Confessions of a nympho [F] from a Catholic town

I grew up in a catholic suburb with super controlling parents and when I was a teenager, I fucked my way through a loooot of men I shouldn’t have (clergy, married, fathers of friends etch. So I have a ton of stories, and I’ll start with this one, need to get this off my chest. ;)
One day we got a new priest in town, a ridiculously hot and younger guy. I instantly had a massive crush on him and wasn’t shy about it. We’ve been clearly into each other for a while, you know, I’d stare up in his eyes while I was on my knees, licking and sucking on his fingers when he fed me the body of Christ during communion, he’d stare at my during service…

This went on for a while and one day, I went to his office to ‘study’ some religious history. I wore a short little black skirt, just for him – I kept the overknees from my school uniform on as well. When I entered his office, I mustered up all of my courage and locked the door, his eyes already darkened with something dangerous and I felt my pussy tingle already. I then sat on his desk, right in front of him and took off my panties, which surprised him: I pulled up my little skirt and opened my legs for him to see all of me, I was so turned on by his power and authority. I could see his massive cock getting hard unter his pants, he wanted me as much as I’ve been wanting him. I could see him fighting with himself but I kept pushing him to give in to temptation: I started to unbutton my shirt so he could see my hard nipples and with the other hand I slowly pushed three fingers into my dripping pussy. He couldn’t take it anymore and before I knew it, his warm tongue was licking me and my God, was he into it. He pinned me down on his desk, cock pushing against me through his pants but he wanted to finish what he started first. I’ve never felt a tongue like his again, he knew exactly what he was doing to me and I must’ve cum at least four times before he finally pushed into me. We both almost literally exploded with ecstasy and went at it for hours, I was shocked that nobody heard us or needed to come to his office aside from me. First we were on his desk, then against it, then on his chair, moved over to his fireplace, then right under his cross that hung on his wall – I held Jesus’ gaze while my priest pounded me into oblivion, the irony was delicious.

After that, we decided to repeat our ‘study sessions’ once or twice a week, more than that would’ve been too suspicious. Those are some of my favorite memories, I actually had to stop mid-writing to go and masturbate, that’s how hot this still gets me

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w9oq1w/confessions_of_a_nympho_f_from_a_catholic_town

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