Fun With Father Paul At Church, Part 1

After Father Paul and I had had six or seven hot and secret sessions in the hospital room, I decided to “drop by” the church and see him again. I was a little frightened to just show up, but I didn’t want to go to church with my mother, so I went to an early service wearing proper church clothes: a suit but without panties and a bra, plus a sheer blouse that covered my medium sized tits with tiny pink nipples…well, until I went up for communion and knelt down, then I was sure to give him a peek!

I sat in the front row. There were only twelve or so people there for the sunrise service and started to give him a show while he gave the sermon. I slowly rubbed my leg, inching my skirt up gradually while he watched, parting my legs whenever possible. When it came time to go up for the communion, I knelt down, waiting and excited for him to hold the large silver cup of wine to my lips, his cock level with my mouth. I was dripping wet and scared someone would notice the pussy juice running down my legs. Finally, it was my turn! He walked over saying, “The blood of our lord Jesus Christ,” and put the cup to my lips; I felt his cock through his robe on my neck! It was just barely a moment, but I’ll never forget the excitement I felt.

After the service, I went through the line to shake his hand with the others–making sure I was the last one. When he got to me, he said in a stern voice, “Sally, go to the rectory now and wait for me in my office.” I was terrified! I thought he liked what I was doing, and that he wanted me there, but he sounded so angry! I went to his office and sat in a big leather chair and waited, very worried. I even thought of getting up and running away, but just then he came in, locked the door, and came over to the desk to sit down. He asked me to stand up as he said we needed to pray together to cleanse me; then he told me to come to him, kneel down at his feet, and remove my jacket. I was afraid and ashamed, since I had a paper-thin cream-colored silk blouse on, without a bra, but he insisted. I removed my jacket, he looked at my breasts and started praying…as he was praying he reached down and took hold of my nipples, one in each hand, and started to twist.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, and I need to punish you,” continuing to twist my tender, pink nipples until I cried out. He guided me off of my knees by my nipples and instructed me to lay across his lap; when I did, he raised my skirt and smacked me hard!
“You little slut, coming to my church without any panties!” smack

The tears were streaming down my face, but he took his thumb and wiggled it into my ass. Then took his free hand and smack; pumping his thumb in and out of my ass.

“Please, Father Paul. I want to be a good girl for you.” And with that he delivered five hard, fast smacks in a row while his thumb was like a piston, pumping fast and smacking me at the same time! Then he thought it was time to raise his robe and free his 8 inch cock. While he fucked me in the ass with his thumb, he stuck his cock in my mouth and yelled “Yes, Jesus, Yes..suck me my little slut,” and did I ever!

I sucked father’s cock while I came. And when he felt my ass clenching on his thumb, he shot his load down my throat while telling me how he was going to make me do it as often as it took until I was clean again. He ordered me to come the next day, at dusk, and to make sure to sit in the first pew in my school uniform this time, or I’d get even a worse spanking. He told me to wear plain white panties and knees socks, but no bra, and not to be late.

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