Father Anselm was struggling to listen to the sins of the old woman confessing on the other side of the wooden gate. She was the sixth parishioner to kneel there, and he thought to himself that the rest of it was going to be exhausting! He was about to give her absolution when the woman said again, "And then, Father... I ate a whole packet of Petit Beurre biscuits! Can you imagine... I'm so ashamed, Father! I'm so ashamed! Gluttony... I'm going to hell!" The priest had to reassure her: Gluttony was a venial sin, and a little penance would be enough to atone for it! But he had to insist for her to accept it... And he finished the confession by pronouncing the ritual words. He waited until she had left to pray for a moment, asking God to give him the strength to fulfill his duty… Then he went to the back of the church where the six parishioners who had confessed were praying on their knees on the cold flagstones, barely a few meters apart. He also took up the same position behind the first of these women, saying to her: “So, Madame Durtet, have you said your prayers of penance? All of them, haven’t you?” She nodded, her whole body tense at the feeling of the priest so close to her, behind her… And he tried to reassure her: “Come now… you must relax, my dear!” Relax, I tell you… There… There… He lifted her thick dress to her waist, lowered her thick white cotton panties, casting a knowing glance at the gaping vulva amidst a gray pubic hair: At least the clothes were clean; he hated seeing underwear stained with urine or vaginal discharge… Or even a little blood, especially for the younger ones! He unbuttoned the opening in his cassock, unzipped his fly, and took out his penis; which he began to masturbate until it was erect! Then he unrolled a condom over it, put a little lubricant on his finger, and inserted it into his parishioner's vagina; she arched her back as she felt the penetration… And he said in a low voice: --- Come on, come on… Don't move like that! It's not the first time! There… There… It'll go in all by itself, you'll see! Just like last week… He had inserted his entire middle finger and rotated it in every direction to thoroughly lubricate her mucous membranes; something not all his colleagues did, hence the complaints from some of these particularly sensitive ladies! But he always practiced these preliminaries, which made him sought after by parishioners who sometimes came from far away… He waited until she was completely relaxed, then he penetrated her very gently, still feeling her stiffen under his assault… He modestly pulled down his robe and began to move slowly back and forth, attentive to his parishioner's reactions. He quickened his pace when she had completely relaxed and resumed his movements as soon as he felt her flutter: "My child! My child, control yourself! This is your penance, after all!" But he had orders from his superiors to allow his parishioners to experience a little pleasure, provided it wasn't too demonstrative and was done in relative silence! And in no case should they reach orgasm, which would be detrimental to sincere penance… The priest moved back and forth with powerful thrusts, striving not to think about what he was doing; the only way to avoid being drawn into a guilty pleasure and also to be able to ensure the same for all the ladies waiting in prayer a few meters away! When he judged he had fulfilled his duty with his partner, he slowed down, stopped, and waited a moment: another secret to keeping his parishioners! Many of his colleagues withdrew immediately to move on to the next… A manner too casual for some of these ladies accustomed to being treated with deference… He stepped back gently, carefully checking that the condom was still on his penis; and he said a quick prayer followed by the sign of the cross over his partner's back, saying the consecrated words: "Go in the peace of Christ, my daughter! You may get up!" But she turned around and said in a barely audible voice: "Father… I would like to pray again! Just a little longer…" The priest smiled slightly; he knew full well that these ladies were staying to see if he would be able to do the same with all of them! A little white lie he tolerated, like a salesman who knows his clients are lying to him a bit… He went and knelt behind the next of his parishioners, changed his condom without hiding it: There too, some colleagues, less than scrupulous about hygiene, kept the same one for everyone… Then he resumed his service, lifting the dress, lowering the panties while glancing inside… And lubricating the vagina before penetrating it, but this time without the lady even flinching: She had had nine children and her intimacy was so relaxed that the priest didn't feel his penis inside him at all! Moreover, during the entire duration of intercourse, his penis slipped out three times without him realizing it… Making the lady say, in a reproachful tone but fortunately very quietly: "Father! Father, you're out…" And he would carefully reposition his penis in her vaginal opening, being careful not to make his thrusts too wide to avoid having to start all over again! In any case, the parishioner wasn't likely to have an orgasm; she, too, seemed to feel nothing! The third woman was a wealthy bourgeois who sometimes came to confession daily. In fact, he'd had to rein her in, otherwise she would have come two or three times a day! Blessed with monumental hips, she had such large buttocks that it hindered the priest's attempts to take her from behind; but episcopal canon strictly forbade such intercourse in the missionary position! So he had to be content with inserting his glans into her vagina and moving it around a bit… And when she complained bitterly, he had a field day saying she should lose weight if she wanted the same treatment as the others! The fourth woman was so petite that the priest had to be very careful each time; he joked that he risked "breaking her in two" if he was too rough! She had very wrinkled skin, and he avoided looking when he lifted her dress so as not to lose his erection… Luckily, she wasn't wearing panties, which allowed for quick, though gentle, intercourse! The fifth woman couldn't stop talking while he was having sex with her, whether about the weather or even politics! Despite the priest's panting admonitions: "My daughter… My daughter, be quiet for a moment! Come on… Be a little diligent with your penance… Well…" The sixth woman was the lady who had eaten the shortbread cookies; and he suspected her of deliberately gorging herself on them so she could come to confession afterward! She had the peculiar habit of moaning very quickly, and the priest had to constantly reprimand her… to no avail! It was a constant stream of "shush, my girl," while she shouted "yes! yes!" with each thrust; and around her, the other parishioners looked at each other, sharply criticizing her: --- This one, definitely… --- Yes… Really! The priest, who had been holding back since the first of these women, finally let go: He was enjoying himself wildly, albeit silently! Had he let out even a sigh of pleasure, he would have had t ...

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