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Before she knew it she was standing in front of the velvet-draped oaken cubicle where confessions were given. She smiled, crossed herself sarcastically, and

entered. The small area smelled like wood-polish and moth balls, and as she slid the heavy purple drapery into place she could feel the hard oak seat on her bare

ass. It felt so good she decided to hike her dress up further—she pulled the hemline behind her up to her back, then wiggled happily on the bench. She could

feel herself growing wet. With a creak the window between her and the

priest slid open, revealing a metal grate of some sort which prevented her from seeing him, or from him seeing her. The light which came through the grate was her only illumination now. She felt comfortable in the darkness. “Good morning,” came the priest’s voice. It was a gruff, stern voice, and Jodie immediately recognized

it as Father Rickle’s, the church’s rector. She smiled to herself. “Forgive me, Father, I’ve

sinned,” she said in a little-girl voice. “It’s been… a week, I suppose, since last confession.”  “What are your sins, child?” the priest asked. “Well,” Jodie began, “I’ve started smoking cigarettes, for one.”  “Go on,” the Father replied. “And,” she said, grinning to herself, “I got stoned yesterday. On pot.”  “Using drugs is a sin in God’s eyes,” Father Rickle responded evenly.  Jodie suppressed a laugh. “Okay,” she said. “But

that’s not all. You see, Father…,” Jodie paused for dramatic effect. “I lost my virginity.”

 “Sex before marriage,” the priest responded, not missing a beat, “is also a sin in God’s eyes. Tell me, why did you do it?”  Damn it, Jodie thought. She was trying to shock

the old man, but so far hadn’t succeeded. After pausing a moment she continued, “Well, Father, itwasn’t like you think. I didn’t lose my cherry to a horny classmate or anything… I lost it to a dog.”  Silence across the confessional. Yes! Jodie thought.

 “A dog?” the priest asked slowly.  “Yes, Father,” Jodie sighed as if loathed to

admit it. “You mean… literally? A canine?” Jodie was getting a kick out of this. She wishedshe could see the look on his face. Absentmindedly she began petting her neatly trimmed patch of red pubic hair as she continued, “Yes, Father, a dog. A big black Doberman pincher named Dante. Two nights ago he fucked me for the first time…”

 “You’ve had intercourse with this…animal… more than once?” the priest asked in shock. Jodie smiled. She was really getting off on this; she could feel herself growing more wet, and suddenly she began sliding her index finger up and down her

slit. “Mm… yes, Father. He’s fucked me twice now, most recently just last night. And it feels so good… how can I describe it?”

 There was silence. Jodie continued. “His long doggy-dick pushes into

me slowly at first, but before too long I’m dripping wet and it’s easy for him to get the rest of it inside me. Eventually it’s too hard to support my weight on all fours—because that’s how we do it, of course—so I just drop my upper body down and rest on my big

titties while he pummels me from behind… sometimes, Father, his claws dig into my sides so hard I bleed, but it’s sooo worth it…”  Jodie was speaking in a low and husky seductive voice now as she began masturbating herself. She couldn’t imagine what could be going through the priest’s mind—he surely heard the soft slurping sounds

of her finger sliding in and out of her quim, her panting as she neared orgasm…

 “My child, you must not lie in a house of God,” the priest said sternly.

 “It’s… no lie, Father, it’s…,” Jodie mumbled, sighing. She hadn’t masturbated yet since her pact with the devil, and it seemed fitting for it to take place in a church… it was also quite arousing!  “It’s what, my dear?” the priest asked. She ignored him. She was now rubbing her clit frantically, causing her body to squirm and nearly

thrash around in the tight confines of the confessional booth. The bench she was sitting on was now slick with her juice, causing her body to slide

around it back and forth…  “Father, I---,” she began as she began to climax,

“I—don’t—need--- your--- FORGIVENESS!”  Suddenly she came. She let out a long, low breath to prevent from screaming, and simultaneously slammed

her index finger all the way up inside her to finish the process. When she was done, she was smiling evilly.

 “Father?”

 There was no response. She looked through the metal grate and saw his silhouette. He was still there. She sat back then, still smiling, smug now in the knowledge that she had made the Holy Father speechless.