Corrupted

Father Patrick was always a man of God. Devoting himself to his lord and savior, never allowing himself to stray from the path or indulge in temptation. That is until his church had a newcomer. He'd never lusted after a woman like this before, never once even thought about sex after he took his vows, and never has so much as touched himself. But this girl was something else. She was slender, her blonde hair falling to her waist in neat clean curls, her teeth were white and straight, her skin naturally tanned from the sun, and her eyes a sparkling blue. She always wore cute little sundresses to Sunday service, her makeup light and natural, but always enhanced her already stunning features. He'd find himself back in his empty, lonely apartment, palming at a hard cock as he thought about what her body looked like naked and prone. He added several hail mary's to his crucifix later that night after reaching completion in the shower for the first time in ten years.

Father Patrick was nearing 35 years of age, he'd lost the athletic body he'd had in high school in college, now replaced by a flabby belly, and a receding hairline. But it didn't matter, since he was a devote man of god, who didn't sway for females, and they didn't sway for him. He knew that his new church patron was no exception, she barely spared him a glance except during Sunday service, when those icy blue eyes bore into him as he shared his sermon for the day. On a particularly hot day when the air conditioning was blasting he'd even get to see her nipples harden under those flimsy little sundresses. He'd made sure to crank the air every Sunday since the first time he'd seen them.

It was six months into his lustful thoughts and actions when the beautiful girl approached. Despite being tall, her eye line barely reached the tip of his nose. She smiled, and reached out a hand.

"Father Patrick," she'd said as he took her hand, trying not to seem too eager. "It's so nice to finally meet you. My name is Maddison Jacobs. I've been coming to your Sunday services for a few months now, and I'm really enjoying them." He gave her hand an extra squeeze before releasing her.

"Nice to meet you, Maddison," he said. "Thank you for joining us." He gave his head a slight bow. She smiled again, a faint blush gracing her cheeks before walking off. He spared her ass a single glance before greeting the next patron.

It was another two weeks before they spoke again. He was doing a confessional session, a small line waiting for their turns. He was extensively bored, wishing this hadn't been part of the job. Most things people confessed to was being mean to service workers, or road-rage. He waited a couple of beats for his last patron, the door on the other side of the screen opened and closed softly, the patron getting comfortable. Then he slid open the screen.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned," said a familiar voice. "It's been two years since my last confession."

"May the Lord be in your heart and confess your sins with true sorrow...But what took you so long, my child?" he asked.

"My life can be hectic," the woman said. "And I-I was scared."

"There is nothing to fear, tell me what is on your heart," he replied.

"Um," she said softly. "I've been having lustful thoughts about someone that I cannot have." He froze.

"Go on."

"There is a man that I know is off limits," she said. "But he plagues my dreams and my thoughts. Though I've seen him look at me."

"Have you acted on those sinful thoughts in a personal manner?" he asked, his cock already hardening as Maddison continued speaking.

"Y-yes," she confessed. "I've masturbated thinking of him...it's just something about him being off limits really turns me on." He rubbed at the bulge in his pants, resisting the urge to groan.

"S-say five hail mary's for penance," he said. He could see her through the screen, her face turned towards him.

"Thank you father," she said gently and got up, leaving the confessional box. He wanted so badly to go out there and take her, but the door opened and shut and the next patron entered the box. It would have to wait.

After her confession, Maddison seemed more shy. She didn't look at him the way she used to, and she'd sit near the back of the church rather than up front like she used to. But she kept wearing those sun dresses. He wanted her even more now if that had been possible. Knowing she was writhing in her bed, a hand between her legs, thinking of him was almost an unbearable thought. After a couple of weeks she finally approached him again, shaking his hand with a shy smile. He gave her hand a squeeze, glancing down at her glossy red lips. He pictured those lips around his cock too many times to count.

"May the Lord be with you," he murmured to her as they shook hands.

"And also with you," she replied before retracting her hand, leaving something in his palm before walking away. He slid the piece of paper into his pocket before anyone noticed and continued greeting the members of his congregation.

Later in his office he took out the note with trembling hands, unfolding it carefully and reading the cute script she'd scrawled across a torn bit of her weekly church pamphlet.

It simply said: "I have a confession". His heart pounded, was that it? That couldn't be it. She wanted him, she masturbated to thoughts of him. And that was all she wrote? After thinking for several seconds he decided it must mean that she was coming back for another confession. He put on his robes and walked back out into the sanctuary where a small line of people waited to confess their sins, Maddison sitting at the end of the line. She met his gaze and smiled.

An hour later the door to the confessional box opened and closed. He slid open the screen and she began.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned, it's been three weeks since my last confession," she said.

"May the Lord be in your heart and confess your sins with true sorrow," he replied, heart pounding in his ears. "What is on your mind, child?" There was a long silence.

"I've been a very bad girl," she replied softly. "I'm still masturbating about the man I cannot have."

He was frozen, a sheen of sweat on his brow.

"No?" he replied. He saw her form on the other side shift to her knees so she was kneeling facing him, her mouth right in front of the small slot they spoke through. Her lips were red and glossy, slightly parted.

"No," she said. "And I still want him." Father Patrick stood, his cock straining to be released. "I want to taste him, Father. I want to feel him inside of me. I want him to bless me with his seed." Father Patrick went wholly still, then he knew exactly what she wanted. He pulled his robes up and unzipped his pants.

His cock was an average length of six and a half inches. He stood at attention for her, then carefully slid his cock through the slot where her mouth was waiting for him. Of course, he finally lived his fantasy but he could barely see her. She released a shaky breath, her soft hand gently wrapping around him before kissing the tip of his cock and then her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, eliciting a deep groan from him before she continued. Sliding him and out of her mouth with ease, her tongue swirling around him.

"Father forgive me," he mumbled to himself. And after two minutes of her sliding him and out of her sinful mouth, her tongue working against him, he could no longer contain himself and he climaxed into her mouth, thrusting as deep as he could get down her throat. She drank him down and licked him clean. He pulled his cock back and tucked it away.

"Fast for three days," he said and left the box and disappeared into his office before she could emerge.

Father Patrick was a wreck with guilt for the entire week, he was sick to his stomach at the thought of breaking his vows, but he also couldn't stop thinking about Maddison's mouth, and how he wanted more of her. He wanted to bury himself in that pussy, wanted to make her scream for God to save her.

But it could wait. He prayed and prayed and asked God for a sign as to what he should do. So when he walked into his office on Friday to start planning his Sunday sermon he was surprised to find a crisp white envelope on his desk with her handwriting. He scrambled over grabbing it and tearing it open. There was a card with a watercolor cross and doves on the front, and on the inside she had written him a long note.

Father Patrick,

I have fasted for three days like you said to do and I'm feeling the light of the holy spirit cleansing me of my sins. But I also still taste you on my tongue. I know that what we did was wrong, but you haven't left my thoughts or prayers in a long time. It is like God is telling me that I belong to you, my body belongs to you. I want you to take my virginity. I knew it since I first saw you. It would be like being blessed by God himself. And to carry your child would be like to carry God's child. So if you would please call me, I'd enjoy getting to know you more personally if that is something you like as well. Before you make me a sinner again on Sunday.

God Bless,

Maddison Jacobs

Sunday couldn't come fast enough. He couldn't come fast enough, the thought of her untouched pussy wrapped around him was enough to corrupt him. He was already corrupt. After pumping his cock until he released on the card he put his cock away and got to work.

The sermons and confessionals took ages on Sunday, he couldn't look away from Maddison. She wore a virgin white cotton dress, it was short, and sleeveless perfect for church and also the summer heat. Maddison had disappeared during confession, but when he exited the booth he saw her sitting on a pew in the front row, her bare leg crossed over the other, hands folded in her lap. He hadn't called her, wanted to, but couldn't work up the nerve to. She looked up at him with large blue eyes, cheeks rosy, lips glossy. A picture of youth and innocence. He strode over to her, standing in front of her.

"I'm sorry I didn't call," he said, once he was sure that they were completely alone. "But I was very busy this weekend." She nodded in understanding. The silence between them strained.

"How old are you, child?" He should've asked before.

"Nineteen," she replied. Then before he could speak again she slid the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and let it bunch around her waist. Her long blond hair was down, and curled perfectly, but she brushed it over her shoulders so he could look at her breasts. They were plump and perky, her pink nipples hardening at the exposure to the frigid sanctuary air. Father Patrick sucked in a sharp breath, he hadn't seen a set of breasts, at least none that lovely, in years.

"I would like to take your innocence," he said. "To allow God to bless you, and so that no one else can." Her chest rose and fell, he could tell she was nervous. But she arched her hips off the pew and slid her dress down her legs and kicked it away, leaving her completely naked save for her sandals on the pew in front of him. He said nothing still, her eyes locked on him as she spread her legs, opening her beautiful pussy for him. He fell to his knees before her, she was waxed smooth, her skin smooth and creamy all over.

"May God bless this child," he murmured as he shuffled closer to her. The smell of her hitting him, his cock throbbing. "May He bring her pleasure, and love with each thrust of my hips." He placed his hands on her knees and leaned in, inhaling deeply. Her folds were slick and smelled heavily of her essence. He leaned closed, pressing a kiss to her clit, making her elicit a gasp. His hands slid up her thighs. "God Bless this child, forgive her of all wrongdoings, and bless her with this unionship." His tongue flicked out circled her clit making her moan softly. He dipped two fingers into her center feeling how wet she was before dragging them up and rubbing her clit. She arched her back, legs spreading wider for him, as if each touch was causing her pleasure. He stopped his rubbing and looked up at her.

"Yes, father?" she panted softly, he smirked.

"Pray while I make you cum," he said and buried his face between her legs, his hands on her knees to keep them spread for him. She let out a small cry of surprise as his tongue and lips began their work, sucking and circling, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

"Dear father who art in heaven," she panted, laying her hands in his thinning hair. "Hallowed be thy name." She let out a moan of pleasure. "Thy will be done, thy kingdom come-Oh!" She arched her back again. "Thy will be done as thou art in heaven." She was breathing heavily, her hands clamped tightly on his short hair. "Give us our daily breaaaadd." She elongated the word as he slipped a finger into her virgin pussy. "A-and f-forgive us our tresspasses..." She let out another moan of pleasure as his mouth and hand worked in tandem swirl and pump, swirl and pump. "A-as we forgive who trespass against us-Ah!" Her back arched sharply. "I-I'm cumming!"

"Finish the prayer then you can have your orgasm," he said against her clit. Her legs shook with effort.

"A-and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil!" Maddison rushed out and let out a loud squeal of pleasure, her whole body going rigid as her orgasm took over her, and he kept lapping at her clit and pumped his finger harder, feeling that barrier that indeed verified her purity. When she stopped convulsing he removed his finger and moved down, licking at her entrance, slurping at her sweet nectar before trailing his tongue all the way back to the top, making her jump at the sensitive area. He pulled away and looked at her, head tipped back, chest heaving as she trembled slightly. Father Patrick removed his robes so he stood only in his shirt and trousers, then he unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free. Slowly she lifted her head, taking him in.

"As gorgeous as you are, child," Father Patrick said as he began to pump his already rock hard cock. "I think it would be more comfortable if you turned around."

"Yes, Father," she said and stood carefully. She turned around, put her knees on the seat of the pew and braced her arms on the backrest. Her ass was almost as marvelous as her tits, plump and juicy but not too big. He used a knee to spread her legs further, her pussy glistening in the late afternoon sunlight.

"I haven't made love in a very long time," he said as he rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance. "I may not be able to go very slowly, child."

"Yes, Father," she repeated, her breathing still a bit shaky.

"Recite another prayer," he said and pushed her head lower so her ass stuck out more giving him better access. She was even waxed back her, every surface as smooth and soft as the day she was born. He spread her cheeks apart, eyeing her asshole. He'd never done anal before, and he wondered if he would be able to convince her to do it as well. Perhaps in the future. He imagined he might be able to get her to do lots of things; in the name of God.

"God, grant me the serenity," she began and he pushed the tip of his cock into her, she tensed. He squeezed her hips and she relaxed slightly, "To accept the things I cannot change." He eased deeper into her tight slick entrance, and she let out a small moan. "Grant me courage," she continued, "To change the things that I can. And wisdom to know the difference." He gripped her hips again and thrust hard, breaking her hymen, and buried his cock deep inside of her. She let out a whimper of pain, but he ignored her.

"Keep praying, child," he said as he began pulling out of her.

"E-enjoying one d-day at a time," she said and he thrust back into her making her cry out again. "Enjoy each m-m-moment at a time. Ac-accepting hardships as the pathway to peace-Ah!" He began a steady pace in and out of her, her virgin pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock. He tilted his head back in the thrill and ecstasy. "Taking, as Jesus did, this sinful world as it is, and not as I would have it." He began thrusting harder, letting out moans of pleasure.

"Keep going," he said and pulled out of her to drop his pants to the floor around his ankles. He plunged right back in making her cry out once more.

"Trusting that he will make all things right if I surrender to his will!" she was screaming each line of the prayer now. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her head and pulled her head back. "Oh oh oh!" she whined.

"Keep going!" Father Patrick encouraged.

"That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him!" She cried out the line, her body trembling beneath him. "Forever and the next!"

"Amen!" Father Patrick moaned out and thrusting harder and faster, his hips slapping against her ass echoing through the sanctuary.

"Amen!" she chorused. "Oh, Father! I-I-I think I-" She threw her head back again as she clenched around his cock pushing him into an orgasm of his own, the two finishing together in divine ecstasy. He slowed to a stop and Maddison slumped onto the pew, blood and his cum dribbling down her thighs. Father Patrick pulled up his pants and buckled his belt before he tugged her arm.

"Kneel before me child," he commanded, the girl was quick to obey despite their nefarious deeds, sliding to the floor and looked up at him. He fell to one knee, his hand dipping between her legs and slid two fingers into her dripping pussy, blood, semen, and her own juices came back thick on his fingers. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I bless you and this union as a gift of God." He used one finger to draw a cross on her forehead then pushed both fingers into her supple mouth. "Drink our water so that it might bless you in your journey to bear children." She sucked eagerly on his fingers. "Drink our waters so that you will always obey the Lord and his word." She grabbed his wrist, meeting his gaze she swirled her tongue around his fingers before he removed them.

"Thank you, Father," she said and bowed her head. He stood and pulled her to her feet where he placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"Be well my child, I will see you next Sunday," he said and gathered his robes before going to his office, leaving her naked and dripping in the sanctuary.