***Please note...all characters involved in this story are over 18. Also, thank you to Dezi and Jarrod for giving me loan of their names and characteristics, as well as helping with the story! And thanks to everyone who left feedback on my last two stories!!! I appreciate it!***
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Chapter Two: The Confession
Brian cleared his throat and stretched a bit more, hand wandering down to brush over his hardened cock...his little girl was much more sexually developed than he would have thought. The thought alone irritated him as much as it turned him on! He flipped through a few more pages, going to that Sunday...wondering what his daughter would have to say about confession for that week. Maybe she'd purged her soul and told all of the sinful thoughts to the Father, as would be proper of a good little Catholic girl. He glanced at his watch, noting that Dezi wouldn't be home for at least an hour, more than likely...
December 16, 2001
5:15 PM
Dear Journal,
We just got back from church...we were there all day, as usual. I took longer in confession today than I normally do. Father Jarrod was very intent on hearing my confession today... I think he enjoyed it nearly as much as I did!
The fantasies have gotten dirtier since I first started having them. I can't help it! I don't know what to do about it, either! All I seem to think about is sex, sex, sex!
We started out the confession like always..."Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been seven days since my last confession..." My hands were sweaty and I fumbled with my rosary, unable to keep still. I was nervous, but knew I had to tell Father Jarrod everything...after all; it was my duty as a good Catholic!
As I launched into detail about my recent problems, I could hear Father Jarrod shifting several times on the bench on the other side of the confessional. I stopped as I caught myself going into vivid detail, knowing that the Father didn't need to hear about my every thought! Little did I know, Father Jarrod was enjoying the confession more than normal. As I bowed my head and waited for my penance, I heard him clear his throat.
"Go on my child...you must cleanse your soul completely before you will be free of the poison of your sins."
"But, Father Jarrod...these can't be things you would want to hear about!"
"Want to or not, it is my duty to listen to all of the confessions of my children!"
I cleared my throat and went on, in painstaking detail, everything that had happened in my mind a few days earlier. He seemed to be enjoying it...the more detailed I got, the quieter he got. Every once in awhile, he would make a soft sound of encouragement.
I was so embarrassed! Telling him about my fantasy had gotten me worked up and hot. I could feel myself dripping... I wanted to let my hand run down, over my stomach and between my thighs to lightly fondle my dripping wet pussy through my underwear. I squirmed in my seat, trying to get more comfortable. I had dropped the rosary long ago, my hands too sweaty to try and hang onto it.
Part of what had gotten me worked up was Father Jarrod. He is younger than the Father we had here before, maybe 24 or 25. He kept his dark hair short, and had the most beautiful blue eyes. All in all, I really couldn't understand what had made him decide to become a priest. But, I suppose if you're called to do God's work, then you must do what you think is right.
I could almost see Father Jarrod on the other side of the wall, his hand rubbing himself through his black robes and underwear, his cock hard and long and huge from the thought of my friends and me doing all of these naughty things in very public places! My thoughts soon turned to him, and I was no longer embarrassed by what I was telling him. I was enjoying it...the thought of him possibly stroking that hard cock in the open of the confessional was enough to put me over the edge.
My hand slowly snaked up my skirt, pushing my panties to the side. My finger found my wet, tight hole, pushing its way in slowly, moving in and out gently, getting the entire crotch of my panties just soaked, and my entire slit to the point where it was dripping, letting my fingers move up and down the hot area freely. I couldn't help but let a soft moan of pleasure slide from between my lips...it felt so good to be petting and stroking myself this way. I certainly did not want to stop!
"What are you doing, Dezi?"
"I'm sinning right now, Father Jarrod. I can't help it...telling you all of these dirty things has gotten me worked up again. Plus, the thought of you over there listening has started new fantasies in my mind!"
"What are you thinking about now, Dezi?"
"Well, Father, I'm thinking about you stroking your big, hard, throbbing cock. I'm thinking about how much I would like to be on my knees in front of you, sucking on it...licking it...teasing you. Or maybe how I would like for you to watch me play with my pussy, or touch it for me. I would like for you to tell me how I shouldn't do these things in front of you...mmm, it makes me so hot!"
I drove my fingers in and out of my pussy harder and faster, fingers flying over my clit. My free hand grasped my right breast, playing with my nipple through my white blouse. I knew my breathing was growing heavier, but I couldn't help it. This felt so good, and the more I talked, the more worked up I got.
"Are you thinking any of these things, Father Jarrod? Are you sinning, too?"
I knew I was teasing him, but I couldn't help it. In my fantasy, he was talking back...telling me what he was thinking, what he was doing. He told me in graphic detail what he wanted me to do. Right as I brought myself to the brink of orgasm, I was startled by Father Jarrod's voice breaking into my reverie.
"Mmm...yes, Dezi, I am sinning. I'm thinking about you, naked, sitting here in my lap...your warm, hot pussy pressing against my throbbing cock. You've gotten me so worked up that I had to pull it out and start stroking it. It's long, and hard, and the tip is dripping my precum...and it's entirely your fault! I want you to come over here, and sit in my lap. Then, you're going stroke my cock up and down with your soft little hands."