Confessions of Father Badmus

"Harder!" I yelled at the top of my voice, and in response she slammed her giant booty harder, swallowing my huge cock in her wet slippery pussy. I smacked her phat ass over and over again as I pounded from underneath, smashing her relentlessly, making her moan increasingly intense by the moments.


I am Reverend Father Badmus, virgin from birth, and dedicated to the works of God forever. I had taken an oath never to derail in the pursuit of the mission of the Christ, to never derail and to never be distracted. That promise I have kept with all my heart, until today, the Sunday that will completely redefine the rest of my life. I always have visions of myself fucking this curvy exotic woman. I must confess I have never seen her in real life, but when I close my eyes in prayers and when I sleep, I always see her in my dreams, walking naked, caressing me from head to toe, opening my robe and reaching for my cock, and fucking me in thousands and thousands of diverse styles.

"Reverend father," an altar servant interrupted.

"Yes Andrew," I returned with both hands clasped, as though praying. I had had this version in the middle of a Sunday mass. The first mass of this Sunday and now I had to close the mass after just concluding a session of fornication.

He looked further at me, waiting on me to say something, anything, at least to define what actions he should take next. He motioned to my forehead.

"Father, you are sweating," he said.

I shrugged in response, ignoring, rather motioning to the pulpit, and waiting for a reply.

"Yes father," he replied, as though understanding what that action meant. "Its time for communion," he said.

Turning to the altar I realised the entire congregation was now looking at me, and had been waiting for me. I attempted to stand, but before I could get into full standing posture I realised I had an erection. I sat back, shocked and afraid. The entire church was still waiting.

What will I do? I thought, with hands still clasped together and eyes giving the impression that something was wrong.

"I feel weak," I started at the altar servant. "Please bring the microphone."

He did without hesitation, looking concerned. I leaned forward and instantly read out some prayer points to the faithful, and without hesitation they began praying. I commanded them to close their eyes and lift their voice to the heavens, which they did. As I led them, I also engaged myself in a series of exercises and didn't stop until I lost the erection. I stood to the altar, called the prayers to a close and asked the congregants to file before the altar, and that instead of them spreading across the steps of the altar, that they kneel in a single queue to receive the communion, kneeling before me once its their turn. This I thought was a better option, and would give the impression that all the while I didn't stand from my sit, that I was in the realm of the spirits, communing with the father.

As they approached I put the bread and the wine in their mouth and let them go. But shortly into this, I felt a strange urge over power me.This wasn't the feeling of the Holy-ghost.  It so overpowered me that I felt my cock begin a fast erection, standing out and stretching to some degree larger than normal, almost forming a shape out of my robe. Instantly I commanded the church to never open their eyes; to always have their head in a bowed posture and intently seek the face of the Lord.

Nothing I did killed the erection; instead it got bigger.

"All of you," I started, ordering the altar servants. "You all must close your eyes and be one with your maker," I said, ordering that they put the elements on an altar table just beside me. As I still spoke, a wind as a result of gathering cloud and an incoming rain forced a stainless-steel plate to fall over with a loud bang. Everyone juddered.

"The Lord is here," I shouted and everyone trembled, complying with eyes closed and heads bowed, worshipping, singing and praying in unknown tongues.

I quickly continued, breathing harder and moving my legs as much as possible, in a bid to quench the erection, but nothing seemed to work.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my cock. I shrugged, falling backwards almost immediately, but before anyone noticed this I brought myself to order. Still the pain continued, not pausing or stopping for a moment. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed anything, but all including the altar servants, ushers and security men where lost in prayers and worship.

I looked down to notice what had happened and for a moment my heart stopped. There was this woman sucking my dick through my robe, and stroking it gently, she refused to let it go. Her saliva wet the robe around the cock, drowning the cotton materials of both the robe and the trouser, till she had direct contact with my penis. The dick raged harder as though wanting to burst out. She stubbornly continued, licking and stroking.

"Are you out of your mind?" I said, pushing her away from my paining cock. She refused to let go.

"Stop this nonsense," I continued ordering and persuading her, looking around to be sure I was not been watched by anyone. Still she refused.

My penis cracked against the restraining pant trouser, protruding so much it stretched my gown almost two inches outwards. I slapped my hand against her mouth, forcing her away from me. But for the first time she looked up, meeting my scared gaze with an erotic wink, at this my heart missed a heart bit.

"It is you," I whispered as I moved backwards.

Lots of thoughts flushed through my mind. This was the girl that always visited me in my visions and in my dreams. She licked her lips seductively and wouldn't stop for anything whatsoever. She rolled her hands over her chest and smushed her big breasts so much I felt my pant trouser tear just underneath the giant bulge.

"My child, please come see me after service. You have a lot of confessions to make," I anointed her, gave her bread and wine, gesturing her to go. But she refused, instead, stretching out her mouth for my cock.

"No!" I whispered with a gentle scream, loud enough for her to get the message, but too low to be heard by the faithful.

"I will not leave," she spoke for the first time since coming forward.

"But this is an open church service. You can't possibly do this in the open public and in the presence of the Lord," I started, persuading as much as I could.

"You just want to get rid of me," she continued, "you will not see me after the mass," she shot back, almost raising her voice.

"Pray harder," I raised my voice, ensuring that everyone was not aware of what played out.

I looked all over and took a glass mug that held wine and with all my might smashed it against a wall in a far distance. The entire church shrugged fearfully.

"The Lord will heal diseases and set the captives free...The Lord is hear," I ordered, admonishing them. The prayers and cries thundered.

However she forced her mouth towards my dick and sucked harder on the robe. She lifted my robe put her head in my gown and unzipped my trouser. I was shivering, encouraging the faithful with words from both scriptures and orgy. Her warm mouth swallowed all of my dick. I shouted with a loud cry as saliva enveloped my monster cock. She throbbed my cock as fast as possible, slapping the sides of my dick with her tongue, giving me the holiest blow job I have ever experienced in my life. As she throbbed, sucking my dick with her intense back and forth motion, I felt the usual feeling come over me. I was scared, watching the congregation for any one that would notice something or  motion towards the door or lift his or her eyes and uncover this sin.

Twenty minutes passed and she removed her head from under my garment.

"Father, you are a tough nut to crack," she said as her whole body soaked in sweat. As she panted from the rigorous session she just partook of, she looked back at me and said, "you already invited me for confession, please be ready to forgive my sins." At this she stood and started towards her sit, then suddenly she stopped.

"Father, I have just done something nasty. I need another communion to wash away my sins," she said, kneeling back at the altar.

Shivering, I returned my hands to the basin that had a fresh set of bread and wine, dipping some into her mouth.

After serving communion and ending the mass, I hurried back to the office, closed the door and washed off in my bathroom. I was shivering, scared and tried to say the hail Mary. Lots of thoughts buffered through my mind. What had I done, was I seen? I kept thinking and asking.

A knock happened on my door.

"Reverend Father Badmus," a gentle female voice called from behind the door.

"Father please open up, I am hear for my confession."

I hurriedly cleaned myself, changed clothes and advanced towards the door.

At the door, I met someone completely different form the girl who had turned my communion table to an orgy party. The shock threw my mouth wide open.

"I'm sorry," I started as I slowly but stylishly brought myself back to normal.

"I didn't quite get what you said," I slowly uttered, waiting for a response.

"I am here for my confession," she said, although this time around, she did with more drama.

"In case you dont know," I started ready to dismiss her, "confessions only happen on Saturday." I finished and as I closed the door, she slipped her hands through the available opening, stopping it from closing.

"Who are you deceiving?" She started with a skirmishing look, loosing the top of her shirt lustfully. I paused.

"How dare you confront a man of God"--

"Hold it," she ordered, raising her voice just in time to stop my roar.

"In case you don't know, I was exactly behind Dorah when she was sucking on the holy cock at communion!"

My heart shattered. I couldn't even utter a word afterwards. I stuttered, stammering something that didn't make any sense. I had worked hard to ensure nobody saw this happen, only for this lady to come in to my office, ready to black mail me.

"But father," she started with a sheepish smile, "Only me saw you. I looked around to make sure that nobody saw you. I even cried out aloud as though the spirit of God was on me, so that the church can tremble the more and pray harder."

"So what do you want me to do to make this secret remain a secret?" I asked, feeling my heart pound. "See, my daughter," I continued, persuading her with all my might. "I have never done this before in my life, it is the devil."

"Which devil?" She interrupted. "You have never done this in your life and your mighty cock resemble iroko tree?" She continued, taking a seductive look at my cock.

"Or didn't you know that as soon as she removed her head from your robe, your long cock came out with her also? How can you have a penis that is as fat as this and say you want to be a reverend father? ehnn?" She enquired with raised voice, slapping her hands against my already protruding cock.

"Okay," I resorted to a more appealing and persuasive approach.

"How much do you want?" I started, begging. "I will settle you, please, just tell me whatever amount you want, I believe we can settle this." I was reaching for my phone where my bank mobile app is installed.

"I said I came for confession, not your money. Please Keep that phone away." She said, and dropping off her bag, she came towards me, raised my robe and pulled down my trouser.

"Jesus," she whispered falling backwards. "Is it because you didn't see anyone to give you some good sexual loving that you joined the seminary?" She pushed me against the chair in my office and held the cock upright.

I knew she had seen nothing yet. This wasn't even my full length. I wasn't still fully erect at this. She raced back to the door and locked it behind her.

"You can't take me like this, I will tear your vagina", I started, cautioning her to take it easy. But before I could even finish that statement she had removed her clothes and was already over me.

"You go around with that?" I asked as I saw her pull out some cream to wet her pussy lips.

"You got to be prepared," she said with a faint whisper, "you never can tell what the Lord will do." At this she sat over me, spreading her thighs side ways, and descending slowly, she screamed with an emotional howl that I am sure attracted outside attention.

"Anything the matter, father," an assistant called from outside.

"Get out of her in the name of Jesus, get out now," I raised my voice as though I was conducting a deliverance session in the office.

"Amen, amen," the voice answered. At this she was slowly descended to take in the whole cock into her warm slippery pussy. The deeper she delved, the louder her moan. Her pussy in first dive swallowed my monster. I too started banging her from underneath. As I banged, she screamed, complimenting the cock with her painful moan.

"Father you need to go for confession," she started, breaking into a moan after every word she said.

"How can this be your first time of banging and you are this good?" She broke into a longer and louder moan.

"I bind you serpentine spirit, I bind you right now you spirit of darkness," I kept shouting, and still the outside kept screaming amen.

As she pounded harder on me I felt my wholeness enter into her, drowning myself in. It was at this point I felt my beast nature come to life. I lift her and almost immediately tossing her on a couch that was just a distance away from the chair we had banged on.

I turned her back to rest on the chair and almost immediately thrust my cock into her, smashing harder by the second. She moaned harder and louder, crying as she took my whole package. At some point I feared my monster cock could smash and destroy her whole internal organs. I tried pulling out gently but upon her noticing this move, screamed me into continuing. I pushed back in, even harder. I didn't know I was capable of this level of thrusting and banging. It seemed every single second I stayed longer strengthened me to go harder and harder and harder.

Second mass is about to start, I thought to myself. I must find a way to close this and go out to the faithful. I thought, still banging harder. I must find a way to cum. I must cum.

It was nearly forty five minutes and I have still not cum. I knew I had to do something really fast. I turned her over for a doggy. Her ass spread all over the place, but before I could drive my rod into her pussy, she turned over and swallowed my cock, sucking the head coarsely and stroking the sides with her hand. I felt myself slowly climax. As she fed into me I felt a certain weakness and beautiful sweet sensation pound outwards in response. My heart started racing, my cock tickled, my muscles stiffed and the veins all over my dick became bigger as straws wrapped around a pipe. I exploded in a boastful fount-like cum, sprinkling my juice all over the holy elements.

Jesus Christ, she said, licking the sperm from my cock that by now slowly shrank. I tried to rush off to the bathroom, but fell off on the chair

"Not so fast Father Badmus," she started with a sarcastic laugh. "You just released fifty litres of sperm," she exaggerated mockingly.

"Even a petrol tanker, after that kind of release has to rest a while."--

"I can't," I quickly interrupted. "My altar servants are waiting on me to begin the second mass," I continued, and rushing into the bathroom, I cleaned up. Upon return to the office she had dressed up and waited by the door for me. I was in my gown, ready for the second mass.

I opened the door. She stepped outside and knelt down. Bowing her head, she said, "thank-you Father Badmus. You have explained to me all I need to know about the word of God."

"No problems my daughter," I started, not understanding what made her perform this unrehearsed rendition, but hoping it is to hinder anyone from assuming the obvious, I played along.

"Endeavour to study the word of God. Your deliverance is permanent."

She stood and left. Fear gripped my heart.

To my right was a crowd of not less than thirty young ladies. They had been the ones shouting amen.

"Father Badmus I need prayers," one screamed from a far end.

"Father, please I need you to deliver me from the evil spirits pursuing me. Please Father," another shouted at the top of her voice, advancing towards me.

"Father," another lady started, "this must be on the basis of first come first serve. I have been here for the past three hours. I must have that communion that you gave my sister in church. Please Father give me my portion."

I couldn't believe this. Everyone knows, I thought to myself, scared. I locked the door behind me, shivering, stuttering.

My phone beamed with an alert tone. I reached for the right pocket under my robe. It was a whats-app chat. I have not seen this number before, it's not even saved on my phone, I thought to myself as I opened the chat.

It was an audio message.

One of those materials from the diocese, I thought. This isn't the time for this, I thought to myself. But on a second thought, I played it, and as soon as it played the first few seconds, I knew this was going to be the longest day of my life.

The voice in the audio message said, "this is Agnes, I just left your office. I must confess your cock is a super rocket launcher and I am not sure I can ever recover from this bombs it shot into me. By the way, I have all our conversations recorded, even the adventurous fucking that you so divinely blessed me with. Yes. That also is recorded and safe in my phone. You will be fucking me twice a week, lets call that my private confession, at my house or the place of my choosing. You disappoint me and you know what could happen if this tape goes out. The Lord be with your spirit." The tape ended. My body weakened. The phone fell to the ground.

"Reverend Father Badmus," another voice called from the bathroom. I shook, realising that i was not alone.

"Who is that?" I asked, "Who are you, show your self,"  I fearfully stammered, demanding.

From the bathroom came a tall slender but curvy girl with hips impossibly wider than her waist. her laps were inappropriately thicker than the rest of her body and the wiggly effect the laps had as she strode gallantly made my cock begin another ascent. this time around the erection climbing faster.

"Father Badmus," she started, anger slowly materialising in her voice.

"You promised me my confession, but give it to someone else."

This is the genesis of my problems, I thought to myself. The reason why the whole world wants a piece of my cock. But before I could say anything, she opened the buttons of her bra and coming outwards was her very voluptuous breasts. She knelt and opened my robe, pulled down my trouser and suck slowly my divine cock.

Part two continues by 6pm

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