Cleansing Rosa Ch 02

Notes to the reader:

This is the second instalment of this story. I recommend reading the first before continuing.

All characters are over 18.

Warning: there are elements of non-consensual sex.

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Rosa was on her knees in front of Father Delaney. Her pert little tits were exposed. Her shirt was torn open to her bellybutton. Her face was staring up at him in devotion, both his and her cum dripping from her plump cherry lips.

He leaned against his desk and looked down at her in a paternal way. And his rock-hard cock pointed at her, glistening with their juices and her saliva. He watched her, waiting to see how long she would hold this submissive pose. It soon became clear that she would kneel in front of him for as long as he wanted. His cock jerked at the thought. She was so utterly his, it was mind-blowing. She had so quickly given herself over to him.

She had come into his office afraid and innocent, but already wet. He realised now what a slut she was deep inside. His trusting, beautiful, sexy little slut.

"How are you doing, Rosa?" he asked in a kindly voice. He had been rough with her and he wanted to continue to encourage the love she had for him. He had to strike a balance between cruel and caring dominance.

She stared up at him, her big almond eyes shining with desire. Her whole body was taught with sexual need. A droplet of cum fell from her wet black pubes on to the floor. There was a small puddle directly under her sore, open pussy.

"Answer me, Rosa. And tell me the truth. God will know if you lie and so will I. How are you doing?"

She swallowed, her large eyes never leaving his.

"I am very h...happy, Father."

He was a little stunned, but then he smiled. She was, indeed, perfect.

"Happy, Rosa? What has made you happy?"

She looked confused for a moment, but he saw that she was opening herself up, searching within herself and wanting only to tell him her deepest truth. She trusted him completely. And in his own way, he knew he was the perfect person for her to open up to.

"I am happy because...because now I know why I am wet all the time."

"And why is that, Rosa?"

She smiled. It was a smile of pure joy and devotion. "So that I can do what you tell me, Father."

For the first time in a long time, Father Delaney thanked God.

"Yes, Rosa. That is exactly right. And what does that make you?"

"Your slut," she said without hesitation.

"Yes. My slut. Exactly. Now, I want you to understand what that means. But in order for you to hear me with the ears of God, I need you to stand up and bend over the desk again."

She stood up immediately. He moved aside and watched her take her position. She planted her feet wide on the ground, stretched out her arms and put her hands on the far side of the desk, stretching out her back, arching it so that her ass was up in the air. Her ass cheeks were still red raw from the spanking and her pussy lips, red as well, dripped with her seemingly endless juice mixed with his cum. He stood behind her, his erection pushing into her ass crack, and moved his hands to her stomach. As he unbuttoned the remainder of her shirt, he began to talk to her, his voice low and steady, masterful and calm.

"Being my slut is a not a calling to be taken lightly. And it is that, my dear little Rosa. A calling. A sacred calling. One that you must never take lightly and give yourself to without hesitation and doubt. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Father."

He opened up her shirt and began to slide it down her slender shoulders, bending over her as he did so. His voice was closer to her ear now and she could feel the heat of his breath in her neck. She pushed her peachy ass into his groin. He spanked her.

"Sluts do not get to decide when they receive satisfaction. Do you understand?"

She froze.

"Yes, Father. Sorry Father."

He stroked her ass cheek.

"I know you'll learn."

He continued to remove her shirt, her arms raised behind her so he could slide it off. He held her arms up there by the wrists, forcing her chest to press into the desk, arching her back even more. With his free hand he stroked along her spine and her waist, relishing the softness of her flesh.

"As my slut, you will find salvation through the cleansing rituals. Rituals like the ones we are enacting now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Father. I want you to cleanse me."

He let her hands go and she placed them obediently on either side of her head.

"That's a good slut," he murmured, stroking her red ass again, every once in a while holding on to a handful and then letting go to watch it move. It hardly moved, but that little jiggle of her soft creamy flesh sent bolts of lightning into his cock.

He began to rub the length of his cock along her dripping slit.

"And as my slut, you will accept every ritual without fear. You will feel pain, but you are my slut and you must trust that everything I do will bring you pleasure and therefor grace. Have you not already felt grace today? Have you not felt the presence of God?"

She was fighting the urge to rock back and forth, to rub her pussy on his cock as he pushed along her open cunt agonizingly slowly. His breath was more shallow now and the control in his voice was slipping. He could hear her soft moans of pleasure and he saw her nails digging into the top of the desk.

"Answer me, slut. Are you not feeling the presence of God right now?"

He nudged the head of his cock against her clit and she jolted. Her body seemed perpetually poised at the verge of an orgasm. What could be more divine than that?

"Yes, Father."

"Do you want to feel God inside you, slut?"

"Oh God yes, Father!" she screamed as she came, her body vibrating, her knees buckling. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them open, exposing her little twitching asshole. He grabbed his cock, wet from her pussy juices, and began to push his large bulbous cock head into her tight little hole. Thanks to her orgasm and how slippery his cock was, he managed to pop the tip in before she could tighten.

She squealed and shot forward. The movement lifted her feet off the floor and he still held on to her ass with one large hand, while the other kept his meaty cock in her asshole. The whole of the head was in her clenching hole and she was grunting with discomfort. He wanted to tell her it would be alright, but his body was too busy. He had lost words. All he wanted was to shove his cock deep in her ass and fuck her hard.

She did her best to stop wriggling and tried to relax, her legs dangling off the desk, her ass cheeks spread wide open. He fed his rock-hard cock into the tightest hole he had ever delved into, inch by inch disappearing in her little puckered hole. He took his hand off his cock so he could grab her properly by the hips and pull her ass towards him.

He was almost completely inside her, sweat dripping down his temple, his breath coming out in short, damp bursts. Before the base of his cock reached her hole, he pulled out, a bit quicker, until only the head was left. Then he pushed back in, faster again, stopping just before the base. He pulled out, pushed back in, pulled out, pushed back in, pulled out. Paused. Then he slammed in to the hilt.

And as he was buried in her virgin ass, balls deep, he began to speak to her again.

"You're such a good slut, Rosa. Taking all of me in your tight little ass."

He spread open her ass cheeks again and began to fuck her asshole. He watched his cock pump in and out of her little sphincter. Her ass gripped his cock like a vice, milking it as he thrust in and out of her. As he got into a rhythm he noticed that she had gone from silently suffering to softly enjoying. She let out a soft moan every time his cock bottomed out in her, every time his balls slapped her sodden pussy.

The sound of his big cock pistoning in and out of her tight little ass became audible, punctuated by the slap of flesh, her moans and his grunts.

"You like being taken like a whore? Do you? Such a good fucking slut. Taking your priest's cock all the way in your little ass. Oh god, you're so fucking tight."

He began to fuck into her harder, his hands digging into her flesh to keep her in place. Her upper body moved back and forth with his thrusts, her tits mashed into the desk, the edge digging into her upper thighs. But all she could feel was pleasure, deep and inescapable. Her ass was being ripped open, her insides were being fucked raw, her skin was on fire from his brutal hands and she knew she would come again and again because it all felt so fucking good.

"You're such a perfect little slut, Rosa. You feel so fucking good."

He slowed down his strokes, long and deep, as one of his hands travelled up the arch of her back, up her neck and into her hair. He grabbed the ponytail and yanked it, lifting her head and her chest up off the desk. This changed the angle, opening up her ass to him even more.

"I'm going to cum into your slutty little ass. Every time you take cum inside you, you're being cleansed. Every time you swallow cum, every time cum is dumped in your whore pussy and every time the inside of your ass is painted with cum, that's when you are cleansed."

He pushed in and out of her, maintaining his slow and deep thrusts. He tugged on her hair, bringing her up even more. His other hand went to her tits. He rubbed one little breast with his big hand, squeezing it roughly, pulling at the erect little nipple.

"Yes, Father, yes, please," she moaned.

"And because you're such a slut, Rosa, you have to be cleansed over and over and over..."

At each 'over', he pushed his cock in all the way. He repeated it over and over and began to speed up. He let go of her tits and wrapped his arm around her chest, clamping his hand down on her shoulder, holding her in place so he could fuck into her hard and fast.

He pounded her ass, the room full of the sound of the slap of flesh. Cum that was still dripping from her pussy spattered at every thrust.

His voice was hoarse and tight: "Fucking take it, you little fucking slut. Your tight fucking ass is taking all of me, you fucking whore. You like being fucked like a fucking slut? Huh? You sexy fucking dirty little whore, take my cock, take it, take it all in your dirty fucking ass, take it. Fuck. Fuck, I'm gonna cum... fuck you're so fucking tight... yes, yes, take it..."

He thundered into her a few more times and then let lose a roar as he came hard, unloading his cum deep into her ass, filling up her tight, sore channel with his hot cum.

She was cumming, vibrating in his persuasive grasp, moaning and whispering: "Yes, Father, please, please, yes."

As his orgasm subsided, he released her gently and lowered her upper body so she could lie, face down on the desk and recover. He pulled out, spreading her ass cheeks and watching the sphincter as his cock popped out. It was open and clenching. A thin dribble of white cum dripped out. He spanked her ass affectionately. He stepped back and walked round the desk and sat down in his chair. Her head was right in front of him.

With difficulty, she raised her head to look at him. She was smiling. She looked exhausted as well as utterly satisfied. He stroked his softening cock absentmindedly as he studied her. His mind was racing.

"Thank you, Father," she said softly.

"Oh, we're not done yet. Although, I think you deserve a little rest before your next cleansing."

He leaned back and in quick succession, ideas popped into his head.

Yes.

"I want you to come here tomorrow straight after school."

"Father, I have after school classes tomorrow."

"Not anymore. I will take care of it. You will come here straight away after school. Understand?"

"Yes, Father."

He stroked her cheek with his finger. The finger that had pushed her soaked panties into her virgin cunt.

"But what I want you to do in preparation for tomorrow is of the utmost importance."

She listened eagerly to his instructions as he pushed his finger into her mouth.

Rosa arrived at home and went straight to her room. She recited to herself the things she had to do.

No panties. No bra. Stay wet. Don't masturbate. Don't cum. Show Julius how much I love him. Don't tell anyone what happened. No panties. No bra...

She put on a fairly conservative dress, again one that buttoned all the way down the front. She lifted it and looked at her pussy. She could see how wet the small little curls were that covered her puffy pussy lips. She was sore. And she felt like she could cum at any moment.

She straightened her dress and went down for dinner.

She sat next to Julius, her parents on the other side of the table. Her mother narrowed her eyes at her, but she didn't ask her anything. Rosa assumed her father and brother didn't know that she had been sent to talk to the priest about masturbating. Rosa was so grateful to her mother. Thanks to her she was finding salvation through Father Delaney's rituals.

Julius was 10 years older than her, a tall, muscular, handsome man. He rarely came home, but when he did, he stayed for a month. It was something to do with work. Rosa was never told what he did and she'd never asked. In the last few years, they had grown apart as brother and sister. They rarely saw each other and when they did, Julius seemed distant and uninterested in her. She had been told not to bother him, so she usually left him alone.

But now, Father Delaney had told her to show her brother how much she loved him. He had said that brotherly love was divine and she should seek it out, she should open herself up to it.

She turned to Julius and smiled at him. He seemed caught off guard by this and stared at her. She gave his leg a squeeze under the table. He obviously needed encouragement to know she was sincere.

She went back to eating, but noticed out of the corner of her eye that he kept looking at her.

Rosa was washing up when her mother came to talk to her. The men were in the lounge watching TV.

"So?"

Rosa looked at her mother. She saw fear, anger, curiosity. She suddenly felt sorry for her mother. Maybe her mother hadn't had the same luck as she had and she hadn't found a way to feel the way Rosa now felt.

"It was wonderful, mother. Father Delaney was able to help me find salvation."

Relief flooded Rosa's mother's face.

"Praise the lord," she said, casting her eyes to heaven.

"Yes," said Rosa. "Praise the lord."

Rosa joined the family in the lounge, but soon enough her mother and then her father went to bed. Once they were upstairs, Rosa went to get Julius a beer. She could see he needed a top-up. While she was in the kitchen, she unbuttoned some of her dress. She wasn't sure why she did this, but instinctively she knew that Father Delaney wished her to show her love for Julius through her body.

"Um, thanks," Julius said, when she returned, holding the beer. He took it from her and looked her up and down, noticing the gaps where her dress was unbuttoned.

"You're welcome," she said lightly and sat down next to him, snuggling up against him.

The way she was sitting allowed her dress to part and give his eyes access to the usually hidden flesh. She watched the screen, her head on his shoulder. He looked down her top, tracing the curve of her breast with his eye and catching site of the beginnings of her nipple. Suddenly all he wanted was to see her nipple properly.

He looked ahead. He was beginning to sweat. His cock was getting hard.

He had barely noticed his sister the last 10 years. He had missed her growing up, growing into this young woman who was nuzzling him and whose tits were making him hard. He swallowed. He looked back down. He still could only see part of the areole. He moved, hoping she would move with him and give him a different view.

Instead of more, he saw less now. He was getting frustrated. He just wanted to see the nipple. Was that so wrong?

They continued to watch television, but Julius couldn't help looking down every once in a while. The soft texture of her skin, the promise of her little tit, but the nipple out of his reach, all this was driving him mad. His cock grew along the inside of his leg, constricted by his jeans.

About an hour later, she was snoring softly on his shoulder. He moved his shoulder up and down to see if it would wake her. She remained asleep.

With his non-beer drinking hand, he reached over to the gap in the fabric. He hooked a finger over one edge and pulled it back, slowly revealing the curve of her breast, and then the areole, and finally the dark hard nipple, small and erect.

His mouth was dry. The sight of her breast in its entirety made his cock ache in his trousers. He knew that the illicit nature of this was turning him on. In fact, he was more turned on now than he had been in years. And all because of his little sister's breast.

He stretched out his finger, desperate to touch the soft flesh.

She moved and he quickly released the fabric, placing his hands over his crotch to hide the monster that was hiding there.

She looked up at him. She smiled at him, devotion and love in her eyes. She seemed to have noticed nothing.

"I'm going to go to bed. I'm so happy you're home. I love you, Julius."

And with that she moved her face up and kissed him on the lips. He was stunned, but let her soft warm lips press against his. Little did he know that this was her first kiss.

She let her lips linger on his as she relished the sensation. Their soft lips, so similar in their plumpness, pressed into each other. And just as she was about to move away, his tongue touched her lips. She felt his tongue travel into her mouth, making her pussy overflow. Her own tongue moved to greet his before she could stop to think about it. And then their tongues were entwined, their lips crushed against one another.

His hand went into her dress and found the breast that had driven him to this madness. The touch of its silky softness in his hands made him bite her lip. She groaned into his mouth, her pussy on fire and soaked. He squeezed her little tit hard, his thumb rubbing the tiny hard nipple. He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, wanting to claim it as his. His hand on her tender breast grew more brutal, pulling at it, digging his fingers into the pliant flesh and tugging. She moaned around his tongue and he felt her little tongue caressing his. Her hand had started to creep towards the 9 inch erection that throbbed against his leg.

Suddenly, he pushed her away.

"Stop, Rosa. Stop. We can't do this."

They were both breathing heavily and he could smell her arousal. His hand was still on her tit. Even though he was stopping this, he was reluctant to let it go.

She looked hurt and confused, sucking in the bottom lip that he had bitten. "Why not? It feels so good."

He looked at her. He saw the innocence in her eyes. And the most intense lust. She was not questioning this at all.

"Yes, Rosa. God, it feels really good, but it's wrong."

"But why? You're my brother and I love you. And I want to show you how much I love you."

"But you can't do that like this. It's wrong."

"But it feels good to you too, right?"

"Yes." He was really fighting with all he had.

He saw pity come into her eyes and that confused him. And then she said: "I hope you can let God into you, Julius. I want you to be saved as well."

And then she got up, his hand bereft as her breast disappeared. Her dress was caught above her hip and before she turned to go to bed, he saw her pussy. All of it.

He stared after her as she left, but the sight of her cunt was burned into his vision. Puffy little cunt lips covered in sweet little black curls and in between... He had seen the wetness there, and how open she seemed to be.