The Priest Teaches His Flock Ch 9 & Ch 10

Charlotte couldn’t believe she was doing it, but she was, raising her skirt high above her waist and holding it there, seeing her reflection in the mirror, her long legs now seeming even longer, her simple white panties the only garment hiding her sex from the Bishop. And she was not even sure how long he would allow them to stay on, his hands moving up and down her hips. She watched as one of the Bishop’s hands moved to her butt, his large hand able to encircle the tiny cheek, feeling him grip her tightly.

“You’re being such a grown up girl, Charlotte,” his hands enjoying the touch of her teenage flesh. Her ass was so resilient and firm, his hand able to grab her entire cheek in his palm, feeling his fingertips slip between her crack, his cock jerking in his pants at the thought of her tiny little anus nestled tight between her cheeks. “Face the mirror now, Charlotte,” turning her so the front of her body was reflected in the mirror, eager for his hands play over her pussy. “Spread your legs open for the Lord, Charlotte,” his hands on her hips, rubbing up and down the shapely hips, feeling her lower body begin to move back and forth. “Obey the Lord,” he ordered her, her legs parting only slightly, wanting more.

Still not understanding why, she obeyed; her legs moving outward, the Bishop behind her, whispering in her ear. She spread her legs outward, the Bishop continuing to demand, forcing her to obey solely by the tone of his voice, seeing her panties stretch across her abdomen as the spread of her legs became more severe. His hands were becoming more familiar on her body, urging her hips to move back and forth, watching her own reflection in the mirror, her sex thrusting in a mock sex act. When pulled back, she could feel a hard object against her cheeks, knowing that she was having a sexual effect on the Bishop, his hard penis rubbing against her, not knowing whether she should be ashamed of herself for doing such a sinful thing or proud that her body could do this to a powerful man like the Bishop.

The Bishop fanned his fingers over her abdomen, watching her face in the mirror, seeing her submission to him. He moved lower, letting his fingernail trace up and down her pussy slit, sliding her white panties into the groove, already feeling the moisture from her body soak the material.

This was much more intense than when she rubbed her own pussy with her fingers. His hands were so much more demanding of her body, forcing responses from it that she hadn’t known she’d had. She let her legs bow out a bit, wanting to give his finger complete access to her pussy, wanting to feel his fingernail push harder between her lips.

“I like that, Charlotte,” complimenting her when she bowed her legs out, “you like this, don’t you? Does it feel good?”

Charlotte felt so naughty, watching her own reflection in the mirror, seeing his finger highlighting her pussy slit in her panties the same time she felt the fingernail dragging her panties along her inner pussy. She knew that she was getting wetter but she no longer cared. She pushed backward, feeling the Bishop’s hard penis touch her ass, letting her hips rock side to side, sliding over the throbbing flesh behind her. It was naughty to do such a thing to a priest, never mind that he was a Bishop, but his fingers were drawing such sexual lust to the surface of her body, she was unable to control her own emotions. 

The Bishop was enjoying the way Charlotte’s body responded to his masturbating finger. He pushed in deeper, feeling her lips close around him, sawing up and down her slit as she rocked back and forth. He wanted more. He wanted to feel her naked pussy, to let his fingers slide along her moist passage. “Move over to the desk,” pushing her over until her legs touched the edge. “Down, bend over the desk for me, Charlotte,” she submissively complied with his request, her ass pushing up against his hard cock as she did. “You look so pretty that way, Charlotte,” his hand running over her ass as she put her head down on the desk. 

She jumped at his touch. One minute she was bent over the desk, her skirt pushed high above her waist, her panty-covered butt arched upward, the next she felt the rush of the cool air on her naked cheeks. In a quick flash the Bishop had pulled her panties down to her knees, leaving her bent over the desk, her naked ass pushed out. It was so exciting, half naked, the Bishop behind her, but at the same time it was so embarrassing. This was the first time any male had ever seen her naked. Her panties hanging at her knees made it so much more humiliating. 

“You look so pretty like this, Charlotte. Such a good girl you are, obeying me. Do you want me to touch you again?” The Bishop whispered in her ear, but his hand was already rubbing over her naked cheeks, enjoying her naked flesh, feeling her tremble from his touch. 

“Oh God!” she blurted out, the Bishop’s hand moving between her legs and touching her naked pussy for the first time. It was an electric touch, a strange hand touching her naked pussy. She thought she would cum; it was so intense.

“Yes, God would want you to celebrate before Him, Charlotte. Can you do that, can you cum for God?” His fingers moved up and down her slit, her juices instantly soaking them. Her body responded to his fingering, two fingers now pushing up and down her slit, inspecting as he did, feeling the hot silky flesh of her inner pussy lips, her juices allowing his fingers to glide effortlessly.

He forced her legs open. Well, more like prompting as she willingly parted them, giving him complete access to her sex. It felt strange when his fingers began to inspect her pussy lips, touching every single spot of the most intimate part of her body, as if he owned it. She continued to feel embarrassed, his hands and fingers taking such liberties with her body. Is this what Sally did? Does Sally have to strip for Father John as the Bishop was making her do?

“I enjoy touching you, Charlotte. Your pussy is so beautiful, the way it is displayed as you are bent over the desk. You are so wet, Charlotte. Are you going to celebrate before God, Charlotte?” The Bishop touched her clit, her ass arching up high as soon as his fingertip made contact with the sensitive bud. It felt like he had electrocuted her pussy with his touch, her ass shoved outward, trying to escape his touch. “So soft,” he murmured into her ear, “such a nice, soft pussy.”

She felt his other hand stroke her cheeks, pushing her ass back down, his finger again returning to her clit. “Mmmm,” she moaned as his calloused finger rubbed over the tender button. She felt so open, her ass naked and arched up as his hands continued to play with her body. She did not think she could last much longer, her arousal at a fever pitch, her hips moving back and forth on his gentle masturbating fingers.

“Let yourself go, Charlotte. Surrender and celebrate before God,” the Bishop’s fingers moving faster up and down her slit, his other fingers grabbing her clit tightly, rubbing it.

Charlotte let go, the orgasm so powerful, her body shuddering and trembling, her juices soaking his hand, embarrassed that he was seeing her cum. She began to cry, sobbing as she came, humiliated that her body had betrayed her.

The Bishop continued to stroke her, holding her, whispering in her ear, “you are so good, Charlotte,” his fingers rubbing her pussy lightly, feeling her body shaking, Charlotte still crying. “You are such a grown up girl, just like your sister, Sally.” He held her until she stopped crying, his hand continuing to run over her body. 

“Get dressed, Charlotte,” helping to pull her panties up, catching one last glimpse of her pussy as she moved her legs together. He watched her smooth her skirt down, kissing her on the cheek, “go home now, Charlotte,” watching as she left the room.

Chapter 10 Sally Rides the Cross

Father John hadn’t even said hello to Sally. Pulling her along the corridor again, Sally knowing that they were going back into the basement again. She shuddered when she saw the cross. It was huge, standing over eight feet high, four feet wide, made out of heavy wood. It was a little strange for a cross, it looked like it was upside down, the cross piece lower down the upright, not near the top like a normal cross. At least the altar was gone, but she feared the cross, not sure what it would be used for, but scared that her body would somehow be secured to it. Father John seemed to enjoy that, stripping her and tying her up, leaving her body open to whatever he desired to do to her.

“You look very lovely, Sally. Are you going to be a good girl today?” He moved towards her, grabbing one of her hands and moving it to his crotch. “See, you have already made my sword hard. Rub it for the Lord.” He enjoyed the feel of her tiny hand, not even able to fully grasp his cock, her hand moving up and down his shaft as he stared into her eyes, seeing her humiliation, seeing her submit to him. It felt good, her hand rubbing up and down his cock. She was learning quickly to please him. Today she would learn much more, today she would learn to please his cock with her pussy. While she was technically not a virgin any longer, the cross having taken her hymen, she still had not felt a cock inside her snug pussy.