A priest's ordeal

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." Coco’s voice was unabashedly unapologetic, a sultry purr that slithered through the screen in the confessional that separated her and Father Shaun. "It has been three weeks since my last confession, as you know…"

Father Shaun hooked his finger into his suddenly too tight collar and tugged. The confessional, usually quite comfortable, felt suddenly too warm; he could feel the beads of sweat on his brow as the familiar voice of the she-devil kissed his ears. Pressing his crucifix to his lips, he prayed silently for strength against temptation, steeling himself, somehow managing to keep his voice steady.

"Go on, child."

He felt his manhood twitch. Coco was hardly a child. Instead, she was a very sexy young woman, who drew the eyes of every red-blooded male whose path she crossed. Her hourglass figure accentuating her full E-cup breasts that bounced magnificently as she walked, she was certainly the subject of many a confession at his church. Father Shaun had heard countless admissions of lust and desire, all focusing on the young and busty Miss Coco, and forgiven them all. Indeed, didn’t he himself have to pray to the Lord for forgiveness whenever Coco crept into his thoughts late at night, completely naked save for the hint of a knowing smile?

“It happened during freshmen orientation camp, Father. We were playing a game called ‘Clothes Marathon’. Teams have to compete to tie together the longest line of clothes. But the catch is that the clothes have to come from the participants themselves.

Soon most of the guys were down to their underwear, and girls down to their bra and panties. But for some reason my team was last! Maybe we didn’t tie the clothes together strategically, I’m not sure. But what I’m sure of is that I hate losing. And so, almost without thinking, my hands reached back and unclasped my bra, and I handed it over to my stunned team leader.

Oh Father, the noise level in the hall dropped by more than half, as all the lusty guys turned to feast their eyes on my bare breasts. There were at least 40 of them. They started developing very visible erections, and a few of them even leaked precum! But can’t blame them, I felt myself getting moist down there at the sight of so many hunks getting aroused by me.”

Father Shaun steeled himself as Coco’s lurid tale made his cock steel hard. There was a sound from the other side, as if she was removing something from herself. It all became clear a moment later when something delicate was pushed through one of the square gaps of the confessional screen, invading his sanctuary. Just an inch, perhaps less, but there was little doubt in his mind that it was the she-devils’s black lace bra. Shaun was stunned beyond belief; Coco was re-enacting her story right in this church! All he could do was move further back, staring helplessly at her lingerie as she continued her tale.

“But the donation of my bra only pushed my team to 2nd place, Father, and I wanted to win! And so there was only one logical thing for me to do. Taking a deep breath, I placed both hands on the sides of my panties and pulled them down. Oh Father, the entire hall of people went deafeningly quiet! Every pair of eyes was glued to my exposed pubic hair, the sexual tension in the air was so thick. And then a sound broke the silence.

The camp leader, a muscular hot sophomore, groaned and fell to his knees. At first I didn’t understand what happened, then I went closer and saw he was clutching his crotch and cum was spurting violently out of his underwear! The sight of me totally naked made him lose control and ejaculate in public view! And that seemed to be a trigger, as boy after boy succumbed to the same fate. Father you cannot imagine how obscene the sight was, a hall of guys spilling semen everywhere with girls around!”

Father Shaun wiped his brow with a handkerchief, the box feeling suddenly cramped and warm. He could certainly imagine the indecent scene, and indeed he sympathized with each and every one of those boys who came at the sight of Coco’s utterly nude body, knowing that he would suffer the same humiliation if put in that situation.

"Forgive me, Father, I know you must think I am a wicked creature, but I cannot help myself…"

"Try, Coco, try. If you truly embraced this sinfulness, you’d not be baring your soul to me…"

"But Father, it’s my cunt that I’ve bared…Even here, in the house of God, oh God…" Shaun’s throbbing penis gave a violent lurch at the admission, which erased any doubts in his mind that she was now as naked as in her story.

"I’m almost there, Father, so close…"

Father Shaun felt trepidation grip his heart, a sinking feeling that she was referring to more than just the end of her sordid tale. She truly was possessed by a wickedness beyond anything he’d imagined, a wickedness that had found root in his cock, now twitching with desire.

“My pussy was freely flowing at the glorious view of these strong powerful males kneeling in sexual defeat before me, and I knew what I must do. I walked up to the camp leader, brought him back up to his feet, forcefully pulled his damp underwear down to his ankles, and gripped his still-spasming manhood firmly in my hand. As I worked his shaft back to full hardness, he cried incessantly for mercy. ‘Please Coco! I am still sensitive! Please stop!’ ‘Maybe you should have thought of the consequences before daring to ejaculate in front of a hall full of girls?’ Within minutes I had him roaring and climaxing on my face.

I looked around the hall and saw that the other girls had taken my lead. Everywhere, girls were punishing the boys for their indecency. Soon the hall was filled with screams of forc*d orgasms and the unwilling splashing of male seed against female flesh. The original game was long forgotten as we disciplined the boys into the wee hours of the night. In the end, the girls came together to compare how cum-covered she was, and guess what? I won!”

“MMMFFFPPPHHHH!” Father Shaun let out a muffled whimper as his cock surrendered. He was, after all, only of mortal flesh and the last bit of Coco’s story awakened his darkest submissive fantasies. Thrusting his hips forward vulgarly, he relieved himself of his lust thoroughly, certain that Coco could hear the very audible splattering of his semen onto the floor.

“Father?”

"Th…the sin is not yours, m…my child,” Shaun stammered, trying to regain his breathing after the most intense orgasm he had experienced. “The b…boys were the sinful ones. You did the right thing in pu…punishing them. Go in peace."

It was only after she’d left the box, that he was able to breathe normally again. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a trembling hand, and leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed, praying to God for forgiveness while doing his best to ignore the very visible semen stains on his black cassock, a lingering after-effect of each and every one of Miss Coco’s visitations to the confessional.