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She went to confession twice a week, as the priests had taught her in the catechesis. As a child, she had seemed like a useless ritual, but since that night she knew that God heard her, that redemption is inherent in every sin. Although she had been wearing a little tail in her pants since her birth, she had had the need to walk around like a hunted girl since early youth.
Only she never did this public, her fear was much too big. But once she overcame her fear and doubt, and pulled through the streets as a girl to tear down a guy in some dirty bar, its hard ones tail she blow wanted. But when it was time and the guy opened his pants, her whole courage was used up. She ran away. She ran and hid in a small church that was around the corner.
There was the confessional, and even if no sign showed that a priest would hear her confession, she scurried into the treasury and began with the prayers she had learned in childhood. “Forgive me, Father, Because I sinned in my heart. I am cursed to be a girl with the burning desire and blow a man’s tail. What should I do? I know it’s sinful, but now everything I think about day and night is.
Maybe if I do it, only do it once, maybe then my sinful desire would stop? Maybe I wouldn’t like it at all? I’m so desperate, father. Please say something, give me a sign, God. “She prayed into her despair, in the confusion of her soul. No word heard, nothing was said. She was already afraid that the priest was so horrified by her confession, that no absolution, no forgiveness would ever be possible for her.
And then the greatest shock of her previous life happened. The partition opened a little and a big tough cock came out. It was so wonderful. He was so huge. He was so perfect. It was as if God had made their dreams reality and Michelangelo gave the order to design the most wonderful, great, most stunning tail that had ever existed. She had confessed the darkest abysses in her soul and suddenly she lay right in front of her nose.
Was that a test? Should she resist the temptation? Or maybe God had heard her prayer? Should she blow this one cock and so her sinful desire for all time?She had to blow this cock. That was clear to her now. There was no other explanation for this appearance. Either she was a curious boy who did not like it afterwards or she was a clever sissy that could no longer let go of it.
Whatever she was, now that would show up. The first touch with a foreign tail, the first test with the Tongue only enlarged her desire. It was as she had always imagined. As it felt, the smell and the taste of a tail in general. It was so good. It was the fulfillment of her desire. If God wants them not to blow cocks, why did he make cocks so fantastic well? It is not right to make such beautiful cocks and then forbid that you put her in your mouth, kiss her, spoiled her with tongue and lips.
Any thought of shame was lost, she felt no remorse. Everything that remained in her was the desire and longing for cocks. Although it gave her great desire to suck on the tail, she was a little insatiable slut and wanted more. She wanted to taste the seed. It would probably not taste as delicious as the tail itself, because what could that be possible. But she wanted to know and caught the tail jerk off, faster Faster.
She asked: “Please father, give me your seed. I need him so necessary. Oh please spray, spray off for me. I was a good little cock socket. And I need that now. I want to taste your seed. “Finally she received a reward. A slimy load of warm seeds sprayed in her mouth. Now there was no back anymore. Cocks were her life from now on and she would take everything you could give her.
After swallowing the abundant gift, she came back to reality. She thought of the poor guy, whom she had left in the bar a few minutes ago. She had run away from it without his cock to give attention and love that he deserved. She had to go back and put it back in order. From that day on, as she called herself, it was not only a good Catholic but also a convinced.
God had sent her a sign. She was convinced of that. She was not a boy, she was a hungry hungry Sissy. From then on there was no skirt too short and every top that is over her sweetness Tits Teared, had to show a strip of her skin on the stomach. So she could attract attention that gave her the tails she needed like the air to breathe. Twice a week she went to confession so that the priest is satisfied.
Because she knows when the priest is happy, then God is also happy and in return forgives all of her dirty sins. This is one of the many advantages when you are a Catholic.
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