I’ve always loved God and the church. And I’ve never been in a position where I have doubted my devotion to God and the church. I loved my career as a priest and I loved helping the church. Ever since I was in my twenties I have always loved helping the church. I never really wanted to be a priest but I loved God and the church and plus I was born into a Catholic home. When I finally became a priest and vowed to remain celibate, it was a difficult decision for me. Never to have sex again or look women with pure lust, at the end it was worth it.
I got transferred from the church where I serve to West Virginia to continue serving God while leading teenage girls to Christ in a Catholic all girls boarding school. At first I hated the idea. I had to leave home and travel all the way to West Virginia. It was a new beginning for me. At the school, the sisters and the students were nice. They were helpful and were always assisting me when I needed help.
But there was a problem, I was a good looking man. 29 years old and when I was in the world I always had my ways with women. Serving in this school, some of these students were little flirts. They would smile at me and giggle when I teach them. I’ve always had self control so I knew how to handle their lust. I kept on praying for Grace to continue doing God’s work and God answered, well or so I thought till that fateful day she walked through the double doors.
One glance at her, my heart beat against my chest. She was petite, short, shy, obviously an introverted girl. I could already imagine she’s a virgin. Even if she wasn’t, she had little to no experience with men. Her maroon colored hair was packed in a ponytail as she fitted her wide hips into a long flare skirt matched with a short sleeve buttoned shirt. In a hideous skirt like that, I still could tell she was heavenly made. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. For four years I was able to conceal my canal thoughts with jerking off sometimes and it always worked. But seeing this beautiful maroon woman for the first time, I doubted my faith.
I wanted her. All of her. I wanted to touch her, to feel her. To have my hands all over her body while I kissed her golden skin. I wanted to be inside of her and it was a little disturbing to think about but I couldn’t help myself.
Three days after she came, I found out her name was Angela. She was truly an angel without doubts. She was from England, with her beautiful sexy British accent. She barely talked, hardly ever kept eye contact with me or anyone at all. I was curious about her, I wanted to know her. I wanted to know why she came to an all girl’s boarding school in West Virginia. I wanted to be with her and it was scary, I was already willing to give up what I’ve worked for to be with her.
I vowed to stay away from her after the third day. I prayed to God, confessed my canal thoughts to God and promised him I would stay away from Angela. And I did. It was hard but I did. At night I always thought about her. About her being naked and sweaty underneath me as I slide my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Definitely she would be reluctant at first but would give in. Every midnight when I have these thoughts, I always dreamt about it. Dreamt about fucking Angela. I would wake up, pray, spray the holy water and pray again. This was harder than I thought.
It’s been over a month since Angela walked through those big double doors. Like I imagined, she had no friends and always kept to herself. In my spare time, I always watched her through my office window as she sat on the courtyard every other day as she read. It was on Friday and Angela was sitting on the courtyard by herself with a book in her hand. She was dressed in the school’s uniform. Tight white buttoned down shirt that cupped her perky tits. They weren’t big, but they were an handful size. And her knee length plaid shirt. It was a little big but it looked good on Angela. Too indulged in her book, Angela unknowingly spread her legs a little. I caught a glimpse of her baby pink panties and I swallowed.
Fuck…
I wasn’t supposed to be staring at the naive girl’s nether regions but I couldn’t help it. I could see her thighs and as I watched her from my office window all I wanted to do that minute was slide her panties to the side as I tasted the goodness between her legs.
” Angela!” Sister Abigail yelled, snapping Angela from her reading frenzy. Sister Abigail stood in front of Abigail blocking my view as I watched her cover Angela’s legs.
Shit!
Before I could get caught, I quickly moved away from the window. I didn’t know what kind of explanation I was willing to give for getting caught staring at Angela’s privates.
On Mondays, I teach the senior students-Angela’s class-Christian studies. There were times I’ve caught Angela staring at me while I taught them. One fateful Monday morning while I was teaching the girls. I talked to them about God’s love for his children. I talked about God’s undying love for us and how he always listened whenever we called his name. As I talked, I felt someone’s eyes on me. It was unsettling because I knew it was one of these little flirts. Sometimes I wished it was Angela staring at me instead of these girls who would do anything to fuck me just to brag about it to their friends. The look was too much so I turned around and my eyes met Angela’s eyes. My heart beat against my chest hard as she shyly looked away.
Holy shit. She’s been staring at me the whole time? Has she finally noticed me? I’ve spent the past months watching her and staring at her. Did she just notice me too? Or was she staring at me because she suspected I was staring at her opened legs the other day on the courtyard as she read.
Whichever one it is, I’m fucked. I ended the lecture and the girls raised their hands to ask questions. I answered their questions and finally, I gathered my things to leave, with Angela’s beautiful green eyes on my body.
Good God, give me the grace to stay away from Angela, because I was one step away from bending her over my office desk and fucking her.
On Saturday, I was at the confessionals reading my Bible as I tried to meditate. As usual it was hard. Ever since Angela came to this school, everything became difficult for me. I started having doubts. Doubts about everything. My faith, my calling, God, and everything. She was driving me insane. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, at the same time I felt someone slipped into the other side of the confessional. Someone who was there to confess.
” Bless me father, for I have sinned against man and God.” That familiar voice said. Angela. Angela was at the other side of this window and mere thinking about it made my dick excited.
” Say after me. In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit.” I said to her, Angela repeated after me.
” And when was your last confession?” I asked.
” About a year ago.” She answered.
” Hmm.” A year. I wondered what she confessed about a year ago. Was it about a boy? The guy who took her virginity?
” Before we start, I’d like you to know God doesn’t judge. Whatever thing you’ve done, he’s willing to take you right into his arms. All you have to do is drop your worries at his feet.”
I heard a quiet sob on the other side. Is she crying?
I nearly got up from my seat to go to the other side just to confront her.
” You don’t have to cry.” I said soothingly.
” I don’t know if God will be able to forgive me for what I have done.” There’s sadness in her voice as she spoke.
” Why don’t you go right ahead and confess your heart out?”
Angela took a deep breath. I’m guessing she’s not aware I know it’s her.
” I did something bad five days ago.”
On Monday? The day I taught them. Now I was more curious to know what she did.
” Go on.”
” I had these dirty thoughts about someone.” She muttered.
I squirmed in my seat. Who did she have these dirty thoughts about? Is it a boy? Her boyfriend that was out there?
” And who did you have these dirty thoughts about?”
” It’s a man.” I swallowed at her response. She had dirty thoughts about a man. Her boyfriend. Obviously. My throat was dried as I thought about another man’s hand all over her, groping her where I should be groping her.
I cleared my throat silently.
” And what exactly were these thoughts?”
” I can’t say it. It’s bad.”
” Don’t hold back. If you want God to enter into your heart and purify it, you should pour out your feelings. What was the thought about?”
” I…” She trailed off.
” It was a canal thought. I haven’t done it in a while and I just… I thought about him that night as I slid my hand past my skirt, into my panties and then I touched myself.”
Shit. I couldn’t help but visualize it. I imagined her small hand inside her panties as she rubbed her clit. For God’s sake, I was hard as a rock. This was fucked up. I stayed quiet, trying as much as possible not to get out of here to the other side of the window just to have Angela on her knees and my dick in her mouth. But then her words crossed my mind. She thought about her boyfriend as she touched herself. I was jealous, furious. I wanted to be the one she thought about as she touched herself.
” Father. Are you there?”
” Was he your boyfriend?” I asked.
” What?”
” The man you thought of as you touched yourself. Was he your boyfriend?” I asked. She was quiet. I’m guessing she was thinking about telling me or not.
” Your secret is always safe with God.” Through the lattice, I could see her shadow as she squirmed.
” No.” She admitted. If it wasn’t her boyfriend, then who?
” If it isn’t your boyfriend, then who did you think about?”
” You father. I thought about you as I touched myself.” She rushed out.
Holy fucking Christ. The girl I’ve always wanted thought about me as she stroked her clit! That was the most beautiful news I’ve heard in a long time. Now I was more than hard. I palmed my dick through the slacks I was wearing. I tried not to give myself hope. What if she was fucking with me?
Making sure I heard her right, I asked again.
” You thought about me?” I asked, trying so much to conceal my excitement.
Angela drew in a deep breath.
” Yes father.” She answered.
I breathed in sharply and whispered underneath my breath. “Fuck.” God I hope she didn’t hear that.
” Then why did you regret it?” I asked.
” Because… because I shouldn’t have. It was wrong and you are never gonna look at me that way.”
What a naive little thing. If she knew how many times I’ve stroked my dick to sleep while thinking of her.
” Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy rubbing your clit as you thought about me?” I asked her. This was no longer a confession anymore. This was something dangerous. I was playing a dangerous game with her.
Angela didn’t reply. I was impatient.
” Don’t be shy with me now Angela.” I said.
She gasped silently. ” You know it’s me?”
” Yes. And don’t be shy. Just tell me if you enjoyed it. Did you like touching yourself?”
She sighed. ” Yes, father.”
Shit!
” What did you think about? Did you think about my cock sliding in and out of your warm little cunt? Did you imagined my fingers were the ones fucking you instead of yours? Did you wish it was a reality?” I asked.
Through the small lattice window, I saw Angela’s shadow move. She was horny and didn’t know how to react. Now I just wanna see what her pussy looked like. Was she the clean shaven kind or the type that leaves little curly hair on top of her vulva. Were her pussy lips pink or red? I needed to know.
” Answer me, Angela.” I almost growled like an animal.
” Yes.”
” Would you like me to tease your cunt with my fingers while I taste you?” I asked her.
She was moving and squirming on the other side and I could hear her trying to quiet down her whimpers. She was touching herself.
” Oh my God, father, yes please.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was hard as a rock and I needed to be inside Angela or I was going to lose my mind. I needed to feel her warm pussy wrapped around my cock as she begged me to corrupt her. I stood up and stepped out of the confessional as I walked to the other side. Just like I pictured, Angela was touching herself. She blushed and stopped as she looked anywhere else but me.
” Stand up and come here.” I commanded. She obeyed.
I stood still and started to unbuckle my belt. Angela stared at my movement. I tossed the belt aside and unbuttoned my pants. I pulled down the zipper and brought out my dick. Angela was impressed even though she barely showed it. She was shy as she squirmed. This must be the first time she’s seen an impressive dick or maybe her first time to see a manhood in general. I smirked devilishly.
” I’m gonna fuck your mouth and you’re gonna beg me for more ” I told Angela.
” Please…” She shyly begged for my dick.
” On your knees.” I commanded.
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To be continued.