The Confessional

I have spent the last couple of months in blissful confusion. Am I a bad person; have I committed a great sin; is it possible that I am some kind of Cuckoldress and have betrayed my ********? I certainly couldn't confess to my husband what had happened, even if he had been around to tell; him being on a year-long secondment for his work on the other side of the world.

It was all so confusing and although I am not a particularly religious person and ignorant about the workings of the church, I concluded that I might need spiritual, professional help to solve my dilemma. To explain.

My ******** and son-in-law, feeling sorry for me being on my own, treated me and took me along with them for a short holiday to Bavaria. We broke the long car journey south by stopping off at an Autobahn stop and because it was almost full (due to it being a holiday weekend, Oktoberfest) we had to share a room in the motel.

That first night I lay in bed listening to my ******** and Jurgen fucking in the other bed. I pretended to be sleeping so as not to disturb them but it was very sexually arousing and I couldn't help myself but to start slowly masturbating, edging, as I didn’t want to cum and I lay peeking with half-closed eyes at their lovemaking, which ended in her burying her head into her pillow to muffle the moaning as she orgasmed.

In the darkened motel room which we had been forced to share, I then rolled over to face them, still feigning sleep, and watched as Jurgen knelt back and withdrew a glistening cum-covered cock. He lay alongside her and we both listened to her breathing become shallow and even as she fell asleep.

I suspected as he lay there that Jurgen knew I had been watching. His right hand cupped his balls and he massaged them with his cum covered cock just laying across his torso, like a large bratwurst, not quite hard, but not soft either. I opened my eyes and licking my lips stared at that glistening sausage; I wanted it.

Jurgen caught me staring and, smiling, blew me a kiss. That was enough for me to invite him over to my bed, I pulled my sheet off of myself and motioned him to join me.

He slipped off his bed and crawled into mine and I instinctively grasped his cock and squeezed it, feeling that cum-covered dick. As I slowly masturbated him he put his arms around me and kissed me. First lightly on the lips and then, deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth.

That was enough for me to lose all inhibitions, I was so aroused and my masturbating had made his cock hard and thick again. Looking at that deep red cockhead, already leaking again, I knew I had to have it inside me so I turned him onto his back and mounted him, sliding that gorgeous cock over my cunt lips. I lowered my pussy slowly over it, engulfing it, sliding down, and taking it all.

I shuddered as my body responded, my nipples hardened and stiffened and Jurgen noticed. Taking one tit in his mouth, he sucked, making me moan and needing more and so I slowly fucked that monster cock, feeling it stretching and impaling me. I slid a hand down between us and masturbated my clit as we fucked. As I did so I could feel his cock get even harder as I started fucking him faster and faster.

I could hear him whispering a lowly grunt in time with his thrusts and I was concerned that we might disturb my sleeping ******** but not so concerned to stop him, I was going fuck crazy and I needed to cum; I needed him to shoot his spunk deep inside of me.

I leaned down and French-kissed him to silence his whispers which he took as a sign for him to fuck faster and now with his cock thrusting deep inside of me, balls deep, he bought me to a climax. My body was trembling now, and as I sucked his tongue, he exploded inside of me and I felt his big, fat cock shoot half a dozen streams of cum into me making my body shake with my orgasm.

Oh my God, it felt so fucking great, and then with his cock buried cum-covered balls deep inside me, I just collapsed onto him as he kissed and cuddled me; it was heaven.

Slowly that heavenly cock began to soften and he eventually slipped out of me. We both slid off the bed and taking my hand he led me to the bathroom and we showered together, cleaning each other off.

It was only then as I fondled and washed that magnificent cock that I had a tinge of guilt that maybe I was doing something wrong. Had I sinned; was I guilty of ******; will I need to go to Confession when we get home?!


Our mini vacation was lovely but after that first night in the motel, I spent the remaining time feeling like such a sinner. I'm sure that my ******** was ******* that I had fucked her husband but I knew it wasn't right what I had done and I was confused. I searched my conscience and although it wasn't explicitly stated in the Ten Commandments which I had tried to follow for years, and although Jurgen wasn't a blood relative, I felt as if I had committed ******.

I had gotten myself in such a state thinking about it that there was only one way I was going to be able to live at peace with myself, I needed to confess my sins and receive forgiveness.

I went to my church and spoke to the Pastor, a kindly man, and told him I needed forgiveness for my sins and would he hear my confession. He led me to the confessional where he entered one side and shut the door; I took my place on the other side and drew the curtain closed behind me. The little window between us slid open and in this dark sanctuary, he then told me to confess my sins. I didn’t know where to begin; he just told me to relax, take a deep breath, and just tell god everything.

"My name is Evelyn, and I have sinned … I think."

"How so?"

I started by relating my feelings for my son-in-law, a sweet boy who was the perfect match for my ********. I told him they had moved into my house and how it had become quite normal for us to be around each other in a state of undress. I then told of how seeing his cock for the first time affected me, how I wanted to feel it, taste it, feel it inside of me.

Pastor told me to describe it, and so I did, and as I spoke with the vision of Jurgen's stiff cock in mind, I felt myself getting excited, turned on, very horny.

I hesitated and told Pastor that it troubled me to be telling him this but he told me to continue, to describe what I was seeing in minute detail. He said it was important for god to know everything to fully cleanse myself of my sins and so I continued and described that big, delicious cock; I told him how tasted and felt.

He stopped me and asked, "Do you mean to say that you touched it, that you took him in your mouth?"

I could feel my pussy opening, and my panties were damp now. I told him that 'yes I had' and the memory was now causing me to be getting very turned on and I didn’t think I should go on.

He insisted that I continue but I was becoming concerned at hearing muffled sounds coming from his side, as I could hear him panting, having a hard time breathing. In a whisper I described myself giving Jurgen a blowjob, reliving it in my mind and slowly rubbing my throbbing clit as I did so.

He asked me how telling him this was affecting me and that I should be completely truthful.

I told him it was making me so horny.

He asked me if I was masturbating now. I didn’t want to tell him, but he said I had to be completely truthful before God for forgiveness of my sin.

I told him I was masturbating and he asked me to describe in detail what I was doing.

It was so embarrassing but I told him in explicit detail, and then that turned me on even more.

Was I sinning?

I didn’t know but I do know that I was breathing heavily now and thought I could hear heavy breathing from him, but I chose to ignore it; I was having a hard time concentrating on my troubles without worrying about him.

He hoarsely whispered for me to keep going, "What did you do next?"

So I described taking Jurgen’s balls in my hand and licking his cockhead; the super soft velvety cockhead that now had pre-cum leaking out of it now and how it tasted. God, the memory was making me feel so hot.

Pastor told me to describe what I did next and so I described the feeling of that beautiful cockhead as I took it into my mouth, the feeling of his balls as I could feel them start to move around and the throbbing of his cock. I told Pastor that I sucked it and then started to deep-throat it.

He asked me what 'deep throat' meant so I told him of taking that hard cock deep into my mouth, feeling it twitching and of his balls pushing against my chin; I didn't tell him this was making me so fucking horny.

Pastor's response was a low guttural moan as I described that last part but then after the groan he insisted I continue.

I described deep-throating Jurgen whilst at the same time I was finger-fucking myself and rubbing my clit. I sensed my orgasm rising and felt I was going to cum right there in the booth and as I couldn't stop myself moaning I told the Pastor I thought I should stop.

He gasped and loudly exclaimed to keep going, God needed to hear everything. And so I told him the feeling of that beautiful cock swelling in my mouth, of my mouth being flooded with cum, and as I described that last part, my orgasm hit me and I came.

I almost shouted out my ecstasy, my body was trembling and, oh my god, what had I just done there?

I heard a muffled moaning coming from the Pastor, and I thought I heard him say, "Oh Jesus" but I might have imagined it as I was cumming so hard.

"Pastor," I said, "I am so sorry, I have sinned. Forgive me."

He said, "My child, you have done nothing wrong. Continue and tell god everything that you have done. Tell him what confession was doing to you as you sit in the booth!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing but I was so fucking horny by now and if God wanted to me to confess, and I would be forgiven, then it would be worth it. So I picked up and I continued with describing the blowjob and how much cum was flowing out of my mouth and how it tasted so good, that I couldn’t believe it was so like cream.

He asked me to tell him what it was doing to me at that time. I explained that I was in such a state of excitement that although I knew it was wrong I couldn't stop with that, and neither could Jurgen.

"What happened next?" he asked excitedly.

I described him taking me to bed and then I was embarrassed now as Jurgen started eating me out.

Pastor asked what 'eating me out' meant, to leave no detail out. So I described Jurgen licking my pussy slit, how he took a finger to rub my cunt before he started to lick my exposed clit. As I was describing what that did to me, I was continuing to masturbate, only harder and faster. I was in a total state of sexual excitement there and feeling so guilty, but I could hear the Pastor praying for me as I could hear him almost chanting, "God; God .." over and over again. I knew he was praying for me.

"Just keep going," he almost moaned, and as mini orgasms began hitting me I tried to explain how I was fucking myself with two fingers and massaging my clit as I described Jurgen doing that to me.

The Pastor then said in a low voice what sounded like a question, "Fuck?"

I in return said, "No, but he did that next …" which caused a low moaning to come from the Pastor as I then went on to describe how Jurgen then spread my legs and thrust his magnificent cock deep inside me.

"Oh my good lord," was the Pastor's response. He was praying for me; that I would be forgiven.

"Keep going," he said, "keep going, tell me everything."

I paused and then once I gauged he had regained his composure I went on to describe Jurgen fucking, the feeling of his huge cock inside of my cunt and what it was doing to me, the trembling of my body, the pleasure sensations building.

I continued to finger-fuck myself as I focussed on that delicious sensation I was describing and then I paused again before saying, "Forgive me, Pastor, I can’t help myself, I am cumming … " and I did!

As I said that and came, I heard a rather loud groaning and a loud 'God' through the screen from the Pastor. The sound both confused and concerned me but I was very aware of what might have happened, breathing hard I quietly asked, "Are you okay Pastor?"

He responded with a moment's silence and then coughed to clear his throat before asking in a strained voice, "Was there more for me to confess?"

He couldn't see the smile on my face or the state of excitement I was in but, for sure, he must have been conscious as I was that the booth was now infused with the odor of sex, the smell of his cum, and my juices. I took a deep breath of the scent of cum wafting through the confessional window and said, "No, Pastor, there was more. Jurgen wasn’t finished with me. There have been other times."

The Pastor responded with another moment of silence before once again coughing and telling me to try and calm myself down. He then apologized and said that he had to cut my confession short as he had to go and do 'God's work' elsewhere.

"For the moment," he said, "I will pray for you but should repent your sins by saying three 'Hail Marys' … and perhaps you should come by tomorrow to finish your confession".

I apologized to him for what I had done and was doing right now, but he assured me it was all right as God wanted me to be truthful and open and would grant me forgiveness. He asked me to return the next day and we would finish the confession.

I left him sitting in the booth and I could hear his soft incantations as I walked away feeling so proud of myself for opening up and cleansing myself of my sins.

I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.


I was looking forward to my next confessional. My distrust and suspicions of the value of confession had changed completely. I never knew it could be so cleansing and fulfilling, and I wanted absolution for my sins. I felt so good the last time I was there and was looking forward to completely leaving my sins behind me.

As I entered the church the Pastor greeted me. "Ah, Evelyn, I am so glad to see you again. Follow me, there is a special room for us today located at the back of the church where we can be quite alone with no one likely to disturb us. I have also obtained a special confessional robe for you to wear. You will be more comfortable in there."

I smiled at his enthusiastic greeting, followed him, and entered a room that was indeed a lot bigger than the usual confession booth and was furnished with more comfortable chairs. He told me to make myself comfortable and clasping his hands together as if in prayer he went around to the other side of the curtain that separated the chairs and as I listened to him muttering his prayers, I slipped off my dress and put on the robe that had been laid out for me. I was instantly calmed by the feel of smooth silky material which clung to my skin.

A few moments later from behind the curtain where he now sat he asked me did I felt better after my last session; had I found peace; what did I have to confess today?

I said I left last time feeling quite fulfilled but there was more that I would like to share with him (and God, of course) that I would like to fully cleanse my conscience and receive forgiveness for my sins.

He told me to sit back, relax, and continue from where I had left off the previous day.

I told him I was feeling a bit awkward as our previous session had finished in the middle of telling about fucking Jurgen and didn’t quite know how to restart the confession.

He gave a reassuring chuckle and I was told to take my time and just try and relive the experience in my mind for a few minutes and then continue with the story where I had left off.

I replied that if I did that, I would be sinning again in my mind and probably would be aroused, and didn’t want to offend God.

"My ********," he said, "you must empty your mind and soul to God to receive forgiveness. The good Lord understands that you must relive your sins to purge yourself. If you must touch yourself, then so be it. I am here for you, not to make you uncomfortable, but to help you; to lift the evil from your mind and body. Please take a minute to get yourself in the mood, and then tell me your sins."

I couldn’t believe he was telling me to masturbate there to get the sins off of my mind and soul, but he was God’s mouthpiece, and if that is what God wanted, then so be it.

With the vision in mind of Jurgen fucking me, I opened the robe, spread my legs, and began masturbating to the memory, reliving the entire act in my mind to the point where I had left off the other day. My body was alive with sinful pleasure and, yes, I wanted to be cleansed.

It took but a few moments of my stroking and rubbing my clit before I was moaning, trembling, and starting to cum. I glanced at the curtain and his voice came through and asked, "Was I ready to pour out my sins?"

Panting, I replied, "Yes..." as I felt my climax beginning to rise. I wanted to cum so badly, but knowing that I would feel so much better for waiting until after I had made my confession I stopped myself playing and continued instead with picking up the story with Jurgen finishing cumming in me and the fucking I had so enjoyed.

"And then what did he do, my ********?"

"He turned me over Pastor, and he then spread my legs."

"And then what did he do?"

"He kneeled between my legs and lick my vagina, tonguing me and licking out his cum."

"Vagina, is that what you call it? Be honest, my child, what do you say in your moment of passion?"

"My cunt, Pastor, it was my cunt and even now I can still feel his tongue fucking me, licking me, massaging my clit."

Knowing that I was telling him what he wanted to hear made me masturbate faster. My legs were trembling as I listened for a response, but I heard nothing but the sound of heavy breathing with another sloppy noise similar to that Jurgen made when masturbating his cock!

I was starting to cum, trying to keep quiet and losing the battle. "Pastor! Are you there?"

"Not quite," came his response.

"What??"

He responded quite loudly, "Keep going, my child keep going, don't stop now! Every detail, tell me every detail."

Knowing what he wanted to hear, I continued, "His tongue licked every inch of me, turning my vagina into a drenched cunt, dripping pussy juice."

"Fuck!" I heard through the window, thinking he was asking a question.

"No, no!" I groaned, "That was coming next a little while later after he had made me cum with his tongue".

I heard a strangled whimper which was encouraging so I continued, "Jurgen then pushed me over so that I was on my hands and knees, worked his way up, and inserted his cock into my cunt from behind. I'd never been taken that way before and it felt lovely so I pushed back into his cock and I'm not sure who was fucking who! God, his cock felt good, pounding, slamming into me. … but Pastor, it shouldn’t have …. he is my son-in-law and now I feel I am such a sinner."

I was listening for a response from him, and I could hear him praying for me again. "God, oh God, have mercy on this child". Then between gasps, I could hear him tell me to keep going, to get it all out.

"Pastor, I was so fucking horny now I just couldn't help myself and I could tell how fucking horny Jurgen was and how I could feel his throbbing cock swelling and getting ready to shoot."

"Fuck," I heard from behind the screen. I could hear him groaning lowly and I thought what a sense of empathy this priest had.

I felt no shame when I went on to tell him I could feel Jurgen's cock pumping into me, now spewing his hot spunk deep inside.

"fuckkkkkkkkkk," he replied.

"Yes, that is what he was doing to me," I responded. "I could feel his hot sperm filling me up, then leaking out and dripping onto the bed sheets."

I was masturbating like crazy now having lost control and was squirting and gushing, my body shaking and bucking. I had quit talking and was just cumming, nonstop, whimpering and sighing loudly but was hearing nothing from the Pastor, only low groaning and moaning.

I was a limp woman by now, hoping I was forgiven by God, wondering what happened to my confessor and then I heard his gasping voice through the curtain, "Oh my God, that was wonderful."

A strange thing to be saying, I had never heard of a confession being called wonderful, but however, if that is how he felt then, wow, confessing is not what I thought it was all about.

I was sitting there naked from the waist down except for the confessional robe when suddenly, the curtain drew aside and there stood the pastor in his unbuttoned cassock with his dick exposed and looking hard as a steel rod, dribbling cum.

"Pastor! What are you doing?!"

"Your confession; your tale of depravity is such that mere words from me are not enough to cleanse your tainted soul. You have been damaged by the Devil's spirit and he needs to be expelled. As I listened to you I was overcome by a voice telling me, commanding me to perform an exorcism, a special exorcism that will cleanse you."

He looked down at me, my legs still apart, my pussy gaping, wet with my juices. I looked back at him as he grasped his stiff cock.

"What are you going to do," I asked innocently.

"Fuck the hell right out of you, isn't that what you call it?" he replied.

"Pastor, will it work? Would I be a good Christian then, pure and clean before God and other men?"

"I will do my utmost," he replied, and with that, he ceremoniously spread my legs, muttered a prayer, made the sign of the cross, and then bore down on me, driving his rock-hard cock unceremoniously deep inside of me.

I grunted in response to the force of his entry and, still feeling the glow from my recent orgasm, locked my legs around him as he began fucking the hell out of me. For a man of the cloth, he was good and with each thrust, I could feel the devil leaving. I convinced myself it was true for it felt way too good to be bad.

The pastor continued to fuck me like a mad man and with each thrust he would make some incantation like, "Out you rampant devil ... you swine, take that … god forgive you for despoiling this poor child … take that … and that!!" He was good and I felt the gathering storm that suggested he was being successful in exorcising the devil out of me. I saw flashing lights as I came like a woman possessed (or rather should I say, dispossessed!) and I squealed a prayer of my own as I felt his righteous seed spewing out of him and deep into me, cleansing my sinful pussy.

After several minutes of intense sexual pleasure, he pulled out and gave a final blessing, "Oh my god!" he shouted.

I lowered a hand helped him disengage and asked, "Did it work Pastor?"

He mopped his brow and replied between deep breaths, "We shall have to wait and see."

I offered him a tissue and helped him clean himself up before he returned to his side of the curtain to sit down in his seat and tell me to return in a week and see if I felt a change come over me; whether I thought about my sinning ways and had any desire to return to it. He said that if I didn't feel these things then I would have been cleansed and forgiven.

I asked what should I do if I did have such thoughts like if I still wanted to fuck Jurgen?

He replied that then he would have to try other, more extreme measures and for me to, "Come back in a week and we will talk again."

I left the church and went home and wondered, had I been exorcised or not?


It took no time at all to realize I had not been 'cured', that the exorcism had not taken; I still had a strong desire to fuck my son-in-law. I concluded that confession had only achieved the opposite effect of cleansing me, after the last encounter with the Pastor, it was even stronger. Not knowing what to do, I got on the phone and asked him for help.

"What's the problem?" he asked.

I explained what I was experiencing; that even thinking about my son-in-law and his big cock was enough for me to start masturbating; that I felt I was getting myself into something that I was unable to control, a sort of fuck mania.

He listened to the rising hysteria of my voice and then asked matter-of-factly, "Are you masturbating right now?"

I confessed that, yes I was, and that I couldn’t help myself and that I was unable to stop.

It was his turn for excitement to show in his voice, he asked, "Tell me exactly what you are doing, leave out no detail."

And so I did, in explicit detail, tell him how I was masturbating myself; how I was sitting in my desk chair, legs apart, my panties pulled to one side so that with my free hand I could tease the dark hair surrounding my cunt apart and play with the wet slit and stroke and rub my clit … you know, that sort of detail.

From his end of the phone, I could hear him in the background, praying for me. I could hear him calling on God, saying, "Oh God, Oh God," over and over, and I found that response a great comfort, and for some reason that turned me on. My pussy was alive with delicious feelings and hearing him praying for me in such an enthusiastic way only served to make me feel even more aroused.

He insisted I continue to tell him exactly what I was doing. I told him that I was now finger-fucking myself and that I had managed to get three fingers deep into my wet cunt; that if I continued to share with him what I was doing that I was surely going to cum over the phone with my pastor.

As I told him that, he loudly exclaimed, "Oh Fuck, yes, do it!" and so that is exactly what I did and I fucked myself silly and moaned out the sound of my orgasm loudly over the phone.

I felt that I must have disappointed him as I heard nothing but heavy breathing and groaning coming through the earpiece. I felt bad for him and ashamed of myself so I apologized profusely for having conducted that sinful act.

He replied, "I appreciate you being so open and honest with me, but I think I need to see you again, and this time we shall go to a special place, an Abbey. My brother is the Abbot and he is used to the exorcism of 'sins of the flesh', I think his help is needed.

"That sounds as if I have been really bad. Is it?" I asked.

"I am afraid it is. I told the Abbot about you, described your distress and he told me if I needed confession again, he felt he needed to be there to help you, to lay his hands on you."

I was deeply touched by their concern for me, and wanting to help me, and told him so but that I was worried about too many people getting to know about my sinning.

He calmed my fears by telling me that the Abbot, his brother, was a kindly man in his late sixties, very discrete and that I should feel privileged that he had such concerns for my well-being, that for him to offer to actively get involved with one of his parishioners was noteworthy. He said, as for my concerns about discretion, and the chance that my fellow church members might witness my seeing the Abbot, that we would not be taking confession at the church, but that we would travel to the Abbey where nobody would know me and he, the Pastor, would take me there personally.

I was reassured by hearing this proposed arrangement and asked what I needed to bring, "… would this be an extended stay?"

"Bring only your robe with you, nothing else, no clothes, nothing. We are going to need to fill you with the holy spirit and try hard this time to cleanse you of your sinful thoughts and desires. I tried to fuck the Devil and his hell out of you last time, with limited success; this time, my brother and I need to infuse you up with the holy spirit, inside and outside of your sinful body."

Oh my god! I was going to be filled with holy spirit by these two kindly old men together with the promise of having all of these wicked thoughts expunged from my mind.

I said my goodbyes gave thanks to the Pastor and put the phone down, hoping that the next confession would work. However, I had misgivings for, if the last time was anything to go by, when I got home I just wanted to fuck my son-in-law even more!

The following day I went to the church to collect the Pastor and from there he gave directions which took us out of town, into the countryside, and onward to the Abbey. As agreed, I followed his instructions and was wearing the robe that he had provided and nothing else; I was naked under my white woolen robe.

We arrived at the Abbey and to my surprise were greeted at the main entrance by the Abbot who, like me, was wearing a white woollen robe. (The Pastor explained it was important that for this type of confession, the participants formed a special bond so that they had the sense of being 'equals').

The Abbot greeted me and with a lovely smile professed his appreciation to his brother for being allowed to help one of his parishioners. He said that he was confident that he could lead me to a place where my troubled mind would be soothed and I would be returned to the path of righteousness. He added the caveat, " .. but only if you follow my instructions to the letter and not question what I am about to share with you. Do you understand?"

I nodded my understanding.

He then bade us both to follow him and I felt like I was in some kind of religious procession as he led us with his hands clasped in prayer through the cloistered passageway to what seemed like all the world to be a bedroom. I didn't question it when he told the Pastor to go and sit on the chair that was in the darkened corner of the room and, taking my hand, for me to go and sit down on the bed.

He must have sensed my confusion for he smiled that lovely smile at me and told me to relax. I leaned back and as I did so my robe slipped open, exposing my tits to him. He gazed lovingly at the sight and I heard him say a quiet prayer, thanking God for bringing me to him and asking for strength to do what needed to be done.

I thought that was a nice thing to say and it made me feel so good, knowing he wanted to help me. He had such a calming, confident, soothing manner about him and I did not object when he leaned forward and slipped the robe from my shoulders and for it to spill down to my waist. As he disrobed me, I felt completely at ease, after all, he was only going to do God’s will with me.

He stepped back from the bed and untied the cord belt around his waist and I must admit that I was a little bit surprised when he then took his robe off to see he was naked and had a rather significant cock, the equal to Jurgen's, and that it was rapidly stiffening.

I felt like I was in a trance as I looked upon him standing there and almost didn't hear him say, "What we need to do my ******** is fill you with holy spirit and get those wicked thoughts out of your mind."

He grasped his engorged cock and moved closer to the bed, " … this is my tool that God has divined for doing that; to do in cases like yours. You must not worry. I am going to cleanse you and fill you with as much holy spirit as I can muster. We must work together and you will feel God’s spirit overcome you. You will be overtaken with the joy of the Holy Spirit and God will make you feel so good, so just let me get to work. If I need help, your Pastor is close at hand to provide his assistance and, if need be, I will call him over to help me …. but I think I can fill you quite nicely."

With that, he leaned over and pushed me gently down to the bed, and starting with my tits, he kissed and sucked them until they were stiff and truthfully, giving me all sorts of excited feelings inside. I told him, "Oh Abbot, sir, I think it is starting to work."

He kissed me down my body, over my tummy to my pussy, and expertly started licking and tongue-fucking my clit and pussy. I closed my eyes and made a silent prayer of my own, "My God, this man of the cloth is good at this, where did he learn to eat pussy like that?"

The enlightenment must have been taking hold as I felt my body seemingly begin to blush and a sense of me glowing. Then, bless him, he told me to prepare to be pumped full of the holy spirit as he mounted me and slowly inserted his blessed cock into my pussy.

"Thank God for what you are about to receive, Evelyn," he exclaimed as he started to thrust his cock inside me. For an old guy, his cock was pretty damn thick and hard and, boy, did he pump! I could feel his cock throbbing inside of my cunt wanting his holy seed.

He settled into a steady rhythm and I knew that the spirit was overtaking us both from the way he was speaking, gasping. The way he was and what he was doing made the Spirit work on me too. Pretty soon he was pumping hard and my pussy was sucking hard and I could feel he was going to spew his righteous seed deep inside of my waiting, needy pussy.

He was praying, I guess, although I couldn’t understand everything he said other than the phrase 'Thank you God' spoken over and over with each thrust. I tried to answer him but couldn't find the words.

And then without warning, his body stiffened and I felt his cock explode inside of me as his righteous seed filled my sinful cunt. We both cried out with sighs of ecstasy and with my body craving the holy spirit, my cunt drained his cock and balls dry. It felt wonderful and I didn’t want the blessing to end so I wrapped my legs around his holy body, clenching him and imploring him to keep fucking as I wanted more and more spirit.

I locked my legs around him and fucked him hard and long but as I did so I could feel his holy staff losing its resolve and begin to slide out of me. This was the last thing that I wanted, this couldn't be true, I wanted, needed, more pumping of the holy spirit, I wanted to be filled.

I think that my passionate cries for help must have frightened the Abbot for he turned his head and looked toward the shadowy corner where his brother, my Pastor, was sitting, hands in his lap, clasped in prayer … I think.

He called for him to come and help. I turned my head to see him stand and then watched him approach the bed noting that he was unbuttoning the cassock he was half wearing and that he, like his brother, was now sporting an impressive erection. Stripping out of the rest of his clothes he allowed his brother to roll off me before turning me over on the bed. He then lovingly held my head in his hands, and then saying a prayer of his own he guided his righteous tool into my mouth and slowly started pumping. Already I could sense the spirit beginning to flow.

The Abbot looked on approvingly at what his brother was doing and the sight must have pleased him for it had a beneficial effect as I saw his cock begin to recover and regain strength; clearly, the Abbot felt he was not finished with doing his duty.

He moved out of my line of sight went around to the end of the bed and entreated me to get on my knees as if to pray. Without letting go of the cock in my mouth, I did so, and straightaway I felt the Abbot's recovered cock start pumping my pussy from behind; hearing him sighing and praying, "Oh my God, yes, yes, yes ..," as he, I guessed, was being possessed by the spirit.

There was no doubt that he wanted me filled and was doing his best to do it. I felt blessed to be shown such attention especially as at the same time my Pastor was doing his best to fill me from the other side, fucking my face, deeply, slowly, and, like his brother, saying prayers for me too.

As they fucked me from both ends, I felt myself being overcome with feelings of deep satisfaction and contentment and I heard them praying to god and thanking him a lot for being able to help me. It became quite infectious listening to them so I started praying too, and began pleading for relief over and over again just like they were doing.

The prayers must have worked as everyone was clearly in their way getting possessed by the righteousness of god. I sucked and could feel Pastor’s pumping cock swelling in my mouth and, oh my god, his righteous seed shot straight down my throat which in turn caused my body to start convulsing and trembling as the holy spirit overcame me and I felt my orgasm rising.

Then, without warning, I felt the Abbot withdraw his stiff cock from my cunt, move upward just a tad, to probe and attempt sliding into my ass. I flinched as he touched me but couldn't protest or even scream as the Pastor’s cock was still pumping the holy spirit into me but the Abbot knew what he was doing, he stretched me and then it was in, and … Oh my God, I was completely overcome with the spirit and my body exploded in one pleasure wave after another. It felt like I was orgasming, but much better, and it was then that I was convinced that God’s spirit was working within me, just wave after wave.

My righteous men of god must have felt it too for I felt the Abbot withdraw and sink then for the Pastor to do the same so that they were both kneeling alongside the bed and gasping out prayers, thanking god.

I rolled over to lie on my back and the Pastor reached out, laid hands on me and as he fondled my tits he commanded me to reflect upon what had happened, asking me" …. do you feel cleansed with the spirit of the Lord?"

Still feeling the glow from my multiple orgasms I confessed that I felt cleansed and added that during the confession I hadn't even given a thought of fucking Jurgen. (I figured that he might like to hear that.)

He nodded, gave my tits a reassuring gentle squeeze, and surmised that although the ceremony, 'the power of prayer', we had just enjoyed had given us such joy and satisfaction, it was not a guarantee that the feelings might not come back. He turned his head to look toward the Abbot for confirmation but was unable to catch his attention for the Abbot, who was still kneeling had his head lying on the bed and looked for all the world as if he was sleeping. It was confirmed when we both heard a soft snore emit and saw a smile of contentment across his face.

I whispered to the Pastor, "Then what should I do if the thoughts and feelings return?"

He stood up and not bothering to pull on any underwear, buttoned up his cassock so that the sight of his softening, dribbling cock was denied, like a striptease in reverse! He said with a shy grin, "I think you know what you must do, don't you? My church and the love of god will always be there for you whenever you feel you might slip back into temptation."

He held out his hand and assisted me to get off the bed and for me to find my clothes. He then picked up the Abbot's discarded robe and lovingly draped it over the sleeping form of his brother saying, " … at his age, he feels the cold; don't want to disturb him, do we? You go ahead, I'll be with you shortly."

I walked out on rubbery legs, completely spent, but so thankful for the spiritual help those two men of god had given to me.

However, I still had doubts, I wasn't entirely convinced that the ritual that we had performed had fully achieved the intended effect. As I waited for the Pastor to join me in the car my thoughts strayed and I found myself almost wanting my wicked thoughts to return. I was confused, there were aspects about going to confession that just didn't feel right, instead of being fearful and ashamed about confessing my sins, I realized that I had loved every minute of it.

The Pastor and the Abbot had both comprehensively absolved me from the sin of ******, they said that my son-in-law was not of my blood, so therefore, although in the eyes of society, it wasn't acceptable behavior, it wasn't a sin.

That was a relief to hear but then my thoughts strayed to whether having been fucked by other men (ahem, including two certain men of the cloth) who were not my absent husband, had I made him a cuckold; had I sinned, 'cuckoldry', if that was such a thing?

The Pastor got into the car still wearing a cassock and that satisfied grin.

As we drove home I pondered on whether it was worthy of confessing to him that I was having such thoughts about the topic of making my husband a cuckold; is that a sin; when would be the best time to broach the question?