" ...for I have sinned."

That's the way it always began. For most people. But for Diane Foster, those simple words, spoken quietly to Father John in the confessional at St. Anthony's one late Saturday afternoon a year ago, had drastically changed her life.

Before that, her confessions had always been something small -- an imagined offense just large enough to seem suitably repentant of her sins. No one ever went to confession without having a sin to confess. Did they? Well, that day she had had a big one to confess.

Diane hadn't thought it was a sin. It felt too good to be sinful. But Mother, holier-than-thou church-going woman that she was, had assured her that it was. That it was evil and that she would burn in the eternal fires of hell for it.

You see, Diane Foster, a forty-something woman who had never left home, had been caught masturbating. Her penance, if you could call it that, was to repeat the act in different places, at different times, with different people and then shamefully describe the events.

And so it was.

Every Saturday evening since, long after "regular" confessions were over, Diane would quietly knock on the door of the rectory and make her confession in person to her spiritual guide. Father John had assured her that it was the only way for her to find salvation.

A God-fearing man of the cloth wouldn't lie about something as serious as that now... would he?

Join myself and bangerog2 as we explore the dark and twisted path Father John encourages Diane to take in order to ensure her place in heaven rather than in the fiery furnace of hell.

Tony settled into his seat as the opening credits began to roll. He was looking forward to seeing 'Un homme et un femme', hoping that his french was now good enough to understand what was being said without reference to the subtitles. He was aware of a woman coming to sit two seats away, but thought no more of it.

Diane was ready. She felt heightening excitement as she spread her legs wide, and slid her fingers down to her already slightly pouting pussy, and gave a gasp as the long finger found the little love button. Looking along the row she was disappointed that the young man seemed to be concentrating on the film. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She wanted him to look at her and watch.

Getting no reaction from him, after a few minutes she picked up her coat and moved into the seat next to his, letting her coat drape over her knees. She spread her legs, and let her knee make contact with his for an instant applying gentle pressure before withdrawing it. There was no response. Again she opened her legs, wider this time, so the pressure on his knee increased, Yet again there was no response as she withdrew from contact'

'Christ' Tony thought, 'Can't this bloody woman sit still?'

He moved his leg away from her slightly, thinking that that should give her enough room, though heavens know why, in an almost empty cinema she had to come and sit in the seat next to his. To make matters worse, she was now making a hell of a racket eating popcorn.

He tried to concentrate on the film, and was glad when the noise of her eating ceased, but then almost immediately the pressure on his knee started again, more insistent this time, Out of the corner of his eye he could see that she was looking at him, and once again he moved his leg , only for her leg to open wider and keep up the annoying pressure. He turned to face her, intending to let her have a piece of his mind. Seeing that she was old enough to be his mother, he thought she should know better. She was looking him straight in the eye, but then her eyes dropped, and when his automatically followed her gaze, she slowly lifted her coat.
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Tony could not believe what he was seeing. This was the stuff of fantasy and he had almost to pinch himself to convince himself that he wasn't dreaming. He had heard that there were men who approached women in the movies in a similar way, But a woman!!----- and doing it to him.

His eyes were almost popping out of his head as he watched her, taking in the pale skin above her black nylons, hypnotised by the finger moving between her thighs, and savouring the pungent aroma of a female arousal. She was moaning softly and breathing heavily, causing him to look round to see if anyone else had noticed, but they were sitting in relative isolation.

Her moans were gettinng louder, and her finger movements moree frantic and then her whole body stiffened and she let out a pssionate 'Bless me Father---' before her body slowly relaxed and her hand was withdrawn from between her thighs and her legs closed slightly. Then she did something that Tony had not known a girl to do. She took her glistening fingers to her nose and sniffed deeply before placing them deep in her mouth and sucked them clean, seeming to find perverse pleasure in so doing. He wondered what her father had to ddo with it. Was she thinfing of a family fuck?

He was fully erect by that time, but that final act of hers seemed to make his cock twitch to greater heights. He needed release. With another quick look round, to see no one was looking, again, he half turned towards her and undoing his belt, unzipped his jeans, pushed his boxer shorts down, and withdrew his turgid tool. As he did so he looked at her.

She was starting to breath heavily again and her eyes were fixed on his manhood. He wasn 't particularly long but he knew from jack off sessions with his friends that he was much thicker than average. He took himself in hand, and pulling the foreskin right back exposed the swollen helmet to her for a few seconds before starting to stroke himself.
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He was so excited. Exposing himself like that in public provided an added thrill. However he was close to cumming and he wanted to savour this moment. He stopPed wanking himself and pulling his hand to the base of the shaft, drew the foreskin back, and squeezed. Diane's gaze was transfixed on the swollen mushroom which, even in the semi darkness of the cinema was glistening and as he squeezed a big clear drop ogf pre-cum juice appeared from his pee-hole. With some primeval instinct she licked her lips.

It was her turn to look quickly round to see if they were being watched, and satisfying herself that that was not he case, she turned to face him. He was looking her in th face and she gave him a nervous and tentative half smile. Then once again she spread her legs wide, and pulling the gusset of her thong to one side with onehand, used both of them to pull the swollen labiae apart so that she was exposing her inner self to him.

'Show me your tits.' he ordered in a loud whisper

She felt herself blushing deeply, as she withdrew one hand from her cunnie, and like an automaton undid, first the top buttons of her coat, then the buttons of her blouse, finally pulling the tits out of her bra. The nipples were already stiff peaks on the mountains of her breasts, and she started to squeeze and twist them alternately, at the same time, with a gasp, sliding the middle finger of her other hand deep into her slippery slot she began to finger fuck. She was really gushing, and feeling soooo hot.

Tony tried to sieze his chance and letting go of his prick, reached over with one hand trying to squeeze her breast, while the other went down to cover that between her legs. Her body stiffened, and her legs closed quickly. Not in climax this time, but in rejection.

'NOOO!!' she protested loudly, looking round in embarrassment, thanking god that no-one seemed to have heard except Tony who had rapidly withdrawn his advances.

She half closed her eyes as she felt the feeling starting to build, as she recommenced playing with her nipples, once again opening her legs so that he could see the pistonning finger as she masturbated.

Tony started to rub himself, slowly at first, then faster, the noise of his jerking off transporting Diane back into the confessional.

He was moaning on the vergge, and she suddeenly felt a perverse urge.
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Where was the priest in all this - had he not understood the 6th commandment?

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'Damn,' he thought 'Spunk on her tits. She wants me to spunk on her tits.'

He looked at her face and she was concentrating on his glistening glans, not looking at him, but with a dreamy, almost ghostly, smile as if she had transported herself to another land.He was so close to coming that he could almost feel the semen preparing itself for the journey from his aching balls. He started to piston his fist rapidly up and down the stiff stalk, and as he did so Diane moved from her bent position and half leaning against the arm of her seat, slid her bra straps down and pulled her blouse even wider open so that her swollen breasts were even freer for him to desecrate.

Because she had moved he had to get himself into a semi-standing position to facilitate aiming his spendings in the right direction. He was watching her finger pistonninig in and out of her juicy vaginas as she urgently stimulated her clit with the fingers of her other hand.

'Pleease. Do it! Do it now!! she whispered urgently. 'Cum on me.'

He needed no second bidding, he was so close. He took the loose skin between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it right back again, once again baring the glistening glans, with its now droplet of semi milk precum to her gaze. Then one more quick flick and his cock contracted, then expanded and spat a great glob of cum cream in an arc in the air to splatter on her tit.

'AAAAROOOOPH!!! AAARooph!! Aaaaroooph!' He moaned loudly as his prick contracted time and time again sendin jet after jet of seminal fluid all over her breasts. Moving forward slightly as it did so, he ehabled all his spendings to cover her tits, except for a small trail down her stomach.

As the first splat landed on her, Diane went over the top, and all feelings of pleasure seemed to drain from the rest of her body to centre on her cunnie. She held the finger deep inside her, feeling the contractions in her vagina forcing the lovejuice out to soak the edge of her seat. She was cummmming. Cummming as she never had before as she removed the hand from her clit and putting it to hr breast began to massage his gism into the soft skin.'
She was mewing quite loudly in pleasure.

As he came down from his climax and his penis softened, Tony suddenly realised that now they were being looked at. He was no gentleman, and hurriedly put his cock away, zipped himself up, and forcing himself past Diane, almost ran out of the cinema.

Diane for her part was in the middle of a secondary orgasm, as, suddenly, a light was shining on her, baring her perverse nudity. She turned to the light embarrassedly trying to adjust her clothing, and was dazzled so that she could not see who it was that held the torch, assuming it was the usherettte. Then the usherette and the light were gone. Even though she still felt the need to reach the secondaary climax Diane adjusted her clothing as quickly and as best she could, not caring what effect the drying cum had on her clothing.

Fully dressed once more, she too could not get out of the auditorium quickly enough. As she went through the exit through which she had entered, the way was blocked by the usherette. She was a tall blousey redhead, with a plumpish figure. Diane's heart sank as she thought of what the consequences of her actions were going to be.

'Excuse me madam.'

'Yes?'

'If you come to the matinee next week, sit next to my jump seat, and when the cashier's , cashed up and gone, we can have some fun in the office.'

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'Johnny hasn't come yet.' said Auntie Joan, idly stirring her tea with her left hand.

Father John sat at his desk. He should be working, but his thoughts were filled by Diane. He knew from her confessions that today was the day she chose to go on her 'wanderings' and he wondered what she had done that she would confess on Saturday. As he thought of her sitting or standing there confessing, busy with her hand between her legs and the other playing with her lovely breasts, his penis rose and because it was uncomfortable he unzipped himself, withdrawing it. He started to alternately gently squeeze it, then stroke it slowly a couple of times.

She was about ready, he was sure, for him to absolve all her sins by applying the holy unction, and in his mind's eye he could picture her either bent, kneeling, or lying before him, ready to recieve him and the look of rapture on her face as she received his spendings. At the same time he had a battle with his conscience. He, as a priest was doing wrong. He should be celibate, or that was what his parishioners thought.

He knew different though. Were the brethren celibate when they beat him for having an erection, and then sodomised him, reaching round to masturbete him to climax, so that he remembered the pleasure of ejaculatory release more than the pain. He thought that when he went to the seminary things would be different. Even there the priest tutors used their charges. Of course he had masturbated, but from them he learnt how much more pleasurable the touch of another on his manhood was.

Since he had been ordained, he haad discovered that housekeepers had other duties than keeping house, but as they were usually much older he got much relief, but little pleasure.

Since he discovered the need of some female parishioners for the special absolution that came with holy unction, he supposed he had had about twelve who seemed to know when the unction was no longer needed, but none had obsessed him the way that Diane was doing. He wanted her so much and yet, even though in other cases he would have taken them on their first visit to the presbitery, with Diane he was frightened that it might break the spell that he had put her under, causing her to rebel.

He could see her now, her mature figure and her big breasts. He could almost smell the subtle perfume she wore, mingling with the smell of woman, as her fingers squishilly pistonned back and forth in her vagina. OH!! How he wanted her, needed her. Needed to sink himself into her.

His hand was moving faster and faster up and down the shaft of his hardness. He knew that he should save it for, but he was powerless when he fantasised. He lost all will.

Just as he was about to approach, the home straight, of his manual stimulation, there was a knock on the door.

'Tea Father?' asked the voice of his housekeeper muffled by the door.

Then the handle began to turn, and he hurriedly tried to make himself decent, but he seemed to be all fingers and thumbs. He couldn't get it away. The door was opening and in desperation he pushed it down between his legs and crossed them, hoping against hope that it was hidden and that she would not glance down past the desk top as she entered.

Then she was there at the open door with his tray.

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'Johnny hasn't come yet.' said Auntie Joan, idly stirring her tea with her left hand.

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I saw weird stuff in that place last night. Weird, strange, sick, twisted, eerie, godless, evil stuff. And I want in. ~Homer Simpson

'What are you doing, Mary?'

'Ssshh, Father. I'm just going to make it better, going to stop that aching in your testcles.'

So saying she pulled his foreskin back and, making an'O' with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, began to to masturbate him at the base of his cock, with an almost imperceptible , but rapid, up and down movement. With the other hand she coveed the peehole with her thumb, and feeling the copious pre-cum juice beneath it, began to massage it into the rapidly swelling mushroom tip with a circular motion.

Father John was moaning as if in pain.

'Please Mary! Stop!! You mustn't. You'll make me come.'

Her reply was to remove the 'O' from the base and to take his now rigid rod in her fist and, removing the other hand from his glans, start to furiously jerk him off. Her hand was almost a blur as it moved up and down his potent prong, and she felt that tingling in her nipples, and between her thighs that she had always felt, when she was doing her duty for her dead husband. A tingling that he never really satisfied, or very rarely, leaving her busy with her fingers between her legs when she was sure he was asleep.

Father john had stopped pleading with her to cease what she was doing, and his body was stiffening, and he was was moaning loudly.

'Oh, my God, woman, do you realise what you are doing?'

'Sssssh, Father. I am only doing my duty.'

Suddenly she felt it. He was going to shoot. She knew it. However, her hand seemed to have a life of its own and she couldn't stop it fisting him as he started to cum. As a consequence, he was spunking all over the place. On her dress on her face on her hand and on her arms.

Suddenly, Mary rememebered something from her past. The time that she had been spanking her youngest son, and at the end of the chastisement, he had lain over her lap, humping her skirt. With his trousers round his ankles, he was jabbing at the skirt between her slightly open thighs, and then he was moaning, spunking onto her navy blue skirt, staining it with great globs of white sticky cum.

'What a mess Father. What a rude boy you are. All that naughty spunk has gone all over me.'

The tingle increased in her body, as she told him that she was going to have to use the cane.

'I'm so sorry Mary.'

As if in a trance Mary was back in yesteryear.

'It is too late for sorry. Fetch the cane.'

Father John stood up and with trousers round his ankles, rummaged behind a curtain, and brought out a bamboo cane. His mind, too, was going back to schooldays, and the pleasure of a fondling hand, after he had been beaten. His still glistening cock began to rise, and seeing it start to stiffen, Mary began to juice.

'He;s a randy beggar, just like our Liam. It's my duty to cane him, and my duty to get rid of his stiffy. I'll make sure that he does his duty by me, as well.'

She took the instrument of punishment from him------

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'Johnny hasn't come yet.' said Auntie Joan, idly stirring her tea with her left hand.

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I saw weird stuff in that place last night. Weird, strange, sick, twisted, eerie, godless, evil stuff. And I want in. ~Homer Simpson