©2024 Janice James

Going to Thursday evening confession was at once a chore and a guilty pleasure for Madison. A chore because her Mother made her go, because it stole an hour from her life and because she never really had anything to confess. A pleasure because she liked cycling through the wealthy neighbourhood and the priest was young and handsome. She liked flirting with him and she remembered the first time when, at fifteen, he’d looked at her as a woman. The male gaze. Ever since she’d enjoyed teasing him through the little mesh panel about her impure thoughts and her compulsion to masturbate. She liked to see how far she could take him before he brought things to a close. Madison believed, correctly, that he was complicit and that he enjoyed the sessions as much as she did. It was as if they had an unspoken agreement to play the talk dirty game once a week.

She’d spent the day reading The Waste Land which was on her reading list from UCL and realised that she really ought to know more about the First World War. She’d spent a few hours at the Country Club vaguely hoping the Taylor Wells would show up and that they could spend some time in the changing room or maybe the showers and she’d bought groceries to make a good meal that evening. Now she was on her way to St Mary’s and St Michaels to confess to Father Francis and she grinned at the thought that he wasn’t going to know what had hit him.

She arrived at the Church and wealthy middle-class neighbourhood or not, she locked up her bike. The building was magnificent. Built in 1901 it was one of the oldest for miles around and was constructed in the high style, reminiscent of a small European cathedral. The moment she stepped in she was mildly transported. She dipped two fingers in the font and genuflected and she draped a headscarf over her hair, it was a piece of theatre that she enjoyed.
She liked to be the last penitent of the day and she always dressed fairly conservatively for confession out of respect not only for Father Francis but for the church itself and the idea of the whole thing. So she wore a pleated skirt, a plain T-shirt, a light plain woollen cardigan, ankle socks and loafers. On the pews by the confessional there was one woman waiting to go before her, someone she often saw and they exchanged a silent nodding hello. As she took a pew an elderly man left the booth, a quiet bell softly chimed, the woman before her entered the confessional and Madison reflected on what she might have to tell Father Francis.

Masturbating with the washing machine, the idea of Project Athena, stripping in her bedroom for Kurt, receiving oral sex from Kurt and sucking him off, enjoying watching Taylor naked at the pool, sucking Officer Daniels's monster cock at the coffee shop and inviting him to fuck her, her fantasy about the delivery guy, disappointment that he was gay and girl sex with Taylor Wells. Phew! Quite the week and it was only Thursday, this was going to be fun.
For spiritual insurance, she bowed her head towards the altar and said a Hail Mary, the quiet bell rang and she smiled as she and the woman she recognised crossed paths. On the outside of the booth, there was a small glass door behind which there was always an A4 poster advertising a church event, a plea for extra donations or an announcement of some other church-related business. Today the poster said
‘For the next month during Confession, the priest will be accompanied by a professed Nun. This is in response to a safeguarding issue, does not affect the Sacramental Seal and is sanctioned by Rome’. Madison didn’t read it. She sat down and crossed herself. The booth had a mesh-covered window where penitent and priest could just about make each other out but neither could see the other clearly.
“Bless me Father for I have sinned, it’s been a week since my last confession,”
“Very well my child” Father Francis said “do go on in your own time.”
“I’ve had some very impure thoughts,” she paused for effect “while masturbating in the laundry room.” Father Francis immediately recognised the voice and the opening gambit as Madison, he turned to Sister Victoria Emmanuel who was sitting out of Madison’s eye line in the far corner of the booth, her feet together and her hands in her lap and smiling he whispered,
“This’ll be a good one,” Returning to Madison he asked, “what is the nature of these impure thoughts my child?”
“I’ve been fantasising Father, about losing my virginity, I sometimes imagine I’m having sex with the volleyball coach from my old high school, he takes me roughly from behind,” Madison was smiling at the idea of the priest getting hot under the collar.
“And why do you think these thoughts occur to you?” he asked
“Because I am wanton Father, I think and dream of sex acts all day long,”
“You understand that lust is a deadly sin, my child, that you must try not to allow such thoughts into your head?”
“I do know Father but I can’t control myself,” Madison lifted her skirt and imagined she was flashing her panties at the priest, “I’m simply obsessed and sometimes I can think of nothing but the male sex organ and how badly I want it.” Father Francis turned to the Nun and made a face to say ‘see what I mean?’ the sister grinned and nodded, she whispered to him,
“Fruity.”
“Also I began a Project which I hope will result in my losing my virginity before next Sunday and I’ve been making every attempt to tempt men to have sex with me,”
“Why would you start such a Project, my child?”
“Because I’m moving to Europe and I hope to have many casual sexual encounters and I want to be ready and fully experienced in the art of sexual lovemaking, oral sex, penetrative vaginal sex, other women, anal, everything.” Father Francis turned again to Sister Victoria Emmanuel and she raised her eyebrows.
“I have to advise you that this is a sinful path you’ve set out upon and can only lead to spiritual suffering for you,” he said
“But I’m so horny Father,” she stifled a giggle and put a hand in her panties “I’m horny all the time and I just want sex,”
“What do you think it is that makes you feel this way?” the clergyman asked
“I think it’s God Father,” she stroked her slit imagining the priest getting hard, “I think he wants me to be a fallen woman,”
“God would never want such a thing for you child and the term “fallen woman” means only that she has fallen from the path of righteousness,”
“Oh Father, I have to confess that I tempted a young man, I stripped for him knowing he was watching and it excited me,” Madison fingered herself,
“Why did you do this, my child?”
“I hoped it would excite him and tempt him to want to fuck me Father,”
“Please don’t be profane in the confessional Madison” he used her name and she loved it.
“I’m sorry Father,” she paused “I gazed on a naked woman in the changing room and it excited me, Father, I lusted after her,”
“You’re aware of the Church’s attitude to same-sex relations I assume,” he said as earnestly as he could while stifling a smile,
“I know Father,, I’m just so sinful,” she started to gently rub her clitoris “now I want pussy almost as much as I want cock,”
“Language Madison, you’re in church,”
“I know Father but it turns me on to tell you, I’m masturbating now, you will hear my whole confession won’t you,”
“You know I’m obliged to,” he said.

Sister Victoria Emmanuel shifted her sitting position, lifted her left leg and rested the low heel of her shoe on the bench that she shared with the priest, she laid back a little and pulled at her skirt to reveal her panties. White, simple and plain but they were as horny to Father Francis as any lacy lingerie. Their relationship was the best-kept secret in Christendom. She pulled the panties to one side and stroked a lazy finger along her gash.

“Then there’s the policeman,” Madison said “he came to the coffee shop and I tempted him like Jezebel, offered myself. He had the most enormous cock Father, like a monster, massive and throbbing,” she improvised a biblical theme “like the serpent that whispered to Eve, I sucked his donkey cock Father and I loved it.”

Father Francis was hard now and Sister Victoria Emmanuel was grinning at him from both ends. He took his cock out.
“Go on my child.” he said and his tone was resigned. Madison recognised this part of the game, the part where the priest gave in and let her talk. For her, while very naughty, it truly was a confession. For him, it was his duty to listen and a massive turn on. They would both walk away with spiritual and sexual satisfaction. Only this time, Father Francis had a naughty Nun. Madison went on,

“I laid with a woman Father,” Sister Victoria Emmanuel pricked up her ears, “she came to my house and plied me with wine then she took advantage of me,” Madison was fingering herself with one hand, rubbing her clit with the other, “she kissed me and took off my panties.” Madison couldn’t help it, she released a sound that let everyone know how she felt. The Nun dropped her leg from the bench and she leaned over to take the priest’s flagpole cock into her mouth, a hand went to her sex to pleasure herself. “she licked me Father,” he grunted and again, Madison loved it. She became as loud as she dared and her mouth was almost touching the mesh window, “she licked me between my legs,” he made a low and urgent sound, “she licked my cunt Father — and she made me cum and scream and squirt like the whore of Babylon,”

“Oh Holy God,” the priest said out loud and Madison knew that he’d climaxed, she laid back and gave way to her own rather gentle orgasm, satisfying but not a volcano. Gaudens Ecclesia she called it and it was always the same, lovely but not Earth shattering. Controlled and almost managed. What she couldn’t know was that the priest was enjoying the most fabulous oral sex from a professed nun whose tongue was washing his hot cum all around the head of his cock and her own mouth.

Sister Victoria Emmanuel would either have to confess to her lustful atrocity to another priest or refuse the Eucharist on Sunday but for now, the Priest's hot cum was better than any wine or wafers. With her hand in her sex, she was used to cumming silently, endless nights in a convent had taught her that but she shook and she quivered and she spasmed as her own bright moment brought her closer to God. Madison waited a while to let the priest recover. She gathered herself, straightened her clothes and brought her confession, the game, to a close with the usual script,

“My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things. I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Saviour Jesus Christ suffered and died for us. In his name, my God, have mercy. Amen.”

Father Francis had sinned as well and his penance would be, as it was every week, substantial. Now he would have normally decided upon Madison’s, issuing orders for prayer and redemptive gestures but a Nun was deliciously sucking his cock back to hardness because she wanted fucking and he was already close to heaven.

“God be with you Maddy,” he managed,

“And also with you,” she half laughed as she replied realising that all was not normal. She left the booth, stood for a moment outside and listened. Two voices. Neither using words. An alter boy she wondered then she noticed the poster. She gasped. A Bride Of Christ!

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