The church was deserted. Brad ushered us into the dark confessional. The smooth wood gave off a soft, soothing scent. I nestled onto Brad's lap, and he held me against him. His palms traveled over my body in slow exploratory movements.
Someone opened the window on the other side. I couldn't see who it was through the mesh.I sat up quickly and cleared my throat, feeling suddenly nervous. The guilt of what I had been doing crashed over me in waves as I realized that it might be actually helpful to confess. I had never actually confessed before, though, so I wasn't sure what to do.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," I said. It was what they said in the movies.
"Tell me your sins, my Daughter," he said. His voice was soothing. Brad's hands circled my body tantalizingly. When the priest said "Daughter," Brad nibbled my ear, making me gasp.
"I... I have sinned in thought and deed."
The priest didn't speak, so I continued. "I have been having lustful thoughts about a man who is not my husband."
"Tell me of these thoughts, Daughter."
"They are fantasies, Father. They possess me at the strangest times. Two weeks ago, I was driving home from school when I suddenly felt a strong desire for someone to touch me."
"I see. You must be very specific, Daughter. In what ways did you wish to be touched?"
My face was flushed now, partly from embarrassment and partly from arousal. Brad's breath was a soft ragged pant against my ear.
"I was wearing a low-cut blouse with spaghetti straps, Father, and I have large breasts. I was showing over half of my cleavage to anyone who wanted to look, and I wanted someone to touch my breasts."
"Touch them how?"
"I imagined that someone was hiding in the backseat of my car, and that when I started the engine and began driving, he would look over my shoulder and stare down my shirt. I wouldn't know he was there, but I wanted him to look at my half-naked breasts, Father." The angle of Brad's breath against my neck told me that he was currently fulfilling my fantasy, and a shiver went down my spine.
"Go on, Daughter."
"Yes, Father. I would turn onto a deserted road, and the stranger would tell me to take off my shirt. I would be frightened, but I would do it anyway." Brad's hands tugged at the straps of my dress. I wriggled against him to let him know how crazy he was making me.
"Then he would reach down and grab my breasts," I continued. Brad wrapped his hands around my tits and began to massage them. The soft strokes of his hands became harder as I talked, and my voice came out in a breathy murmur. "My nipples got so hard when I was imagining the way he would grab them. He would be so rough, pulling on my skin and twisting... OHHH!" Brad had just jerked my right nipple, and I couldn't restrain the cry.
"Are you in pain, Daughter?" The priest sounded concerned.
"No, Father. I just realized I forgot to mention that when I imagined this stranger fondling my breasts, I also imagined that I begged him to twist them HARDER." Brad grasped my nipples in both hands, pulling and twisting so violently that my tits began slapping each other. The soft whisper of flesh on flesh reminded me of how it sounded when Brad fucked me, and I almost lost my train of thought.
Apparently the priest couldn't hear the sounds. "What else did you imagine this man doing to you?"
I swallowed. "I imagined that he would reach between my legs and start fingering my clitoris." Brad's hand found my clit, and it was a struggle to continue. "I wasn't wearing any underwear, Father, and I knew that if he could get his hand between my legs he could just rub me until I came and I wouldn't be able to stop him. Oh Father, it would have felt so good, I never wanted him to stop." My legs were spread lewdly on either side of Brad's lap as he fingered me. I shuddered as I realized that this was the same position Jeff had put me in the first time I noticed Brad watching me. I had a sudden wish that the priest could see what a dirty girl I was being.
"You've stopped talking, Daughter. Is there more to this confession?"
Brad chuckled in my ear. "I wanted him to stop playing with my clit and start penetrating me with his fingers. I imagined that he would move to the front seat and shove his fingers into me."
Brad positioned his fingers at the opening of my cunt, and I squeezed my eyes shut with expectation.
"Did you imagine this penetration would feel good, Daughter?"
Brad rammed his fingers home, and I almost screamed, "YES FATHER! GOD, YEEES!! SO GOOD!"
Orgasm overtook me with such force that I couldn't breathe. The strange situation I was in, being finger fucked by my father-in-law while a priest was inches away, made me so wet. I was helpless to tell Brad specifically what I wanted him to do to me, and I was completely in his power as I rode his plunging hand.
"Daughter," the priest said, "This fantasy sounds intense. What did you do to release the desire you aroused in yourself?"
"I pulled over and pleasured myself, Father. I sucked on my own breasts, and then I sank my own fingers inside myself. Oh Father, I know it was wrong, but it felt so good."
"You did this in public, Daughter? On the side of the road?"
"Father, I imagined that someone would drive past and see what I was doing. It made me feel even better."
Brad froze and then pulled me tight against him so I could feel how hard I had just made him. I shivered. I had to feel him inside me again.
