Father Delaney further trains his slut. An account of what happens to Rosa in the first of 2 short days where he is absent but his teachings must guide her.
All characters are above 18.
Contains elements of non-consensual sex, incest and, of course, blasphemy.
Rosa lay in bed, her hands by her side, clenched, gripping the sheets. She was trying not to move, but she couldn't help her thighs from clenching for a second, squeezing her swollen pussy and sending the first wave of orgasm through her.
Father Delaney had told her he would not see her for two days in which she had to obey the following rules: no underwear, no masturbating, no orgasms, show Julius how much you love him, show your teachers how much you admire them, show your father how wholesome you are.
It was only the first day without seeing Father Delaney, only the first day without his cleansing rituals, and she had just come home from school, her pussy on fire and when she caught site of her brother Julius, she knew she had to go to her room before he looked at her. She was on the verge of cumming and the lust in his eyes would have pushed her over the edge. Just like the lust in her teachers' eyes had almost undone her throughout her day at school.
She had sat in her seat, class after class, feeling the smooth wood of the chair on her pussy as she tried not to squirm. At one point, she had looked up and seen Mr Fenton, her maths teacher, staring at her. Or rather, staring at her
under her desk
, and she had realised that her thighs had spread in an effort to hold back her rising tide of pleasure. She had manoeuvred herself so that her pussy would no longer be in direct contact with the chair. This meant, however, that her legs had parted, her hips were tilted and her skirt was no longer hiding her naked pussy. Mr Fenton was looking right at her swollen labia, seeing how they glistened and how her cunt had blossomed open with desire. He was sitting behind his own desk, and she was sure his hand was on his cock, but she couldn't see as his desk was solid at the front, shielding his lower half from her view.
Just like Father Delaney's desk
.
Just thinking about his desk made her even wetter. It was over that desk that Father Delaney had first cleansed her, had first pushed himself into her, had first set her skin on fire with his hands and under which she had taken him in her mouth as her mother sat mere feet away from her, unaware that her daughter was swallowing her priest's cock.
She wrapped her fingers around the edge of her desk and closed her eyes as a surge of electricity shot through her. Her pussy throbbed. She was on fire and it was torture. There was to be no release. No salvation for two days. She tried to steady her breathing and opened her eyes. Mr Fenton was looking right at her. At her face, this time. She blushed as she saw the heat in his eyes.
He was in his late thirties, but he looked like he was nearing fifty. Or at least, he dressed and behaved as if he was older. He had a quiet demeanour, but Rosa had always been a little wary of him. Possibly because he had never looked at her without a hidden darkness, a repressed hunger.
She blushed as their gazes locked. A chill passed through her, leaving her skin cold. She turned her head down, brought her thighs together, and tried to concentrate on the paper in front of her.
At the end of the class, she had got up, ignoring the wet patch she had left on the chair, and hurried out of the room, careful to disappear into the crowd of chattering students.
And now, here she was, lying down in her bed, not touching herself, but she had allowed her thighs to clench. Her inner thighs were slick from her pussy juice, and as they slid over each other, her pussy lips were pressed together and her swollen clit was massaged and that was it. She started cumming.
She bit her lips as her body convulsed and she was flooded with guilt. She had disobeyed her priest. She would have to be punished. She deserved to be punished. In that moment, she had turned away from God and she would need her Father to help her turn back towards grace.
Once the orgasm had passed through her, she sat up, a sheen of sweat covering her skin, and she told herself:
you must be dedicated; just because you have fallen this once, does not mean you should give up; it is all the more reason to be more dedicated to Father's mission.
She stripped, making sure not to touch herself, or look at herself in a mirror, and went to take a shower.
As she came out of the shower, her father was coming up the stairs. Rosa didn't have much of a relationship with her father. He worked away from home a lot and when he was home, he spent most of his time in his office. Once Rosa had started going through puberty, he had let her mother take full responsibility for their daughter.
He was carrying a stack of letters, which he dropped as he almost bumped into his daughter. She was naked, except for the small towel wrapped around her. Her skin was hot and glistening, her face rosy and open as she smiled at him.
"Don't worry, I'll pick them up, daddy."
He was frozen to the spot as he watched her bend down and begin gathering up the fallen letters. Her towel had opened to show one of her sides, including one buttock. He stepped back without thinking, and then realised he had done so to get a better look at her ass. He flushed with shame. But his cock was getting hard. There was something about his daughter that, for the first time, he was noticing.
Rosa moved on her hands and knees, picking up the letters, and her towel came loose. It slipped off her and fell to the floor.
"Oh," she said and scrambled to grab it and cover herself. All the while, her father was watching her from behind, his eyes glued to the pussy that revealed itself. He watched the wet little curls, droplets of water (was it water?) clinging to them. He saw the pussy lips that seemed open and swollen and suddenly all he wanted was to put his dick in there.
She jumped up, the letters and her towel all in a heap in her arms, barely covering her tits. She was not fully aware of how much her father had seen or could see and she tried to hand him the letters, but he ended up taking everything out of her hands, leaving her completely naked in front of her father.
"Daddy, my towel."
But he didn't move. Suddenly he seemed very tall and almost like a stranger. There was a heat coming from him.
Show your father how wholesome you are
, she heard Father Delaney's voice in her head. But hearing his voice in her head made her pussy wetter.
Rosa stood still, waiting to see what would happen next. Her father was staring at her, holding her towel and letting the letters fall to the floor again. She saw his eyes travel over her body, roaming to her pert little tits, down her taut stomach and then staying fixed on her dripping pussy.
"You're wet. I can smell you," he said, hoarsely.
"I'm sorry, daddy."
And then he smiled. He looked back into her face. "Maybe daddy needs to punish you."
What Rosa didn't know was that her father was obsessed with BDSM porn. And most of his time in his office at home, he was jacking off to women who looked like girls being brutally fucked by men who looked like him.
Rosa tried to work out if this was in accordance with Father Delaney's rules. All he had said was to show her daddy how wholesome she was. So, whatever he would do to her, she would show him how innocent she was.
"I'm sorry, daddy," she said again.
He stepped towards her, the towel falling to the floor beside the letters.
"In my office, now."
Goosebumps covered her skin as she backed into his office. His voice was terrifying. She had never heard this tone in his voice before. He wasn't angry. It was a dark arousal that she was unfamiliar with.
Once they were in the office, he locked the door and watched his scared baby girl standing in the middle of the room, naked and shivering. He could smell her cunt and it was driving him crazy.
"Over to the desk," he said. His voice was quiet and strained.
She turned her back to him and walked slowly to the desk. This was reminding her so much of her first punishment from Father Delaney. She felt juice ooze out of her naked pussy. But her heart was beating out of fear as well. She didn't trust her father the way she did Father Delaney. In the priest she had complete unquestioning faith. Her father was merely a man and his actions were not in the name of God.
But mine are
. Because she was under Father Delaney's wing, her desire and body were an offering to God. She had to be brave. And continue to show her father how wholesome she was. Perhaps then he would also be saved.
"Bend over the desk."
She did as he ordered, automatically going into the position Father Delaney had put her in. She placed her hands by her head, pressed her tits against the desk-surface, spread her legs a little and let her back arch, allowed her ass to push up and her open pussy to be on full view from behind.
