Schoolgirl Fantasies Ch. 02

***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."

I moaned softly, pushing my fingers even deeper inside of me. My legs were spread as far apart as they could go...I had braced myself on either side of the confessional, giving me more freedom to play with my pussy. My hips jumped up and down slowly as I pushed in and out, panting and groaning. My panties were soaked, having been pushed to the side, not taken off.

"Tell me what you'd like for me to do, Father Jarrod. I want you to tell me how to pet my hot, dripping pussy and fondle my tits...and I want you to tell me what you would want to do to me if I were in the other side of the confessional with you..."

I heard him moan softly, then clear his throat before he started. I could tell he was stroking his cock...his breathing was getting deeper and faster. I enjoyed knowing that I had turned him on, that he was stroking his big, hard cock because of me. With another soft moan, my fingers plunged as deep into my pussy as I could get them, stroking the lips and flicking my clit softly as I waited for him to begin.

"I want you to start with your fingers outside of your pussy, Dezi. I want you to slowly stroke down, over your big, bouncy tits, playing with your nipples, fondling them lightly. I want you to pull on them, stroke them...even suck on them, if you're able..."

I began to do what he told me, my hands jerking my blouse up quickly to bare my breasts, fingers eagerly stroking over my tits, each nipple pinched between thumb and forefinger, pulling and stroking gently. I bent my head, my tongue able to flick the tip of each nipple, before pulling them slowly into my mouth. They hardened quickly, both nipples erect nubs of flesh, one being fondled by a very attentive hand, the other stroked and massaged as my tongue licked and stroked it as my mouth sucked softly. My hand found itself wandering down between my legs again, stroking and petting my sopping pussy, fingers stroking over my clit softly and slowly. I moaned, whimpering and moving my hips frustratedly while my tongue flicked over my nipples and my lips suckled.

"Ooh...you're making me so hot, Father! My pussy is just aching...please, tell me what to do next...you're so good at giving me instructions!"

He must have heard my moans and whimpers because it wasn't long before I could hear him talking to me again, telling me what I should do next. His voice was deeper than normal, his breath becoming heavier as he talked to me, giving me instructions.

"I want you to stick two of those little fingers deep inside that hot, dripping hole of yours...and pull them out, then clean them off with that little pink tongue. You've gotten me so hard...I can't help but stroke my big, throbbing cock for you..."

I whimpered softly, pushing my fingers deep into my pussy and wiggled them vigorously before pulling out, my tongue licking and sucking on the tip of each girl cum covered finger. I made sure to suck and lick as loud as I could, letting the sounds carry through the small window into Father Jarrod's side of the confessional. I stuck my fingers back into my pussy, nice and deep, hips moving and straining against them, my other hand still grasping and fondling my nipples.

I shifted my position, leaning against the side of the confessional where the window was. I stretched my arm upward, moving my other hand down to lightly stroke over my pussy and clit, fingers digging deep into my tight little hole. I pushed my dripping hand through the little window, moaning and whimpering lightly.

"Wanna taste, Father?" I asked, wiggling my slimy, gooey fingers playfully at him. "It tastes really good!"

I squealed softly with delight as I felt his lips close around my fingers, sucking and licking over them. My fingers dug deeper in my pussy as he let out a low sound of pleasure, my own moans mixing with his. By this time, I was panting softly, my clit so sensitive that it made my whole body writhe every time I touched it.

"Are you stroking your cock for me, Father Jarrod? Mmm...I just love to think that you've got a hard, throbbing cock all because of me!"

He let go of my fingers with his mouth, stroking over each one with his tongue one last time before speaking again. "You know I am...It feels really good. It would feel even better if you were here, in front of me, sucking on my hard, throbbing cock, Dezi. I want you to take your hand back and put it nice and deep inside your pussy...and I want you to fuck yourself hard with it. I want to hear you cum for me, all over your hands and panties...will you do that for me, Dezi?"

I couldn't help but moan in response! Father Jarrod had gotten me so worked up... his voice was so sexy! Him telling me what to do got me so turned on...all I could do was follow his instructions! My fingers plunged deep and hard, pushing in and out hard and fast, making my whole body tremble as I fucked myself with my deft little fingers...my thumb grazing over my clit time and again, teasing and bringing myself closer and closer to orgasm. I moved my thumb, not wanting to cum yet, wanting to draw it out... I wanted to hear Father Jarrod cum with me. I could just imagine how it would feel to have his cock in front of me, pressing softly against my lips...I wanted so bad to be able to suck on the tip of it, letting precum drip on to my tongue! I've been told it tastes very good...

I squirmed, moving on the bench so that I could lean against the wall to my side, facing the window in the wall splitting the confessional into two booths, legs spread wide and pussy being openly fondled.

"Father, would you like to see my pussy? I wish you were over here so you could fuck it... I bet it would feel really, really good to have your big, hard cock deep inside of me..."

I giggled as he looked, seeing my legs spread nice and wide...he moaned softly, watching my every movement as my fingers drove hard and fast in and out of my hot, sopping hole. My thumb hovered just over my clit, touching it every once in awhile, teasing slowly. I could see him moving slightly as he stroked his cock, his breath coming even heavier and quicker.

"Mmm...are you going to let me watch you cum, Dezi? I would like to watch you cum...if you were on this side of the wall with me, I'd thrust my cock into you, and I know you'd like it... I bet you would like it if I fucked you as hard as I could, making your little pussy quiver. Mmm...I would love to be able to lick your hot little pussy just now...I bet you would like to have my tongue deep inside of your pussy, wouldn't you?"

I shivered and trembled at the thought of that... my fingers stilling inside of my pussy for a few moments. I could imagine just how silky his tongue would be deep inside me, his lips poised around my clit, as he sucked on it, fingers buried deep inside of me...I could almost see him standing in front of me, arms wrapped around my waist as he pushed his cock deep into my virgin pussy from behind, thrusting deep into me. He would fondle my nipples with one hand, pulling and tugging at them as I was doing now. The other arm would be wrapped around my waist, holding me close, hips banging into mine as he fucked me harder and faster, his cock entering and leaving my pussy time and again. I shivered at the thought of this, moaning extra loud at my little fantasy, fingers fucking my warm little pussy like never before.

"I wish you could do that, Father... I wish you could feel my hot little pussy all around your big cock right now...it's so wet, and I'm going to cum soon. If you were here with me, I would want you to fuck me from behind...I just know it would feel so good! And you'd play with my clit... right before you came, I'd ask you to pull out and cum all over my tits..."

I shivered, letting my thumb hover just above my clit, getting closer and closer to orgasm. I wanted Father Jarrod to cum at the same time as me...I somehow knew that it would be more satisfying! I just wished he were able to be on the same side of the confessional with me!

"Do you want to cum with me, Father Jarrod? I'm going to cum really soon for you. Are you enjoying watching me play with my tight little cunt? I bet it's much better than using your imagination..." I managed to pant out, hips writhing and bucking with every movement of my hand over my clit and pussy, thumb grinding hard against the sensitive tip of my erect clit, my juices lubricating the area nicely. I used my free hand to continue the attention to my tits... my nipples were so hard...I wished that there were someone there to suck them for me!

I watched as he moved on the other side of the confessional, knowing what he was doing...I could hear his breathing getting louder and deeper, soft noises of pleasure coming from his throat. I squirmed, sitting up a bit so that I could watch him while I moved, my walls closing tight around the two fingers pushed deep inside my little cunt as I came, my entire body shaking. I moaned as loudly as I could without being heard, my hips bucking upward as I whimpered and moaned, girl cum running freely down my thighs. I shivered and sighed, caressing myself slowly as I watched Father Jarrod, his body relaxing slowly. He'd tensed up quite a bit before he finished... I giggled, imagining the other side of the confessional looked like a yogurt-flinging contest.

I pulled my fingers out of my pussy slowly, bringing them up to my mouth and licking them clean slowly and languorously...watching Father Jarrod as I did.

"Mmm...that was some confession, Father. We'll have to do it again, sometime soon..." I said, giggling...pulling my cum-drenched panties over my still hot slit, my short little skirt barely covering the soaked piece of cloth. "See you soon, Father..."

I giggled, wiggling my hips at him as I exited the confessional...a winking at him. As I stepped out, I heard him whisper, "Perhaps we could meet for a more...private...session, hmm, Dezi?"

I giggled, responding in turn, "Yes Father...and maybe thy "rod" will comfort my aching need..."