I Masturbate During Confession

***all parties are over 18 years old and are fully consenting***

I had been at my private all-girls Catholic high school since 9th grade. I was over 18 now - I knew all of the students, all of the teachers... I knew the rules and how to function as part of the school unit. Then one day, a new teacher, Father Ash, started. He was tall and lean, with an athlete's body and a chiseled face. His dark hair sat piled on top of his head with a single curl that somehow dropped to the center of his forehead. His blue eyes held a world of passion and his lips would turn up in a smirk every now and then when he was teaching.

I was pretty invisible compared to the other girls in the school. Plain brown hair, brown eyes, curvy figure, and short stature. I was pretty basic and I liked it that way. No one really looked at me or gave me any attention. Until Father Ash.

He would corner me in the halls to talk about my homework or somehow sit one row behind me in mass. He seemed to be everywhere I looked; not that I minded. Every lock of his eyes made a heat form in my belly.

At night I would finger my pussy to the thought of him eating me out, rubbing my clit until I came, or forcing me down to my knees to suck his hard cock until he came in my mouth. But I knew he took a vow of celibacy. He wouldn't break it for anything, let alone a Plain Jane he seemed to always be within earshot of.

One day at confession, I slipped inside the box and made the form of a cross over my heart.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."

"What is your confession?" the voice from the other side of the box said.

When I heard the voice of Father Ash. I cleared my throat.

"I, umm... I've been having impure thoughts. About someone at school."

"I see. And what do you do when you have these impure thoughts?"

"I... I touch myself, Father."

I heard a shifting in his seat. "How do you do it?"

"Well, I use my fingers to rub my clit."

A belt buckle was undone and a sigh came from Father Ash.

"And then what?"

I swallowed. "Then I take two fingers and put them inside of me and pump them in and out. But they're barely long enough to reach my g-spot so I have to use my hairbrush sometimes."

I heard slow strokes coming from the other side of the booth.

Oh my god, was he masturbating to the image of me getting off? That thought alone made my pussy flood.

"Keep going," he grunted as the movements became faster.

"Then I shove my hairbrush in and out of me so quickly that my eyes roll to the back of my head and my back arches off the bed as I come. Sometimes I've even squirted and soaked my blanket."

"Oh, fuck," he murmered as he let out a moan. It was followed by heavy breathing. "Your sins have been forgiven. Go in peace."

I swallowed. "Thank you, Father."

I left the confessional feeling confused and extremely horny. I didn't know clergymen were allowed to masturbate, let alone to a student. All I knew is I needed to get back to my room fast so I could take care of the flood between my thighs.

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FATHER ASH

That girl was going to be the death of me, with her fuck me hips, perfect full tits, and ass that was begging for my handprints to stain it. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen; 18 with so much life left in her. Little did she know I jacked off to her every night, sometimes multiple times a night, just to make it to class the next day without a raging boner. I made sure to always be one step behind her or somehow around her in some form so I never had to take my eyes off of her.

And the time she visited the confessional and talked about rubbing what I dreamed would be a perfect fucking pussy pushed me over the edge. I'm pretty sure my cum is still dripping down the confessional walls.

I needed to get her back in that booth.

My hopes were answered the next day when I heard the curtain slide open and close again and a little sigh was heard from the other side.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

"Tell me about it," I answered.

"Well, I did it again. I masturbated to the man I've been lusting after."

"I see. And did you do it in the same way that you described before?"

"Yes, Father."

Fuck I loved when she called me Father. Maybe one day she'd call me Daddy, too.

"Let me hear how you do it."

I heard her gasp. "How I- How I do it?"

"Yes, my child. Let me hear how you rub your pretty little pussy at night. Flip your skirt up and spread your legs."

After a pause, I heard rustling from the other side and then more silence.

"Have you obeyed me?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Good girl."

I unbuckled my pants again and pulled out my hard, aching cock. My hand wrapped around the thick shaft and began slowly toying with tugging and pulling.

"What now?" she asked in a small voice.

"Take your two fingers and rub circles over your clit nice and slow."

After another pause, I heard mewling from the other side of the booth.

"Tell me how it feels, sweet girl."

"It feels... It feels so good."

"As good as when you do it in secret?"

"Better," she moaned. "So much better."

My hand started moving faster.

"Now suck those two fingers in your mouth and then put them in your pussy."

"Yes, Father," she answered.

I heard a pop of her mouth around her fingers and then the unmistakable sound of a wet pussy being pumped into. My hand started to stroke my cock even faster as I played the image in my brain of what my student was doing just on the other side of a flimsy piece of latticed wood.

"Pump them faster," I said between heavy breaths.

Her squelches because closer together.

"Oh my god, Father... Fuck," she moaned. "Oh Jesus fuck, I'm gunna fucking come."

"Wait for me," I said as my orgasm neared. "Are you ready?"

"Please please please," she moaned. "Please, I need to come."

"Come for me, baby," I growled, as I pumped a few more times and cum shot out of my cock, coating the side of the confessional. As I watched drops splatter against the wood, I heard my student moan loudly, the sound muffled from the outside but crystal clear to me.

Our breathing matched as we came down from our high.

"Your sins have been forgiven," I said. "Now come back again tomorrow. I have a feeling you'll be doing some kneeling for the sins you'll be committing."

"Yes, Father."