Babes sucking their priest's cock

Chapter 1

My school finally decided we were old enough for a course in Sex Education. I enrolled in the hopes I could find out why I was so horny all the time. I swear if I was a boy I would have a hardon constantly. In spite of nightly masturbation I could only come once or twice a week which created a lot of frustration so that I began to get a reputation for being bitchy.

Sex Ed turned out to be just a morals lecture with no real information. The nun harped on about the dangers of sex before marriage and promoted the lie that sex was just a necessary evil to have children. I took the whole thing with a grain of salt and managed to keep from laughing at the girls who took the lectures seriously.

All this changed when the nun got to what she called the PERVERSIONS. She began to talk about Homosexuality, Sodomy, and Roman orgies - the story of my life. I had never felt much guilt before since what I'd done felt good and one thing seemed to flow into the other. Now I was told that I'd committed Mortal Sins and was destined to go to Hell. Remember I was raised a devout Catholic, now faced with absolute proof I was facing eternal damnation.

I became absolutely terrified and pretty much stopped speaking except when I was really forced to. My Dad tried to find out what was wrong but I couldn't tell him. He finally gave up, excusing my sullen behavior and bursts of tears as just a phase I was going through.

After about a week of this I decided I had to do something to try to save my soul. We had a new priest about forty years old, which to me was ancient. He was not bad looking but had the reputation of being very forceful and stern. This was actually a break for me as I could never have confessed to the former priest who'd baptized me and known me all my life.

My Dad let me drive the car to school in an effort to cheer me up. To cover in case I didn't get to see the priest straight away I told Dad I might be home late as I was writing a term paper.

When I got into confessional I started out trying to be as innocent as possible. He didn't seem bothered about my masturbation but when I told him Mary and I had gone down on each other and then had group sex he became unglued. Normally you speak in low voices or whispers in the confessional but when he heard that he almost yelled.

"Girl! You have committed an unpardonable sin!I will have to think of a way to try to save your soul."

This outburst made me afraid to go on to confess how much I enjoy pain. By this time I was crying and told him I wanted to do penance.

" I can't think of a proper penance. You could not say enough Rosaries or Hail Marys in a lifetime to atone. I think it will have to be a painful punishment."

All I could think of were the wooden paddles the nuns used at school. I told him I'd only received ten swats by the nuns when I was younger and it had bruised me so badly my Dad noticed my discomfort right away and I had to tell him I had been punished. I said it would take hundreds of swats to atone and my father would know for sure. I'd rather kill myself than have him know what his only child had done.

The priest said he understood my dilemma but thought he had a solution. Rather than one big punishment I'd be better disciplined by several less severe sessions. He had a form which would hurt me but not bruise me badly enough to keep me from sitting comfortably.

"What?" I said feeling really surprised to hear this and really wondering What!?

"I think best to show you. Do you have some time right now?"

We went through a door and down into the basement, past the furnace, through another thick wooden door and down more steps to a sub-basement, through a door into storeroom and on across that to yet another door. He turned on the light in this room and it was a scene right out of the Spanish Inquisition. Manacles hung from the ceiling. On the walls, whips, switches, canes, cuffs and chains. There were tables with leather cuffs attached. One special table with a winch mechanism to stretch a body, and a large wheel standing vertically so a person attached to it could be turned to various positions or spun around.

I was at this man's mercy, totally committed to doing whatever necessary to save my soul. He went over to a wall, selected a whip. Deja vu. The whip looked like the one Paul and the boys had used at the cabin only I hadn't told him that part yet. Despite my good intentions I felt my pussy getting wet.

He said " I think this appropriate in your case. It'll turn the skin quite red, but healthy skin will be back to normal in a few days."

I asked him not to hit me where it would show. Smiling at my willingness to cooperate he asked "Don't you want toknow how many lashes you'll receive?"

"I leave it up to you."

" Yes, well, I think a hundred or so would be about right. I'll spread them over four or five sessions."

In agreement I raised my arms toward the cuffs above me.

" No, You aren't ready. You saw how light this whip is. You wouldn't even feel it with all those clothes on. Please strip."

I hesitated, ashamed to be naked in front of a holy man, and afraid I'd soaked the front of my panties. He simply stared at me until I turned my back and took off my blouse and jeans. I laid them on the stretching rack giving a little shudder at the thought of what it could do. This was not good enough. He told me to take off everything. When I had done as I was told he said, " By not complaining you are indicating a lack of modesty. I may have to add more punishment."

Lifting my arms up to the cuffs, he buckled them, went to the wall and winched till my heels were pulled off the floor. He held the whip up to my lips and told me to kiss it and ask for my just punishment. I kissed the whip and being ashamed that I was feeling sexually excited said," Please punish me severely. I know I deserve the pain."

He smiled and gave me three evenly spaced lashes on my butt. Just as I was starting to turn the pain into pleasure he switched to my back at my shoulder blades. This just hurt and I screamed. He kept going from areas that turned me on to simply painful areas for twenty lashes as if he knew just when to stop me actually reaching orgasm. By this time tears were flowing onto my breasts and my screams had turned to moans as my mind and body was confused by alternate thrill and pain.

He stopped at this point and attached cuffs to my ankles which he then pulled apart till I looked like an inverted "Y." Taking a seat he calmly watched my body shudder. I was sure he was getting a thrill out of my punishment but in the dim light with his dark pants I could not tell if he had a hardon.

"We really haven't gotten to the areas that have caused your problem. Have we?"

I was in so much pain I did not know what he was talking about so I just shook my head in agreement and sobbed. Suddenly he leapt up and hit me very hard across the breasts. They danced all over my chest and the pain shot directly down to my crotch. He must have liked the effect as he hit me two more times right on the nipples. Now I was sobbing in the effort to come rather than from pain and when he switched to my pussy I went out of control. How many times he hit it I don't know as by ninth or tenth I passed out from a monster orgasm. When I woke up I was lying on the rack while he was applying some sort of lotion to my body. He seemed contrite and a little frightened as he apologized for hitting so hard. Afraid he'd cancel further sessions and I would go to Hell I reassured him I deserved it and that he must be glad he was helping me.

Regaining confidence he became stern again, saying, "The Church is having a rummage sale in about a month. Tell your father you need to stay after school Fridays to help."

"Yes. Oh yes. You'll see how good and obedient I can be."

At that he helped me put my clothes back on except for panties and bra. I told him that my breasts and crotch were too sensitive to wear them. Actually I wanted free access to them in the car. On the way home I managed to have two more orgasms just by reliving my experiences in the basement and touching myself. When I got home I was so tired I went directly to bed and to sleep.

Chapter 2

I had all week to think about my experience and managed to rationalize my orgasms under punishment as a religious experience. A sort of Rapture. I did even more study of the Penitents and some of their feelings as their souls were cleansed seemed quite similar to my climaxes. At least part of my session had been painful. If it wasn't right, the priest wouldn't condone it and God would not have let me enjoy parts. I also felt good because the priest hadn't even mentioned my masturbation. This I took as approval and was therefore able to use the memory of the experience to reach a climax nearly every night instead of suffering torments of frustration as before. I found an instrument which brought about just the right amount of pain to get off without really hurting myself. I'd bought the dog a slicker brush made of straight pins set in a flexible rubber base. Times I couldn't go over the top to a climax I'd pat my pussy and nipples with this. The pricks of the pins were enough pain to get me over without making noise my Dad could hear. Only on occasion would I hit hard enough to form drops of blood.

I really enjoyed fantasizing about the many things that could happen to me in that basement room. It turned me on to realize I was the priest's total slave. No-one could hear me scream, he could even kill me. I was sure that since I was doing this to please God, He would protect me from any real harm. The priest had apologized for actions which weren't new to me so I was sure he wouldn't hurt me too much. Anticipation made the week fly by. He met me at the door. Still busy with some women who'd brought stuff for a Rummage and Bake Sale, he told me to go down to the room and await him. In the room I took off all my clothes, even shoes and socks to be as naked as possible for him. Walking around surveying the amazing array of equipment for bondage and whipping, I was at the other end of the room when he came in.

" I see you still have a problem with modesty."

I opened my mouth wanting to say Isn't it a little late for that? but thought better of it and held my tongue and stopped beneath the cuffs that had held me before to show I was ready, but he said, "I picked those last time. You make the choice this time."

This really thrilled me. There were so many choices it took me a few minutes to decide. If I chose a form of bondage which protected my back I could avoid the pain that never turned to excitement. At the same time I wanted to make my ass available. The solution was to back up to some wall cuffs that put my back to the wall while the rings on the floor would pull my legs forward and apart. Having positioned me he stood there a moment to admire my uplifted breasts and, I was sure, my gaping pussy, then came over to buckle on the cuffs.

"I know I need pain to be saved" I said.

He smiled. " That's very true. I'm glad you realize." Stepping back he admired my breasts again for a moment then saying" This coat is binding me" removed coat and shirt to reveal a well muscled stomach and chest.

His first blow came across my stomach below my belly-button and then he started upward. I was starting to peak and looked down to see the next one that would go across my breasts when he disappointed me by starting back down. Just as I was anticipating the lash to my pussy which I realized I was sticking out as far as ever I could he skipped over it and started on my lower thighs, hitting across the top so the lash ends would hit the tender insides. Just as I was getting into this new more severe pain he stopped just below my cunt to go to my other thigh. I felt frustrated. I'm sure he realized he was teasing me as by this time I was straining at my bonds to get my pussy further out.

When he worked back up to my pussy I closed my eyes bracing for the pain to my cunt but he fooled me and hit my breasts. I wasn't prepared and screamed and shrunk back into the wall. He stopped, realizing he'd hurt me severely. When the heat from my breasts moved down to my pussy I pushed my breasts back out for the next lash of fire. This really pleased him. "You're a brave, wonderful girl" he told me, "I'm proud of you", making me feel so good I resolved not to scream or back away again.

I looked down at my breast and saw my nipples sticking wayout. As I watched, the lash came across them causing the nipple to disappear in the flesh only to pop back out harder than ever. The next hit them up from their base making my breasts bounce up and dance, my whole body shuddering and covered with sweat.

He stopped again and said, "Are you ready?"

He meant was I ready to have my pussy whipped. I pushed it forward as much as I could. The first came from the side with the whip ends hitting the crack of my pussy so the lips were pulled open. I shrank back to the wall awaiting the magic to turn this terrible pain into pleasure. By the time I was able to push my pussy back out he'd moved to the other side and repeated pulling the left lip wide open and hitting the tender inner lips. I again had to pull back while savoring the sensations I knew would bring a mighty orgasm.

Then he brought one up from the floor to the center of my pussy with the ends hitting my anus. I had to pull back, the pain utterly unbearable.

" Push it out and say Now When you're ready."

That took awhile and he just stood there waiting. I think that was the most painfully thrilling lash I had ever had. My body went wild with orgasms, shudders, muscle contractions, and sweating as I came over and over. He simply waited till I started to calm down then he put his hand on my pussy. I was so sopping wet his fingers slipped inside with no resistance. "Maybe you were fascinated by homosexuality because you don't yet know what a man is like" he said as he dropped his pants. His dick was humongous, reminding me of the cucumber I'd used. I was so excited I began to come again the second he had it inside. My pussy was so sensitive from the lashing I could feel his crotch hair tickling and prickling as he thrust into the deepest part of my cunt, hands on my ass pushing and pulling so hard the slapping of our bodies echoed around the room.

Finally he came and fell back to the chair to recover as he watched me come down from an incredible high.

When we had both recovered he came over and unbuckled me then carried me over to the rack so I could lie down.

" A man can do everything a woman can plus more" he said and started kissing and licking my nipples, working down my stomach where he started tonguing and nibbling at my pussy...Unreal: I started to come again. Not the incredible body wracking orgasms I had just had. These were pleasant and loving like a reward for being so brave.

Then he took me into his arms and cuddled me saying, " Do you still think you have to have sex with girls?"

Well, this was kinda missing the point to me, but to please him I said "I had no idea it could be like this. I will never be with a girl again." It suddenly struck me that his next line might be In that case the punishment is over, so I quickly added " I still need more help though, I don't want to take a chance on backsliding."

He agreed, naturally. We dressed then he kissed me again and said, " I'll see you Friday." He went up first to make sure no-one was around then walked me to the car and I went home.