BDSM Library - Story: The Priest Teaches His Flock, Chapter: Chapter 9 Sally's Sister Meets the Bishop

Author: Powerone

Title: The Priest Teaches His Flock

Chapter 9 Sally's Sister Meets the Bishop and Chapter 10 Sally Rides the Cross

Summary: Father John is transferred to his third parish. Each time he was caught molesting his parishioners. Sally's sister, Charlotte is masturbated by the Bishop and Father John strips Sally and makes her ride the cross while he takes her from behind.

Keywords: M/F, reluc, nc, anal, oral, humil

Chapter 9-Sally's Sister Meets The Bishop

Sally's younger sister, Charlotte sat at the desk while the Bishop stood over her. Charlotte had always been a bit of a rebel, which was why she was in the Bishop's office now. Sally was the one who got the attention; Sally was so good. Sally was even taking lessons from Father John. Charlotte couldn't have private lessons like Sally, because she wasn't old enough, yet. "Why can't you be like Sally?" they always asked. Well, she had fixed them. She'd snuck out of the house the last two days to see the Bishop, to ask him to teach her like Father John was teaching Sally. It was curious; he had smiled at her and agreed as long as she'd promised to keep their sessions private. Charlotte immediately agreed, swearing "under God" that she would not reveal anything that happened during the classes. He also decided to call her by her middle name, Charlotte, not Becky her first name, telling her it was a more grown up name, grown up like she was.

The classes had started normal enough, the Bishop very attentive to Charlotte, though he seemed to touch her more than usual. Whenever she came into the room or left, his hand would touch or lightly slap her butt. Lately it seemed to rest on her bottom longer and longer, Charlotte's moving away the only reason he stopped. But Charlotte didn't think that it was a bad thing, liking the attention, attention that Sally was not getting. And, he was always complimenting her.

"Such a pretty girl you are, Charlotte, so mature for your age," his hand lingering on her upraised butt as she got ready to leave for the day. "Tomorrow I will teach you some very special things," he teased, his hand still smoothing over her skirt, patting her gently, "so pretty."

She'd snuck out of the house the next day as well, the Bishop eagerly awaiting his young student. She sat in the chair, reading from the Bible while the Bishop hovered over her, looking down at the pretty girl, her breasts pushing out against her blouse, her skirt slipping down over her knees hiding the lovely pair of legs from his eyes.

The Bishop reached down, "You are such a pretty girl, Charlotte, and so good, always obeying," he whispered as his hand slid up and down her naked arm, accidentally brushing against her breast, her big eyes looking up at him, looking to see if it was an accident or intentional. "So pretty," smiling as his hand returned to her arm, feeling her naked flesh tremble beneath his large hand. His hand touched her breast again, this time Charlotte didn't even look up, becoming bolder now. "Such a good girl," brushing lightly over the tips of her breasts, seeing her hands clench on the table, letting him have his way with her.

The Bishop was becoming bolder. The first time, she thought it was an accident, his hand brushing against her breast. But it returned, this time tapping at the tips, her body quivering in excitement as she felt the feel of unfamiliar hands on her intimate flesh. Her nipples seem to explode, pushing painfully out on her white cotton bra. She felt so naughty, letting the Bishop touch her. Charlotte had been masturbating for a number of years, enjoying the touch of her fingers. She often fantasized of being spanked, her bottom naked, over the lap of an older man while he slapped her naked ass cheeks. Or of being stripped naked in front of others while they watched her humiliation. These fantasies always gave her intense orgasms. She thought it would be dirty, but this was the Bishop, not some boy trying to feel her up in the movies. It made her excited that the Bishop would be interested in her body. It made her feel so much older and mature, like Sally.

The Bishop leaned over Charlotte, whispering into her ear, his hand moving to her knee, resting on it. "You're much prettier than your sister," Charlotte looking down as his hand began to caress her leg, like it was happening to someone else, not her. "You don't mind me touching your leg, do you, Charlotte? You're such a good girl. You want to be like Sally, don't you?"

She squirmed in the chair, the Bishop's hand slowly moving in circles, each time going higher, his fingers slowly dragging up her skirt as they moved, her knee now naked to his touch, a fact that his hand soon recognized, moving down to touch the naked flesh. She jumped when he touched her, almost as if she was being touched by electricity, the feel so unfamiliar.

"Move your chair back, Charlotte," the Bishop's voice commanding, Charlotte not even hesitating before she slid it back, farther away from the desk. She knew that she was giving him easier access to her legs, but he was the Bishop. He knew what was best for her. Her mother had told her that she should always trust the priests. It should go doubly for the Bishop, she thought. And he thought she was so pretty, not like the others that always complimented pretty Sally, ignoring Charlotte. "Does Father John do this to Sally?"

"Father John has taught Sally how to obey and to serve the Lord. There are many ways to serve the Lord and pleasing your priest or bishop is very important. Are you mature enough to celebrate before God?" The Bishop looked at her sweet lips, the big blue eyes, the perky tits pushing out her blouse and those lovely legs and considered the hidden treasures beneath her skirt.

She looked up at the Bishop, her eyes staring into his. "Yes, I want to serve the Lord. Like my sister does," she stated. "Momma says I must obey Father John and I guess she means you also. I will do whatever you want," resigning her fate to the man that stood over her, secure in the knowledge that he knew best for her.

"That's a good girl," his hands reaching down to her legs again, touching her naked knees, returning to caress her naked flesh. He moved higher up her legs, her skirt creeping up, his powerful hands squeezing her teenage flesh as she sat in the chair her hands still clutched tightly. "Open your legs," the sound of that command sending shivers through her body.

She felt a little embarrassed, humiliated and at the same time naughty and very excited, letting him do these dirty things to her body. She willingly complied, her legs relaxing, her destiny literally in his hands.

"You're such a good girl, Charlotte," his hands now able to slip between her knees, rubbing her thighs, feeling the satiny flesh. His hand under her skirt was making it move up higher and higher, his eyes gazing at her lovely legs as the naked flesh was slowly revealed to him. He loved the feel of her young skin, rubbing up and down her thighs, each time moving higher, his large hand forcing her legs wider.

"Let me touch you higher, Charlotte," his voice soft and soothing as he felt her thighs begin to clench tighter the closer he moved to the vee between her legs. "You're such a pretty girl, such lovely thighs. I need to see your lovely legs," his hands pulling her skirt out of the way, his fingers searching between her thighs.

She sat there, letting him lift her skirt, her hands at her side, not willing to interfere with a Bishop. Especially one that liked her so much. One that thought she was pretty, prettier than her sister. No, she would let him do what Father John does to Sally. Not sure what that was, but eager to please.

"Stand up," he ordered her, pulling on her arm before she even had a chance to react. "Yes, that's good," his hands moving to the bottom of her skirt and slowly pulling it up, watching as her legs began to be exposed. He raised her skirt higher, "look in the mirror Charlotte," pointing to the full-length mirror on the wall to the side.

Charlotte looked at her reflection, her pussy instantly getting wet at the sight. The Bishop was raising her skirt, her naked legs clearly visible, her white panties now coming into view, his eyes watching as she was being denuded for him.

"Turn sideways, see how pretty you are. The Lord gave you a beautiful body and you must share it with your Bishop," his hands on her hips, turning her so she profiled in the mirror, his hands now under her skirt on her panties. "Grab your skirt and pull it above your waist for me, Charlotte. Show the Lord your body," he encouraged her.

Charlotte couldn't believe she was doing it, but she was, raising her skirt high above her waist and holding it there, seeing her reflection in the mirror, her long legs now seeming even longer, her simple white panties the only garment hiding her sex from the Bishop. And she was not even sure how long he would allow them to stay on, his hands moving up and down her hips. She watched as one of the Bishop's hands moved to her butt, his large hand able to encircle the tiny cheek, feeling him grip her tightly.

"You're being such a grown up girl, Charlotte," his hands enjoying the touch of her teenage flesh. Her ass was so resilient and firm, his hand able to grab her entire cheek in his palm, feeling his fingertips slip between her crack, his cock jerking in his pants at the thought of her tiny little anus nestled tight between her cheeks. "Face the mirror now, Charlotte," turning her so the front of her body was reflected in the mirror, eager for his hands play over her pussy. "Spread your legs open for the Lord, Charlotte," his hands on her hips, rubbing up and down the shapely hips, feeling her lower body begin to move back and forth. "Obey the Lord," he ordered her, her legs parting only slightly, wanting more.

Still not understanding why, she obeyed; her legs moving outward, the Bishop behind her, whispering in her ear. She spread her legs outward, the Bishop continuing to demand, forcing her to obey solely by the tone of his voice, seeing her panties stretch across her abdomen as the spread of her legs became more severe. His hands were becoming more familiar on her body, urging her hips to move back and forth, watching her own reflection in the mirror, her sex thrusting in a mock sex act. When pulled back, she could feel a hard object against her cheeks, knowing that she was having a sexual effect on the Bishop, his hard penis rubbing against her, not knowing whether she should be ashamed of herself for doing such a sinful thing or proud that her body could do this to a powerful man like the Bishop.

The Bishop fanned his fingers over her abdomen, watching her face in the mirror, seeing her submission to him. He moved lower, letting his fingernail trace up and down her pussy slit, sliding her white panties into the groove, already feeling the moisture from her body soak the material.

This was much more intense than when she rubbed her own pussy with her fingers. His hands were so much more demanding of her body, forcing responses from it that she hadn't known she'd had. She let her legs bow out a bit, wanting to give his finger complete access to her pussy, wanting to feel his fingernail push harder between her lips.

"I like that, Charlotte," complimenting her when she bowed her legs out, "you like this, don't you? Does it feel good?"

Charlotte felt so naughty, watching her own reflection in the mirror, seeing his finger highlighting her pussy slit in her panties the same time she felt the fingernail dragging her panties along her inner pussy. She knew that she was getting wetter but she no longer cared. She pushed backward, feeling the Bishop's hard penis touch her ass, letting her hips rock side to side, sliding over the throbbing flesh behind her. It was naughty to do such a thing to a priest, never mind that he was a Bishop, but his fingers were drawing such sexual lust to the surface of her body, she was unable to control her own emotions.

The Bishop was enjoying the way Charlotte's body responded to his masturbating finger. He pushed in deeper, feeling her lips close around him, sawing up and down her slit as she rocked back and forth. He wanted more. He wanted to feel her naked pussy, to let his fingers slide along her moist passage. "Move over to the desk," pushing her over until her legs touched the edge. "Down, bend over the desk for me, Charlotte," she submissively complied with his request, her ass pushing up against his hard cock as she did. "You look so pretty that way, Charlotte," his hand running over her ass as she put her head down on the desk.

She jumped at his touch. One minute she was bent over the desk, her skirt pushed high above her waist, her panty-covered butt arched upward, the next she felt the rush of the cool air on her naked cheeks. In a quick flash the Bishop had pulled her panties down to her knees, leaving her bent over the desk, her naked ass pushed out. It was so exciting, half naked, the Bishop behind her, but at the same time it was so embarrassing. This was the first time any male had ever seen her naked. Her panties hanging at her knees made it so much more humiliating.

"You look so pretty like this, Charlotte. Such a good girl you are, obeying me. Do you want me to touch you again?" The Bishop whispered in her ear, but his hand was already rubbing over her naked cheeks, enjoying her naked flesh, feeling her tremble from his touch.

"Oh God!" she blurted out, the Bishop's hand moving between her legs and touching her naked pussy for the first time. It was an electric touch, a strange hand touching her naked pussy. She thought she would cum; it was so intense.

"Yes, God would want you to celebrate before Him, Charlotte. Can you do that, can you cum for God?" His fingers moved up and down her slit, her juices instantly soaking them. Her body responded to his fingering, two fingers now pushing up and down her slit, inspecting as he did, feeling the hot silky flesh of her inner pussy lips, her juices allowing his fingers to glide effortlessly.

He forced her legs open. Well, more like prompting as she willingly parted them, giving him complete access to her sex. It felt strange when his fingers began to inspect her pussy lips, touching every single spot of the most intimate part of her body, as if he owned it. She continued to feel embarrassed, his hands and fingers taking such liberties with her body. Is this what Sally did? Does Sally have to strip for Father John as the Bishop was making her do?

"I enjoy touching you, Charlotte. Your pussy is so beautiful, the way it is displayed as you are bent over the desk. You are so wet, Charlotte. Are you going to celebrate before God, Charlotte?" The Bishop touched her clit, her ass arching up high as soon as his fingertip made contact with the sensitive bud. It felt like he had electrocuted her pussy with his touch, her ass shoved outward, trying to escape his touch. "So soft," he murmured into her ear, "such a nice, soft pussy."

She felt his other hand stroke her cheeks, pushing her ass back down, his finger again returning to her clit. "Mmmm," she moaned as his calloused finger rubbed over the tender button. She felt so open, her ass naked and arched up as his hands continued to play with her body. She did not think she could last much longer, her arousal at a fever pitch, her hips moving back and forth on his gentle masturbating fingers.

"Let yourself go, Charlotte. Surrender and celebrate before God," the Bishop's fingers moving faster up and down her slit, his other fingers grabbing her clit tightly, rubbing it.

Charlotte let go, the orgasm so powerful, her body shuddering and trembling, her juices soaking his hand, embarrassed that he was seeing her cum. She began to cry, sobbing as she came, humiliated that her body had betrayed her.

The Bishop continued to stroke her, holding her, whispering in her ear, "you are so good, Charlotte," his fingers rubbing her pussy lightly, feeling her body shaking, Charlotte still crying. "You are such a grown up girl, just like your sister, Sally." He held her until she stopped crying, his hand continuing to run over her body.

"Get dressed, Charlotte," helping to pull her panties up, catching one last glimpse of her pussy as she moved her legs together. He watched her smooth her skirt down, kissing her on the cheek, "go home now, Charlotte," watching as she left the room.