A Perversion In Church

With his right hand, Father Jeremy grasped his cock at its base and held it upright in front of me.

"Go ahead, show your love and devotion, he coaxed. Touch it, take it in your hand, and caress it as if it were the body of Christ."

I knelt, transfixed by his words, mentally trying to reconcile his carnal actions and words with the pious, holy man I knew him to be.

"Take it into your mouth, Father Jeremy said, his hand now resting on the back of my head, gently urging it closer to his growing erection. Take me into your mouth, my child; allow me to enter and anoint you with God's blessing."

Father Jeremy was already semi-hard with anticipation when he slipped his swollen purple cockhead between my lips. I hesitantly began to suck, and at his instruction, I licked the clear, sticky fluid that seeped out of his pee hole. When my mouth fully enveloped the tip of his cock and moved downward, I felt my tongue brush against the large, pulsing vein on the underside of his cock just before he released a hot load of thick white stuff into my mouth.

I attempted to pull back, but Father Jeremy held my head in place and pushed his cock to the back of my throat. I could feel him sliding his cock into the warm tightness of my throat, forcing me to take him until he was rigid again. Each time I looked up at him, his cock would jerk forcefully, and his balls strain with the renewed urge to ejaculate. He began to moan and say, "Thank you, God. Thank you, Lord," as he slowly used my mouth to milk his cock of its holy essence.

With his eyes closed, he smoothed my damp hair away from my face. Father Jeremy remained in my mouth while his cock softened and gathered his robes about me as I stayed kneeling between his legs.

"Yes, my child. . . God is pleased. . . I am pleased. You did well," he said, his salaciousness overshadowing the holy words as he slowly humped my mouth, gradually becoming hard again.

*****
Father Jeremy continued to hear my Confessions multiple times each week. My Confession would always start the same way, except one evening when I entered and knelt in Confession. Father Jeremy came into my side of the Confessional, knelt beside me, and covered my hands with his. In a deep, authoritative voice, he said, "Close your eyes and focus on hearing God. Listen to him and allow God to enter you with his holy spirit." I had grown up in the Church and wanted desperately to feel God's spirit within me, and as I prayed, Father also began to pray, and I was mesmerized by the calm, commanding strength in his words.

"Through me, my child, you will be touched by the spirit of God," he whispered.

There in the Confessional, Father urged me to the floor and onto my back. I did not resist when he removed my panties, slid my dress up so that it was bunched above my hips, and spread my legs apart.

"Father? Father Jeremy?"

"Shhhh . . . trust me, my child. Trust me and submit." He said reassuringly.

As Father's eyes traced the outline of my body, he dwelled on my pussy, cupping my soft, smooth mound, feeling the heat and growing wetness. He opened the puffy, pink lips of my wet slit and ran his finger up and down its length, making me gasp when he slipped a single, long finger inside me. I gave a deep sigh when I felt a now familiar tingling ripple through my lower body.

I looked at him and softly muttered his name again in a questioning voice, "Father? Father Jeremy?"

At the sound of my voice, Father Jeremy whispered, "Shhhhh, shhhh," and began to move his finger inside me, in and out gently and slowly. My breathing became fast and shallow, and my eager but inexperienced pussy seemed to pulse and ache with his touch. "Oh, my God . . . this was wrong," a small, timid voice screamed inside my head, and then . . . and then, Father Jeremy was between my legs, licking my trembling inner thighs, his soft, warm lips gifting me with a sacrament of light kisses.

*****
"Oh my God . . . Oh my God . . . Ohhhh God," I kept repeating softly under my breath.

Father Jeremy mumbled a prayer and moved his face closer as he spread my legs wider and continued to love me with his mouth, finally letting his long and moist tongue slither inside me. I closed my eyes and shivered when he licked the length of my plump, swollen lips and lightly sucked my throbbing pink nub. No one had ever blessed me in this way before.

I began to tremble and try to pull away, but he held me in place, saying, "No . . . no, all you need to do is surrender and let God's grace lead you."

When Father Jeremy hungrily took my swollen, aching clit into his mouth and sucked it, I instinctively began humping his mouth. He reluctantly released my clit and licked me as the intensity of the feelings building inside of me increased. I felt lightheaded and prayed I would not faint from the power of the anointment I was receiving. Placing my hands on the sides of his head, I entwined them in his hair and, thrusting my pussy into his mouth, cried out when he gently pushed me into a violently beautiful orgasm.

"Oh my God," I cried, frightened by the intensity of what had just happened. How could this man of God have the power to touch my very being in such a soul-shattering way?

Father Jeremy lifted his head and, watching me carefully, in a breathless voice, counseled, "My child, I see the fear and apprehension on your face, but there is no need for these feelings. I am here with you, teaching and guiding you, just as God directs me and watches over you." Slowly, he continued, "You will soon know the physical manifestation of God's spirit, but you must pray that you will be open and obedient to God's holy ministrations, my child. God has spoken to me, and I know you are ready for his spiritual blessings to be bestowed."

Father Jeremy suddenly pulled his hand from between my legs and, tearing himself away, fled the Confessional and hurried down the corridor, leaving me alone and confused. Quickly closing the door of his apartment behind him, he unzipped his trousers and pulled his swollen, leaking penis free. He marveled at how strong and hard his erection had become, and he knew that this was a sign, a reaffirmation of God's holy plan.

He knew he had to be patient, but for a moment, he cursed himself because he realized how close he had come to taking me there in the Confessional, whether I had been willing or not. The time was drawing near, but he had to be patient for God's sake and my salvation.

*****
To my surprise, I received a call from Father Jeremy requesting I meet him later that evening at his rectory apartment. It was close to 10:00p when I opened the door and entered Father Jeremy's apartment.

"Come in, come in," he said, indicating a seat on the couch near his desk. I did as he said, and he immediately began reading aloud passages from his Bible that spoke to the perils and consequences of disobedience. As he busied himself, I saw how the front of his robe tented out from his obvious erection, and I was filled with both joy and apprehension.

Father Jeremy got up and walked across the room, watching me as he composed himself.

It had become a constant inner struggle despite his religious calling, and my having been reared a devout Catholic, his carnal predispositions were quickly overwhelming his sacred intents. His baser instincts and experiences told him that he could use my religious faith and sheltered upbringing to coax me into willingly giving myself to him and our Holy Father. After all, I was just a naïve church girl who had, from the beginning, ignited his desire, and he knew that as long as I trusted and believed in him and his declarations of faith, he would be able to fuck me however, whenever and for as long as he wanted. Having these thoughts would cast him into a pit of depression and guilt, but they persisted along with his ungodly pleasures.

Blinded by my trust and belief in him, I could not see the true nature of this man.

*****
My time with Father Jeremy was spiritually enlightening and caused me to expand my thinking and understanding of God and his expectations of me. All I knew was that since meeting him, I had experienced a spiritual rejuvenation that ignited my desire for a renewed closeness with God . . . and with him.

Father guided me from the office toward his bedroom. "Take your clothes off, all of them," Father said as he walked across the bedroom toward me.

I stood there confused . . . "Wwwwhat?" I stuttered.

"Do as I say, Father said more harshly than he had intended."

In the last several months, Father Jeremy had fingered me to orgasm frequently and had used my mouth several times, but as silly as it may sound, I had never been completely naked in front of him before. My shame was evident as a hot crimson flush crept up my chest to my face, and at the same time, a growing achiness blossomed between my legs. I reluctantly took my clothes off, uncomfortable with the reality of being naked and exposed. Embarrassed, I felt my breasts become warm and my nipples hard and erect under his scrutiny.

"Get on the bed," he said solemnly.

Father Jeremy continued to stand quietly, watching me. My thick blond hair fell in soft natural waves to below my shoulders, spilling over my full breasts and erect nipples. I could see Father Jeremy's dick twitch and jerk under his robe.

I stretched out on the bed and felt confused and anxious as I lay there, the pillow under my head soaked with unanticipated tears that slowly trailed down my cheeks even as I spread my legs open, giving him an unobstructed view between my legs. Father leaned over me and traced the exposed pale expanse of soft inner thigh leading to my smooth, hairless mons that covered my tight, increasingly wet pussy.

Father Jeremy cupped my breasts and, with his thumbs, began making small tight circles around my nipples. A soft, low moan escaped my lips, and I started subconsciously rubbing my thighs together in a futile attempt to calm the growing sensation between my legs. He leaned forward deeply, inhaling my scent, letting his gaze travel downward and linger at my small, glistening pink slit. He was now fully aroused, his erection uncomfortably confined by his heavy, black robes.

"Father Jeremy?" I said in a low, husky voice.

Even as he mouthed the words of repentance in a soft, beseeching voice, "Oh God, I confess before you and implore you to forgive my sins, "Father Jeremy let his middle finger move up and down my wet opening, then in one smooth, practiced motion let it glide inside me. He crouched between my legs, his mouth claiming my engorged, pink clit. Licking my slit and gently sucking my engorged bud. Father Jeremy pulled his fingers out and then pushed them back in, increasing his speed as his other hand fondled his now painful erection. Any thoughts of God, faith, or spirituality had slipped away. The only thought he had was of easing the throbbing, hot urgency of his cock.

"Oh God, Oh God, yesssssss!" Father silently prayed as he took his cock in hand and began jerking himself to orgasm between my thighs. I don't think he had meant for this to happen; he had let his desire make him act impulsively.

"God, give me strength not to defile your vessel," Father whispered anxiously.

*****
I lay there exposed and frightened. Father Jeremy said nothing, all thoughts of piety and God seemingly forgotten; he leaned forward and began to fondle my breast. First one and then the other, finally letting the swollen mounds fill his mouth while he enjoyed the feel of my taut nipples pressing against his tongue.

"Lord Savior, give me the wisdom that I might show your disciple the proper path," he said when he heard me whimper.

I felt his cock jerk hard under his robe, seeking freedom. He moved downward, his tongue tracing a moist path to my now swelling, pulsing clit. He crouched between my legs as he opened the front of his robe freeing his obscenely swollen red cock.

"Oh God, oh God, yessssssss!" He moaned as he began to jerk himself faster and harder until his body stiffened, and he forcefully ejaculated long white threads of cum onto my stomach, breasts, and between my thighs. When he had sufficiently recovered, the good Father smeared his cum over my naked body before adjusting his dick and lowering his robe. I lay there, stunned, shocked, surprised, and saddened, not understanding what had just happened.

"Yessssss," he groaned.

"You must continue to pray and ask God for guidance and strength to follow the anointed path. Now close your eyes, my child, put your faith and trust in God; know that I will not harm you. I know you are frightened and confused, but through God's grace, I will be gentle. Resist the urge that you may feel to push me away, to close yourself to me, but instead, welcome God's anointment and my desire to help you through this."

"Yes, Father," I said and felt him move his hand more confidently up my thigh, eventually cupping my wet mound in his palm. I tensed, and Father Jeremy, sensing this, reassured me, "Relax, my child, you are safe with me and under the omnipresent eye and protection of our God."

He bent my legs so that my feet were flat on the bed, and my legs gapped open at the knees, exposing my wet, pink pussy. Even in my relative innocence, I could see and understand the strain on Father Jeremy's handsome face. Though he was forcing himself to move slowly and patiently, he must have been achingly ready to explode, needing, desperately wanting to cum inside me. When he opened his robes, I could see his swollen cock spring free, pulsing and wet with seeping pre-cum that glistened on his cockhead.

"My beautiful child, are you ready for your blessed anointing?"

"Yes, Father," I replied as I squeezed my eyes closed.

He spread my legs apart wider and eased his massive cock into my small, tight, virgin hole. My eyes flew open, and I tried not to cry out as the pressure and discomfort swept over me.

"Recite your rosary, and rejoice in your holy blessing," he whispered, as he continued to slowly stroke into me; then hesitantly thrust, and then, in one forceful, painful thrust, pushed forward and claimed my virginity for God.