your confession.” I mumbled some response that it was my first time to confess. I said what Becky told me to say, which was: “Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” My voice echoed in the little space. “How old are you my child?” he said. “I’m fourteen and I’m a Baptist.” His reply: “You are a child of God…we are all His children…[and then came the moment]. How have you sinned my child?”

I hesitated. He was a stranger to me. I had seen him giving a brief sermon; heard his words that we are all sinners and that as Christians we would be forgiven. He was a handsome young man and even with his robes from shoulders to feet I could tell he was lean and virile…just like my uncle Dave whose body I knew every inch…younger than my grandfather whose body I also knew every inch. Still, I didn’t know what to say to this stranger. He was a man, after all, and I thought he was a sexy man, too, even in his robes. But he was a priest. I wondered what he looked like under the clothing…did this religious man’s cock harden like the other men I knew…but in his sermon he had touched one subject that aroused me…he had mentioned animals and that the Bible forbade consorting with animals. I was a “consorter.” In fact, one of my favorite things was consorting with animal cocks. Would I be forgiven even for this sin? Father Daniel spoke softly to me through the little screen:

“This is private…the confessional…it is confidential…just between the two of us…you can tell me how you have sinned; you can speak freely even all about your sex life and I won‘t tell another soul no matter what…I am here to hear your confession and give you absolution from your sins whatever they might be.” His voice was smooth and soothing to me. I felt very private, very quiet, very alone…I adjusted on my little seat…my cunt was getting hot just thinking about this man asking me to tell him sexy things. I paused and collected my thoughts…and then said: “Father…I am Becky’s friend and I have had sexual feelings…”

I could see a shadow of him nodding…he said “Go on…I know Becky…she is a wonderful girl…she has sexual feelings, too, but what did you do with your sexual feelings?” I was ready for my ’Hail Mary’s’ now. Was more relaxed in the darkness…I could see the lips of Father Daniels move and thought of him using them on me for some reason…would his tongue ever lick me? I was starting to breathe hard already. Then…

“I yielded to them,” I blurted out. “I knew it was wrong but I did.” My voice caught in my throat…and then I told him other things. Once I got started it seemed I couldn’t stop; all kinds of my experiences poured out: I told him of sex with my grandfather…of sucking on his cock after he had caught me sucking on our goat and making him come; [as I went on with my confession it became very quiet on the other side of the screen…except Father Daniel started breathing deeply…did I hear him lift his robe?]…I told him of playing with the cock of the family goat and then the family dog…how I had laid alongside my dog, sucking his penis and then lifted my leg over him, positioning his penis at the opening of my cunt…how it had seemed so natural, our bodies close…his stiff dick, the pointy tip, wetting me; how I positioned and helped the dog thrust into me, making me come hard; of peeking in on my parents one night and watching them have sex…of Mom sucking Dad’s cock…of the pleasurable noises they made, how happy they both were and how I wanted to try things and be happy, too; of how grandfather played with my ass and fucked me in the ass…that at first it was strange but how I came to enjoy it; of learning to use my finger in his ass to get grandfather extra stiff; of staying with my uncle and aunt on a weekend…how I was invited into their room and into their bed…how uncle and aunt and I all got naked and stroking and licking; how they had made me moan and cry out and have my first vaginal climax…of other things…it was a long narration…the priest was very quiet and listening intently.