Chapter by Dax

As Cain made his way back into town, Faith Olsen stood outside of the first real home she had ever known; The Catholic Convent. The old building stood firm in the cold wind, bringing a sense of warmth to Faith. Oh, how she missed this place. Memories once forgotten began to resurface, most of them good. She had been left here by her mother when she was sixteen, trained by the nuns, and eventually became one.

Now, Faith recalled her life as a Nun being very quiet, but also very boring. During her time in the convent, she had grown to desire love. Of course, not the love that Nuns could be permitted. Faith wanted to be loved sexually. And it wasn't until a young Elsa came to the convent seeking council from the kind, but strict, Father Andrew that Faith realized that she could find that love.

"Faith Olsen?"

Turning to the voice that called her name, Faith found herself beaming at the sight of Father Andrew, a strapping red-tailed buck pushing fifty, his greying fur, dull green eyes, and chipped antlers a clear sign of his age. But Faith could care less as he exuded the same amount of love and compassion as when she was a nun.

"You have come to visit your old home?" he asked her with a smile, setting aside the snow shovel he was using to clear the sidewalk to walk toward the lovely wolf who had once walked the floors of his convent. Faith smiled back at the buck.

"No," she said, "I came to confess."

Father Andrew pushed his glasses up his nose.

"I see," he replied, then led her into the convent, where many smiling faces from the Nuns she once called family greeted her. Some however didn't seem as happy to see her. But, Faith didn't blame them After all, she had committed a great sin after she met Elsa that day she came seeking council.

As Father Andrew walked toward the confession booth, he looked back at Faith who had now removed her hooded jacket. His eyes widened. She was more than beautiful. She was heavenly, but in a very natural, sinful way. Her long beautiful, goddess like hair hung softly around her shoulders. Her icy blue eyes were soft, yet pierced right through him when she looked at him. Her ruby red lips were full and pouting, inviting when she smiled. Her peach-colored fur was delicious, its silky appearance was delectable and made the buck's fingertips tingle with the want to feel how soft and silky her touch could be.

Father Andrew shook his head to get those impure thoughts out.

"You know the drill, my child," he said entering his side of the confessional.

Faith walked down the aisle and knelt between the pews, made the sign of the cross and said a quick prayer. No one was in the confessional when she walked up to it and so she went in. She knelt once again as the window opened and she made the sign of the cross.

"Forgive me, Father for I have sinned; it has been two years since my last Confession. I accuse myself of the following sins: I have cheated on my diet, lied to my mother about leaving Elsa for a man, and I continually have impure relations since I am swinger. I have many lovers. Sometimes I even bring home a stripper from the Moonlight Howl when my wife isn't home to tend to my needs. I do not feel shame for these things, but my old faith tells me I should. I am confused and feel that if God didn't want me to think or do these things he wouldn't have given me the ability to know them, he wouldn't have made my body the way it is and the ability to feel the beauty and passion of desire. And I don't believe it is the devil testing me. God is the one who made my body, he gave me the abilities and the feelings my body has when I am touched."

Father Andrew smiled.

"Are these all your sins, my child?"

"No." She whispered. "I-I have been having impure thoughts of seducing a handsome gentleman I know."

This made him uncomfortable, but in a very exciting way.

"God forgives you, but wash any impure thoughts from your mind, my child. God wants you to be pure."

"But I don't want to wash them away. I want to act on them. I want to make them more than thoughts."

He shifted again and cleared his throat.

"My child," he spoke softly.

"The Devil has worked his evil on many people. In order to help you, please tell me these thoughts you have."

Faith crossed herself again.

"To do that, I must tell you why I desire these thoughts of this man I want."

Father Andrew sighed.

"Tell me about it," he said.

Faith smiled.

"He has gentle eyes like eyes like Sam O'Brian," The peach-furred she-wolf crossed her hands in her lap.

"When I first saw his eyes was when it was ladies night at Moonlight Howl five years ago. He was incredibly hot. His body was like a Greek god and his voice was simply sexy. He showed me a new way to have an orgasm. I was a bit surprised when he unfastened the button of my jeans, tugging the zipper its full length in the process. I gave in instantly and pulled back just far enough to grant him access to my waist and he slipped them down my legs until my jeans were wrapped around my ankles. As I stepped out of them, he ran his hands up and down my ass."

"Sounds like you cheated on Elsa," Father Andrew said shifting slightly in his seat.

"Oh, no, Father," Faith said.

"Elsa was the one who set us up. Anyways, with my pussy only inches away from his face, he pulled me back to his hungry mouth and planted his lips firmly over my pussy, running his tongue down my slit until he found my clit. I moaned in response to his search. 'Amazing, yes! Lick me Sam!' I growled lustfully. As he pulled me even closer with his growing need to taste me, I almost fell on top of him. The more Sam explored my pussy, the further apart I spread my legs, making my pussy available to him. I recognized that my need was as great as his. Without another word, Sam acknowledged my want. In no time flat, we were completely naked and I fell onto the couch, landing on my back with my legs open as an invitation to my first male lover to take me any way he wanted. He fell between my thighs, landing on my stomach with his mouth once again clamped over my wet pussy. His tongue searched for my clit. He licked and sucked it until it stood proud and firm. Taking it into his mouth, he clamped his lips around my clit while reaching up with his hand to squeeze and tease my breast and nipples and using his other hand to begin fingering my pussy."

Father Andrew felt his dick staring to get a little stiff at hearing Faith's tale.

"His finger slid right into my wet pussy with almost no resistance and it was joined by another finger. I responded by lifting my legs up and over his shoulders, effectively pinning him to my hungry crotch. I raised my hips in an effort to pull his tongue deeper into my pussy. The second he licked my entrance, I convulsed upward until our only contact with the couch was my shoulder blades and his knees. Soon my breathing became faster and shallower and my pussy grasped at his fingers as my first orgasm began to radiate all through my body. He curled his fingers to tickle the ridges of my pussy, searching for my G-Spot. Seconds later, I tensed my whole body and began to tremble as the orgasm washed over me. I screamed as I went over the top and a warm gush of my juices flowed into his palm which he immediately lapped up with his tongue.

"Afterward, I knew I wanted more," she says.

"I didn't feel shame even after he was gone."

"So, this man you want is because of his eyes?" Father Andrew asked.

"No, I also want this man because I know he can be a good fuck like Mayor Winston Lewis."

"What?" gasped the Father.

"Yes," Faith replied.

"I gave my virginity to him. When I was at the community pool, he cornered me in the shower room, but I guess that was my fault because I had been teasing him with my new bikini. The thought of his cock in me set my juices flowing. With a slow rhythm, I began rocking against his cock, feeling it harden just a little more with each stroke of my slit along its length. Within moments it was coated with my juices and hard as a rock. I could feel it searching for my entrance and I lifted my leg to grant him access. Winston probed my crotch until his cockhead slipped inside my hot, wet pussy and then slowly began to bury his cock deeper and deeper. I swung my legs up and away from his, allowing him to penetrate me to the full depth of my pussy and then groaned in delight of my pussy being speared fully. Winston fucked me harder and a second later he shot a massive stream of hot cum deep inside me, slashing against my cervix, hard enough to push me over the top and into a climax. I gasped desperately and then screamed loudly as my orgasm shot through me. It was the best feeling there was as his cum sprayed me again and again, blasting several hard ropes into me. My pussy walls gripped and grabbed his cock, milking the cum out of his balls. He drove his cock as far up my pussy as possible and held it there until every drop of cum had been expelled into me."

"Gracious child," Father Andrew said.

"Not only that, I also want this man because he probably is into some really kinky and perverted fetishes-"

"You needn't be so graphic with your confessions, child," he interrupted.

"I'm sorry father, I will try to be less detailed," she says with a smile.

"I've been having sex with my step-son Roy, and his strange fetishes started to rub off on me. One thing he would do was pee on me after having hot anal sex with him. Elsa doesn't know about this, but I'm sure she would love to watch. I wouldn't feel so bad now if I didn't enjoy it as much as I did, father."

Father Andrew could no longer stand this. It seemed like Faith was doing this just to turn him on.

"That's enough, child. I'm having trouble hearing all of this."

"But I'm nowhere near finished, father," Faith protested.

"For I must confess that the man I want is you."

"You want… Me?" Father Andrew asked in total disbelief. Suddenly the door on his side opened and he saw her standing there. Her blue eyes seemed to lighten up the dim booth. He stood suddenly and started to open his mouth to protest. She stepped into the confessional, closed the door behind her and put her finger to his lips to quiet him.

"I have thought about this often. I know you have always desired me, even when I was a Nun. I can always hear it in your voice. Feel it radiating from you. You are a very handsome buck, and I know this isn't acceptable to your faith...I came today only to show you that committing sin is completely normal. Sin with me Father. I know God sees all, but we are called to love in every way possible."

He started to open his mouth again to protest.

"Stop! you're wrong to do-" but she stopped him as her lips met his quickly, hungrily, passionately. His pants already were bulging from her confession and now were so tight against him it hurt. She felt it against her leg as she pressed herself against him while kissing him. At first, he seemed too shocked to move, to kiss back, to push her away. Suddenly he was kissing her back. His mind continued to say no, but his body was not listening any longer. His heart was not hearing it.

She felt the shift in his thoughts course through her like a jolt. She continued to kiss him as she pressed him against the wall. Pressing her body so hard against him you'd think she was trying to become him. He kissed her hungrily as if he was starving, and then she realized he was. His heart and soul, his body was starving to be touched. Everything about him was so overwhelming.

The hardness against her inner thigh was pressing into her with such force she shivered against him. As she kept kissing him she took her hand and reached out for his. With her fingers intertwined in his, she led his hand up her skirt, sliding the fabric up her thigh, letting him feel her skin smoothly sliding under his fingertips. The higher up he got, the warmer her skin became. He could feel heat radiating from between her thighs...he felt moisture on the skin. He stopped letting her move his hand and pulled his face from her's.

She smiled at him softly and said, "Trust me. It's okay."

She leaned her face towards his again and kissed him as she started moving his hand up her thigh again. His fingertips felt her smooth peach fur around her lips...the moisture dripping from her like honey. As he was breathing her in, he couldn't stop thinking about how he shouldn't be doing this, but he was so enlightened by it.

God have mercy on her, God have mercy on me, Father Andrew prayed as his sinful lust for Faith became stronger by the second. She led his fingers up her lips, stroking them softly, up and up...until she was pressing his fingertips into clit. She gasped loudly and deeply in his mouth. She whispered breathlessly,

"Sin, Father. Feel the beauty of pleasure as you slide your fingers into my pussy."

He began to do so as he felt her thrust her hips to him. Her clit felt like a hot, little, wet button sliding between his fingers. Feeling the desire and passion flow through her and into him, his cock pulsed and twitched. She began to grind herself against his hand and he felt the juices flow from her even more. She leaned into him and pressed her lips against his ear, breathing into it deeply.

"That's right. Slide them in slowly at first...feel my body language. You'll know what to do if you follow your instincts."

Father Andrew slid his fingers down her lips and spread them open. She was so wet, his fingers found the opening easily and slid two in with ease. She tightened around his fingers and let out a long, deep sigh. He began exploring her with his fingers. He was fascinated and desired her even more. He kissed her neck as her hair fell around his face. He smelled her. Her warmth. Her sex. Her sweet scent that he always smelled even from the other side of the window. He soaked her in. All of her. He never wanted the moment to end. Didn't want to think about what this could mean, what wrong he could be doing against his vows, his church...his God.

Fuck it. I'm a man who has needs and I know God forgives, He thought shaking off those thoughts and focused on her body again, on the feeling he had wrapped around his fingers. He began sliding them in and out of her, pumping his long, slim fingers in and out of her. He knew he was doing the right thing because he felt her body shake and her breath quicken. She even reached up and grasped his antlers. He saw the look on her face, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Suddenly she clinched his fingers so tight, it almost hurt and he felt her body become stiff and her mouth open wide with a small moan flowing out. And then it came. The flood between her legs. Juices flooding in his palm and running down her legs. He was amazed and enthralled. Once he felt her body relax she pulled away from him with excitement but relaxation in her eyes.

"How did I do for fingering my first pussy?" he asked her.

Faith looked at Father Andrew and answered him.

"Good, but we are just getting started."

She kissed him again and then slowly went to her knees. She looked up at him with a devious smile and said, "Forgive me Father, I am about to sin."

She reached up to his belt and began to undo it as he stood there with a shock on his face, but not stopping her. She pulled his pants to his ankles and then hooked her fingers into his underwear as she looked up at him again. He had that look of anticipation and wonder all over his face and she loved it. It was sexy. She could break him if she wanted to, but she wanted to teach him instead. Mold him into the perfect lover. It was so wrong, but so very right as she looked into his eyes.

She pulled down his underwear and slowly moved her eyes forward and saw his thick, hard, 13-inch-long cock spring from beneath the fabric and into her face. She smiled and opened her mouth for her tongue to slither out. She licked the tip, lapping up his precum into her mouth. Sweet, salty...delicious...just as she imagined many times. His cock twitched as she did this, bouncing and tapping at the tip of her tongue. A smile came over her eyes as she played with the head, flicking the underside of the head tip with her tongue. He moaned softly as she felt the head expand across her tongue. This caused her to lose control and she wrapped her lips around the head quickly and began sucking. Taking more of him in her mouth, little by little each moment. He thought he was going to pass out he was so excited. He felt pressure building in his cock, so much he felt impatient, desperate and urgent in a way. She began sliding him in and out of her mouth slowly, from the tip all the way down to the base of his shaft, her bulging throat enclosing around his head as she swallowed him whole. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft, up and down as she sucked his cock. Without realizing it he had moved his hand to her head and grabbed a hand full of hair in his fingers to guide her speed and her rhythm.

"Forgive me, Faith. But I have to do this."

Looking up, he started praying.

"God in Heaven look down upon us. Show me the way, that I might give this slut the best fuck in her life!"

Faith was shocked by this, but enjoyed it immensely. She tightened her lips around him, sucking him with more hunger, feeling his cock pulse, expand and grow in her mouth and throat. She soon realized he was close and slowed down until she had stopped and kissed the head of his cock as she looked up at him.

"Let this slut lead you down the path of sinful pleasures, Father."

Faith smiled as she stood back up quickly and kissed him deeply. He stood there looking at her with question as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her busty breasts out of her bra for him to see and feel. He reached up and cupped them, sliding his thumbs over the nipples that were already hard and sensitive. She shivered as she pulled up her skirt around her waist and pulled him to her. She felt his beautiful, hard cock slide between her legs and tickle her clit and lips. She kissed him again as she lifted one leg and wrapped it around him. She felt the tip of his head press against her opening. She kept kissing him as he held her leg up and then she lifted the other to wrap completely around him. He realized what she was doing and helped lift her weight and wrap her around him.

Looking into his eyes, Faith said, "Make love to me. Put yourself inside me and fill me up. I need to feel you inside me. Feel you become a part of me. It's beautiful and nothing like it in this world. Take and sin with me...now."

He slowly lowered her onto his cock as he felt her warm, wet, beautiful pussy wrap around him. She helped him lift her weight up and down, both of them holding on for life. Never wanting to let go, never wanting to stop. She felt even more amazing, interesting and wonderful inside like this. He was in paradise. Ecstasy. He felt like this was where he belonged and had been missing for so long. Her hair surrounded his face. Its soft, feathery tickle all over his face and neck. She let her head fall back as he took her breast in his mouth. Playing with the nipples with his teeth and tongue. Her skin was sweet and salty. He loved the rough feeling of her nipples on the tip of his tongue. He loved the taste of her skin.

"When I have a baby from my step-son, Roy, I'll come back to let you enjoy my life-giving milk from my breasts," Faith moaned, holding his head to keep him latched onto her tit. She moaned softly in his ear as she tightened around his cock...feeling him pump in and out of her. The rhythm becoming more desperate and speeding up. The pressure building up inside of her and inside of him. Such an intense feeling he couldn't stand it, but loved it all in one. Suddenly she tightened so hard at the base of his cock and sliding up as if to milk his cock and he felt it again. The flood of warm juices flowing down his cock and his legs. She was growling in his ear and it sent him over the edge as he felt the pressure explode and he came, his cum spilling into her and hitting the back of her pussy with such force it made her come again. He fell back against the wall and almost dropped her and fell to his knees. He caught himself and she pulsed around him, milking him. He stood there for a moment, holding her up around him as they caught their breath and felt the orgasm subside. They kissed each other deeply as he slowly lifted her off of his cock and she dropped her legs for her feet to touch the ground.

"I'll see you at your next confession Faith," he smiled, but then said, "on your knees."

Faith did as she was told.

"You were right, I do have a fetish," he stated. Faith gasped as Father Andrew then proceeded to pee all over her breasts. Then he let that last of his golden shower go all over her face. When he was down, Faith was soaked, but knew where the showers where. So, the two of them gathered their cloths and left. It was a good thing that all the Nuns had gone outside to get some air before Father Andrew and Faith committed their sin in the confession booth.

After the shower they both straightened themselves up and kissed deeply again. After she pulled away he looked into her eyes and said, "God bless you...go in peace, my child."

Faith smiled, "Thank you, Father."

She made the sign of the cross and slowly walked to the pews as if nothing just happened. Knelt down and said a prayer. Thanked God for her the Sacrament of Penance and walked out of the church. After that, Father Andrew knew that there were a ton of girls who could use some time in confession. So, he pulled out his phone.

"Hello, Eve Lewis. When was your last confession?" he asked, his dick already getting hard.