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Saturday Confession

"Father forgive me. It's been three weeks since my last confession. I stole some change from my Dad's dresser. I lied to my Mom."

"Is that all?"

"I have had lustful thoughts and wanton desires."

"Have you touched yourself?"

"Yes, Father."

"How many times?"

"Three."

"What do you think about when you touch yourself?"

"Bad things Father."

"Like what?"

"Kissing girls."

"Is that all?"

"And boys."

"Boys kissing you?"

"Yes."

"Just kissing you?"

"I think of their private parts."

"Their penis?"

"Yes."

"What do you want to do with it?"

"Look at it. Touch it."

"Have you seen a man's penis before?"

"Yes, Father. My brother's and my father's."

"Is that all?"

"No. I saw the neighbor's through the window."

"What did you see?"

"Mrs Sabatini was holding Mr Sabatini's penis. She was holding it and kissing it and putting it in her mouth."

"I see. How did that make you feel?"

"Nervous. Tingly."

Suddenly, the confessional window opens.

"Do not be afraid."

Father Mel sticks his penis through the opening.

"Can you see?"

"Yes Father.

"Did Mr Sabatini's penis look like this?"

"Yes Father."

"I want you to look at it."

"Yes Father."

Look at it closely. Can you see how hard it is? Can you see my testicles?'

"Yes Father.

"Touch it."

"It's very warm and hard, Father."

"Kiss it like Mrs Sabatini."

"Yes Father."

"Kiss it all over with your tongue."

I hear Father Mel moan.

"Are you alright father?"

"Yes. It feels good. It's not bad to feel good."

"Yes Father."

"Does that make you feel tingly?"

"Yes Father."

Put my penis in your mouth and touch yourself."

Father Mel moans loudly.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Yes Father."

I can't help myself. I feel so bad. I feel so good.

I moan. His penis fills my mouth. Butterflys in my stomach. It tastes good. I get off my knees. I pull my panties to one side and feel myself. My panties are damp. The confessional pungent with sex. I hear voices outside. But I can't stop. I rub myself as Father Mel's penis moves in and out of my mouth. I do like Mrs Sabatini did. I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out then, close my mouth and move back and forth with my head. I grab Father Mel's penis at the bottom and twist my wrist like Mrs Sabatini along the length and back and forth. I hold his penis upright and lick the underside and testicles while I adjust my legs. I spread them across the confessional and hold Father Mel's penis in my mouth for balance.

I feel shaky and light headed. I stick the tip of a finger in my vagina. Suddenly, waves of pleasure flow through my body. I shiver and quake. Father Mel's penis holds my scream to a muffle. I convulse. Writhe. And suck until Father Mel's penis is in my mouth as far as it will go and I feel some hot, forceful, liquid fill my mouth. It frightens me. I gag and choke. I pull away. I catch my breath. Holding on to his penis I swallow some and the rest of the liquid drips on my dress.

Father Mel pulls away. The confessional window closes.

I am breathing heavy. My face is wet. The front of my dress sticky. My panties soaking as if I peed myself. My hands sticky and smelly.

"Daphne."

His voice, raspy and breathy.

"Yes Father."

"Three Hail Mary's and two Our Father's. Do not speak a word of this to anyone."