The Priest Teaches His Flock-Ch 11 The Retreat

Sally jumped as the door handle turned, the door slowly opening. Just as she suspected, Father John was the first through the door, Bishop Samuel following. Both were wearing bathrobes, bulges in the front, their cocks already hard at the thought of entering her body.

"Good evening, girls. It's time for your evening prayers," Father John said, a smile on his face. "Charlotte, you stay over there with Bishop Samuel, Sally, over here. I will instruct you in prayer." 

Bishop Samuel sat down on the bed. "Over here, Charlotte," watching her scrambling to move next to him, his eyes on her short nightgown sliding up high on her legs, hoping to catch a glimpse of her panties.

"Yes Bishop," quickly settling in next to him. Looking down, her nightgown high up on her thighs, her hands trying pull it down, the garment too short to cover much.

Bishop Samuel slid his hand down on Charlotte’s thigh, pushing the nightgown up higher again. “No need to hide, Charlotte, the Lord has given you a lovely body and you must let us celebrate it.”

Sally moved towards Father John, his hands beckoning her closer to the edge. She tried as hard as she could to keep her nightgown down but its shortness did little to hide her naked legs, afraid that Bishop Samuel could see under it, see her naked sex.

"Kneel on the bed, Sally," his hands gripping her hips as he turned her towards the headboard. He pushed her up tall, her naked breasts beneath the nightgown, the nipples pushing out the thin fabric. His hand slid down her back, slowly, over the gentle swell of her buttocks, feeling her squirming at his touch. "Behave, Sally!" She froze, his hands returning to the task of feeling her lovely body. "Much better. You must let the Lord celebrate your beautiful body, His masterpiece of perfection," as his hands continued to roam over her buttocks, sliding down to touch her naked thighs. "Good girl, Sally, now bow your head in prayer," his other hand pushing down on her back.

She felt his hands roaming all over her body, knowing that this would not be just a prayer session, he intended to use her body again, more humiliating this time because Bishop Samuel and Charlotte would be watching, fearing that Bishop Samuel might be joining in. She tried to avoid his hands until he scolded her, fearing further punishment like earlier tonight, not wanting to endure that again. She let his calloused hands continue molesting her, moving down onto her naked thighs, his touch harsh. She felt her body being pushed down, his other hand still on her naked thighs till she was almost on all fours, her short nightgown rising up in the back, his hands following her naked skin. She could only imagine how she looked, feeling as if she were wagging her naked butt in front of the Bishop.

"Yes, very lovely, Sally," Father John sliding his hand up her silky thighs, pushing her short nightgown up higher and higher, his hands caressing her naked butt, the nightgown now bunched above her waist. Her skin was so smooth and silky, her buttocks tight. He pressed down on her head, his other hand pushing underneath her, raising her ass up higher. “Arch up for the Lord, Sally. Or, would you rather be bound in position?” He watched her push her butt out and up, offering up her naked bottom to him.

She didn’t want to be bound, made helpless by Father John with ropes. But this was almost as bad, forced into positions that were provocative and highlighted her young, naked body, to not only Father John but also Charlotte and Bishop Samuel. She pushed her butt into the air, her back sloping sharply downward, his hands returning to her naked buttocks.

“Spread your legs for us, show us God’s treasures,” Father John urged her, his hands sliding down her satiny thighs, moving between them, his strong hands pushing out. He watched her knees skidding along the blanket, her pussy peeking out from behind, her cheeks parting, the tiny wrinkled hole snuggled tightly between them. He moved his hands up her back, sliding the nightgown up higher, pulling it over her head, leaving her naked and posed for him. He lay across on her back, his hands reaching underneath her to grasp her hanging breasts in his big hands. “Do they still hurt?” he whispered, tugging on her nipples, hearing soft groans from her lips.

She could feel his sword beneath his robe sliding along her naked butt, his fingers grabbing her swollen nipples, pinching them, the pain of the rod returning. Her hips began moving in response to the pain, trying to escape the harsh fingers.

“Yes child, like that,” her ass rubbing along his hard cock. His other hand sliding beneath her, cupping her sex in his large palm, pulling her up hard against his throbbing cock. “How you tease the Lord with your sex, Sally,” his hips moving back and forth to rub his pulsating cock on her teenage ass. He began humping her, his hips moving back and forth, her body exciting him. Kneeling up, he pulled off his robe, his red throbbing cock bobbing in front of him. “I can’t wait any longer, Sally. It is time to take my sword inside you.”

Bishop Samuel was getting excited watching Father John with Sally. He pulled Charlotte closer to him, his hands on her near naked thighs, her short nightgown riding high on her legs. He grabbed the hem of the nightgown and began pulling up. “Raise your butt up, Charlotte, let me slip your nightgown off,” the fabric almost ripping as she let the gown slide out from under her, Bishop Samuel now free to pull it up and over her head. He looked at her, half naked, her breasts so firm, her nipples pointed, still red from the abuse, only a pair of thin panties hiding her treasures from his eyes.

Charlotte was again stripped for the Bishop, an excitement between her legs again. She couldn’t understand the feelings, ashamed that a man of the cloth was sexually exciting her. She watched his hands rubbing over her body, powerful hands squeezing her firm breasts as if they were melons to be tested for ripeness. Charlotte parted her legs as his hand slid down her naked stomach, knowing his hands would go there. 

“Such a good girl you are, Charlotte,” his hand slipped into her panties, sliding down her abdomen to push into her bush. He yanked on the hair, hearing a tiny yelp when he painfully pulled out some of the hairs. “Wider, Charlotte,” his finger searching out her puffy lips, sliding down between them as her legs spread further, giving him complete access to her virgin sex. He nestled his finger between her lips, her juices running freely as he began stroking up and down the satiny flesh. “Take out my sword and caress it. Watch as Sally takes Father John’s sword inside her hot body. You will learn to do that, learn to please my sword with your hot insides.” He settled back, her soft, small hand encircling his cock, sliding up and down the thick shaft as he fingered her slit, his gaze going back to Father John and Sally.

“Reach back and put my sword inside you,” he ordered Sally, wanting her to participate in her own ravishment. His cock shuddering as her hand touched him, the light contact almost making him cum. He pushed his hips forward, her hand guiding his cock between her legs, sliding the head of his cock up and down her slit, along her juices, the unmistakable sign of her arousal at submitting to him. “Yes, so good, now put it in inside you, the Lord can’t wait any longer.” He pushed with his hips as he felt her place the head of his cock on her vagina, the bulbous head overshadowing the small opening. 

She felt so humiliated, bent over submissively, her butt arching up high in the air as if she willingly wanted his sword inside her. She reached between her legs, grabbing at his hot member, sliding it up and down her slit as it throbbed in her tiny hands. She placed it against the opening to her vagina, feeling the rubbery head pulsating, eager to bury itself in her buttery insides. She let go of it, grabbing the blankets in her fists, preparing for the painful entry. It was not long, Father John pushing with his hips, spearing her pussy on his sword, her vagina forced to swallow the head of his sword, trapping it tightly inside her opening. She screamed, the entry swift and painful, her body shuddering as she was skewered on his powerful sword.

Was that how it would be when Bishop Samuel takes my virginity? Charlotte felt his sword jumping in her hand as Sally screamed, knowing that he was enjoying her sister’s discomfort, a hint of what he would do to her when he took her. She stroked harder, her hand barely surrounding the girth of his sword, moving up and down the shaft, tightening her fingers when she ran over the head, feeling it jump in her grasp.

Father John gripped Sally‘s hips tightly, his fingers turning her skin white as he forced his cock into her tight pussy. “Thank you, Lord,” he praised, her hot insides gripping his throbbing member so tightly. He pulled Sally back onto his cock at the same time pushing in with his hips, feeling her vagina fighting the intrusion of his large cock inside her tiny body. Her passage was still as tight as a virgin’s, having only been entered three times, all by Father John. Another groan from her lips, this time over half of his cock burying inside her. He pushed out on her thighs, forcing her to spread wider, his cock sinking in deeper as she opened up for him. Pulling out, grunting as he shoved back in again, her pussy fighting his cock as he tried to bury it deep inside her. One more time he pulled out, taking a deep breath and shoving back in, this time the powerful thrust burying his giant member deep inside, pushing hard against her cervix, his cock pulsating.

Father John continued his relentless fucking, pushing his cock in and out of her vagina, each time pushing deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, making her groan as he took her forcefully. Her face skewered in pain, her fists gripping the blanket as her once virgin pussy was forced to take his large cock inside her tight passage. Her walls were stretching painfully wide to take in the thick shaft, the head rubbing up and down her insides. She felt him fucking her faster, his cock moving in and out, forced back in with more powerful strokes, sliding up and down her slippery insides. She didn’t know why, but her pussy began to get wetter, aiding his cock’s thrusts inside her, making it hurt less and less. She felt Father John’s hands move around her, slipping down to her sex, his hand caressing his cock sliding in and out of her pussy as he continued his powerful assault on her teenage pussy; moving up to find her clit hood, peeling it back to reveal her hard and swollen clit. She shuddered, pushing her ass up, forcing his sword deeper inside her as he touched her love button, his finger surprisingly gentle in rubbing it. She began to move her hips back, meeting his forward onslaught, taking his powerful thrusts inside her, his finger making her body tingle.

“See how excited Sally is getting in serving the Lord’s servant,” Bishop Samuel commented, his finger still buried in Charlotte’s pussy, soaked with her juices, realizing she was excited by what was happening to her sister. Her hands were stroking his cock as if she had been in training for year to do this, just as Sally had been, both naturals. They watched Father John and Sally explode in a frenzy of orgasmic bliss, Father John burying his cock deep inside Sally, his head thrown up in the air, praising Jesus for the tight pussy milking the demon seed from his loins. Sally was wagging her ass side to side as she came with the first powerful rush of cum deep inside her, bathing her pussy with the Father’s hot juices.

Father John reluctantly pulled out of Sally’s pussy, his cock glistening with their combined juices, her pussy leaking the thick cum he deposited inside her down her thighs. He flipped her quickly onto her back, kneeling over her head, gripping her by the chin, pulling her head up to his cock. “Open wide and clean my cock, Sally. Praise the Sword of the Lord with your tongue and mouth,” he ordered, his fingers not giving her a chance as they pushed in, opening up her mouth to his flaccid, wet cock, plucking it down onto her waiting tongue.

Sally was forced to lick the cum from his cock, her mouth filling with the taste of his thick, salty cum and her own juices. She licked at it obediently, his hands holding her head tightly, her lips wrapped around the shrunken flesh. She could feel it hardening again, the flesh growing in her mouth. 

Charlotte felt unfulfilled when Bishop Samuel and Father John left Sally and her. She wanted Bishop Samuel, no matter how much of a sin it was. He had aroused her and made her cum. She wanted to feel his sword inside her virgin pussy. She was afraid to say anything to Sally, knowing the Sally didn’t enjoy what Father John did to her, doing it only to avoid his punishment. “Good night, Sally.”

“Good night, Charlotte,” Sally said, and then adding, “I’m sorry you had to see that,” rolling over to sleep, not wanting to discuss it.

* * * * *

Sally was startled when the door opened, the booming voice of Father John ringing in the room. 

"Rise and shine for the Lord," he blared out loudly. "Get dressed and come into the kitchen for breakfast. We have a full day of spiritual leadership and training." He was carrying two novice uniforms, putting them on the bed and instructing, "Put these on. No underwear or blouse. Now hurry, the Lord waits for no man.”

Charlotte picked up one of them, a dark blue dress. She had seen some of the novices wearing them. A large V cut into the front, but the novices were allowed to wear white blouses underneath. They would be naked. Charlotte was excited at the thought of it, her breasts would be available to them and she was sure that she would quickly feel the hands of Bishop Samuel on them. She looked at Sally, seeing a different expression on her face, resigned to another day of sexual abuse. 

They quickly freshened up; Charlotte took off her nightgown, sliding her panties down her legs. She pulled the dress on, seeing that it was cut rather short, much shorter than the novices wore. She looked down at the V, noting that if she bent over, her breasts would be bared.

Sally quickly followed suit, slipping into the dress, feeling the harsh fabric against her skin, her nipples hardening as they rubbed on the material. The dress was not made to be worn without underwear. "Let's go," wanting so badly to get the day over with, resigned to her fate.

Father John had breakfast ready for them, a surprisingly excellent breakfast of eggs and bacon. He looked up at the girls often, catching quick glimpses of naked flesh between the V in their dresses, his cock hard at the thought of his hands roaming freely over the lovely firm globes. He smiled at Bishop Samuel, who was also eyeing the girls. After breakfast, Father John had the girls reading from the bible, Bishop Samuel helping Charlotte, Sally his pupil. He sat down next to her, helping her to understand what she was reading, watching but not touching her, yet. He kept them busy for over three hours, continuing their rote memorization of the bible.

“You’ve been doing very well this morning, Sally,” Father John said, leaning in closer to her. “Put your hands on the table,” watching as she glanced up at him, complying with his order, the look in her eyes revealing that she knew she would have to submit to him again. He put his hands in the V of the dress, lightly touching her cleavage, running his finger up and down her silky skin. His fingers moved over one plump, ripe breast, squeezing it as if it were a ripe cantaloupe, his large hand easily encircling the firm flesh. He became more insistent, stepping behind her, reaching down; both of his hands now free to explore her teenage tits, pushing aside the dress to bare them to his hands and all eyes.

Her breasts were roughly fondled, Father John’s calloused hands gripping tightly. She kept her hands on the desk allowing Father John to have his way with her body, her breasts now naked, his hands swiftly pushing aside the dress. She had to arch her back, Father John grabbing her nipples, pulling them up and out, stretching the rubbery flesh until she moaned in pain. She looked down, her breasts extending into points, the tips feeling as if they were gripped in a vise.

Father John wanted more, releasing her breasts. “Take off your dress, Sally. Bishop Samuel, will you help me with Sally?”

“Anything for the Lord, Father John. Charlotte, take off your dress, as well. The Lord wants both of you as you came into the world, naked.” 

Both girls stripped off their dresses, their naked bodies revealed again. Charlotte was hoping that Bishop Samuel would take her virginity with his sword; Sally afraid of what the two of them were going to do with her, afraid that two swords would be placed in her body. They were pushed into the bedroom, Bishop Samuel the first in, dropping his robe, his hard cock bouncing as he got on the bed. He laid back, his erect cock held up high by his fist, the throbbing head a dark red.