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FATHER DOWLING: I Am Heartily Sorry
By Uncle Mike
Section A:
It was late on the evening of a First Friday, and St.
Michael's was almost empty. Father Dowling says it wasn't
like that in the old days, before Vatican II, but I wouldn't
know about that.
All I get in the confessional nowadays is a lot of old
ladies and little kids, and none of them have much to confess.
I'd just gotten through with two old ladies whose worst
sins were gossiping about their neighbors -- and that wasn't
what they'd come to confess, it was what they'd come to do.
In the cramped, dark booth the grilles on either side didn't
provide much ventilation, so with the warmth and the
boredom I was yawning every few minutes.
I may even have nodded off for a few minutes. At least I
don't remember hearing the door to the booth on the left
opening, just the sound of a fingernail rapping on the wooden
grille.
"Father? Father Prestwick? Are you there?"
I blinked a few times and stifled a yawn. Then I recognized
the voice and I was immediately awake. It was Mrs.
Klimaszewski.
I should explain. Carol Klimaszewski is one of the few
exceptions to the rule about only old women and little kids
coming to confession. She's in her early 30s, I'd guess -- at
least I'm sure she's not an old lady. She makes a point of
getting into my line for Communion every Sunday, and the
clothes she wears make it clear she's still young and firm.
I've heard some of the other women complaining about the
short skirts and high heels she wears, but Carol doesn't seem
to care. And when I look down at her to give her the Host --
she's about four inches shorter than I am -- I can't help
staring right down her blouse, so I know she doesn't wear a
bra and doesn't seem to need one.
I have to be careful not to stare too long, though, because I
don't want Mike to see. That's her husband. He's a big, beefy
salesmen for auto parts, away from home a lot. Maybe it's
because he has to leave Carol alone so often that he's so
jealous. All I know is I wouldn't want to cross him.
As I slid open the panel covering my side of the grille, I
tried to brush away the thoughts of Carol's body. She bears a
strong resemblance to that actress, the one -- oh, that's it.
Sophia Loren. Yes. And you can imagine it wouldn't be right to
think about Sophia Loren's body in the confessional. I knew it
would be tough, though, because her confessions usually
weren't much help. The last time she came, she confessed to
having sinful thoughts about a man of the cloth. I tried to cut
her off, but she couldn't help giving me all the details of her
thoughts, too. I gave her 10 Hail Marys and sent her off, but I
was sweating like crazy.
This time she started off the usual way, telling me it had
been a month since her last confession. How well I knew.
Then she started talking about her sins.
"Well, Father," she said, "I'm afraid I have a big sin to
confess this time. Not just sinful thoughts, like the last time.
Oh, Father, I'm so sorry for what I've done. I feel I must
confess it in detail to cleanse myself. Don't you agree?"
She didn't even give me a chance to reply.
"It's like this, Father. Mike -- you know Mike, my husband?
He's been gone a week now -- oh, and it seems like forever!
And he won't be back for at least another week! I don't know
how I can stand it! I just -- well, we women have needs, don't
you know, Father? I mean, we do!
"Oh, let's see, where was I? I get so upset. Oh, yes. Mike's
been gone, and I've been feeling a, well, a NEED, if you know
what I mean. Really bad.
"So one day -- Wednesday, it was, about 4 in the afternoon -- it
got so bad I just couldn't stand it. I just had to do it. I missed Mike
so bad!
"What I did was, I went up to my bedroom. I got one of
Mike's shirts out of the closet, one he'd already worn once or
twice, so it had his smell on it. And then I got on the bed with
it. And I -- I started touching myself. My breasts, my legs,
even -- even down there.
"And it felt so good, Father. Not as good as when a man --
when Mike, I mean -- touches me, but good anyway.
"Pretty soon I started taking off my clothes. Right in the
middle of the afternoon! Before you know it, I was completely
naked. Not a stitch on. Lying right there on the bed, nude,
rubbing Mike's shirt all over my body.
"I remember, I took one of the buttons and pulled it back
and forth on my breasts, right on the nipples. They got stiff
and stood out, you know how they do -- oh, that's right, you're
a priest, you wouldn't know. Well, Father, you see, it's like
this. When I rub my breasts, or get excited some way, my
nipples get hard and stand out just like little pencil erasers.
"And when that happens, sometimes I get wet, down there --
you know what I mean. And that happened this time, too. I got
really wet.
"So I touched myself there. Where my hole is, I mean? You
must know about that. How women's vaginas get all wet and
slippery, and then we just have to have something inside.
That's how it was then. I had to have it!
"I put one finger in me, and then two! I was stroking them
in and out, in and out so fast, and my butt was just bouncing
up and down on the bed, the springs were creaking like crazy.
I even put my thumb on my clitoris, and, oh, Father! I think I
came right then!
"Had an orgasm, I mean. Right on the bed! By myself! Oh,
that isn't a sin, is it? I mean, I know some people say you
shouldn't play with yourself, but that can't be a SIN, can it?
Even a priest must -- oh, I shouldn't go saying things like that,
should I?
"Anyway, that's not why I'm here. To talk about
masturbating. Mine, I mean. It was what happened next.
"After I came, I just lay back on the bed for awhile, my
legs spread out, juices oozing out of my cunt. Oh! I guess I
shouldn't say -- oh, well, you've heard it all before, haven't
you, Father? You don't mind.
"I was relaxing, but not completely. I mean, I felt good, but
like I said, it's not as good as when a man does it. So I still
had a NEED.
"And then the doorbell rang. I don't know what I was
thinking, but I just threw on Mike's shirt and ran right down
to answer it.
"Do you know who it was, Father? It was the paper boy!
Little Tommy Cornelli. Well, he isn't so little anymore, he's
almost, heavens, I guess, 14 by now. I remember when we
first moved in to the parish, Tommy couldn't have been more
than 7 or 8, just the cutest little thing, always looked like an
angel in his altar boy cassock -- oh, but I'm getting away
from my confession, aren't I?
"Well, where was I? Oh, Tommy. He was collecting for the
Trib, you know, and we'd missed the payment the week before,
so of course I told him I'd run and get the money.
"So I did, but I'd left the door open behind me and it was so
cold outside that you can't fault Tommy for stepping inside.
That's all he did, really, just take a step or two inside to
warm up.
"I'd run into the den to get the spare change Mike keeps in
the drawer there, and I was still counting out the quarters
and nickels as I walked back to the front door. I was so
startled to see Tommy standing inside I dropped the coins and
bent right down to pick them up.
"They hit the wood floor with such a clatter! And they
started rolling around just everywhere, and I had to lunge
after them one by one. I must have been such a sight!
"Actually, I know I was -- a sight, I mean -- because when
I got them all picked up and I stood up again I noticed that
Tommy was just standing there with his mouth hanging open.
I asked him what was wrong and he didn't say anything, he
just stared.
"That's when I realized it. Like I said, I'd just thrown
Mike's shirt on when I ran downstairs. Well, you know Mike, so
you know his shirt's big on me, and with the tails hanging
down it really covered me up pretty well when I first
answered the door. But I was in such a hurry I'd forgotten to
button the shirt up, and what with running back from the den
and chasing those coins all over the floor that shirt had
fallen wide open.
"So there I was, Father. Can you imagine it? Stark naked in
front of Tommy Cornelli.
"Yes, just stark naked. My breasts just bouncing
practically in his face, even. He could see everything.
"And he was looking at everything, too. I could see his eyes
take me all in, head to toe. When he looked at my -- down
there, you know -- I could feel myself getting wet all over
again.
"And all he said was, 'Wow, Mrs. Klimaszewski.' Can you
believe it? Still calling me Mrs. Klimaszewski? Isn't that so
darling?"
"I guess I should have just wrapped the shirt back around
myself and sent him on home. I know that's what I should have
done. But I couldn't help myself, Father. It had been so long
since I'd had a man. Tommy isn't really a man, not yet, but I
could see a bulge in the crotch of his pants so I knew he had
what I needed.
"And so here comes my sin, Father. Instead of wrapping
that shirt back around me, I just took it right off and stood
right there in front of that little boy, absolutely nude. I think
he gasped.
"I could see he was a little frightened, so I took control. I
walked right up to him and kissed him, smack on the mouth. I
even used my tongue. And I took one of his hands in mine and
put it right on my breast.
"He was shivering a little, but it didn't take long before he
was rubbing me all over while I pulled off his clothes.
"That Tommy is quite a fine young man, Father. Not skinny,
like some his age. He's got nice muscles, and he keeps himself
clean and he's -- he's VERY mature, if you know what I mean.
Heavens, it looked like he had a flagpole!
"And was it so very wrong, what I did, Father? I mean, it's
not like Tommy didn't want to. Really, if he'd ever said no --
well, if he'd ever said anything -- I would have stopped right
there. But he didn't say no. He didn't say anything. And so I had
him lie down on the couch, on his back. And I got right on top
of him, and I put my hole right over his pole, and I let myself
ease down onto him.
"Oh, Father, it was so good! I was so wet, he slid right in!
And he seemed to know just what to do. Of course, I did most
of the work at first, sliding up and down on his pole. But he
got the idea right away and started humping his hips right
back up at me, burying himself inside me. It was wonderful!
"Can you imagine it, Father? Can you see what it was like?
That young, innocent boy pushing his pole right into me, over
and over and over again, deep into my hot, wet hole? And I
was bouncing up and down on top of him, screaming and
yelling I don't know what, just having the time of my life.
"Even so he was so young, his cock -- uh, I mean, his pole
felt so good. It's true what they say, Father, that size doesn't
matter.
"And it was so exciting to know I was his first. I got so
hot thinking about how he was a virgin. I think that's the best
sex ever, being someone's first time. I don't think I could ever
say no to a man who said I would be his first.
"Anyway, Tommy came quickly, but that was OK. I just got
off of him and started sucking on his rod, taking it all the
way into my mouth, licking it and sucking on it hard. Before
you know it, he was hard again!
"That time I got on my back and spread my legs for him,
and he put it into me. It was even better than the first time,
because he lasted forever. That little boy just about wore me
out, jabbing that stiff pole of his into my hole over and over
again. Can you imagine what he must have been feeling,
Father? Here he was, a virgin, and his first time is with a
woman like me. You can bet I showed him every trick I knew
before we were through, and he looked darn glad to learn
them.
"Well, that's my sin, Father, and it wasn't really such a bad
one, was it? I mean, after all, my Mike is going to be gone for
a whole 'nother week, and you just can't expect a girl to last
that long without some help. Yes, that's right, he'll be gone all
next week. I'll be all by myself."
It was tough to control my breathing enough to gasp out
her penance. I'm afraid I may have told her to say 10 Male
Hairies. I didn't quite know what I was saying. Carol is such a
trial.
She seemed to linger in the booth for several minutes
after I blessed her. When she finally left, I collapsed against
the wall and fanned myself for several minutes. When I
flicked on the light long enough to glance at my watch, I saw
that it was past time for confessions, but to be honest, I was
afraid to leave in case she was still out there, waiting for
me. I just turned the light off and huddled there in the dark. It
seemed much hotter than before.
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FATHER DOWLING: I Am Heartily Sorry
By Uncle Mike
Section A
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