It was warm outside in the spring sun, the song of birds complemented by the gentle rustling of the trees. Pushing the large oak door wide Father Douleur stepped into his church. Immediately the warmth turned to the cool stillness of peace and serenity. All morning the priest had been away on parish business and he longed just to sit down, kick off his shoes and relax. But he still had his parochial duties to perform. It was the reason he had returned to his church at this time, he had to be available to hear the confession of members of his congregation. There was no-one waiting in the pews and as he walked to the confessional his footsteps rang coldly on the flagstone floor. Opening the door to the priest's side he stepped onto the wooden floor and after turning to shut the door he sat down. Father Douleur had been known to sit alone for an hour with no-one needing his ministry so he had come prepared. He had brought a copy of a scripture that he was planning to speak about in his sermon on Sunday.

After about 10 minutes, Father Douleur heard footsteps hurrying down the aisle, then the door to the confessional opened and someone stepped in closing the door behind them. The small separating curtain was pulled back and he heard a woman's voice.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned"
The priest automatically produce the responses for the confessor and then asked what she wanted to confess.

"Father I have held a man's penis"
Suddenly Father Douleur's interest sparked, at last something different from the usual run of drinking, swearing and forgetting to come to mass that people usually confessed.

"Was the man your husband?"
"No, I am not married to the man"
"Tell me what happened, so I may absolve your sin"

The female voice started to speak "Well it happened yesterday Father. I was sitting in the park on a bench enjoying the pleasant weather when a man sat down next to me. We sat for a while in silence, then he commented on what a nice day it was. I would normally not talk to strange men but he was so pleasant that we started chatting and he was very good company. I felt really attracted to him Father, there were goosebumps on my arms and my nipples became erect. I was so embarassed, I was sure he would notice"

Next door the priest was listening intently nearly spluttering when she talked of her erect nipples, he wanted to hear more.
"Did he notice?" he asked.

"I'm sure he did but he didn't say anything. But as we talked he leaned over and just touched the back of my hand with his fingers, it was like electricity passed between us and I jumped. He seemed surprised and put his hand on my knee as if to comfort me. Father, I wanted him to touch me"

Father Douleur was starting to notice the temperature rising in the confessional. "Go on tell me what happened next"

"Father, he started to stroke my knee, ever so slowly and gently, and his touch and his words were so soothing and the warmth of the sun felt so good on my skin, it was almost like I was drunk. I was intoxicated with the thought of this stranger, and it was frightening yet exciting at the same time. I placed my hand on his leg as his hand drifted up over my skirt and along the top of my thigh, he was rubbing it over and over and I wanted to push myself against him"

In the priest's side of the confessional Father Douleur was becoming more and more aroused as the woman spoke. The scripture book left his mind as his hand slipped into his trousers.
"What happened next?" he asked again.

"I had to tell him to stop, we were in a public place, but he stood up and taking my hand pulled me into the bushes. We took about three paces inside the line of shrubs when we were upon each other, lips crushing together, tongues twisting and twirling, bodies writhing upright. I could feel his hand all over me exploring and tugging at my clothes, he pulled open my blouse, the buttons springing off onto the ground, then he cupped my breasts pulling them to his mouth sucking on my nipples"

As the priest listened he started to stroke his hardening cock, the woman went on.

"I had never felt anything like this pure animal lust before, it was incredible, I was undoing his belt and tugging at his trousers and he had pulled up my skirt and was massaging my vagina through my panties, my knees kept trembling I was scared that they would buckle under me. Then I put my hand on his penis and pulled it out of his pants and it was so big and hard. He was begging me to stroke it and rub it so I moved my hand up and down it faster and faster and he kept groaning and moaning and then all of a sudden he shuddered and spilled his seed all over my hand and I kept rubbing and more of it flowed out onto the floor"

"Father, the man then kissed me on the lips, did up his trousers and walked out of the bushes. I tidied myself and went to sit on the bench to compose myself. Will I be forgiven this sin?"
There was a pause while she waited, but the priest did not reply.
Again she asked "Will I be forgiven this sin?" The woman was unnerved by the silence and getting to her feet opened her door and went into the priest's side not expecting what she saw as she pulled the door back.

"OH Father" she cried as she saw the priest holding his erection.
"Sister Mary" the priest cried as he recognized whose confession he had just been hearing. The Sister stepped into the small booth and quickly closed the door behind her.

"Father I'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing" she stammered, her eyes glued to the priests cock. The priest was speechless, he stopped masturbating and went to put his erection away. The nun reached out "NO, carry on....please"

"I can't" he said

"Yes you can, you know you can" she knelt down in front of him her gaze falling again to his lap.

As she knelt Father Douleur's urge got the better of him and he continued to massage his stiffened member, running his fingers up and down the length and over the swollen red tip as the transfixed sister watched him. He kept up a steady stroke building up his rhythm, he noticed that Sister Mary had slipped a hand between her legs and was kneading her fingers into the junction of her thighs. He could feel himself nearing climax, the muscles in his legs were twitching as he got to his feet and standing above the nun, placed one hand on her head. Sister Mary licked her lips, as her hand reached deeper to plunge into her wetness. Father Douleur quietly groaned, as Sister Mary flicked her tongue once quickly over the top of his member, glistening with the early droplets of cum.

"Oh Father forgive me!"she cried."It's just ..um.... I just could not resist"

Father Douleur nearly erupted with her words and he barely managed to restrain himself as she repeated the action this time swirling her tongue, slowly, deliberately, encircling the entire perimeter of his swollen head. Just then Sister Mary heard him mumble "Ohhhh my child" as she wrapped her lips tightly around his penis and worked her way down to it's base. Slowly and gently she pulled her mouth back until it's head was once again revealed to the cool air of the confessional. Sister Mary moaned softly as he left her lips and began to rock rhythmically against her hand, now working steadily between her clit and her snug opening. Father Douleur could no longer resist. The smell of heat and sex began to fill the tiny room, as he gently thrust his throbbing member into Sister Mary's eagerly awaiting mouth. A fairly loud moan escaped from his lips and, fearing they would be found, she responded by removing her hand, still damp from her exploration, and placed her fingers gingerly against his lips. Father Douleur could not resist the temptation. He slowly parted his lips and gently allowed his tongue to pass over her moist fingertips.......

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