Chapter Fourteen — Sunday School
When she'd gone to Mass as a teenager on the old Headmaster's orders, Janice had been struck by the appearance of the Father leading the service. He was tall and rough looking, with large, craggy features and recessed but gleaming dark eyes. He had also noted the presence of the gorgeous, sensuous young brunette sitting in the third or fourth row.
After Mass, as the parishioners filed out, she thanked him and he asked her name. He then held out his hand to shake and passed her a note. Excited by the private message, Janice read the message as soon as she had some privacy. It told her to attend late afternoon service during the midweek and sit in the front row, wearing her school uniform.
Two days later, she arrived at a nearly deserted church and took her seat. Remembering that the Father was a "close friend" of the Headmaster, she'd taken care to wear lipstick and hitch up her plaid skirt by an extra couple of inches. Only two other parishioners attended the service, both seating further back and away from her.
When the Father made eye contact, she felt a restless excitement. He was intense and powerful. She felt so stirred up that she widened her legs to feel more stable. The Father noticed the leggy beauty had opened her tanned legs and thought it was to tease him. A few minutes later, during a pause, he stared intensely at her. Janice felt controlled and dominated by his gaze. Unconsciously, she spread her legs as far as the plaid skirt allowed. Father Hood saw all the way up her thighs to the thin, tight white school regulation panties at their apex.
On the following Sunday, Janice was in her Sunday school class when the Principal's assistant announced that their regular sister would not be teaching today. Instead, they were lucky to have a special substitute teacher. To everyone's surprise, Father Hood walked in. He immediately noted that two of the girls were whispering to each other while another couple were giggling away. In order to break up the two pairs, he ordered them to rearrange their seats. In the process, half of the girls had to stand and move. Hood directed some of them to specific seats.
The classroom was the kind that had tiers of seats. He told Janice to sit in the rearmost and highest tier. The hot teen climbed the steep steps and sat alone in the center of the last row. Father Hood began teaching. While all the girls' heads—except for Janice's—were bent down scribbling notes, his eyes met Janice's and he nodded, almost imperceptibly. Janice guessed what he wanted and spread her legs open as she had done in Mass. She was sitting at such a raised level that he had a perfect view of her lovely thighs. He signaled his approval and nodded again, wanting more. Concerned that the other students would notice something, he wrote several ideas and questions on the board and told them to begin writing an essay, turning on his portable radio to a classical station as an additional distraction to shield Janice's privacy.
Pretending to concentrate on her essay, Janice idly pulled her plaid skirt up as high as the two large safety pins holding it together would permit and began idly caressing the insides of her thighs with her left hand. He saw no telltale white flash of the regulation cotton panties. Janice thought of what she could do next to tease the Father, the pencil's eraser resting on the tongue of her open mouth. Her long tongue flicked around the bottom of the eraser, drenching the pink rubber tip in a luridly suggestive fashion, wrapping around and licking the pink nubbin, treating it like a prick or clit, drenching it with saliva. Realizing her skirt was no higher than it had been in Mass, she undid the two large safety pins. Her thighs now free, she raised both legs and hooked them around the crossbars on the sides of the chair. She continued stroking with her left hand, but higher up her inner thighs.
The Father, his palms perspiring, swallowed thickly at the nymphet's brazen actions. Unlike before, she now wore no panties. He reveled in the sight of her naked mons, her legs spread so obscenely that the dusky, glistening lips gaped openly, revealing the shining entrance at her core, surrounded by sparse, short black hairs that gleamed with wetness. As he stared at it, the end of her pencil entered his tunnel vision and the pink eraser began roaming over her clit and slit, the rubber nubbin stroking, prodding and tapping the engorged clit and lips.
Father Hood cleared his throat and announced that, since it was late, the girls deserved a break and were dismissed. The students glanced at each other, surprised that the Father, with his reputation as a stern disciplinarian, was being so easygoing. Janice unhooked her legs from the chair, returned them to the floor in front of her and lowered her skirt, pretending to gather her belongings, but did not get up. "Go along, out you go," he said, herding them out the door. By the time he'd closed and locked the door and turned around, Janice had resumed her previous position, thighs spread wide, her gash exposed.
As if nothing had changed in the classroom, she returned the pencil to her face, tapping the wet end against her cheek, leaving a trail of cunt juice and utterly tormenting him. After a few seconds, she immersed the pencil even deeper into her sopping slit. Then, as if lost in concentration about her assignment, Janice extracted the eraser, trailing a long thick strand of juice, and tapped the soaked end against her blouse, above the left nipple. Transfixed, he watched the black nipple slowly made visible and taut under the persistent, wet tapping. After reloading the pencil between her vaginal lips, she moved the eraser to her right nipple. But instead of tapping gently, she now flicked it hard, beating a steady rhythm against the dark teat. Once she became bored with that tease, she slowly dropped the pencil to her groin and actually sank it directly into her cunt hole, moaning ever so quietly.
Under the desk, the Father's overlarge cock was straining against the rough wool of his cassock. As if hypnotized, he watched as she pumped the pencil in and out its entire length of six inches. He glanced at her face, the large hazel eyes hooded in unbridled excitement. She found a second pencil and pushed it in next to the first one. He could see her enormous dark nipples pressing against her cheap, thin school-issue bra and blouse, damp from perspiration. He began harshly stroking his jerking, bumpy member.
One of the large safety pins came into view. The Father felt like he had never been so excited. This girl was nothing if not creative. Janice was not even thinking; her actions were entirely on the spur of the moment. She positioned the end loop of the shining metal pin over her hood, tugging and bending the stalk of her clit till it was bent over to all four sides. She moved the safety pin to one of her puffy labia, placed it along the outer edge and forced it over the slick lip, grunting at the effort. The girl squirmed as she manipulated the swollen flesh into its imprisoning metal cage. The Father's cock was so hard it knocked into the underside of the desk. The safety pin crushed the middle of the labia, which also swelled hugely above the metal edge,
The shameful girl repeated the process with the other labia and safety pin, till both livid lips bulged out from the constricting metal fence. Once her cunt was framed by the lips in their metal bondage, she pumped three pencil dildos in unison, her mouth hanging open with lust. The squishing sounds of the three pencils invading the schoolgirl slut's dripping cunt permeated the room along with the sounds of the Father beating his cock, as she cried out in her first climax, thrashing around on the chair. But one cum was apparently not enough.
Dissatisfied with the triple pencil dildo, Janice rummaged in her knapsack and removed an object the Father couldn't discern. Slowly, she removed the pencils from her leaking cunt, striking her clit and the reddened lips protruding above the safety pins. She opened the hand holding the object and revealed, lying in her palm, a rubber band and two wedge-shaped pink erasers, the kind that were three inches long, two inches wide and a half-inch thick. She held them together lengthwise and wrapped the rubber band around so they were six inches long.
With one hand she spread her metal-bound lips wider and with the other shoved the blocky eraser up inside her, the thick pink rubber disappearing into the wet pink gash, her left hand tugging downward on both safety pins, stretching the abused lips, her head thrust back and rolling from side to side in silent orgasm as the Father's veined and knobby cock, under the desk, shot off a geyser for a full thirty seconds.
After a few minutes she recovered, raising her head and opening her heavy lids so that she looked into his stern, sweating face. Staring at him defiantly, she wrapped the skirt back around her thighs, fastening it with a couple of small pins -- but without removing either the eraser or the safety pins. He was incredulous that she was going to leave the eraser dildo in her cunt and the safety pins clamping her labia. She saw that his expression was perhaps even more severe than before. She interpreted that to mean that her behavior had been shocking, and that she would surely be punished for it. They both knew that things between them were only beginning.
Janice collected her items and sauntered to the door, smiling innocently at him. "Leave the door locked," he commanded hoarsely. "Come here," he ordered hoarsely. She walked to his desk, standing contritely as he swiveled toward her. "Kneel," he said, and she sank down, her knees touching his toes. He flipped back the hem of his cassock, revealing a small lake of fresh jism coating the inside. Her eyes widened at the huge amount of thick semen. "Lean forward." Without hesitation, the girl complied. He dragged his bony pointer finger through the accumulation of seed and held the dripping digit over her head. She tilted her head, as if her upturned face was begging for it. Strands of thick cum dripped down and splashed onto her forehead, nose and cheeks, mixing with the drying trails of cunt juice.
"Have you ever serviced a man in your mouth before?"
She shook her head.
"This begins your penance for being such a shameless sinner in class." She opened and he slid the finger into her hot grasping mouth. "Lick the underside; swirl your tongue around. As I withdraw, close your lips over the top." She moaned at the incredibly delicious taste; it seemed like precious nectar to her, warm, rich and salty. He removed the finger as her thick lips clamped around it. "Good." He dragged his pointer and middle finger through the goop and she took both digits easily, all the way in. The Father finally wiped his ring finger, along with the two others, in the spunk, and she sucked in all three noisily, laving them until he withdrew.
He bent over and raised the front and rear of her skirt to waist height, exposing her tight ass and pussy, picked up a pencil from his desk and dragged all six inches of it through his spunk. "Spread your cheeks." The girl reached behind her and spread them wide. He leaned forward, pulled her toward him, pushed her sticky face to the floor and coated her lovely, puckered roseate with cum as she groaned with the new sensation. He reloaded the pencil in his wet lap and inserted it into her rosebud, pumping it deeper with each stroke. "Oh God!" she voiced, wailing pleasurably. He leaned back and pulled her head off the floor. "Clean it," he said, pointing to the residue on his cassock.
