The Priest Teaches His Flock-Ch 11 The Retreat

“Sally, kneel on the bed and straddle Bishop Samuel.” Helping her spread her knees wide around Bishop Samuel’s hips, her pussy and cheeks parting, revealing not only her pink pussy, but also the tiny wrinkled opening of her anus. Father John let his hands slip between her legs from behind, moving a thick finger up and down her slit. “Can you get wet for the Lord, Sally?”

She felt the finger between her legs, pushing apart her lips, sawing up and down her silky insides. He was expecting her to get wet, wet so that Bishop Samuel would have an easier time getting his hard weapon inside her. She closed her eyes, dreaming that it was a lover who was doing it to her, anything to mask the reality of the situation. She began to feel a tingling in her sex, two fingers now pushing apart her lips, running up and down, his other hand caressing her buttocks. She felt so ashamed at what they were making her do, forcing her to lubricate her vagina so that they could have their pleasure with her. 

“She’s ready, Bishop Samuel. I expect she will be hot and tight for your sword.” Father John pulled Sally up higher, moving her hips towards the large cock that jutted up in front of her, Bishop Samuel stroking it as he held it up for her to sit on. “Now take his blessed sword, Sally, and put it between your legs. Your evil body has aroused the Bishop; you must now service him in repentance.” 

She rose up higher, her hands reaching down and touching the Bishop’s sword, both of her hands holding it straight up into the air, feeling it jerk and throb beneath her fingers. She rubbed the dark red head along her slit, looking down and seeing it spread her lips apart, drops of his seed glistening in the bright lights of the room. She pressed it against her vagina, pushing down with her hips, stretching open to take it inside. His sword was thicker than Father John’s, the head slowly forcing her opening to stretch quite wide to accept it. She felt Father John’s hands leave her hips, but return to her buttocks, stroking her cheeks as she pushed down harder, accepting the thick sword. She moaned in pain as she looked down, the head almost all the way in, her opening stretching tightly around it.

“Good girl, Sally, just a little bit more and you will have the head in, push down,” his hands moving to her shoulders, forcing her down onto the Bishop’s cock. A tiny yelp escaping from Sally’s lips as the head popped inside her. His hands moving back down to her buttocks, his fingers eager to explore where his cock would soon be. He saw her turn and look at him when his finger ran down her slit in back, over her anus, the tiny hole quivering. “Take it deeper now, Sally, you have to draw out the demon seed. Squeeze him with your evil body. Make him dump his demon seed inside you.” His finger circled her anus, the wrinkled hole opening and closing as it began to spasm, not used to being touched so intimately. He smiled at the look she gave him as she suffered his rude fondling, but the thick cock entering her pussy took her attention away.

She felt the Bishop’s sword pushing deeper, looking down to see half of it already inside her, stretching her open. She spread her knees wider, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. She pulled up, feeling the bulbous head dragging from her pussy, then pushed down again, her weight driving his sword deeper into her body this time. She did it again, feeling her pussy opening to take it deeper, clenching onto the rigid flesh between her legs.

“So hot and tight, Sally. The Lord blessed you with such a nice body.” He watched her fucking up and down his shaft, her titties bouncing as she took his cock deeper and deeper, feeling like her pussy was going to squeeze his cock to death. She now had three quarters of it inside her, Father John giving Bishop Samuel the nod. Bishop Samuel, reaching up, stroked her breasts, grabbing her nipples with three fingers and began to tighten, her eyes opening wide. Pulling them toward him, he watched them stretch. “Bend over,” he ordered, his fingers yanking her nipples down painfully.

Sally had no choice but to bend, his fingers digging painfully into her nipples, a fiery pain shooting through her chest. He let go of them as her breasts brushed his chest, his arms moving behind her, pulling her tightly against him, pinning her arms to her side as he did. It hurt as his cock inside her bent, pushing against places in her pussy that had never been touched before. Her bush was now pressed against his abdomen, his cock burying deep inside her, jerking and jumping as she squirmed. She grew afraid when she felt Father John’s hands begin to roam over her butt again. With her arms pinned, she couldn’t defend herself.

“Charlotte, bring me that bottle of holy oil,” pointing to a glass bottle of a clear, thick oil that was sitting on the corner table. 

Charlotte grabbed it quickly, bringing it to Father John, hoping that she might get to participate, wishing that it was Bishop Samuel inside her vagina instead of Sally’s.

“Pour it on Sally’s butt,” he ordered, his fingers moving to each side of her cheeks, pulling outward, Sally’s cheeks parting even as she was fighting him.

“What are you going to do?” Sally was panicked, feeling the cool oil spread over her butt, especially between her cheeks, her anus puckering from the cool liquid flowing over it. Bishop Samuel began to stroke harder with his sword, his hips driving deep inside her, pushing her butt into Father John’s hands.

“Take care of Bishop Samuel’s sword, Sally. Tighten up your body on it. Show the Lord how you take care of His servants.” He spread her cheeks apart harshly, exposing her anus. He pulled out more, her hole opening, Charlotte taking advantage of it and pouring the oil directly on it. Running his finger over her anus, he could feel her shiver. He found the opening, his slick finger, plunging deep into her rectum with a powerful thrust, her muscle fighting to keep him out. 

“OOOWWW!” The finger inside her rectum hurt at first, driving her down onto Bishop Samuel’s sword, forcing it to bang painfully against her cervix, like it a stake driving through her body. Her hips were moving side to side, trying to escape the finger that continued moving around inside her anal tract, her body unable to prevent the lubricated digit. She knew he was going to sodomize her. It would be bad enough to take a sword up her backside, but they would split her up the middle if she had to take both of them at the same time. “You’ll kill me with it,” tears flowing down her cheeks, as one finger became two, the Bishop’s sword beginning to push in and out faster.

“The Lord wants you to give all of your body to His servants.” Pulling his finger out, he grabbed Sally’s ankles, pulling her legs back, pushing down on her ass, forcing the Bishop’s cock deep inside her. He spread her legs wider, knowing they were aching from the widespread stance, but he needed to get between the Bishop’s legs and hers. He settled down on Sally’s back, his hand underneath his body, grabbing his hard cock and sliding it up and down her crack. His hips began to move back and forth, his hands pushing her cheeks together, making a nice tight fit for his cock.

She could feel his sword sliding along her crack, the head rubbing harshly over her anus. It felt even bigger than before, afraid of where he was going to put it. Bishop Samuel seemed content underneath her, his cock pulsating in her pussy, letting her vaginal walls do all the work of massaging his cock. She felt the heavy weight of Father John settling down on top of her, trapping her naked body between these two men of the cloth. Hands were gripping her ass cheeks and pulling them apart, feeling her crack stretch painfully wide. She felt the rubbery cock head against her wrinkled opening, the slick monster pressing against it. “Slowly,” she begged, resigned to the fate of being sodomized and taken in both of her holes at one time, hoping to avoid as much pain as possible.

“Yes, accept it, my child,” Father John whispered in her ear. “Push out like you are having a bowel movement, it will open up nicely for my sword.” He began pushing down with his hips, feeding his hard cock up her backside. She pushed back, trapped between them, accepting her fate, aiding in her own sodomy. 

She screamed in pain, the initial thrust of his sword pushing his cock head into her hot, clenching rectum. “God, its sooo big!” she cried, trying to push back again, hoping to relieve some of the burning from the sodomy. 

Father John was too impatient, the feel of her hot, tight teenage asshole clutching painfully onto his cock head almost too much for him, afraid he would cum too soon. He wanted her to feel the full measure of his cock, wanting to bathe her colon with his hot, demon seed. His fingers dug into her cheeks, his hips pushing forward in the relentless pursuit of the depths of her bowels. His cock pumped into her in jerking motions, pulling out, then back in, each time going deeper, each time discovering new parts of her anal tract. He sent his cock into the buttery depths of her bowels, gripped by her cramping ass muscles as it was sinking inside her.

It felt so huge; her anal tract feeling like it was being torn, trembling as she took his sword up her gut in sharp, jerking shoves. The thick sword had her squirming beneath him, her anus stretching wider, grasping the shaft of his sword like a tight ring gliding up and down the thick member. “Ggghh!” she cried, tears running down her cheeks, her stomach cramping, the thick cockhead, a fullness deep inside her stretched colon. She could feel his cock jerk, a tiny gasp from her lips each time he did.

“The Lord has given you such a tight backside to please His servant, Sally. Now, I want you to squeeze both of our organs with your tight insides. Do a good job and we will reward you with our seed.” He couldn’t wait any longer, pulling his cock out, grunting as her ass muscles fought the big head, creating a giant vacuum behind it. He pulled out until her clenching anus gripped only the head, her rectum fighting to push the rest out. He then plunged back in, hearing the groan of pain coming from Sally’s lips as her colon was forced to stretch to take the thick cock back in once again. He began fucking her, her muscles milking his cock as he did.

Bishop Samuel was no longer idle; two Swords of God ravishing Sally‘s body. They were splitting her up the middle, each pushing in at the same time, each trying to outdo the other, pushing in farther than their cocks should go. They both hit bottom at the same time, Bishop Samuel’s sword banging harshly against her cervix, Father John’s sword burying itself deep into her cramping colon. Her cries and groans of pain seem only to provoke them into greater lust, their cocks now coordinating their efforts, one pushing in while the other pulled out. The area between her legs was constantly filled with a sword, each jerking around inside her.

“Charlotte, get behind Father John and use your tongue on his anus while your hands milk his testicles,” Bishop Samuel ordered her. 

Charlotte was so hot from watching the ravishment of Sally, wishing that it were her that had Bishop Samuel’s cock in her pussy. She got behind Father John, her fingers spreading apart the cheeks of his butt, opening up his anus to her gaze. She cringed at the thought of the degrading act she was about to perform, but she couldn’t disappoint the Lord’s servants. She closed her eyes, pushing her face between his cheeks, her tongue out and poised. She felt him quivering beneath her when her hot, wet tongue hit his opening, her fingers peeling him wider, the hole opening, her tongue rigid, pushing into the hot, depths of his rectum. She gagged at the tastes, fighting the urge to stop, so eager to please the Bishop, her tongue moving back and forth over the foul-tasting opening. Her hands reaching down to his testicles, feeling the cum-swollen balls in her hands and beginning a gentle squeezing motion that seemed to drive Father John’s hip back and forth into her sister at a faster pace. She let her hand slip down between her legs, masturbating her pussy as she rimmed Father John. 

The pain began to diminish, the almost gratifying fullness of being stuffed replacing it. It felt like one giant hole between her legs, barely able to distinguish where each sword was pushing in and where one pulled out. Her clit banged by Bishop Samuels’ pubic bone, his hips sliding back and forth as he fucked up with his sword, making her take all of him inside her. She couldn’t control the spasms in her anus, forcing her pussy to squeeze on Bishop Samuel’s sword, a fiery feeling in her backside as the sodomy continued. She grunted and groaned through the long minutes of her duel ravishment. Father John’s hand slipped beneath her body, searching out and finding her clit. Two fingers spread back her clit hood, exposing her swollen bud to his other fingers, pinching it tightly. She began to buck beneath them, a growing feeling of pleasure spreading through her body, confused that she could be enjoying the vaginal and anal penetration by the two servants of the Lord. 

The room was filled with the sounds of rapture, the slapping of naked flesh, the groans of pleasure and lust as the three of them—aided by Charlotte’s tongue and fingers—came. And came together, both swords buried deep inside the young body of Sally, growing larger as they stirred. Three cries of joy rang out as Sally received the demon seed of both men. Bishop Samuel dumped his hot seed inside her pussy, Father John quickly followed suit, bathing her bowels with his salty seed, burning the abraded anal tract. Sally came as her body filled with a gallon of cum, quivering and shaking in an explosive orgasm that rocked her body. Finally, all three bodies slumped down, drained, their sexual ardor temporarily sated.

Sally felt Father John pulling his rapidly deflating sword from her backside, a small fart sounding as the air escaped from the vacuum created by the thick member. She felt a rush of cum leak from her anus, running down the inside of her thighs. Bishop Samuel pushed her over, pulling his cock from her pussy, coated in the sheen of glistening cum. 

“Charlotte, come over here and clean our swords with your mouth. Father John’s included.” He pulled her over to Father John, pushing her head down onto his lap, her mouth rebelliously open as she stared at the flaccid penis, covered in cum and tiny specks. 

Gagging as the limp sword entered her mouth, her lips wrapping around the limp flesh. Her tongue touching it, the foul taste filled her mouth, gulping as she tried to get rid it. 

“After lunch it will be time for confessions and acts of contrition. Charlotte will learn to use her body in the Lord’s work and also to suffer under the hand of God.”

To be Continued...