Elsje's Confession

'Pretty chilly here, father,' said Elsje. 'In here it's otherwise quite warm', Father Simons replied. Elsje pressed her nose against the grate of the confessional and tried to look inside. But it was too dark to see anything.

'But let's get started soon, because I really need to pee', Father Simons said, 'What sin have you committed?'

Elsje was 18 years young and a pretty blond girl. She had seen Father Simons a few times and he was totally her type: brown eyes, dark curls and at most 10 years older than Elsje. The idea that he was sitting there on the other side of the grate, perhaps naked, and in dire need to pee, excited Elsje greatly.

'I have sinned father. Last night, before I went to bed, I wanted to take a shower. I went to the bathroom but the shower was already occupied. My father was standing under it. And he was playing with himself! Elsje heard a deep sigh from the confessional booth. 'If I go on any further, Father Simons will piss his pants,' Elsje thought. 'That's not so bad...' began Father Simons. 'Well no, but I think about it quite often: catching him in the shower and then I get the itch in my lower belly. And so now it was really happening and I had to see it up close. I dropped my towel, opened the semi-transparent glass door and stepped into the shower.

Elsje heard another deep sigh and she also heard Father Simons' stool squeak a little from moving back and forth. 'Do you understand now father? I shouldn't have done that, should I? 'Certainly not, but soon tell more about your sinfulness', Father Simons replied. It sounded a little hurried.

'Well my father stopped right away. But he looked guilty at his huge stiff cock. It was wonderful to see him like that. "Shall I soap you up?", I asked innocently. I grabbed the spray can of shower foam and sprayed a big blob on his cock. Then I grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off. But he really needed to pee first, he said.'

'I know it doesn't say it all like that in the Bible, father, but I already get a wet spot in my shorts when I think back', Elsje said guiltily. 'I can feel that very well under my dress.'

It became too much for father Simons. Abandoning all caution, he said, 'To really know the weight of your sin, you must come into the confessional box with me for a moment and demonstrate all the naughty things you did with your father yesterday.'

Elsje stepped into the cubicle. It was indeed quite warm. A little light fell in through the grate. Father Simons had stood up. He had undone the buttons of his gown down to his knees. His white underpants lay on the stool. Elsje stood in front of him, looked at him boldly and said: 'So my father had to pee badly'.

'It was better if I didn't look, he said. I had to turn around and then I felt his cock against my buttocks and he started to piss. Beforehand I thought that you won't feel the difference between his piss and the water of the shower. But I was wrong. I felt his warm stream running over my buttocks. And I saw the water by my feet turn yellow.' Father Simons suddenly had a big wet spot in his gown at the level of his cock. Elsje saw it. She said, 'Ah poor Mr. Pastor, how rude of me, I had completely forgotten that you also had to go very urgently.'

She undid the buttons of the gown up to the Pastor's belly. She grabbed his cock, pulled her dress up and her panties down slightly and pulled the Pastor's cock against her lips. 'So, now piss in Elsje's panties, Father Simons, they're soaked anyway.' It took a while, but then Father Simons began to pee. The warm piss ran straight from Elsje's pussy into her panties. A large puddle also formed on the floor of the confessional booth. Father Simons looked guilty and relieved at the same time. His cock disappeared under his gown again and Elsje let her dress fall back into place.

'And what did you do then? Did you and your father sin more? Elsje noticed that the pastor had recovered. 'When my father's bladder was completely empty, he stood in front of me and asked, "And now?"'

'I don't know what came over me Father Simons, it seemed like I wasn't quite myself, but by now I had such an itch in my lower belly. I said, "Now I'm going to play with your cock until you can no longer stand upright from the cramp in your balls." I said that to my father out of the blue.' Pastor Simons had sat down on the stool. 'All saints on a stick, how can you say such a thing to your father? I really don't know what punishment to think of for this. But first let's get those wet shorts off your bottom, you can't walk down the street like that.' Father Simons lifted up Elsje's dress and pulled down her wet panties. 'Just to feel if it's getting a little dry,' he said and put his flat hand on Elsje's lips. The tip of his middle finger touched her starlet.

'Well and then I thought, "I'd like to taste my father's beautiful cock, too". So I knelt like for evening prayer and took it in my mouth.' Pastor Simons had closed his eyes and gripped his stiff cock firmly with his right hand. It was as if he wanted to restrain him that way. 'Maybe you can lick the last remnant of piss off my pussy in the meantime.' Father Simons sat down on the floor - with his bare bottom in his own pee - and pulled Elsje toward him.

'Well, that turned out to be more delicious than I had thought. First I sabbed a little on his glans, then I started to jerk my father off while I had his glans in my mouth.'

Father Simons had now smoothly forgotten his role as confessor. He had sunk the thumb of his left hand all the way into Elsje's wet pussy and was gently licking her clitoris. With his right hand he jerked off. The tickle in Elsje's lower abdomen had turned into a wave of heat. She was about to contract all her muscles, to cum more violently than she had ever done before.

'The shower water gushed over my face (...) I started sucking harder and harder (...) what a nice rock-hard cock (...) father started squirting (...) spurted my mouth full of horn.'

As she falteringly stammered the climax of her adventure in the shower, she squirted her horny into Father Simons' face with all her might. At the same time, Father Simons squirted his load of horny into Elsje's soaking wet panties.

On the way home, Elsje thought, "Fantasy is a powerful weapon." And Father Simons? Father Simons sat on the stool in the dark, with Elsje's wet panties in his lap, waiting for the next sinner.