I was asking people for the latest party and was dressed like a priest. They had just pulled me out of the oxygen tent.

I confess that I still fantasize about how my dad used to fuck me. I�m a 24 year old guy now and he passed away a couple years ago but I still jerk off thinking about him. I�ll admit that I�ve fucked a lot of guys but daddy�s cock was always the best. It wasn�t just because he fucked me so WELL but also because he loved me.
The way he would take me in his arms and hold me before even taking my clothes off always made me smile. It completely cleared my mind and got me ready and really excited and happy to have him inside me. He would kiss me while he teased me to get me hard and he held me so close when he fucked me.
Daddy always knew exactly what I wanted and how to give it to me, too. He had a huge cock and, even though I assume he didn�t have much practice because he was a priest, he definitely knew how to use it. He had big hands and would run them all over my body.
I liked how rough they were, like he had worked all his life even though he came from a pretty well off family. It always felt amazing when he would grab my cock with those strong hands.
I can�t even explain how wonderful it was to have my daddy�s cock inside me. I�d position my hips in certain ways to try and please him more because I was so eager to have his hot cum filling me. I really loved when he would tell me how tight I was. I liked that I could please him.
I�d get on my knees anytime, anywhere for him. I love the feel of his cock sliding against my lips and even when he�d hit the back of my throat I enjoyed it. The musky smell of his skin was enough to make me throb. I couldn�t get enough of his cum, its taste was better than any food my mom or brother could cook.
I would do anything for my dad. Sexual or not. He was my father and my biggest dream was making him happy. I still live my life in a way that I think he�d approve of.
I miss him so much.

A new story about a catholic french canadian whore. Very hot and filthy

http://eroticostory.com/True-confession.html

Here is an extract :

My name is Sandra. Each Sunday I go to the church and all the time, I go directly to the confessional. There, I can say everything that I want, especially the bad things that I do. Usually, it is reverent Douglas who is on the other side. I'm not suppose to know who he is, but, you know, sometimes he and I have some fun after the session, especially when I've been a very bad girl. So this week, I hope he is there, because I want my punishment, very badly. But this week, instead of reverent Douglas, it is another priest. A younger one, should I say. I knew it by the tone of his voice.
After the introduction, I started to confess my sins.
--- I've been a very bad girl this week, father. First, last Sunday, after the ceremony, I went to the back of the church and sat down to look at the crowd. I was excited because of what appended between the reverent and me. Cau'se, he and I had sex in the confessional and I enjoyed every drop of cum that he ejaculate in my mouth. But, since I didn't came, I wanted sex more than ever. When everybody left the church, I began to touch myself. I touched my breast and my cunt. I have to say that I love the smell of joss sticks burning all around the place. I went on my knees and instead of praying I started to masturbate. It felt so good when I came, I squirt all over the floor.

I was a alter boy when I was OLD. One day I caught the priest jacking off. I didn't know about that kind of thing back then so I asked him what he was doing. He told me not to worry that I would be doing it soon. Why I asked him. And he said because his wrist is getting sore.

I confess, I am so close to fulfilling my lifelong fantasy of raping, torturing and killing a Catholic nun. Should 40 days and nights transpire without my apprehension, I will capture an Irish priest and do the same, except the rape will be with the square end of a cricket bat instead of my penis. If, after the passage of an additional 40 days and nights, I remain free, I will capture a Mother Superior or even an Irish archbishop or maybe an Irish bishop. It will be very difficult for me ever to capture a cardinal, but it would be sweet if I could.

Every hoe I know that's cheated on her man with me
"Yeah I fucked him" or "yeah I sucked him".

No bitch I've ever known
" Yeah I took it up the ass"

You want to make sure she never tells a soul? Not her friends, not her man, not even a priest...fuck her in the ass! She won't tell for fear that incident comes to light. In her head if her man confronts you about cheating then all her friends find out she got butt fucked. And there goes what little respect she had.

When you feel her asshole tight around your cock, that's the feeling of ownership. You may as well sign her ass cheek with a marker because you own that ass. Not enough booze in the world to get her to admit that one.

The Boarding School by Ana�s Nin:

This is a story of life in Brazil many years ago, far from the city,
where the customs of strict Catholicism still prevailed. Boys of
good birth were sent to boarding schools run by the Jesuits, who
continued the severe habits of the Middle Ages. The boys slept
on beds of wood, rose at dawn, attended mass without break-
fast, confessed every day and were constantly watched and spied
upon. The atmosphere was austere and inhibiting. The priests
ate their meals apart and created an aura of sainthood around
themselves. They were stylized in their gestures and speech.

Among them was a very dark-skinned Jesuit who had some
Indian blood, the face of a satyr, large ears glued to his head,
piercing eyes, a loose-lipped mouth that was always watering,
thick hair and the smell of an animal. Under his long brown robe
the boys had often noticed a bulge which the younger boys
could not explain and which older boys laughed at behind his
back. This bulge would appear unexpectedly at any hour�while
the class read Don Quixote or Rabelais, or sometimes while he
merely watched the boys, and one boy in particular, the only fair-
haired one in all the school, with the eyes and skin of a girl.

He liked to get this boy off by himself and show him books
from his private collection. These contained reproductions of
Inca pottery on which there were often depictions of men stand-
ing against each other. The boy would ask questions which the
old priest had to answer elusively. Other times the prints were
quite clear; a long member came out of the middle of one man
and penetrated the other from behind.

At confession this priest plied the boys with questions. The
more innocent they appeared to be, the closer he questioned
them in the darkness of the little confessional box. The kneeling
boys were unable to see the priest, who was sitting inside. His
low voice came through a small grilled window, asking, "Have
you ever had sensual fantasies? Have you thought about
women? Have you tried to imagine a woman naked? How do
you behave at night in bed? Have you ever touched yourself?
Have you ever fondled yourself? What do you do in the morn-
ing upon rising? Do you have an erection? Have you ever tried
to look at other boys while they dress? Or at the bath?"

The boy who did not know anything would soon learn
what was expected of him and be tutored by these questions.
The boy who knew took pleasure in confessing in detail his
emotions and dreams. One boy dreamed every night. He did not
know what a woman looked like, how she was made. But he had
seen the Indians making love to the vicuna, which resembled a
delicate deer. And he dreamed about making love to vicunas and
awakened all wet every morning. The old priest encouraged
these confessions. He listened with endless patience. He imposed
strange punishments. A boy who masturbated continuously was
ordered to go into the Chapel with him when no one was
around, dip his penis in the holy water, and thus be purified.
This ceremony was carried out in great secrecy at night.

There was one very wild boy who looked like a little Moor-
ish prince, black-faced, with noble features, a royal carriage, and
a beautiful body so smooth that no bones ever showed, lean and
polished as a statue. This boy rebelled against the customary
wearing of nightgowns. He was used to sleeping naked and the
nightgown choked him, stifled him. So every night he put it on
like the other boys, and then he would secretly take it off under
his covers, and finally fall asleep without it.

Every night the old Jesuit would make his rounds, watching
that no boy visited another in his bed, or masturbated, or talked
in the dark to his neighbor. When he reached the bed of the
undisciplined one, he would slowly and cautiously lift the cover
and look at his naked body. If the boy awakened he would scold
him. "I came to see if you were sleeping without a nightgown
again!" But if the boy did not awaken he was content with a
long lingering glance at the youthful body asleep.

Once during anatomy class when he stood on the teacher's
platform, and the girlish blond boy sat staring at him, the
prominence under his priest's robe became obvious to everyone.

He asked the blond boy, "How many bones does man have
in his body?"

The blond boy answered meekly, "Two hundred and eight."

Another boy's voice came from the back of the classroom,
'But Father Dobo has two hundred and nine!"

It was soon after this incident that the boys were taken on
a botanical excursion. Ten of them lost their way. Among them
was the delicate blond boy. They found themselves in a forest,
far from the teachers and the rest of the school. They sat down
to rest and decide upon a course of action. They began eating
berries. How it began, no one knew, but after a while the blond
boy was thrown on the grass, undressed, turned on his stomach
and the other nine boys all passed over him, taking him as they
would a prostitute, brutally. The experienced boys penetrated
his anus to satisfy their desire, while the less experienced used
friction between the legs of the boy, whose skin was as tender as
a woman's. They spat on their hands and rubbed saliva over
their penises. The blond boy screamed and kicked and wept, but
they all held him and used him until they were satiated.

As a child, Volk grew up in a home that was haunted by strange inexplicable pounding noises. His sisters had blankets ripped off of them in their bedroom and saw an old woman appear. Eventually, his parents sought out a priest who came to their house and conducted prayers and holy water rituals. That night, though, things got worse than ever, with the banging noises growing much louder, and then coming down the stairs one step at a time. "When it hit the bottom step, it did so with a terrifically huge thud-- everything shook, and that was it. We actually never heard it again," he recounted. Interestingly, Volk went back to the house to interview the current owners and they didn't wish to speak about it-- believing that you give these things power if you talk about them.

We have a new priest.  He's incredibly sexy & I find myself thinking about him naked under his robes.  I have some very dirty thoughts about sneaking into the confessional & have him fuck me right there as I confess to him.  

hello every one out there in pervland, First off you will never get any personal info from me so please do not ask, I may add some pictures later but I will not promise. I want to tell you my story and it is mainly for me not for you. My name is Emma and I am 21 years old The first 19 years of my life were spent in a very religious home, and for most of that time I really did believe, My clothes would be very conservative and boring and I was raised to believe sex was only done when I was married and masturbation was a mortal sin. I started to question all this a few years ago, Little things at first, one time a little over 2 years ago. I was in the shower and as I washed myself I just kept rubbing, the feeling was so good and I almost fell down in the shower. I confessed my sin to the priest who gave me 50 hail Marys and the next week 100, the following week I was asked to go talk to a councillor. I knew the woman (Susan) very well as she was a very good friend of my mother, I was mortified and more than a little scared my parents would find out. But the priest had only asked her to talk to me and had not said anything about why. I wish I had talked to her years ago because I told her about my masturbating and how I had felt so ashamed, but unlike my parents she was very understanding and said masturbation was only natural and even though she respected my parents she did think they were wrong about that subject. She said that if I ever needed anyone to talk to I could call her anytime. I slowly discovered that masturbating helped me with any stress I was having and I did it every chance I got. For a while It was enough but one night I grabbed my hair brush and pushed it in, now I have never used tampons only pads for my period, so this was really the first thing that had ever been inside me. I got carried away and before I knew it there was a sharp pain and lots of blood all over my bedsheets. I knew what had happened but was still a little scared. I called Susan up the next day and asked if I could come and talk to her? She said it was OK and to come to her house as she was alone that day. I got to her place and we talked and told her what I had done and that I was a little scared, she put her arm round me and said it would be OK but if I wanted she would have a look. Now that was a surprise and she said not to worry as we were both women. I pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down, she told me to sit down and open my legs so she could see. Now I had a very thick red bush at the time, and she said she would have to touch me to see if it was OK. Not only was she the first person to look at me that way but when she touched me I felt so sinful, she moved my hair aside and gently pulled my vagina open. She said everything looked fine but didn't move her hand away. She looked at me and before I could stop her she pushed a finger inside me. It felt amazing and she looked in my eyes told me to relax and slow at first she fingered me, she got faster and then she lowered her mouth down and as she fingered she licked me. I was lost in the moment and she was in total control. I still have no idea how long she was doing it but it ended in my first ever orgasm. She asked if I was OK? all I could do was nod my head. She stood up and took off her top then her skirt, she took her bra off and her breasts were massive and then she pulled her panties down, she had no hair and her clit was sticking out. She came over to me and pulled my T shirt off, my bra came off next, my nipples were rock hard and she lowered her mouth onto one, I knew what was happening was so very wrong but I couldn't bring myself to stop it. She stood up and took my hand and placed it at her pussy, my fingers pushed in and I tried to do what she had just done to me, it was very wet and my finger slid in and out very easy. After a while she pulled away and sat next to me, she told me to lick her as she had done to me, I got on my knees in front of her and moved my face closer, she grabbed my head and pulled me in, I licked her not sure if I was doing it right. The I got the shock of my life I felt some one behind me she said not to worry and then I felt it go inside me, I was very wet and although it was tight he pushed it in, Susan told me her husband Tom was in me and just enjoy it, he fucked me slow as I licked her, she told me he had been spying on us and she had planned this for a while. He got faster and faster and then he came. I fell forward feeling so ashamed, I looked round and saw him standing there his cock wet from my pussy, it was the first one I had ever seen. I suddenly thought what If I get pregnant. Susan kissed me and asked again If I was OK? I was more surprised that I was than what had just happened. I said I better go got dressed and left.

A few days later I was passing her house and knocked on the door, Tom answered and said Susan was out, I must have looked disappointed and he invited me in, he called Susan and he said she would be home in an hour if I wanted to wait. I sat in the kitchen and he gave me a coffee, he asked if there was anything he could do for me, my face went bright red, almost as red as my hair. He said oh and smiled at me. He left me in the kitchen and came back a little later, he was naked and asked if this was what I wanted? his cock was hard and standing out. I looked at it and he bent down and kissed me. He undressed me and again saw my thick red bush, told me to wait and came back with some clippers, he opened my legs and started to trim me till I was almost bald, he bent me over and got the hair in between my legs too, I had got so wet while he did this and felt him lick me from behind, his tongue going from my pussy all the way to my ass, his tongue licking my ass made me feel so dirty and then he pushed it in my ass. He picked me up and took me to his bedroom. I let him put me on the bed and he got on top of me, he pushed my legs up towards my head and then he pushed his cock inside me, he started slow but got fast and again he shot his cum inside me, I felt amazing and at that point he could have done anything to me. He took me back to the kitchen, and we sat, still naked and waited on Susan. I said I needed to pee and was about to go to the toilet when he handed me a jug and said just do it in that. I did as he asked and then got a real shock because he took the jug from me and took a drink of it. It was then Susan walked in smiled and called me a naughty girl. She stripped off and again she was licking me. I came again and saw Tom was hard again, Susan told me to bend over and she got something out the drawer I felt her finger at my ass it had something on it, cold and wet, she pushed it around my ass then finally inside, she used a lot of it then I felt Tom behind me, his hard cock at my ass, He pushed and the tip went in, I screamed out but he pushed more and more until he was in as far as it would go, he fucked my ass slow as Susan got in front of me and kissed me. He shot his cum in my ass and I fell forward almost onto the floor but Susan caught me. She held me and kissed me. She told me I could come over any time I wanted and we talked more, she told me my mother and her used to do this too with Tom before she was married and before she got very religious, that was my dads fault. She went down on me again and this time as she did it Tom got me to suck his cock. He was very hard again and as he was about to cum he pulled out and covered my face with it. I was well and truly fucked that day.

I visited them at least once a week for over a year, and it always ended up with sex usually both at once but sometimes just Susan or Tom. Susan talked me into moving out of my parents and into a small studio flat just a short walk from her house. They also bought me lots of nice clothes and quite a few sex toys. Tom came over one night and asked me to come back to his, I was only in my dressing gown and said I would get dressed but he said not to bother, It was warm and just getting dark so I didn't worry about it. I got there and Susan was naked in the living room but there was another girl there (Kerry) also naked. I knew her from church and Susan told me she and Tom had just introduced her to sex too and thought I would like to help. Kerry is a year younger than me blonde with very small breasts and fully shaved, Susan told me she had shaved they the night before. Kerry stood up and came over too me, she undid my dressing gown and pulled it off, she kissed me and her hand went right to my pussy, she told me she had liked me for years and that her parents had sent her to Susan when they had found out she liked girls, as soon as Susan discovered this she had seduced her the same way she had me. Kerry didn't hold back, unlike me she had been with girls before and knew much more than I did, she had me on my back licking my pussy before I could say much about it, I saw Tom behind her before Susan lowered her pussy over my mouth. I was getting very good at this by now and made her cum very quick even for her, Kerry had me cumming almost as quick and as I did, I lost control of my bladder and let my pee go into her mouth and over her face, something Susan loved me doing, Kerry liked it also, Tom came in her pussy and I cleaned it out for her as Susan fucked my ass with a strap on. So much went on that night and by the end of it I was done in. I woke the next morning in between Tom and Kerry.

After that day Kerry and I became very close, she would visit me most nights and we would always visit Tom and Susan. Then it happened, I became pregnant in July and as luck would have it Kerry fell pregnant in August. Since Tom is the only man we had been with we knew he was the dad, but Kerry and I had fallen in love and she moved in with me last month, we are the scandal of our church but we don't care. Neither my parents nor Kerry's knows who the father of our babies are but they do know it is the same man. My parents hardly talk to me anymore and Kerry's will have nothing to do with her. Susan and Tom have talked about moving away and having us live with them but Kerry and I are very happy together and are not so sure. We still fuck with them both and don't want to stop, but we only have sex with them Kerry and I make love together.

I hope you liked my confession

priest with compassion...listening to your confession-non judgemental and get it off your chest!!!