Dr Rochelle - I confess!

"What did you do? Is there more? Have you sinned further?"

"Yes Father. I tried to hold back, I tried, really I tried, but I couldn't stop myself. I felt my hips slowly moving, then I felt my fingers following their movement. They stretched up and started playing against the soft wetness that was making them tingle and shake. They kept themselves close enough to just glance against the delicate folds of my swollen cunt. Slowly, as I twisted my thighs, the soft wetness of my cunt laid drips of sweetness onto their welcoming tips. Then they began to play with those beautiful edges more firmly. The soft folds quivered against my nails and I felt a shiver of delight at the touch of their sharpness. I just couldn't stop them, honestly Father, I couldn't, I couldn't stop them, they were so keen to play with my cunt. I thought of the young man's stare penetrating deeply between my buttocks. I realised that there had been no alternative but to submit to his will whether I wanted to or not. But Father, I was not sure whether I had wanted to resist or not. All the time there had been something inside me that had needed to submit to his words, his stare and that terrible deep penetration of his throbbing cock. I didn't know what to think. There seemed to be a longing inside me that had been driven by the cutting pains, the smacking and the stinging force of that hard cock up my arse. I just had to feel my cunt. As I sank back further onto the top of the refrigerator, my outer labia, those beautiful soft edges of my cunt, fell softly around my finger tips. I probed along their inside edges and those delightful petals, those soft, wet petals, opened as I searched deeper inside. I pulled the inner folds sideways gently and a flow of wetness dribbled onto my fingers as I rubbed them around the insides of those silky wet folds.

"My fingers felt along their edges and worked their way along the opening to my vagina. I felt the hot wetness of my pulsating hole; it was so tight and hot. Then they worked their way to the front. They pulled at the front of my crack and opened it. I felt the hardness of my clitoris and my mouth dropped open with a gasp. For a moment I felt surprised at its hardness and size and drew back, but then the longing flowed through me more violently and I made for it again. I felt it fully, it was swollen and throbbing and as I caressed it my body thrilled and filled with nervousness. My skin flushed hot and my clitoris engorged even more against the touch of my fingers. I pushed it from side to side then grasped it and tugged at it. As I pulled it I did not let my hips follow, instead, I pulled them away to increase the pressure on the pulsating hardness that hung from the front of my full, wet labia."

"Go on, go on, tell me everything."

"My whole body prickled with a thrilling shiver of excitement. I pulled at my clitoris again and again and I felt my hips fighting wildly to plunge my cunt against my hand. I felt my vagina craving to be filled, but at the same time I felt a strange sense of control. Even though my body wanted it I denied the urge to satisfy my cunt by plunging my upturned hand into it. The control I had gratified me, it satisfied my desire for the pain of denial. The conflict was coming from deep inside me and it was driving me towards a level of satisfaction that, though dark and terrifying, felt unsurpassable. I didn't know exactly what to do, all I knew was that I wanted that tantalising pain to continue. I squeezed my clitoris between my fingers and I drew it down their length until it was wedged firmly by my knuckles. Now, I could grasp my clitoris and allow my fingers to be free. I drove my fingers into my vagina and gasped. I lifted my body high on the refrigerator top. My breasts clung sweatily to the shiny metal surface and prickles of pain coursed across their surface. My fingers went deeper into my dripping hole and my knuckles squeezed harder and harder on my throbbing clitoris.

"I strained in ecstasy and banged my head roughly against the wall. My eyes went blurred with the pain and tears and I wanted to scream. Again, I felt the young man's stare deep inside my cunt and his throbbing cock pounding up my arse. I opened my mouth and began yelling. I screamed and forced my fingers even deeper between my sprawling thighs. My body filled with the sensation of penetration, I could feel that cock inside me all over again, but this time it was bigger, and thicker, and harder and more punishing. This time it went so deep, so deep, this time it finished so high inside me with a huge swell of spunk. Oh Father, I felt as if I was drowning from inside and I gasped and choked and writhed and felt as if I was going to die.

"Then my clitoris started stinging with the full flood of my orgasm. I yelled louder and louder and louder, then stopped, suddenly and frighteningly, I stopped. My body went rigid, I held my breath, I could not move. My mouth gaped wide and I squashed my face harder against the wall. My eyes stared wildly. I felt a huge pulse of yearning beginning to flood through me. My limbs were frozen as it took control of me; welling up and draining through my entire body. It centred on my cunt which pulsated and gripped my extended fingers. Then in a huge wave, it poured down through me and my body reddened with the throb of blood and desire. It surged into my head and everything began to spin around me. Still I gaped like an idiot, frozen in the throws of pain and joy, with my face squashed against the wall.

"Still I couldn't breathe and I felt as if I would explode. Then, at last, it released me and I shuddered as if I was in a fit. A flow of satisfaction ran through every part of my shaking body and I quivered and gasped as finally I breathed again. I fell back onto the cold white top of the refrigerator and shouted out loudly, not words, just wild ranting of pleasure and fulfilment. I let out sounds I had never heard before: grunts, screeches, blubbering sounds, and the more they came the more I did them. Then, slowly they died away and I hung my face limply against the wall, making low, guttural gulping noises as spit ran freely from my mouth and down the side of the refrigerator."

"And how did you get free?"

"Oh Father, I just stood up. I – I suppose I never was really trapped, not really and truly."

He had that wolf look again. "You are so sinful my child," he said, slowly, caressing the words as if each one was precious.

"Yes Father," she said meekly. She looked down and found her fingers deeply inside her beautiful wet cunt. "I am so sinful."

"You ran away from your punishment many years ago, my child."

Maria felt a sudden wave of fear. Father Thomas did remember her! "Yes," she said, trembling.

There was a long pause. She could hear him stroking the tip of his pointed beard. Then he sighed heavily and leant forward. His face came close to the grill and she looked up. She could see his staring eyes through the carved wooden lattice between them. She stopped picking at her fingernails and waited.

"This is not an easy matter," he started. "You are filled with such wickedness. It is going to be a long task to purify you."

"Oh Father," she pleaded, sensing that Father Thomas thought there was at least some hope of saving her. "I must be purified. You must purify me. I have to be saved from my sinful thoughts. I have to be punished for my sinful deeds. Oh, please Father, if you can, please do it."

"I think I may have the answer," he said slowly, "but it will not be easy."

She moved closer to the wooden grill and waited anxiously.

"We must begin straight away," he said.

She sat forward, rigid, as he got up and opened the door at the front of the confession box. She listened to his shuffling feet as he stepped around to her side. Then he pulled back the heavy red curtain and looked down at her.