Confessions of an Unrepentant Catholic Cum Queen

By James Creamwood

The Priest said I will lend you my body so that you may demonstrate your sins and thereby help purify your soul!"
With that, he put my hand inside his robe and placed it on his sex organ which was already erect and proudly pointing up towards the ceiling.
"Show me how you would play with it,” he insisted.
Greatly perplexed, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and half-heartedly and rubbed it back and forth several times.
Then with a stern expression on his face, the priest said, “It is important that you put forth your best effort into showing me exactly what you did, if you really want to save your soul and get God’s forgiveness for your sins. If it helps, don’t think of me as your priest, but as one of the men that you had sex with. Do it to me, just like you did it with them. Do you understand, my child?”
“Yes, your Reverence, I promise that I’ll do better.
I took a deep breath and wrapped my fingers tightly around his cock and began to vigorously stroke it back and forth.
After a minute or so, he asked, "What else did you do besides this?"
I thought about the technique that I saw Darlene use and decided to give that a try. So, I took the priest’s penis between my thumb and middle finger, and tapped it with my forefinger. I then slowly stripped back the foreskin.
After I did this for a time, he leaned back in his chair, asking, "What else did you do?"
I released his stiff organ, and said, “I took it in my mouth, too."
"Then tell me how you did it,” he said, as his breathing became faster and harder.
I looked at him perplexed, and replied, “I can’t really explain it."
"Then show me that you are you prepared to receive God’s forgiveness?” he asked, guiding my lips down toward his throbbing penis, “Or, will you refuse and be ungrateful for the mercy that I am showing you? Remember that your sins will be forgiven today, if you put your full effort into doing the same for me, as you did for the others who had sex with you."
When I heard this, it made me very happy. I considered myself to be extremely fortunate to be able to have my sins forgiven, as I knelled in front of him and put the head of his cock in my mouth.
“Why are you just sucking on the tip?” he asked, rather sternly.
I quickly engulfed more of his penis in my mouth until I had almost swallowed the whole thing.
Then, I began applying suction and sliding my lips up and down his erect organ. I could feel and taste it as it slid against my tongue. I can’t say whether I was doing it from fear, or because I was doing penance, or perhaps it was from just plain, raw passion. But, whatever the reason, there I was on my knees like a cheap whore, sucking his cock and enjoying every moment of it.
I heard Father Desmond moan, and say, "Oh, what a pretty little, blonde-haired sinner, you are! You do that so well, but I want you to stop before I orgasm.”
I did as he instructed and removed his penis from my mouth, and climbed to my feet. I noticed that the priest was breathing heavily and his face was red, as he eagerly reached out and pulled me close to him. There was the same look of unbridled sexual desire that I had seen on so many of the men who had wanted me for sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Creamwood
• Release date: Mar 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463004555

James Creamwood

The author wishes to keep his private life confidential and does not desire to reveal any information about himself at this time.

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Confessions of an Unrepentant Catholic Cum Queen

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James Creamwood

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Confessions of an Unrepentant Catholic Cum Queen

Copyright © 2019 James Creamwood

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CHAPTER 1

There are some rather ancient words of wisdom which states that young whores eventually become old religious fanatics, but that certainly can not be used to describe my particular situation. I became a whore at a relatively young age of eighteen and must admit that I’ve experienced sex in just about every place a woman can. I’ve been screwed in beds, on chairs, lying on pool tables, on park benches, standing up against walls and trees, lying in the grass, in dark hall-ways, in private bedrooms, on rail-road trains, and in a variety of public places, even including jail; in fact, just about every conceivable place where it is possible to have sex.

I have no regrets at the life I’ve lived and would gladly do it all over again, if I could. I am sorry to say that now since I am getting along in years,I don’t get the same enjoyment from sex that I did when I was younger. My years of draining the cum from horny men has allowed me to become wealthy, but now that my beauty has started to fade, I am often very lonely. Yet, it never enters my mind that I should do some sort of penance for my sins.

My escape from squalor and drudgery is due entirely to the fact that I was born with a very beautiful face, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a shapely body. Without the early awakenings of my sexual passions, I undoubtedly would have ended up like many of my schoolmates as a baby factory for some brutish male, or perhaps living a dreary, sad life working for minimum wage in some unsavory place. Fortunately, I did not suffer any of these disagreeable fates. Instead, I obtained a good education which is due in great part to my life as a prostitute. My occupation brought me in touch with educated men, which broadened and enlightened my mind. I escaped the wretched life which is the lot of so many ignorant, low opportunity persons. They are not to blame for the situations in which they find themselves, even though they are so often accused of laziness. It isn’t really their fault because they don’t really know any better. Fortunately, I have seen the world in a different light largely due to my life in the sex trade, which is so often condemned by the church and general public.

I am writing down my story only to combat the loneliness I am feeling, and to give others who might be interested in the experiences, which finally led me, a good Catholic girl, to adopt the life that I did. I think that writing down my story is far more therapeutic than running to my priest with a long list of confessions---erotic confessions which might please him, but only make me feel defensive and embarrassed. I also believe that a biography such as I am writing has never been published before. The books which I have read reveal none of the dirty little secrets as they really are.

I feel that I am doing a public service in exposing the dirty deeds our so-called refined, rich men, and politicians do to lure us poor girls into performing all kinds of the most shameful and sinful acts imaginable. I will describe the impressions that I had living the actual experiences and describe the real facts as they happened.

And now, let us begin---

CHAPTER 2

My father worked as a taxi driver before getting killed in a traffic accident. After his tragic death my mother and I were forced to move into government subsided housing. The house was filled from top to bottom with a poorer class of tenants. Most of the tenants living there were low income Catholic families whose children, who were forced to play in a very small backyard outback. My mother and I lived in a tiny, cramped two bedroom apartment that was barely big enough for us.

The other tenants came and went, sometimes in a friendly way, and sometimes filled with anger and hostility. Most of these people would leave after a time and we would never hear from them again, not that we cared. I distinctly remember one of the tenants. He was a middle-aged man named Mr. Thomas Granger, who was about fifty or so. I do not know what his business was, but he was around there a great deal. After a time, he became friends with my mother and would sit in the kitchen for hours talking to her. I was sometimes left alone with him when she went to church or shopping. He was very friendly to me. Often he would stroke my hair and caress and fondle me. I always approached him smiling when he spoke to me.

One day, not long after my eighteenth birthday, I was standing in front of Mr. Granger, when he suddenly pulled me to him and kissed me. Next, he quickly put his hand under my dress and pulled down my panties before I realized what was happening. I became very frightened when the much older man kissed me passionately on the lips, while sticking his finger inside me and began playing with me. I though I was going to die. I couldn’t seem to help myself as began to rock my hips back and forth, while at the same time rubbing my hand against his chest.

After a time, Mr. Granger took out his penis and placed my other hand on it. The tubular flesh was so large that I could hardly place my fingers around it. After he told me what he wanted, I began sliding my fingers back and forth on his penis while he continued to finger my little, pussy slit and kiss me. We kept this up until suddenly he stiffened and moaned as a large stream of white cream shot out the end of his sex organ. I could feel it when some of the hot and sticky cum leaked out on my hand. Shortly after this, I experienced my first sexual climax as he fingered my clitoris.

When we finished, Mr. Granger sat down beside me and took my hand. I could see in his eyes that he appeared to be frightened by what he had just done, but I reassured him that it was okay I had wanted him to do it too. He softly smiled, then begged me not to breathe a word of what had happened. After I agreed, he kissed me again, and got up and left. For the next several days I hardly saw him. I wondered if he felt ashamed of what he had done. This also began to affect me too, because I did not think that we had done anything wrong. Although, he was much older than me, after I was a consenting adult, wasn’t I?

About a week later, I saw him going up the stairs to his apartment. Since my mother had gone out earlier, I knew that he would be all alone up in his room. After a brief hesitation, I sneaked up after him, my heart pounding wildly as I trembled nervously. When I knocked on the door, he eagerly invited me inside. We sat down beside each and he took out his sex organ and had me stroke it, just like I had a few days before. I now had a good chance to examine it in the daylight, and I must say, even after all these years, having examined thousands of cocks, that this was as fine a specimen as any I have ever seen. It was somewhat bent, with a large purplish head, and a large growth of dark hair surrounding it.

I began stroking this large penis with one hand, while he was whispering, Go on, my blue-eyed little angel! Whatever you do---don't stop!

Greatly pleased by the pet names Mr. Granger was calling me, I worked hard and tried to do what he wanted. Soon he ‘squirted’ a liquid deluge of white cream that struck my face and began dripping down on my breasts.

A few days later, during a repeat performance, I was doing my best to please him, when he said, If I could only fuck you right now---just once, just one little fuck!

I pulled away, lay on the carpet on my back, and spread my legs apart, saying, I don’t mind if you do it to me.

He came over, and stooped down with a cough, before saying, No, damn it, I shouldn’t. You're too young for me.

That's not true, I’m eighteen, I insisted, Go ahead, I want you to put your penis in me.

Then without further hesitation, Mr. Granger got between my open thighs. I felt him put his hand underneath my buttocks, and lifting me up as he rubbed his cock against my pink slit. When his monstrous organ pressed against my feminine flesh a sharp, erotic thrill ran up my backbone.

Mr. Granger asked, Have you been fucked before?

When I didn’t answer, he keep insisting, Come on, you can tell me, angel. You have been fucked, haven't you? Come on, tell me, did you like it?

I was breathing hard and I could feel his penis jerking, but I still denied it

No, of course not. I’m still a virgin.

His breath was coming faster now and I could feel my excitement increasing, as he asked, Does that feel good?

Oh yes, it feels real nice, I said.

A moment later he climaxed squirting his warm cum on my belly.

Don’t move, said Mr. Granger, as he used his handkerchief to clean up the mess on my stomach.

When that was done, he looked me dead in the eyes and studied my face for a moment before asking, Are you telling me the truth about being a virgin?

Yes, I insisted, while wondering why he had trouble believing me.

Have you ever seen anyone having sex? he asked.

I pointed back towards my apartment, and said, Yes.

Oh, you mean you saw your father and mother having sex.

Yes, though though a crack in the door, I answered, with a flushed face and downcast eyes.

The older man wanted me to tell him all about it, and I did so, as he played with my pussy until I had another orgasm. As before, he seemed to feel embarrassment and regret at what he had done, and began avoiding me. It’s very likely that I would have lost my virginity to him if he had not disappeared.

After my delightful sexual encounters with Mr. Granger, I began to take a much greater interest in men. I began to have all sorts of sexual fantasies, such as imagining myself sitting on their knees and playing with their cocks. I looked at many different guys and studied them, as I walked around outside in the streets near my apartment building. One man noticed me watching him, and winked at me, causing me to blush. Another time, I ventured farther away from home than usual and ended up getting lost. Soon it began to grow late and the sun was starting to set.

As I was wandering around trying to find my way back home, I met a blonde-haired soldier carrying a large duffel bag. He was so handsome that I couldn’t help smiling at him. He looked at me and returned my smile, then stopped to converse with me. As we talked, my heart began beating faster and I could feel a powerful tingling radiating through my pubic region. My body had turned into an uncontrolable smoldering cauldron of sexual desire. I was shocked at how strongly I was attracted to this handsome soldier. Much later, when I analyzed my behavior, I came to the conclusion that experiences with Mr. Granger had triggered a sexual awakening inside me.

Are you out here all by yourself? he asked, after we had become a little better acquainted.

I nodded, nervously, and he suggested, Then why don’t you take a walk with me, and took me by the hand and led me into some nearby woods.

Still frightened but highly elated, I offered no objection when he led me into some thick bushes. We had scarcely reached there, when he removed his jacket and placed it on the ground. The blonde-haired soldier then laid me down on my back, and flipped my green skirt up on by belly before removing my white panties. I saw him grin as he gazed intently at my moist, little pinky-slit. He then removed his trousers and underwear. I could see that his sex organ was fully erect, and it sent a thrill of pleasure shooting up my backbone that almost caused me to pass out.

When he knelled between my open thighs, I watched as he stroked his hard cock a couple of times before guiding it up against labia. I could feel the heat radiating from the large, purple knob as it made contact with my soft, yielding flesh. A second later, he eased himself forward, and the mushroomed-shaped head disappeared inside my vagina. After a brief pause, he gave his hips a thrust and I felt his cock going into me. What came next caught me somewhat by surprise. I felt some pain when he tore through my hymen, but I bit my lip and endured the pain. I had heard from talks with my female friends at school, that this could happen, but I was so caught up in the minute that I forgot.

When the soldier saw the expression on my face, he must have realized that I had been a virgin, because he stopped and pulled his penis out. I lifted my head and could see there were streaks of blood from my covering his masculine flesh, and there was a look of joyful satisfaction on his face. After pausing briefly to savor the moment, he quickly stabbed his cock into me again, fully entrenching himself in my soft belly,. His blond pubic hair then became meshed with my own. He then slowly withdrew his hard cock only to thrust it deep into me again. Slowly, he increased his speed until it seems as if I were being fucked by a wild man. The pain that I felt began receding and was replaced by rippling sensations of pleasure that spread throughout my body.

The intense pounding continued for several moments, until finally he cried out and buried stiff penis up to the hilt inside me. His throbbing sex organ then ejaculated his seed into the back of my battered feminine orifice. Once the young soldier had finished, he climbed to his feet got dressed without saying a word. He then ran off with his duffel bag without even looking back. I lay there with his cum leaking out of my slit, puzzled by his actions. It didn’t make any sense to me. I was feeling disappointed that the soldier had stopped when he did, because he had almost brought me to orgasm, and his stiff penis was feeling really good inside me.

As I climbed to my feet, I could feel that my insides were sore and I could hardly walk, but I had been fucked; really and truly fucked, with a hard cock all the way up inside me this time. My maidenhead was gone and I was very happy that it was.

As I came out of the woods and started walking away, I saw the soldier urinating against a tree. I guess that he had gotten all he wanted from me. I can only assume that from his point of view, he had stolen my cherry and was now making his escape like a thief in the night. The handsome soldier had probably done this same thing to a lot of girl’s, but I didn’t really mind. He had served his purpose and now it was time for me to try and find my way back home.

It would be dark soon and I was starting to get scared. I still had no idea of where I was, but I began to look around, hoping to find some familiar landmark that could help me find my way back home.

I had hardly gone a hundred yards when someone tapped me on the shoulder. Frightened, I turned around and saw that it was a tall, thin youth who lived in the same apartment building, that I did. His name was Jimmy Wilson.

Jennifer, what were you doing with that soldier? he inquired.

Nothing! I wasn’t doing anything, I replied.

Don’t lie to me! I saw everything you did!

You didn’t see anything! I shouted, almost crying.

Before I knew what was happening, he quickly thrust his hand under my skirt and down inside my panties. When Jimmy removed his hand, his fingers were smeared with the love juices from my lovemaking romp with the soldier. He sniffed his fingers for a second, then shoved them under my nose, before giggling as he wiped his hand on my blouse.

You’re a lying little slut, he said, I saw the whole thing. You let the soldier fuck you in the woods.

Well, suppose that I did. What do you want? I asked him, knowing that there was no use denying it any longer.

Jimmy grabbed me by the neck with his left hand, and pressed his right hand against my pubic mound, saying, Your blonde hair and blue eyes have always turned me on, so what do you think I want. I want to fuck you too like the soldier did. Even a dumb cunt like you ought to understand that.

No! I yelled, angrily, while trying to push him away, Leave me alone, you bastard.

But the youth slapped my face hard, saying, I'll show you not to push me, he snarled, You'll fuck some stranger, but you won’t do the same for me, huh. Well, I'll show you! I'll tell your mother what I saw you doing. What do you think she’s going to say, when she learns what a little whore her daughter is?

With a sudden burst of energy, I jerked lose and started to run, but Jimmy quickly caught up with me. He grabbed me by the arm and was about to slap me again. When I saw that it was no use I quickly gave in.

All right, I'll let you fuck me, but don’t hit me anymore.

We went back to the woods and I lay down on the ground. He lifted my skirt and stared down at my pubic mound as he stroked his penis. I didn’t really like being blackmailed into having sex, but what choice did I have?

Jimmy lay down on top of me, saying, I been dreaming about fucking you since the first time we met, and now I’m really going to do it.

How did you happen to find me here?

I was just coming home from a friend’s house when I saw the soldier taking you into the woods, and I thought that it seemed strange that you would be out here with him. So, I followed the two of you and watched him screw you.

I knew that I didn’t have much choice, so I let Jimmy have sex with me. He had a nice cock and fucked me quite well. In fact, I soon began to enjoy it, and wondered why I had tried to run away from him. He must have enjoyed it too, because after he shot his hot cum into me, he kept his cock in me until it got hard again. He then fucked me for the second time. Although, I felt some discomfort at first, overall it was a very enjoyable experience. When he finished, I was a very proud girl. I had lost my virginity and had been fucked three times in less than an hour.

Afterwards, Jimmy offered to walk me home. I quickly accepted because I still didn’t know where I was. As we walked together, he bragged to me about this older woman in our apartment that he was having sex with too. He said her name was Mrs. Adams. She was a redhead with big tits. Jimmy said that he had helped carry her laundry upstairs and she had repaid his kindness by allowing him to screw her. It was quite a shock because I knew the woman and her husband very well.

Once we arrived back at the apartment house, Jimmy even kissed me goodnight. After entering the apartment, I found that my mother was gone. There was a note on the refrigerator saying that she had gone to the hospital to visit a sick friend and wouldn’t be back until late that night. Shortly after this, I heard a knock. When I opened the door, I saw Mr. Granger standing there and invited him inside.

I meet your mother on the stairs and she said that she had to go out for a while, he said, so I thought I would come down and visit with you for a while.

I stepped up to him and he put my hand on his groin, saying, Did you really come here to visit or did you have something else on your mind?

Well, I thought that you might want to play around some more. Mr. Granger, answered.

Please, not tonight, I replied.

However, he would not take no for an answer and tried to put his hand under my skirt, but I drew back quickly. I was afraid that Mr. Granger would discover that I was still wet from the fucks I had received earlier in the woods. After realizing that he probably wasn’t going until I did something for him, I unzipped his trousers and took out his already erect penis. However, while I was tugging on his tool, I became so sexually excited that I forgot about everything else.

Then after raising up my skirt, he lifted me upon his cock and began to work the tip up and down inside me, while whispering, You beautiful blonde angel! I’m so sorry I can’t put it all the way up inside you, but your pussy is just too darn tight.

Fortunately, Mr. Granger didn’t seem to notice my wet condition. It didn’t take long before he reached orgasm and squirted his male seed up into my battered little pussy. He hadn’t been able to get his cock all the way in me like my first two lovers, but this certainly had been an eventful day that I would never forget.

CHAPTER 3

Joan Adams, the woman that Jimmy had bragged about screwing was a very attractive, married lady, who lived in the apartment across from ours. She had bright red hair with the largest breasts that I had ever seen on a woman. Her husband was a petty thief and gambler who spent most of his in jail, or out on the town trying to pull one scam or another. One time he had caught me in the hallway and tried to put his hand under my skirt, so I didn’t really like him very much after that. I was fearful that he might try to rape me, if he got the chance. What caught my interest was that I noticed Mrs. Adams seemed to be spending a lot