Fantasy Confession
                 by Dave King aka Studs Manly

      I was born and raised in France but I married an American
 and have made the United States my home for the last seven
 years. 

 My husband is in his late forties, I am in my early thirties.  I
 worked as an interpreter and was instantly drawn to this
 distinguished man.  His silver hair makes him look very much a
 "father figure" which adds to the sex games we often play, and
 particularly my favorite game, which is very much European,
 although judging from the headlines, it would seem that even
 many
 of you Americans share this thrill.  The game of which I speak
 involves my husband assuming the role of a religious authority
 while I act the part of a sex-obsessed woman.

      My husband dons a cassock and I enter our bedroom and sit
 in a chair.  Between us is a wicker dressing screen.  

      "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," I say.

      "How long has it been since your last confession?"

      "It has been two weeks, Father."

      "Very well, my child," my husband's deep voice booms. 
 "Tell me your sins."

      "Last week I felt lust for the man who mowed our lawn."

      "Describe to me what happened."

      "He was not wearing a shirt and his chest was sweaty and
 he was so muscular and he looked so virile and...I, uh..."

      "Yes, please continue."

      "And I could see his tight buttock muscles and his bulging
 crotch and I felt desire in my womanhood.  There was no way
 for me to give my body to him, but the desire was strong."

      "Ah, yes.  Were there other occasions when you felt lust?"

      "Oh, yes, Father.  I went with my husband to a boring party,
 and as I sat listening to the dull conversations, I began to
 fantasize about jumping up and ripping my clothes off, then
 laying on the table while all the men fucked me and the women
 took turns sitting on my face and having me eat their cunts.  I
 wanted so much to do that, Father.  They all tried to present
 themselves as proper, upstanding people, but I knew they
 wanted me and I so wanted to be used by all those people, to be
 ravaged by all of them, yet ultimately to have drained them all."

      "Wicked, wicked child.  Confess all.  Only through
 confession can your soul be cleansed and your sins absolved."

      "Yesterday, when a deliveryman delivered a package, I...I
 sucked him off." 

      "You did what?"

      "Oh, I am so ashamed, Father.  I answered the door wearing
 only a towel since I had just showered.  The deliveryman was
 about 20 years old and very handsome.  He complimented me
 on how  sexy I looked and when I saw the bulge in his pants I let the
 towel fall and he fondled my breasts and sucked them and I
 unzipped him and took out his prick.  It looked so delicious,
 Father, I just had to have him, so I sucked him off, right in the
 downstairs foyer.  His balls gave me so much of his tangy cum
 and I wanted him to fuck me, but he had to go.  I seem to be
 thinking constantly about having sex with every man I see.  
Street workers, construction crews, store clerks."
      "Do you abuse yourself?"

      "Yes, father, but frigging my cunt feels so good, how can
 you say it's abuse?  I play with my clit and think of the men
 I've seen and I imagine that they speak suggestive, vile things
 to me, and have me fuck and suck them, but they never know
 that I want to do that, to be surrounded by stiff pricks to fuck and
 suck and jerk off.  I want to be fucked forever, Father.  I want
 to be a whore.  I want only to drain their cum from their balls. 
 To me, men are merely walking pricks which exist only to
 please me."

      "I understand, my child.  You are possessed by the demon of
 lust.  It is within my power to absolve you of your sins and to
 exorcise the evil demon from your body.   Do you wish to be
 cleansed and delivered?"

      "Oh, yes, Father, but..."

       "Yes, child?"

      "I do so love the pleasure."

      "The pleasures of the flesh cannot compare to the rapture of
 deliverance.  Step into my quarters and we shall begin."  

      I rise and walk around the partition.  My husband stands
 next to the bed and has the appearance of being a priest. 

 "Please disrobe.  You must divest yourself of all worldly
 trappings and present yourself in the holy state of nakedness."

      I shyly remove my clothing and feign embarrassment as the
 robed "priest" gazes at my bare flesh.  "Behold the Rod of
 Redemption," he says as he opens his cassock and reveals his
 purple-headed, 9-inch prick.

      "Mon dieu!" I gasp as I eye that veined shaft and the hefty
 balls hanging beneath it.

      "Kiss it, child," he tells me, and I kneel before him and
 reverently plant a kiss on the hot crown of his glorious prick. 
 I then flick my tongue and set about licking that throbbing
 organ.  It smells and tastes so clean and so pure.  When I open
 my mouth to permit his prick to enter, his hands gently hold my
 head.

      "Bless this child as she takes more and more of my Staff of
 Salvation.  Prepare it for the task to come."

      He stops me and has me lie on my back.  He kneels beside
 the bed, spreads my legs and looks closely at my wet cunt.
  
    "Your garden of delight glistens with the dew of desire,
 child.  I must ready you for the exorcism."  

      Suddenly I feel the flat of his tongue lick the length of my
 slit and I shudder.  I feel my cunt fluid flow and he drinks it
 eagerly, sucking my clitoris and making me reach orgasm before he
 directs me to my knees in the middle of the bed with my hands
 grasping the headboard.  He kneels behind me and I feel the knob
 of his prick parting my nether lips and prodding the opening of
 my sex.
 
     "Demon, behold the Sacred Sword with which I will banish
 you forever!"

      He holds my hips and with a single, powerful thrust he
 encunts his prick, the head reaching the entrance to my womb. 
 The sheer power of that thrust drives the breath from me with a
 loud hiss and I moan with the pleasure of having my husband's
 holy prick stuffing my cunt so fully.  As he fucks my passage,
 he chants passages from his own litany of sex.
 
     "Blessed are the piecemakers, for they know the joy of
 heaven.  Blessed are the tight cunts, for they shall be rewarded.
 Yea, though I fuck your valley with my rod, I am comforted, for
 soon your cunt shall overflow with my oil.  Feel the power of
 the Sacred Scepter!"
 
     He fucks me deep and completely, his ministering hands often
 caressing my sides and squeezing my breasts.  I can always tell
 when he is near his climax because his prick swells even more
 and his rhythmic motion becomes slightly irregular.

      "Now, child, I anoint you with my sacred seed, the fruit of
 my loins.  Behold, the glory of heaven!"

      As I feel his cum erupt inside me, I, too, reach a body-shaking
 climax.  My cunt squeezes his prick and all I can do is
 grunt and gasp, "Mon dieu, mon dieu!"  Both of us collapse, spent
 and breathless.  After several minutes, I kneel over him, his
 half-erect prick glistening with our leavings.

      "Thank you, Father, for delivering me from evil.  How might
 I serve you?"  His eyes look to his growing prick.

      "This is my body.  Take, eat, and be thankful."

      Like a hungry cat, I lick his prick clean of our juices,
 then I engulf his prick in the hot wetness of my mouth.  "Hold my
 Sacred Orbs, my child."  I grasp and fondle his balls and I feel
 them moving as they churn, producing more cum.  My priestly
 husband thrusts into my mouth faster as I begin to hum my
 favorite hymn, a vibrating rendition of "The Hallelujah Chorus"
 which always hastens his Second Coming.

      "Ah, drink ye all of this, and be thankful for the bounty!" 
 With a powerful spasm, he sends a torrent of his sweet nectar
 down my throat, anointing my insides with his holy seed, that I
 might know the warmth of his love.  I fall asleep with a smile on
 my face, knowing that in a few days my husband must answer for
 his behavior to the "Mother Superior," another role-playing game
 we play.  But that is another confession entirely.