A priest and his flock

A priest is overcome by temptations. Nina is left under the care of her priest and left full of his cum.

She says I raped her, but this is what I did.

I watched her parents drop off their precious little fifteen-year-old daughter at the church, her face pale and drawn from that headache they mentioned. 'Father Elias will take good care of her,' I assured them with my most pious smile, the one that hid the hunger gnawing at my gut. She was a vision slender, innocent, with wide eyes and soft curves under that modest dress. As soon as they drove away, the real sermon began.

The dim light of my private room in the rectory filtered through the heavy curtains, casting shadows that made her look even smaller as she sat on the edge of the couch, rubbing her temples. I locked the door behind me, the click echoing like a promise. 'Lie down, child,' I said, my voice smooth as holy oil. 'Let Father ease your pain.' She obeyed, stretching out, her skirt riding up just enough to tease the pale skin of her thighs. My cock twitched in my cassock, already thickening.

I gave her herbs that I knew worked well for migraines and she drank effortlessly. Soon her eyes closed peacefully and her long lashes made her face look like a saint. My dick was very hard right now but she was too young. I am forty five, I baptised her. And her parents are my faithful. I would not touch her.

I went to the bathroom. Took a cold shower and I felt actually better. I was a good man after all. When I came back and saw her lying down legs apart her pink flesh glistening. There was a little sticky fluid coming out of it. My cock became all hard again. I wanted to bury my head and suck her off.

I approached slowly, my massive frame—six-foot-four of solid bulk from years of 'devotion'—filling the space. Broad shoulders, thick arms, a toned belly that strained the fabric; I was a mountain of a man, and she was a fragile lamb. I suddenly had a powerful urge to dominate her.

Sitting beside her, I placed a hand on her thigh next to that beautiful pussy. She jolted awake. Her eyes widened in confusion as I took off her clothes. She protested but my mind was already far gone, I needed pussy. This was better than the sluts I usually hire to help me with my carnal desires. This young girl was better than any paid hoe.

She gasped, pushing at my chest with weak hands. 'Father, what—stop!' But I didn't. I pinned her arms above her head with one meaty paw, my weight pressing her into the cushions. 'Quiet, slut,' I growled, breaking the kiss to yank her dress up over her hips. Her pussy was bare, pink and untouched. I fingered her a bit but she was so dry. Either way I was going to fuck her. , and I shoved my fingers inside without warning, feeling her clench in shock. She was a virgin. It was so tight and so good. She cried out, legs kicking, but I held her down, pumping roughly. The fight made it even hotter. Strangely it got my slicker.

Her tears started then, hot and salty as they slid down her cheeks, but I ignored them, unzipping my cassock to free my cock. It sprang out, huge and heavy—nine inches of veined girth, the head already leaking pre-cum. I positioned myself between her thighs, rubbing the blunt tip against her slit, coating it in her reluctant wetness. 'No, please, Father!' she begged, but I thrust in hard, burying half my length in one brutal shove. She screamed, her tight walls stretching around me like a vice, and I groaned at the exquisite grip. 'Fuck, you're tight, you little virgin whore. Take it all.'

I drove deeper, bottoming out against her cervix, my balls slapping her ass as I set a punishing rhythm. Her body jolted with each pound, small tits bouncing under her dress. I ripped the fabric open, exposing them, and latched onto a nipple, sucking hard while I fucked her senseless. She whimpered, a mix of pain and something else—her hips twitching involuntarily, pussy starting to dripping wet around my shaft. 'See? You like it, don't you? Filthy.' I laughed, low and dark, slamming harder, feeling her inner muscles flutter.

But I wanted more. Flipping her onto her stomach like a ragdoll, I hiked her ass up and spread her cheeks. Her puckered hole winked at me, virgin territory. 'Time to cleanse your soul deeper,' I snarled, spitting on her asshole before pressing my cockhead there. She bucked, sobbing, 'Not there! It hurts!' I didn't care—pushed in slow at first, then rammed forward, tearing into her tightness. Blood tinged my shaft, but the heat was divine, her ass clenching like it was made for me. I gripped her hips, bruising the flesh, and fucked her raw, alternating between her holes—pussy, ass, pussy—until she was a mewling mess, body betraying her with involuntary shudders.

'On your knees, whore,' I commanded, pulling out and hauling her up. Cum and her juices dripped from my cock as I shoved it toward her face. She shook her head, lips pressed tight, but I grabbed her hair, yanking hard. 'Suck it clean.' Terrified, she parted her mouth, and I thrust in, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, tears streaming, but I face-fucked her relentlessly, my thick length bulging her cheeks. 'That's it, choke on priest cock. Swallow every drop.' Her tongue swirled unwillingly, and I came with a roar, flooding her mouth until it overflowed, forcing her to gulp it down.

She collapsed, coughing, body wrecked and leaking my seed from every orifice. But I wasn't finished. My cock stirred again, insatiable. I sank onto the couch, my enormous thighs spreading wide, and dragged her toward me. 'Straddle me, slut. Ride this fat priest dick like you mean it.' She backed away, trembling, 'No, please... I can't. It's too much.' Her refusal only fueled me. Reaching into my cassock, I pulled out the small black handgun. I leveled it at her chest, finger on the trigger. 'Climb on.'

Her eyes bulged in terror, and she stumbled forward, swinging a leg over my lap. I gripped her hip, guiding her down onto my waiting cock—still slick and throbbing. She was so small against my bulk, her pussy lips parting around my girth as she sank, inch by agonizing inch. I filled her completely, her walls stretching to accommodate my size, and she whimpered, hesitating. 'Now ride,' I barked, pressing the gun to her side. With a sob, she lifted and dropped, tentative at first, but I demanded more. 'Faster, bitch.'

She obeyed, hips rising and falling quicker, slamming down onto me with wet slaps. Her small body jiggled, tits heaving, and soon, moans escaped her—low at first, then needy and loud. 'Oh... fuck,' she gasped, grinding wildly, pussy clenching around my shaft as juices soaked my balls. I chuckled, the gun steady. 'Ride that cock, slut.' Her pace turned frantic, riding real fast, body arching as pleasure overtook her. I mauled her breast, pinching until she groaned louder, her orgasm hitting like a storm—pussy spasming, milking me dry.

'Yes, cum on it,' I grunted, holstering the gun to seize her hips, thrusting up brutally. My own release surged, hot ropes pumping deep into her core, my massive frame shuddering. She slumped against me, panting, and I wrapped my arms around her like chains. I kissed her lips for having given me the best orgasm ever. Then I said 'Not a word to anyone.' I whispered harshly, breath hot on her ear. 'Come back tomorrow, same time. No panties, dress like the temptress you are.' She nodded weakly, 'Yes, Father. I won't tell. I'll come back.' Her voice cracked, but there was a glaze in her eyes—something dark, excited, like she'd tasted sin and craved seconds.

I pushed her off, watching cum ooze from her abused pussy as she dressed in silence. The door clicked shut behind her, and I leaned back, cock still twitching. Tomorrow, she'd return begging for it.