The Priest Teaches His Flock-Ch 8 The Celebration of Candles

He let his fingers run over her naked flesh, the upper breasts that peeked out the top of her bra, running along her cleavage, feeling the goose bumps appear as he molested her. “Turn around.” His hands at her waist, turning her back to him. She knew it was so he could strip her bra off, but at least she was spared from touching his hard sword. She felt his hands on her back, rubbing up and down her naked flesh.

He fumbled with the bra catch, eventually unsnapping it, seeing the strain in the strap release. Her hands moved up, keeping the bra cups covering her breasts, her palms pressing it tightly against her naked flesh. He moved closer to her, his crotch demanding against her ass, his cock jerking in pleasure. He rubbed himself on her covered ass, hands on her naked waist, holding her in place as he masturbated his cock on her. He let his hands run up and down her arms until he came to her shoulders, pushing the bra straps down her arms until her clutching of her breasts stopped the movement. “Let your hands down, reach behind you and grab my sword again. Your round buttocks are making it so hard.”

Sally moved her hands back, feeling her bra slip to the floor, her naked breasts free of confinement. She placed her hands between her butt and his crotch, again finding his hard sword, both hands rubbing it. 

His hands ran up her arms again, then slowly moving in front, feeling her naked breast flesh. 

“No” she begged, feeling his callused hands reaching for her naked flesh, unable to stop him from having his way with her body. She shuddered as his fingers ran over her nipples, teasing the rubbery tips into hardness, embarrassingly unable to control her own body.

Father John hefted her globes, his palms gently lifting the flesh, his fingertips running back and forth over her nipples, strumming them into hardness. He smiled at her disloyal body, her chest heaving as he manipulated her young tit flesh. He pushed his cock more firmly into her hands, feeling the pleasure her fingers gave as she stroked him. “Your body is betraying you, Sally. God can feel your lust. He can feel your nipples harden in pleasure. I’m going to have to punish your breasts. Drive the evil from them.”

“It’s you doing it Father. I can’t help it!”

“Nonsense, child. I’m a man of the cloth. I am only bringing out what is already in your body.” He pinched her nipples between his fingertips, pulling up her breasts, feeling her body stretch up, rising onto her toes.

“That hurts Father! You’re hurting my nipples, please…!” She arched up higher onto her toes as his fingers, tightening on the sensitive flesh, stretching her breasts unnaturally.

Releasing her abruptly, he swung her around by the hips until she was facing him. Her hands were again at her side, so he grabbed her wrists and brought them back to his trousers, her fingers grabbing his cock once more. He swung his open hand and slapped her right breast, his fingertip hitting the flesh under her nipple, making it bounce on her chest.

“Don’t slap them, please,” she begged as his hand slapped her other breast, both of them turning pink. She felt them bounce up and down, humiliated as he played with them like they were toys. She cried out when his finger snapped her hard nipples, the pain shooting through her.

He appreciated the sight of her breasts, a slight pink from the slaps, her nipples poking out, swollen from his fingertips. Her nipples pointed, begging to be abused. He slid his hand down, sensing her pull in her tight stomach as he moved to the snap on her jeans. 

She felt his hands on her jeans, looked down, his hands unsnapping them, one hand slowly lowering the zipper. It sounded so loud as it moved downward, her white cotton panties beginning to show.

Father John slid his hand into her jeans, running over her panty-covered abdomen, feeling her body tense up again as he pushed his hand deeper into her jeans until he could feel her bush. “The boys would love to slip their hands in your pants like I’m doing. I’m going to have to masturbate you and make you have an orgasm. Show you what happens when you let boys play with your untrained body.” He let his finger trace her pussy lips, pushing her simple panties aside, letting his fingers saw up and down her slit. “Such nice puffy lips, Sally.”

“No! Don’t do this to me!” she cried out, feeling a stirring between her legs as his fingers continued to masturbate her pussy. She had never had an orgasm before; her parents taught her that masturbation was the devil’s toy.

He pulled his hand out of her jeans, and pulled them over her ass.

Sally felt so embarrassed. Father John was pulling down her pants and she was standing here, breasts naked, and letting him. Why did he keep doing this to her? She knew that she must let him; her mother gave him permission to punish her if she disobeyed. She felt him kneel on the floor, his hands sliding the jeans down her legs past her knees before he stopped, leaving them to bind her legs together. She looked down to see Father John stare up at her before his gaze moved to her sex.

Father John moved his hands to the waist of her cotton panties and let them slowly slide down the back until they were below her hillocks, her buttocks now naked. He grabbed the taut flesh in his palms, one cheek in each hand and squeezed tightly. “You have such a lovely bottom for such a young girl, Sally. You are lucky the Lord gave you such a nice body. You must show your gratitude to your Lord by sharing it with your Priest.”

“Yes, Father John, my body is yours.” Sally resigned herself to the fact that he was going to have his way with her and there was nothing she could do about it. 

“Pull your panties down in the front for me Sally. Show me your sex. Pull them all the way down to your jeans,” he ordered her, watching her blush as her hands moved down and slid the white panties down over her abdomen until her bush began to show. “More Sally, show me more,” his whispered order humiliating her even more as he watched her slowly strip naked for him.

He was making her take off her own clothes, degrading her, uncovering her own sex, his eyes only inches from her naked flesh. His arms still wrapped around her hips, hands clenching and unclenching her firm ass cheeks, making her gasp each time. He pulled out on her cheeks as he squeezed them, feeling her buttocks part, knowing her tiny anus was exposed. Soon he would have her bound face down on the table. Soon he would be teasing her tiny anus. His cock jerked in anticipation.

She was almost naked now, her jeans and panties hanging uselessly below her knees, the rest of her body bare. 

“Over here,” he pushed her toward the altar, watching as she took tiny steps, her jeans and panties binding her legs together. It made her shake her ass so sensuously. 

She felt the edge of the altar hit her stomach, Father John’s hand on her back forcing her bent over face down on the table. “Please,” she begged, again.

Father John knelt behind her, rubbing his hands up and down her legs and over her ass, feeling the silky smooth skin. He moved his hands down to her jeans and began to pull them off. “Lift up one leg,” her right leg off the ground, Father John pulled on the jeans. “Now the other,” stripping the garment from her body, the panties torn off at the same time. He now had her naked. “Such lovely skin, Sally,” he rubbed all over her body, his calloused hands harshly chafing her girlish flesh.

“Put on the robe while I go prepare.” He pushed her over to the white robe and slowly began to strip off his own clothes. He savored her terrified look as he lowered his shorts, his large cock, already swollen and hard, protruded out. “God wants me the same way Sally, naked.” He picked up a black robe and pulled it on, the zipper rising up noisily.