The Priest Teaches His Flock

Sally jumped when she felt him push his penis into the palms of her hand. She could not stop, her hands pinned beneath his crotch, his body pressing in hard. 

“Good girl, Sally. I don’t want your hands moving.” His hands moved down to her half naked breasts again, grabbing the cross and moving down the gentle slope of her breast until it reached the edge of her bra. He slowly let his cock rub on her hands, feeling her trying to jerk her hands out, but only stimulating his crock to greater hardness. Today she would not be so lucky. Today she would have to make him cum before she went home. “Don’t move your hands!” 

He now had access to inside her bra cup, the cross moving inside the cup, trying to find a hard nipple to abuse. “You have nice large breasts, Sally. So important for breast feeding your children when you get older. It is important that your nipples are big so that your babies will be able to suckle them.”

Sally was flushed, her hands forced to grab his hard penis, her fingers feeling the member jerking in response to her touch. He moved the scratching cross inside her bra, his other hand pulling it from her body, his eyes able to see down inside it. She knew that he could see her nipples, but she could not stop him from molesting her body. “OOOOWWW, AAAGGG, that hurts soooo bad,” she cried out, her fingers jerking, pushing on his hard penis, the thorns on the cross finding her delicate nipple and scratching it hard, the tiny thorns feeling like nails on the hardened nipple.

“Your nipples were made for nursing, I can see that they are very large. Let me move this bra out of the way,” pulling her bra down, revealing her naked breast to his gaze.

“Don’t uncover them, please Father John,” she begged, her face turning red in humiliation as she was stripped naked to the waist for the first time in her life to a male.

“Nonsense, child, I am your Priest,” his hand reaching under the globe of her right breast and hefting it up in his palm. He moved the cross to the nipple, his cock twitching as he saw the dark red nipple, the cross already teasing it into hardness. He let the cross touch her nipple, watching as tiny goose bumps appeared on her areola, the dark skin accented against her pale breasts. 

“AAAAHHH, NNNNOO,” she moaned as he dragged the sharp cross over her hardened nipple, letting the thorns rub harshly over the nipple and areola. “That hurts toooo much.”

“It is for Jesus, to show him that you will suffer for him.” He pushed harder, letting the cross rub on her nipple, seeing it turn dark red as the thorns abraded the tender flesh. It would hurt her later when he sucked her nipples into his mouth, but he did not care. Her pain would make his cock harder. He rubbed his cock on her hands, “good girl,” his cock jerking in appreciation to her soft hands. He let the cross rub over her entire breast, his hand hefting the globes up in his hand, his fingers often brushing across the hardened nipples, plucking at the youthful flesh.

Sally could feel Father John’s fingers brushing across her breasts, but the painful cross made in inconsequential that he was molesting her. The painful scratching of the cross on her breasts and especially her sensitive nipples was more important. She felt him rubbing his hard penis against her hand, unable and unwilling to stop him, feeling it jerking as she moved her hand to keep it from cramping, pinned between the back of the chair and his groin.

He stopped rubbing the cross on her naked breasts, letting it drop between her naked cleavage, nestled between the twin hillocks. He looked at her young breasts, now red and sore, her nipples swollen to twice their size, a dark red instead of the light pink when he started. He knew that they would be tender and sore for a while and that made his cock twitch in excitement. Whenever she moved around, her bra would scratch painfully against her nipples, keeping them in constant erection, reminding her of the punishment.

Chapter 3 Sally Pays for Her Sins

He moved around in front of her, watching her expression as she sat there, her breasts pushed up by the bra still tightened beneath them, the twin peaks rising and falling with her ragged breathing, her eyes showing the humiliation of having to submit to the fondling and abuse of her youthful breasts.

“Look at what the tempting of your body has done. My penis is swollen and hard. Your naked breasts and your soft hands have filled my testicles with the demon seed of sperm. You must purge the evil fluids from my loins. Do you understand what must be done Sally?”

Sally was afraid, afraid of what Father John was going to require of her. “I’m sorry Father.” She moved to pull her bra up.

“No, leave the tempting flesh naked. I will spill my seed on them for doing this to me.” He moved closer to her, his hands moving over her naked globes again, this time no pretense for the fondling of her flesh. He lowered his hand to his trousers, sliding the zipper down, unbuckling the belt and opening his trousers. He watched the shocked look on her face as she saw the bulge in his shorts.

She felt him grab her hands and move them towards his open pants, fighting the movement, pulling back, not wanting to do what he would require of her.

“How dare you defy your priest, Sally! Now move your hands over here now or I will tell your parents how you showed your naked body to me and tried to tempt me with your flesh.” He watched the expression on her face, having seen the look before. First the shock of his revealing his hardened cock, the panic at his request and now the threat of suffering her parent’s displeasure at her behavior. He saw her expression as she finally realized that she would have to do as he said, the feeling of acceptance of her fate at his hands.

She relaxed her arms, allowing him to move her hands over and push them inside his trousers, her fingers forced to encircle the hard member inside. She could feel how hot it was, the trousers no longer covering it, the thin shorts hardly any protection. She felt a wet spot on his shorts, cringing as it clung to her finger. She heard him moan, his penis jerking as she touched it, surprised at how much it moved about in her hand.

“Much better, Sally. Feel my mighty sword. You, a servant of the lord, will be privileged to take it in your hand and force out the demon seed that you are responsible for. We’ll have to work on cleansing your body. Now I want you to run your hand up and down my sword. And pay particular attention to the end of it, the mighty head. It is for there that my demon seed will come forth to bath your body.” He began to relax, feeling Sally give in to his demands, her soft hand beginning to run up and down his shaft, her fingers playing over the head as he ordered her.

Sally did as she ordered, her hand gripping the hard member and stroking it up and down. She moved to the head, feeling a big ridge around it, letting her fingers pinch the end, it jerking in response. She could feel his shorts getting wetter, maybe he had already shot out his seed. She stopped, hoping she was finished.

“Don’t stop, you are just making it leak a little. It has so much to shoot out. You will know when it is empty. It will begin to get soft. Now begin again, and use your other hand to grab my testicles and squeeze them gently. It is from there that the demon seed is made. You will have to force it out,” moaning as she began to gently massage his swollen balls. 

She let her fingers stroke the sword up and down, her other hand gently caressing his testicles, feeling the heavy twin balls, gripping them, his moans showing that she was doing it right.

“On your knees in front of me, Sally,” watching as she slipped off the chair, her naked breasts bouncing as she kneeled before him, her face in front of his open pants, her hands still stroking his hard cock.

She was really scared now, her face only inches from his open pants. She saw him push his pants down to his knees, his shorts the only thing covering his penis. Why doesn’t he shoot out his seed? She was doing it like he ordered her to.

He watched her expression as he slowly lowered his shorts, his cock bouncing out, thick and hard, drops of cum on the swollen head, his heavy ball sack hanging beneath, two large balls, filled with his cum. Her eyes were wide open in fear, her hand frozen in space. “Back to work, Sally, purge my body of the demon seed.” He grabbed her hand and placed it on his dick, her hand jumping back as she felt the hard cock.

She could not believe it. He had placed her hand on his naked penis, the hot, hard member pulsating. This was a man of God and he was forcing her to rub his penis. Rub it until he shot on her naked breasts. She pulled back like her hand was burned. “Please, Father John, don’t make me do it.”

“Now Sally, you must pay for your sins. Your body tempted a man of God. You must now perform an act of contrition.” He grabbed her tiny hand and moved it back to his cock, wrapping her fingers around the large member. “Now rub it until you drive the demon seed from my loins,” he ordered her, watching her face. He smiled when her hand wrapped itself around his huge cock and began to stroke it up and down, hesitantly at first, then harder, dragging her hand up over the swollen head.

He moved his hand down under her chin, lifting her head up so he could see her eyes. “Eyes open Sally, I want you to see what you have done to me, see what you have done to a man of God. Good girl, now use your other hand and squeeze the seed out of my testicles,” her face only inches from his pulsating cock, her hand moving up and down his hardened member, tiny drops of cum leaking from the head as she did.