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Sin* My name is Michael and I am a servant of God. This was not how I imagined my life when I was a young man. Clara. Clara was her name. Beautiful Clara. We were like oil and water as children. As teenagers we were inseparable. By the time we hit twenty we had always felt like we were born to be together, forever. I scraped together what money I had and bought her the nicest ring I could afford. She thought it was beautiful. I put it on her finger and we kissed on the rooftop of my apartment building as the sun was setting. Everything was falling into place like the ending to a romantic Hollywood movie, except we were just only beginning our lives. Beautiful Clara. I was such a fool. Behind my back, my precious Clara had other plans. How much of it was her and how much of it was my best friend Billy's doing, I will never know. How long had it been going on? I will never know that either. One day I woke up to an empty apartment with only a short note about how she could not live the rest of her life thinking she took the easy route. The safe route. That she was moving to the city with Billy and that she just couldn't hurt me anymore. She told me to not attempt to contact her and that she wished me well. And just like that, my Beautiful Clara was gone and I was left trying to steer my boat down choppy waters without a rudder. I turned to God and to my church to lift me out of my misery. As a child, I had been an altar boy and always helped at Sunday masses. I knew all of the priests in our parish and was very close to Father Nathan. He guided me through that devastating time until I felt like I could survive. Until I felt like I could live without Clara. He talked to me about a life of celibacy and told me the joys of the priesthood. He wrote to a seminary and I was accepted in. For the next several years, I studied hard every day and graduated with a bachelor?s degree in philosophy and then finished with my masters in theology. I was then ordained to a medium sized parish in? well, where my parish is located isn't important? As you might have guessed by now this story is my own confession. I hope you forgive me for leaving out some details. Confession. Confession was my favorite thing about being a priest. Don't look so shocked. It's your priest's favorite as well. We take great Bağcılar escort bayan delight in hearing all the naughty things you do. By the time that this story takes place I had been doing all of the confessions and helping with the daily masses. We had also welcomed some new young sisters into our congregation who were teaching religion classes at the church's private school. I was overseeing them as well. This is where all my troubles started. A young student named Alice had been coming to the church after school to wait for her parents who were always hours late to pick her up. She was a very curious and? adventurous girl. The stories she would tell me at confession had been making my mind wander into dangerous territories. So much so that I felt like I needed to do my own penance after I absolved her of her sins. I know I shouldn?t have been having these feelings but the vestments I wore cannot control the mind. Beautiful Alice. She looks just like she could be my Clara's daughter. She?s the spitting image of her. She's seventeen, but very mature. Very mature, that's what I would tell myself. Alice was slender with blonde shoulder-length curls that would ever so slightly bounce as she walked. She had eyes that looked grey in the sun and green in the shade. They were breathtaking. Her white button down uniform shirts always looked one size too small and the view of her perky little breasts peaking out of the slits between her buttons never failed to get my imagination running wild. It was also clear that no one ever taught her how to sit like a lady as it was rare a day went by that I didn't know what color and style underwear she wore under her red plaid skirt. If you didn't know her like I did you would think she had the sweetest way about her. It was a mock innocence that no longer fooled me. She was far from a lost cause though and I believed that I could help her to be a nicer girl then she had been. This is why I?m a priest. I help troubled souls. I believed Alice, sexy little Alice, was troubled. Most people come to confession once a week; some come once a month. Not Alice. Alice would confess to me almost every day after school. Of course I would stop anything I was doing to help her alleviate some of the heaviness she felt in her Escort Arnavutköy soul. We would never do confession in the confessional box. She liked to talk to me face to face. Her confessions started out pretty standard for a girl of her age. Dishonoring her parents by not listening to them, little white lies here and there, stealing some makeup. Things like that. It took some time before she started revealing some of the darker aspects of her behavior but when she did? that is all her confessions became. I felt like she would make up some of these things just to have something to tell me about. It made her horny to tell me these things and she knew what I did with these images she put in my head everyday. I felt like she could hear every time I swallowed or adjusted in my seat to try and conceal my erection in my perfectly quiet quarters when she would tell me about her latest sin. One time she told me she had sex with several boys at a party she had snuck out to attend. She told me that they finished by standing over her and cumming on her exposed breasts and open mouth. She dropped her head and mentioned that some of their cum even landed on the crucifix she always wore around her neck. She told me how they continued to invite her over for other 'parties' but when she got there she would be the only girl there and within a matter of minutes she was on her knees with a dick in her mouth and several hands removing her clothing. I made her promise that she?d not continue having sexual intercourse in this manner. I told her she needed to start acting like a good, catholic, young lady. She said she would stop having sex with those boys but she couldn't look me in the eye when she did so. She admitted that the first time she ever had a sexual experience was with her friend, Samantha, who was in her same religion class. I made a mental note to have Samantha come to confession as well? She told me how she and Samantha had this special place on the grass by some very dense hedges behind the church. The hedges kept them well hidden from everyone the entire lunch hour. They would go back there and practice kissing. Then over time, kissing became touching. Then touching became licking. Soon enough, she and Samantha would go back there to eat each other's Avcılar escort pussy to orgasm almost every day. They were only ever caught once, by the old mumbling groundskeeper who just stood and watched them as he jerked off on the other side of the hedges. She told me how at first they were frightened he would expose their activity but were relieved when he just stood and watched them. He would come back to watch them every so often. A small price to pay for his silence. Before the lunch hour would end they would go to the other side of the hedges to see if they could spot where he had came. It was a game of who could spot it first. She told me how her mother's boyfriend looked for her for an entire hour after school while she was with me during one of her confessions. She detailed how mad he was and that instead of going to her mother's house he took her directly to his place. He ordered her to lay over his lap on the couch. He lifted her skirt and slid her panties down to her knees. He spanked her repeatedly, with growing intensity the more she whimpered. He also slipped his hand down to feel the wetness between her legs and used it to coat his finger before pushing it against her asshole until she unclenched and let it slip in. She squirmed in her seat as she described to me how much she liked that feeling. How he moved his finger in and out of her asshole as she humped her crotch into the underside of his hard dick that remained in his pants until she heard him groan and felt him buck into her. She told me how he showed her that bad little girls need to be taught a lesson and made her lick his finger clean before he pulled her panties back up and drove her to her mother's house. Every day it was stories like this. Whether they were true or not had not mattered to me. Toward the end of it all, during confession, she had began trying to tempt me into having sex with her. She would say that she fantasized that I?d leave the church and we?d get married. I tried to keep her off the topic of us having a future together. I was such a foolish man. So so foolish, but what man could resist hearing these tales from a young sexy girl like Clara? I mean, Alice. I was only human. I knew I should have probably sent her to one of the other priests in my parish, however, I just could not get over my fascination with her. My obsession. She looked so much like Clara, my one true love. She was so vibrant and young. Maybe young enough to change and not break the heart of a good man like my Clara did to me. Even though she had done very wicked and naughty things I do believe her soul could be saved.