The Confession

Disclaimer: All infomation is the work and imagiantion of this writer.

A young girl confession to a priest on what she did on the weekend before.

Confession.

The young girl walked quickly into the huge church at the corner. She was nervous. She looked around, undecided where to go. She saw several elderly ladies sitting in pews. Walking up to one of the ladies, she cleared her throat and whispered a questioned. The lady looked at her for a few seconds then pointed to a door at the back of the church. She walked to the door and opened it, sitting on the lone bench in the corner. She jumped slightly as the door behind her closed with a soft click.

She sat quietly for a few minutes staring at the stark walls, unsure what she should do next. Suddenly she heard the snick of a door opening. She turned slowly around.

“Yes my child,” said a deep sonorous voice.

“Uh,” the young woman said. “I never do this before.”

“Well, there is nothing to be afraid of. Everyone have a first time,” the voice said.

“I am not even Catholic,” she said.

“Most of us aren’t,” he said. What can I help you with my child?” he asked.

“I wanted to confess,” she said.

“That is what I am here for. To listen to your confession.”

Licking her suddenly parched lips, she took a deep breath and said, “Here it goes. This isn’t just my story but my best friend as well. We are both twenty-three years old both worked for an investment firm. I won’t tell which one. We both lived in the city; she lives at home to save expenses and I the foolish one lives with a roommate. Each day we drag our selves to a job, I am not sure I like, then dragging ourselves-back home. Because of our hectic schedule, we had no social life. . The only social outlet was complaining to each other about of tired we were and the lack of boyfriends. As you can see I reasonably attractive, but men seemed to disappear when I am around.
My best friend suggested that maybe, men does appreciated what we had to offer and we should do something about it. “How about having sex with each other?’ she asked. Although I was horny, I was shocked. I never thought of women that way, or my best friend. My best friend is a beautiful girl with long honey blonde hair and hazel eyes. But soon she had me convince. As women, we have the same parts. The same breasts, same belly, the same soft thighs and most of all we each have a pussy. Just thinking about it, I grew wet. I start imagine a woman licking my pussy and swallowing my pussy juice as it run down her chin. But not just any woman but my best friend. It had been three years since I had a cock in my pussy. Therefore, I was horny, well primed.


I couldn’t imagined my self with anyone beside my friend, beside she was the one came up with the idea. I knew this friend since we were eight years old when our family moved next door to each other. I decided to do it. We would talk on the phone almost every day, making plans. We needed some thing to get us in the mood. We went shopping. We brought two vibrators; one was seven inches, and the other eight and half inches with a clit stimulator. Two porno videos about lesbian, lubricants and a cherry scented lotion. We were ready. But when the time came, I almost chicken out.”


“Why?” the man said hoarsely, adjusting is cock in his pants.

“I never done that before, thus I was nervous. But I when through it, I am glad that I did. I’ll never forget that weekend.”

The man bit his lips, to stifle a moan, but one broke out.

“Are you okay father, the girl asked?”

“Mmm,” he moaned.

“What did you say?”

“Go on,” he implored, unzipping the zippers on his pants, slowly and silently, taking his rigid cock out.

“Where was I?” she paused a moment. “Okay we had rented a hotel room for the weekend to make it special. Several candles scented the air with honeysuckle and vanilla lighted the room. My best friend Marsha, walked nude from the bathroom, leaving behind a warm breeze from her hot bath. I nervously waited on the bed in a see through blue baby doll nightgown and matching tong panties. Look I have seen my friend naked before, her being best friend all our lives, preceded that. But that night was the first time, I appreciated what she looks like. She is couple of inches taller than I am. Her body was slender, her hips slim and small, firm high-perched breast. Her nipples were dark and jutted out from her breasts, as if someone was sucking on them already. I moaned a little as I watched her saunter over to me. My heart jolted and my pulse pounded. And her skin was like peach tinted cream, with a dusting of freckles.

“What about her pussy?” the man whispered, putting his finger into his mouth, wetting them thoroughly.

“Her pussy? I was getting to that. Her pussy was sleek, trimmed with a smattering a blonde hair and from my view from the bed; I could see a trail of wetness rolling down her things. ‘Was it water from her bath, or it was something much better. Pussy juice. Mmm. I couldn’t wait to taste it, I was that horny.

She dims the light and climbed on the bed, and look at me said, “Here I am.”

Here she was. Suddenly the moment was right there, and I didn’t know what to do. I was nervous. She sighed and gathered me in her arms. And she gave me a moist sweet and gentle kiss on my lips.

Listening the man sighed; grabbing his cock with his well-lubricated hand and slowly moving it up and down. Up and down establishing a rhythm.

We had put the video in the VCR earlier, so she picked up the remote and press play. Soon sound of ecstasy fill the quiet room, as we stared transfix at the screen.

. “As you can see with my description of my friend, I am her complete opposite. While she is blonde, I am dark, with coca colored skin, dark hair, and my height is couple inches shorter that hers. I am full figure, with huge breast, a soft belly and soft thighs. My pussy is hairless and plump and while we were watching the video, I was soaking the sheets. As we both gaze at the scene reflected across the screen, her hand wandered causally down my thighs and between my legs, her fingers dip into my wetness, making me gasped. My breath started coming into harsh pant. The sensation of being touch by someone other than my self was intoxicating. As she caresses me, liquid wetness seemed to pour down from my cunt.

“My God, you are so wet,” she breathed breathlessly, as she continues to caress me. Soon our mouths meet and our tongues explore each other as if searching for gold. Her lips wandered down my collarbone, and to my breast, she suckles me, gnawing on my breast. My breast grew into stiff points. I moaned. Marsha grinned and replied, \"Yeah! I want to suck on these big meaty nipples and eat out your hot pussy.\"

I just smiled and sweetly said, “What are you waiting for? I\'m all hot, wet and ready for some tongue.”

Marsha had needed no more invitation. She sighed as she slowly moved lower, trailing her tongue over the slight paunch of my soft belly. She moved her face down letting her tongue linger in my bellybutton before finally bringing her face between my legs. She then slid her tongue into my hot pussy. I moaned the sensation was incredible. . She ran her tongue over every crevice, sucking out the juice.

The combine scent of both of us arousal was intoxicating. And wanted a taste. But I was enjoying what she was doing to me, she got me moaning, panting and calling out of assorted less-than-ladylike adjectives in my ecstasy..
Marsha reached behind her and grabbed the vibrator that was on the side table. She then slipped the vibrator into the hot confines of my pussy . At first, I thought she was done, but Marsha locked her lips over the hard, meaty nub of my clit. Sucking and tonguing it while she began to slowly thrust the vibrator in and out of my pussy. The pleasure was so intense that I start to wildly gyrate my sex against Marsha’s sucking mouth and tongue. As she continued to slowly thrust, the toy in and out of my pussy, but I could take, it anymore and I began to convulse and stiffen as orgasm me.


To soothe me, Marsha began to place feather-light kisses on my mound as she slowly slid the vibrator out and began to gently caress my sopping wet slit. It was the best orgasm I had in a long time, and I was basking in the afterglow.
As my breathing became more normal again, I looked into Marsha’s eyes; I can’t believe my best friend gave me a orgasm. “Are you okay?” she asked me. I nodded, as she light ran her hands up on down on my wet slit.


I drew her up; my mouthy covered her hungrily, not mining that I could taste my self on her lips. I turn her over and shove her unto the bed, spreading her. I grabbed the bottle of lotion, which I had put beside the vibrator on the table beside the bed. I then put a generous amount into my hand and rubbed them together, then massage it into Marsha’s breasts. Soon she began to pant and moan as my fingers kneed her flesh. Her jutting nipples became instantly hard as I continued to rub lotion into them. I then slowly ran my lotion-covered palms down her taunt belly, so different from mine. A hot ache grew in my pussy. Both of us started to moan. My hand wandered from her belly to the outer lips of her sex. I start to tease her, and she begged me to put my fingers in her. I then slipped one, then two, and finally three fingers of her right hand into the hot wet confines of Marsha’s now sopping wet pussy. I then slowly pulled my fingers out of her pussy and licked her juices off them. I loved the way her pussy juice tasted; it was tangy and sweet. \"Mmm you taste so yummy,\" I exclaimed as I suck my fingers clean.

\"Ah! Oh, shit! that feels good,\" Marsha pant as she felt her own orgasm approaching. But while she was on the verge of an orgasm, I was on mine.
My nipples grew and my pussy was gushing wetness like there was no tomorrow. I slipped my hand into my pussy and found little nub of my clit.

“Let me tell you that was the start of a great weekend,

“mmm,” said the man, as he cried for release.

“Are you okay father,” I asked, smiling secretly. I am not finished. Later that same night, after we had a brief nap. I woke Marsha’s up in the most pleasant of ways.

“Let\'s see what we have here,” I said, running my hand through curls of Marsha’s pubic hair, and over her already wet outer lips of her pussy, it was all hot and wet.”

I spread Marsha’s legs, and began to explore her cunt with my fingers, slowly sliding first one then two of my fingers inside hot flesh.
Marsha scolded me, about teasing her; she wanted to cum. Begging me really, but what a girl is to do. So I bent my head and searched, until I found her clit. I started to flick my tongue over the sensitive nub. I added a third finger and began to rapidly plunge my fingers into the warm confines of marsh’s pussy.
Marsha began to writhe beneath me, grinding her sex onto my mouth as grew close to another orgasm. “Oh God! Marsha cried. “Fuck me, fuck me harder! I pulled my fingers out of Marsha’s as she heaved and shake in reaction of the pleasure bombarding her body. I placed a kiss on Marsha’s pussy and made my way up to her stomach flicking my tongue into her naval then slithered up to her breast to give each nipple a quick kiss.

“Suck on my tit!” Marsha demanded. “Make me cum fucking hard!”

I decided to grant her request. I suck first one and then the other nipple into hardness, grabbing her tits like a diabetic, wanting cake. I munched on her tits, voraciously until she cum, just by sucking her tits alone. I then brought up my hand that was covered with pussy juice to Marsha’s lips, and she lick it, but not willing for her to get it all, I decided I needed my share of the treat that was coating my fingers. And we both lick, until it was all gone.

I know it was wrong, but we book the same hotel room for next weekend, this time we are inviting another friend, who hasn’t be dating awhile. Thanks for listening father.”

“That’s okay, my child,” he said on a strangled moan.