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   Confession is Good for the Soul

   Missy was going to confess her incest, but what happened after she
returned home changed her mind.  She would tell about that instead.  It
covered most of the things the Devil was making her do.  She was glad the
young Father Murphy was her confessor.

   "Forgive me Father for I have sinned."

   Father Murphy smiled at the familiar sound of Missy's voice.

   "It has been two months since my last confession.  I'm afraid, Father,
that I've been very naughty.  I have these... these physical needs, Father.
Often times I...  I touch myself in a sinful manner."

   Father Murphy smiled.  He had heard these types of confessions many
times.

   "Go on, my child.  Don't be afraid to tell me all about it."

   "Well, as you know my parents and brother are in Europe but I had to
stay behind because of college.  Anyway, Tuesday morning a big handsome
black man came to work in the yard.  When I invited him inside for a drink
of water my body reacted in a sinful manner.  I stared shamelessly at his
rippling, sweaty muscles.  My knees trembled.  I could feel a churning in
my loins.

   "Father, I lusted for this stranger.  I wanted him sexually.  I was
possessed.  He was looking at me with desire in his eyes.  Then he took off
his shirt and trousers.  I trembled as I stared shamelessly at his powerful
and sweaty body.  A huge black snake dangled between his legs.  I never
knew a man could be so large without being aroused.

   "Rather than scream for help, I recklessly tore off my blouse and
stepped out of my shorts.  His eyes boldly scanned my naked body with lust.
I felt no shame.  Instead I felt only passion."

   Father Murphy now had a big problem under his robe.  He reached down to
adjust himself and slowly rubbed his fingers over the growing hardness.

   "Father, I must have been possessed by the Devil himself.  I dropped to
my knees and touched him...  there.  He grew bigger and bigger until my
fingers no longer fit around his manliness.  I put my lips to the large
mushroom shaped tip and let it slide into my mouth."

   Father Murphy freed his own manhood and slowly stroked himself under his
robe.

   "He was so big I almost choked.  His hands grabbed my head and pushed
deeper.  A terrible pressure was building in my tummy.  I put a hand
between my legs and rubbed my quivering sex.  With my other hand I pumped
the big black shaft I was sucking.

   "I knew what was going to happen next but I didn't care.  I wanted to
taste him.  Everything happened at once.  My body tensed and shook
uncontrollably.  At the same time I felt his warm and creamy essence
pouring into my mouth.

   "Father, I swallowed all of it and still wanted more.  I wanted him
between the legs.  I wanted him in me."

   Father Murphy tried to hide the sound of his hand rapidly stroking
himself.

   "I put my arms on the back of the couch and leaned over, offering my
naked backside to him.  I felt his monster slide between my cheeks.  My sex
opened wide to accommodate his massive girth.  The pressure was incredible
as he pushed deeper and deeper into my body.  I didn't know something so
big would fit inside me.

   "Father, I was truly possessed.  I started screaming and shaking
uncontrollably.  It felt like my body was being ripped apart as he pounded
into me again and again.  Fluids were leaking from inside me and running
down my thighs.  I was barely conscious when I felt his seed pouring into
my tummy."

   Father Murphy lost it and made a big mess all over the inside of his
robe.

   "We went up to my bed where he did the same thing to me twice more.  I
told myself that I would never become weak like that again, but when he
stopped by the house yesterday my desire for him was even greater.  I was
so desperate that I let him have me against the wall in the entranceway. 
By the time he left several hours later he had taken me in every way
imaginable, including sodomizing me in a most sinful manner.

   "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, Father.  What am I to
do?"

   Mary felt damp between the legs from telling the story.  Her nipples
burned as they pushed against her blouse.  She was desperate.  She hoped
Father Murphy could help her before it was too late.

   "I'm afraid you are possessed, Mary.  You must come by each week for a
special exorcism.  We'll start tonight."

   Father Murphy stood naked and told her to show him exactly what she did.
He told her not to worry about him being a man of the cloth.  Repeating the
sin was necessary to call forth the Devil before driving him away.  Missy
dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.  In no time she was
swallowing his holy seed, which he said would irritate the Devil.  Next she
bent over the table and was screaming and shaking when he made his second
deposit of cleansing seed into her body.

   Between sessions she received regular visits from the gardener.  She
didn't feel any less possessed, but she was sure Father Murphy knew what he
was doing.  Unfortunately, after four weeks the exorcism failed.  Missy
left for college still possessed.