In The Confessional

I guess we've all heard stories of Catholic girls confessing their lustful thoughts to the priest. Most priests seem to be elderly and it's not like you think, but we have a new priest in my parish who has just been ordained. He is a real heart throb!

I do go to confession now and then, I guess it's been ingrained into me, and sometimes, it helps.

When I saw this new priest going into the confessional, I decided that I would try out a fantasy. I've read the stories, and I admit, they turn me on. Now I didn't expect him to fuck me or anything like that, that wasn't my plan.

I waited until last and went into the confessional. It was an old oak one where you can't actually see the priest. He greeted me and I began in the usual way "forgive me father, for I have sinned"

Then some of the bit where they tell you to trust in God and make a full confession.

I told him about my lustful thoughts how I think about having sex, and that I masturbate. All the time, I was on my knees, but had my hand in my knickers at the same time! He asked me if I masturbate alone or with others. I said, mostly alone, but I have (then I decided to push it further) wanked a boys cock, and fingered a girls cunt.

For a moment he was silent then he asked if I had gone all the way. I told him that I had fucked a boy before, but I asked him "what does go all the way with a girl mean." He told me it was licking, putting fingers inside or using objects.

I swear, I knew I was going to cum, right there, in the confessional.

I said, I've licked a girl, father, fingered a girl and ....er.....and...."
I let myself stutter into silence.
The priest said "go on, my daughter, tell me "

At this point I knew the next words out of my mouth were going to make me cum right there in my knickers. "I've fucked a girls arse with my fingers, father"

He lectured me about the sins of the flesh and resisting temptation, but I was biting my lips to keep quiet while I came heavily into my knickers. I got the mandatory 10 Our Fathers, and 10 Hail Marys, and left the little confessional to do my penance.

Now, remember. I was last. There was no one else in the church.

It was a good fifteen minutes before Fr Jons left the confessional.

I have no way of knowing what he was doing in there, but oh, how I hope he was rubbing one out!

I learned that doing something so dirty in a sacred place is a real blast!