- When I Was A Kid -
Bi-Sexual Female / 21
The Confessional
I was about 12 when I began to have my sexual awakening. I began to fantasize about some of the older boys at school as they grew taller and developed muscles.
I also began to notice some of my girlfriends when we changed for gym class. When they weren't looking, I tried to peek at their budding breasts and whispers of hair growing between their legs.
I had all these thoughts in my mind when I went to bed at night. I found that I could get aroused by rubbing my stuff animals between my legs or grinding my pussy on my pillow.
I was very conflicted with all these unpure thoughts and activity. Being a good Catholic girl I thought that I should reveal them to my priest.
So after school I decided to take confession. Our parish keeps the confessional booth opened a little after school just for this purpose.
We have several priests at our church, and there is always someone coming and going. So you could never tell who you were going to get for confession, but it didn't matter as they were all so old. Besides, the screen in the confessional didn't help to identify who you were talking to.
I entered the booth, and said the formal bit "Bless me father for I have sinned...". He then asked me how long it had been since my last confession? Being nervous, I told him that I didn't know (not a good answer).
He then told me to confess my sins. I started off with a few innocuous things like lying, and being envious of others.
As I relaxed, I began to tell him that I had unpure thoughts. He asked me to explain further.
So I told him that I noticed that the other girls where developing faster than me (mixing in a bit of envy). He told me that was okay, and that God had a plan for everyone and I would grow into a woman in my own time.
He asked my age and I told him that I was 12. He then asked me if I had developed any attributes of a woman. I told that I had started to bleed on a regular basis. He asked if my mother had given me Kotex or a tampon. I said Kotex, and he told me that was good as a young woman should not be inserting anything in her vessel before she wed.
I told him I was hairless and the slit between my legs was still bald. I also told him that I was flatchested and my nipples only became erect like pencil erasers when I had unpure thoughts.
He asked me what made me have unpure thoughts. I didn't dare tell him that I lusted after some of the boys in my school or even men I knew, as I was afraid he would think I was a slut.
I thought it was safer to tell him how I was envious of how some of my girlfriends were developing as women. He asked me to explain.
So I told him some of the girls had started to grow a little hair between their legs, nothing too bushy, just a little "peach fuzz" as they called it.
I also told him that most of the girls in my class had already developed breasts of various sizes and shapes. I told him that Chloe had the biggest breasts, that jiggled whenever she laughed. And Samantha had puffy nipples about the size of a quarter.
He asked me if I stared at my friends when they were changing. I said of course not, I just stole a few glances. He said that was good as I shouldn't embarrass them, or risk them thinking I was strange.
The priest then asked me what I did when I had my unpure thoughts. I was really embarrassed and hesitated to tell him. He told me " do not be afraid my child, you must confess to be absolved of your sins".
So I told him that I grind myself on my pillow. He let out a cough out of confusion, and ask me what I meant. I haltingly tried to explain that I rubbed my pussy on my pillow, although not in so few words. He then moaned, although I am not sure why.
After an uncomfortable pause and some awkward fumbling, he asked me to tell him how this made me feel. I told him that I felt ashamed. "No no!" he exclaimed. "Tell me how you felt physically, not emotionally" he groaned.
I didn't really know how to describe it (other than saying that I liked it, which I didn't dare). So I said it was a tingly sensation, and it felt a little like I had to pee.
The priest told me that was a sign God was giving me that I was about to sin. Breathlessly he asked me if I ever touch myself. Now I requested an explanation. He excitedly asked me if I ever diddle myself? I was still confused about what he meant. So in a half-whisper he said "You know, do you ever insert a finger in your pussy?"
"Oh no!" I said (although now he had me a little curious). The priest repeated telling me that I must never insert anything into my vessel until I wed.
But then he said it was okay to rub myself, which surprised me a little. Telling that I was confused, he then elaborated that I could reach under my school skirt and gently stroke my inner thighs. He even encourage me to try it then, which I did. I gently caressed my inner thighs with my finger tips and enjoyed it so much that I bit my upper lip to stiffle a moan.
The priest asked me how it felt, and I whispered "Niiice!". The priest explained that although God tempts us, he does not want us to go all the way and lose our virginity. He wants us to save ourselves for marriage to encourage us to have children.
It is okay to pleasure ourselves by rubbing, but not to insert anything into our pussy before wedlock. He said that he could give me instructions on how to correctly pleasure myself if I wanted. I lustfully said "Oh yes, father!"
He then said that he would pleasure himself at the same time, and tell me what he was doing to help me. "Oh please!" I rèplied.
"Good!" he said, "And remember, just like a priest, you can never tell anyone what happens in the confessional". "I promise" I swore.
The priest told me to hike up my skirt. He then told me that he undid his robe, pulled down his underwear, and released his penis. He said it was about the width of his hand and already a little rigid from listening to my confession.
The priest then told me to spread my legs a little so I would be able to rub myself. He asked me what colour my panties were and I told him white. He told me he was also wearing "tighty-whities".
He told me to continue to rub my inner thighs gently, but also to start massaging over my panties with the flat of my hand. He asked if that felt good and I said "Oh God yes!" (he did not admonish me for using the Lord's name in vain).
He then described that he was stroking the shaft of his penis, gently at first but more vigorously as he got harder. As we both started to pleasure ourselves, our breathing got heavier and even become synchronized a little.
He told me that if I was extremely careful, he would tell me what to do to get unbelieveable pleasure. "Please tell me father!" I desperately requested.
He asked me if I knew what my clitorous or "clit" was? "I didn't" I said. He then told me to pull down my panties just enough so the top of my slit was showing. He made me promise again not to insert my finger in myself, but if I felt very gently at the top of my slit I might find my clit or a small bud-like protrusion.
I tried but I fumbled a bit at first in the darkness of the confessional booth. But when I found it, boy did I find it. It was like an electric bolt shot through me. I even let out a little squeal.
He told me that I could gently play with my clt but ..(continue confession)
I also began to notice some of my girlfriends when we changed for gym class. When they weren't looking, I tried to peek at their budding breasts and whispers of hair growing between their legs.
I had all these thoughts in my mind when I went to bed at night. I found that I could get aroused by rubbing my stuff animals between my legs or grinding my pussy on my pillow.
I was very conflicted with all these unpure thoughts and activity. Being a good Catholic girl I thought that I should reveal them to my priest.
So after school I decided to take confession. Our parish keeps the confessional booth opened a little after school just for this purpose.
We have several priests at our church, and there is always someone coming and going. So you could never tell who you were going to get for confession, but it didn't matter as they were all so old. Besides, the screen in the confessional didn't help to identify who you were talking to.
I entered the booth, and said the formal bit "Bless me father for I have sinned...". He then asked me how long it had been since my last confession? Being nervous, I told him that I didn't know (not a good answer).
He then told me to confess my sins. I started off with a few innocuous things like lying, and being envious of others.
As I relaxed, I began to tell him that I had unpure thoughts. He asked me to explain further.
So I told him that I noticed that the other girls where developing faster than me (mixing in a bit of envy). He told me that was okay, and that God had a plan for everyone and I would grow into a woman in my own time.
He asked my age and I told him that I was 12. He then asked me if I had developed any attributes of a woman. I told that I had started to bleed on a regular basis. He asked if my mother had given me Kotex or a tampon. I said Kotex, and he told me that was good as a young woman should not be inserting anything in her vessel before she wed.
I told him I was hairless and the slit between my legs was still bald. I also told him that I was flatchested and my nipples only became erect like pencil erasers when I had unpure thoughts.
He asked me what made me have unpure thoughts. I didn't dare tell him that I lusted after some of the boys in my school or even men I knew, as I was afraid he would think I was a slut.
I thought it was safer to tell him how I was envious of how some of my girlfriends were developing as women. He asked me to explain.
So I told him some of the girls had started to grow a little hair between their legs, nothing too bushy, just a little "peach fuzz" as they called it.
I also told him that most of the girls in my class had already developed breasts of various sizes and shapes. I told him that Chloe had the biggest breasts, that jiggled whenever she laughed. And Samantha had puffy nipples about the size of a quarter.
He asked me if I stared at my friends when they were changing. I said of course not, I just stole a few glances. He said that was good as I shouldn't embarrass them, or risk them thinking I was strange.
The priest then asked me what I did when I had my unpure thoughts. I was really embarrassed and hesitated to tell him. He told me " do not be afraid my child, you must confess to be absolved of your sins".
So I told him that I grind myself on my pillow. He let out a cough out of confusion, and ask me what I meant. I haltingly tried to explain that I rubbed my pussy on my pillow, although not in so few words. He then moaned, although I am not sure why.
After an uncomfortable pause and some awkward fumbling, he asked me to tell him how this made me feel. I told him that I felt ashamed. "No no!" he exclaimed. "Tell me how you felt physically, not emotionally" he groaned.
I didn't really know how to describe it (other than saying that I liked it, which I didn't dare). So I said it was a tingly sensation, and it felt a little like I had to pee.
The priest told me that was a sign God was giving me that I was about to sin. Breathlessly he asked me if I ever touch myself. Now I requested an explanation. He excitedly asked me if I ever diddle myself? I was still confused about what he meant. So in a half-whisper he said "You know, do you ever insert a finger in your pussy?"
"Oh no!" I said (although now he had me a little curious). The priest repeated telling me that I must never insert anything into my vessel until I wed.
But then he said it was okay to rub myself, which surprised me a little. Telling that I was confused, he then elaborated that I could reach under my school skirt and gently stroke my inner thighs. He even encourage me to try it then, which I did. I gently caressed my inner thighs with my finger tips and enjoyed it so much that I bit my upper lip to stiffle a moan.
The priest asked me how it felt, and I whispered "Niiice!". The priest explained that although God tempts us, he does not want us to go all the way and lose our virginity. He wants us to save ourselves for marriage to encourage us to have children.
It is okay to pleasure ourselves by rubbing, but not to insert anything into our pussy before wedlock. He said that he could give me instructions on how to correctly pleasure myself if I wanted. I lustfully said "Oh yes, father!"
He then said that he would pleasure himself at the same time, and tell me what he was doing to help me. "Oh please!" I rèplied.
"Good!" he said, "And remember, just like a priest, you can never tell anyone what happens in the confessional". "I promise" I swore.
The priest told me to hike up my skirt. He then told me that he undid his robe, pulled down his underwear, and released his penis. He said it was about the width of his hand and already a little rigid from listening to my confession.
The priest then told me to spread my legs a little so I would be able to rub myself. He asked me what colour my panties were and I told him white. He told me he was also wearing "tighty-whities".
He told me to continue to rub my inner thighs gently, but also to start massaging over my panties with the flat of my hand. He asked if that felt good and I said "Oh God yes!" (he did not admonish me for using the Lord's name in vain).
He then described that he was stroking the shaft of his penis, gently at first but more vigorously as he got harder. As we both started to pleasure ourselves, our breathing got heavier and even become synchronized a little.
He told me that if I was extremely careful, he would tell me what to do to get unbelieveable pleasure. "Please tell me father!" I desperately requested.
He asked me if I knew what my clitorous or "clit" was? "I didn't" I said. He then told me to pull down my panties just enough so the top of my slit was showing. He made me promise again not to insert my finger in myself, but if I felt very gently at the top of my slit I might find my clit or a small bud-like protrusion.
I tried but I fumbled a bit at first in the darkness of the confessional booth. But when I found it, boy did I find it. It was like an electric bolt shot through me. I even let out a little squeal.
He told me that I could gently play with my clt but ..(continue confession)
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# 50905 - by ReginaSlut / April 17, 2021
