2 comments/ 41842 views/ 1 favorites Schoolgirl Fantasies Ch. 01 By: Jade Braddock Chapter One: The Journal Dezi snuck in from school, tiptoeing through the house silently. Her delicate feet carried her quietly over linoleum in the kitchen, over thick, luxurious carpeting in the living room and hallway, into her bedroom. Her room was the only room in the house that still had a hardwood floor...a pale green oriental rug in the middle of it, covering all but a foot on either side of it, making a perfect rectangle. The walls were painted a soft cream, curtains a deep hunter green. A four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room, the wood whitewashed. The canopy that stretched over the posts and came down as curtains was the same deep green that made up the lacy curtains. Around the bed was a black curtain, made of silk to be pulled around at night, keeping the noise and light out of her private little place. The silk was warm in the winter and cool in the summer, making it the perfect fabric for that curtain. Under her bed was a small, worn wood chest. Dezi looked down the hall, listening carefully, to make sure that there was no one home. She closed the door with a soft click, locking it slowly and silently behind her. Pale arms stripped the uniform she wore daily from her lithe body, creamy skin a harsh contrast to the dark blue and black plaid skirt mandatory for all girls at St. Catherine's. She rarely wore the tights required, more often opting to bare her legs, which was often a subject of harassment and irritation to the teachers. Ah, but what fun would Catholic school be if she couldn't annoy and torture the teachers? As she bent over, picking up the skirt and blouse she'd stripped so carelessly a few minutes ago, her soft, rounded ass was exposed. Creamy cheeks were parted for a lacy purple thong, the small bit of material showing vibrantly against her soft skin. She spread her legs a bit, giving herself more leverage to bend, which showed even more of her soft, 19 year old perfection. She kept her pussy shaved, the lips often glistening naughtily as she thought nasty, dirty thoughts. She knew it was bad...but did she care? Not really. After folding and placing her uniforms where they needed to be, she padded over to the bed softly. Reaching underneath, she pulled out the scared wooden chest. The hinges creaked softly as she opened it, revealing the toys she had kept so carefully hidden for so long. Her favourite was right on top...a large, rubber dildo that had a suction cup on the end. She often enjoyed taking long baths...or attaching it to the hardwood floor. She had also a smaller vibrator, but generally liked to use the bigger one. But the most secret thing...the thing she kept best hidden...was her journal. There were naughty things in there...things that would get her in trouble with her Daddy. Things that good little girls didn't think about, let alone write down so they could read them again later. Oh, but she did love to read them...she loved to sit in front of the mirror with her door locked, music playing in the background, her creamy, perfect thighs spread far apart, that huge black cock placed deep inside of her dripping pussy...bouncing up and down slowly, hands stroking and playing with her breasts, huge orbs bouncing up and down every time she moved...and she would read the stories. Sometimes aloud, sometimes silently. But no matter how she read her thoughts, fantasies, and dreams...it always got her worked up. Today's agenda was a particularly naughty fantasy she'd indulged in while sitting in Geometry. Sister Ruth was so boring...particularly when it came to the classes she taught. Secretly, Dezi thought that all the nuns at school really needed a good, hard, dirty fuck. That would straighten their hoity-toity holier than thou attitudes out real quick. This caused a giggle to slip from between pursed lips as she stretched out on her bed, pen poised above the pages of her journal. Her hand nearly trembled as she thought of what had gotten her so worked up at school...her panties had been dripping wet by the time class was over, giving her just enough time to run to the bathroom and clean herself, as well as give herself an earth shattering orgasm. She purred as she thought about just how pleasant that bit of sensation had felt. Trembles shook through her body slowly as she began writing, her journal entry getting her worked up again. Before she knew it, her hand had slipped down between those thighs, fingers caressing and petting the virgin pussy she shaved daily, thumb stroking over her dripping, throbbing clit as she envisioned the fantasy come true. Mmm...she could just feel his big, hard cock inside her now...pumping in and out while he spanked her, making her whimper and moan, calling out his name...oh god, she wanted more, so much more...her fingers and vibrators just were not doing the trick any longer. The more she wrote, the more she envisioned... him inside her, fucking hard...pulling and fondling her clit with one hand, spanking her with the other...then he let go, spanking her still, but now fondling her nipples...ooh he was going to cum...she could feel his cock swell even more, the veins and ridges feeling more obvious...oh god... oooh...yes! YES! She sighed, panting softly as she finished...blushing as she realized she'd just worked herself to yet another orgasm. She got up from the bed slowly, leaving the diary there. She grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, wandering into the bathroom that adjoined her bedroom for a quick shower and change before she was off to the mall with Jenni and Kris. She dressed quickly, running out of the house and hopping into her truck, speeding toward the mall, another thought never passing through her head of the journal she'd left on her bed. Brian wandered into the house, shaking his head at the site of his daughter's missing truck. At the mall, again, he thought, sighing and shrugging out of his thick denim coat, hands automatically gliding back into the pockets of his blue jeans, black boots making soft thudding noises as big feet carried him through the house. Stopping outside Dezi's door, he peeked in, seeing the little bit of mess spread throughout the large room. Blue eyes fixed on the bed his darling daughter slept in, the black leather cover of her journal a stark contrast against the perfect lavender sheets stretched over her bed. A dark brown eyebrow arched as he walked forward, one of his large hands coming up to run through his soft brown hair. At 38, he was still as handsome as he had been at 20, when Dezi's mother had given birth to his beautiful daughter. He sat down on the edge of the bed, picking up the little journal. It was engulfed between his huge hands, and indecision ran through his mind. Should he read it? She was his daughter after all...but then, privacy is privacy, no matter who you are. But what could be so bad? A few school girl crushes on some of the boys on the football team? With a chuckle, he opened the cover, glancing at the first page. He noted with some curiosity that the first entry was just over a year ago...meaning that his little girl hadn't had this journal for very long. Broad shoulders shrugged as he laid back, kicking off his boots and stretching out on her bed...after all, he was sure she'd be gone all afternoon.... *December 13th, 2001 2:15 AM Dear Journal, Jenni suggested I keep a journal of all my thoughts. So...here I am, writing at 2:15 in the morning, trying to figure out what to put down. The only thing running through my mind right now is the strange feelings going on in my body. I don't know what's wrong with me...I feel cranky and frustrated, and I can't sleep...I have a throbbing, aching feeling...down there. My nipples hurt...the only thing that makes them feel better is when I rub them. I find myself having sinful thoughts all the time...thinking things that shouldn't be thought, let alone put on paper. But maybe that's the key...if I write them down, the thoughts will go away and I'll be able to sleep. I went to the mall today with my two best friends, Jenni and Kris. I kept having the most awful thoughts about them while we were there. We went to one of the clothing stores, and Kris was taking a lot of time trying on several outfits...both Jenni and I were starting to get irritated frustrated. I made a comment to Jenni about going in there and helping her...I mean, did she get lost or something?! Just that comment got my mind going...I couldn't help it! I started thinking about Kris in the changing room, naked except for the sensible white cotton panties and bra I knew she wore...her long, black hair flowing down her back over her soft, pale skin...just the thought of it was making my mouth water. I could picture myself in there with her, my own curly auburn brushing against her soft skin...my hands lightly cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. I know I started blushing...where were these thoughts coming from?! What was worse, I could feel this aching starting down there...and I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do about it. I knew I was starting to get kind of...well...wet...I mean, I could feel the lips of my pussy rubbing together every time I moved! And since my hair down there is so fine, there was really nothing to stop the crotch of my panties from becoming drenched. As my thoughts progressed, I got wetter and wetter...my head was buried between her breasts at this point, licking and kissing, my hands stroking her all over her body. I could hear her moans, her whimpers...she was panting, grabbing my hair and scratching my scalp, pushing me harder against her. She kept begging me to touch her pussy...she wanted me to stroke it, to play with it. She wanted me to kiss it and lick it... and I did! Oh, I loved every minute of it! I tore off her panties, my hands caressing her curvy body as I kissed my way down over her flat tummy. I licked her belly button lightly...she loved that!...and then continued downward, till I was kissing over her thighs. I licked and I sucked on her inner thigh...she was leaning up against the wall of the small changing room. I slowly maneuvered my mouth upward, my kissing and licking never ceasing in it's movements, till finally my fingers had lightly and delicately parted the lips of her pussy, my tongue sneaking in to very slowly and very gently lick over the sensitive tip of her clit. She moaned softly, pushing my head closer to her, whimpering and begging me to push my tongue deep inside her. By this time I was so wet I and flustered I could barely stand...I knew that my body temperature had to have risen about 20 degrees! I swear Jenni must have known what I was thinking...she was giving me that look that says "uh-huh,"...or at least I thought she was. I finally managed to make it over to the chair between the dressing rooms, sitting down and crossing my legs. I was hoping that by sitting down, it would distract me from my thoughts...instead, it made it worse. Now I wasn't picturing myself between her legs, on my knees...now she was sitting on the bench against the mirror, her legs spread wide open. I had my head poised so that my soft curls brushed up against her stomach while I sucked and licked her clit...I could feel her shuddering with pleasure. I brought my hand up, stroking over her thighs while she bucked against my face, my lips in an "O" around her clit, sucking as hard as I could as though I was going to get sustenance from the juices leaking abundantly from her pussy. I positioned two fingers above her tight hole, before plunging them in, as deep as I could. Oh, it felt so good! I could almost feel her contracting around my fingers as I pushed in and out of her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm...she was breathing harder and faster, arching against my lips and fingers, her own hands grabbing and playing with her nipples, fondling her petite breasts. Just then, Kris came out of the dressing room. I sprang out of the chair, clearing my throat. God, I know my face had to be bright pink...what was wrong with me? Thinking dirty, sinful thoughts about one of my best friends! How could I? Besides, girls aren't supposed to have these kinds of thoughts and fantasies...are they? We walked out of the store and down the mall, Kris now loaded down with about fifteen bags. I swear, she shops more than Jenni and I combined! We walked past a few more stores, managing to avoid being dragged in to do more shopping. I was more than ready to go...I wanted so bad to get home and cleaned up. I felt so dirty! We were almost to the exit...all I had to do was make it to the truck and I was free! Of course, just as we walked past the arcade, Jenni piped up with, "Look! It's one of those photo booth things! Let's get our pictures taken!" And pulled both Kris and I, despite our grumbling, into the booth. We were situated with Jenni and Kris side by side on the bench and me in the middle, sitting on Jenni's lap. She shifted slightly, grinding against my pussy. It felt good and torturous at the same time! I managed to smother a whimper and paste a smile on my face as the flash clicked and my imagination worked. I could just picture her and I alone in the booth, the doors closed, a few dollars in the slot for pictures. It started out with her accidentally brushing against my breast as we positioned ourselves...and then she was kissing me, pushing me against the wall harshly. The dominance she showed over me made me whimper...her hands were all over my body, tearing my clothes off. I whimpered softly in pleasure, arching into her hands and mouth as she kissed and nibbled all over my body, her teeth and lips hot against my skin. I stroked her hair, pulling her closer...I wanted to feel her kisses and nibbles and hands all over me at once. I started to kiss her back, licking over her neck and shoulders as I undressed her, my hands fondling her large breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. We rubbed up against each other, our skin silky and soft as our sounds of pleasure got hotter and louder, enjoying every moment of skin brushing against skin, the light friction caused. The smell of sweat and sex had begun to steam up the booth. These thoughts had me squirming on Jenni's lap, doing everything I could to keep from whimpering. It's a good thing it was semi-dark in that booth or I'm sure they could have seen how flushed my face was getting...thank god for black and white pictures! I don't know what was wrong with me...why was I thinking these horrid things? Just when I thought I'd got situated, she moved again. This time the light brush of her leg against my swollen pussy lips nearly sent me whimpering out of the booth. The more I thought about it, the more I could feel her hot tongue on my thighs, licking and nibbling...soft kisses being pressed to the silken lips of my nearly hairless pussy. Her tongue poked out, giving a shocking stroke over the tip of my clit, making my body shudder. I couldn't believe how good it felt! She inserted her middle and pointer fingers deep into my hot, dripping pussy, thrusting them in and out harshly while she licked delicately and slowly over my clit. My back was arched against the wall of the booth, loud moans unstopped now as I whimpered and squirmed, pushing her head hard against me...it felt so good, I never wanted her to stop. Just then, I got poked lightly in the ribs. Jenni was giggling and telling me to get up, that the pictures were done. I stood up, shaking now...my body felt achy and twitchy all over. We climbed out of the booth, waiting for the pictures to print. All of the pictures looked nice...three best friends grinning and close together in front of the camera. Thank god I'd managed to keep a smile pasted on my face...I can't even think about how embarrassed I would have been if either of them had known what was going through my mind. It didn't take me long to get home...I took a long shower as soon as I got here. I felt better afterward...and not so dirty. After I cooked dinner for Daddy and I, I came upstairs to start my homework. That didn't take me long, either...after all, the teachers knew I was a good girl and always let me work on my assignments in class. That's how I got to where I am now...writing down these awful, sinful thoughts in this journal. Just thinking of the thoughts that had cruised through my mind at the mall got me hot and bothered again...I did the most sinful things before I started writing. My pussy was aching very badly again...just dripping wet. I'd thought the shower would help, but I must have been wrong..it was so sensitive I thought I would cry! It all started by wiping myself off with the towel I'd used for my hair after my shower...the soft bristles of the fabric brushing over my clit made my entire body jump with the shock to my nerves. God, it felt so good! So I decided to experiment...I knew I wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight with as frustrated and achy as I felt now. First I pushed my index finger into my pussy, and it felt so good...I was already plenty wet, so it glided in and out easily, and while I worked on myself that way with my right hand, I used my left to fondle my breasts. Playing with my nipples felt even better combined with the sensations rocking my body from the light in and out movement of my finger in my pussy. I slowly inserted my middle finger, which made the sensation nearly perfect. Yet I felt like I was missing something. I was laying on the bed, spread out, one hand fondling each breast in turn, pinching and pulling at my nipples, and the other buried deep into my pussy, pushing in and out slowly. I increased the speed of my fingers, making the rest of my body tremble with pleasure. The hand on my breast stilled, just cupping the weight of it from underneath while I concentrated on the intense pleasure coming from my fingers on my oozing pussy. I lightly pushed my fingers to my clit, already knowing it would feel good, but not expecting the electric jolt of hot, gooey ecstasy that climbed through my body, making my breath come out harsh and heavy, my back arching and hips grinding into my hand. Before I knew it I was slamming my fingers in and out of my hot pussy, my thumb grinding hard against my throbbing, erect clit, until finally, finally, I exploded into an ecstatic feeling, my mind and body both feeling as though I were floating. I lay there, panting, moaning softly, my fingers still shoved deep inside my pussy, my entire body trembling with the explosion of feeling I'd just had. I slowly withdrew my fingers...they were dripping pussy juice everywhere. I licked them slowly clean, sucking on my own fingers to get every last bit of the juices I'd leaked all over them into my mouth..I had discovered I loved the taste of my own pussy!* 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!*** * * * * * 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..."