Katy sat quietly in the confession booth for a moment, before beginning, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned and it has been three weeks since my last confession." The booth was in a hidden part of the church, away from prying ears. She knew that whatever was said here was between her and Father O'Malley.
"Katy," his lilting Irish voice returned. "You know the importance of your final confession before marriage. To marry in sanctity, you have to be entirely open to me." For a second, Katy imagined herself, sitting on the priests lap, her legs as open as he had just suggested, and banished that image immediately. However, she did wonder quite how open he meant, and decided to test the water.
"Father, yesterday, when I got back from my hen night in Blackpool, I committed a grave sin with Tony."
There was a slight pause. "And what manner of sin did you commit, daughter?"
"We indulged in sexual relations, Father." There was silence from the other side of the partition. Katy felt that Father O'Malley was waiting for her to continue. "You see, on my hen night I met a stag party, and one man placed his hands on my breasts." Still a silence. "And another caressed my bottom, and I think I kissed a man called Davvyd, but nothing else happened, I swear. So when I got home, I was really horny from the night before, and I needed some release." Katy stopped, wondering if she should continue.
"Go on," the priest urged, in slightly strangulated tones.
"So, I grabbed Tony as soon as I saw him and we started kissing. Our tongues mingled, and I stripped him of his clothes. He carried me up to the bed, and tore my clothes off. I was so wet, and he was so hard." Katy thought she felt a slight shaking of the confessional, but continued. "All I could think of was being ravished by a stranger, one of the men in Blackpool, as Tony pinned me to the bed. I grabbed his penis, and put it into the entrance of my pussy. He pushed and filled me, and we fucked like animals."
"Did you," pause, "enjoy it?" Longer pause. "Did you want Tony to be someone else?"
"Yes, father. His was the only cock available. And feeling it buried in my cunt, his balls against my arse. It was heaven. But it would have been better if it was someone new." Katy looked through the grill, and saw the young priest with his erect shaft in his hand, beating it furiously. |