Graces Calling

*Flashback*

I stared at the thin veil that separated me from the old High Priest in the confession box, debating on whether I should continue or not. I did though. It wasn't like I wasn't here already.

"Tell me, Child." His voice sounded raspy as he was nearing seventy years.

"Um. Father, I err..." I cleared my throat "I think I'm impure Father..."

And so I narrated to him what had been bothering me for the past few days.

It was the week of spring break at my school and I was taking an afternoon nap upstairs in my room. My parents and my older stepbrother were at the chapel for a midday service. I'd begged my parents to stay home feigning sickness but I actually just wanted to stay home even for just today. My family always went for service at the chapel be it afternoon or evening. My stepbrother was lucky since he went to a college out of town so didn't have to attend church always. He only came to town to spend a couple of days with us. About 98% of the town's population were Christians and attended the only Chapel in town.

I'd heard footsteps downstairs before slipping into slumber but hadn't thought much of it. But when I woke to a big penis being pushed into my mouth, I regretted not checking. I was shocked so I stayed still, keeping my eyes shut. I felt the huge penis sliding pass my parted lips over my tongue. It had a salty taste I didn't like but I was scared to push back or even open my eyes but then I was forced to open my eyes when the person grabbed my head and pushed his penis deep into my throat. I thought I was going to die at first but realized that I wasn't even choking. I looked up and was surprised to that it was the town's gardener, Big Ben, who was supposed to be working on our garden this afternoon.

Of course it would be him. He had the keys to out shed and our back door. I tried to scream but the sound came out as a gurgle. I stared at him wide eyed thinking I could signal with my eyes for him to stop but that didn't work. I hadn't realized that my hands were tied behind my back until I tried to move them. My feet wasn't tied so I thrashed them instead. I wondered if he took that as some sort of a signal because he moved one hand from behind my head and squeezed my behind through my skirt then proceeded to pull it down along with my panties.

I tried saying something again but it came out as a groan this time. His hand cupped me down there and I gasped, my mouth full. He inserted two heavy fingers into my vagina and I cried out onto his penis which was still moving in and out my mouth. I squirmed and again I might have given the wrong impression because he grunted and said

"You like that don't you." Moving his fingers in and out of my vagina. It was uncomfortable because I'd never had anything in there. Not even my own fingers. But my body had other plans because I realized that I was thrusting my hips towards his hand and immediately stilled. I shut my eyes and said a silent prayer. But soon I felt feeling I'd never felt before in my eighteen years of living. It felt so good I was practically shaking. The feeling was akin to peeing after holding on to the pee for hours on end. I rolled up my eyes and just then I felt a salty liquid being squirted into my mouth. Had he peed too?!

I was grossed out to have pee in my mouth but he didn't pull out his penis for almost a minute and so when he did I subconsciously swallowed it while trying to swallow some air too. He untied my hands and bent his head between my legs,

"What are you doing?!" I'd asked alarmed. He pushed my buttocks apart with both hands and swiped his tongue from my vagina to my butthole. I yelped, breathing hard. Jesus Christ! What just happened?! He raised his head and tapped his hand on my butt cheek then pulled up his pants. I turned and shouted angrily at him asking him what he'd done to me. I didn't understand what went on.

"Don't tell anyone or else I'll tell your parents about that boy of yours" he told me, grinning.

"What was that you did to me? What was that feeling and how did you know about Timothy?!" Timothy and I were best friends, we'd been friends since childhood and had this funny pact to marry each other when we were much much older like our parents.

"You gave me a blowjob, the best I've had in a while and that feeling," he laughed "that was an orgasm you had there," he laughed again "I made you cum, little girl and I know you liked it. But if you be a good girl I'll be here to give you more often."

I pushed myself back to the head of the bed. The way he said that sounded creepy to me and I'd thought if he didn't want me to tell, then it meant what happened was wrong, right?! He left me to my thoughts that day and since then I always locked my doors and windows so he couldn't come to my room.

For the next few days, I worried about it but wasn't sure if I should tell my parents. They weren't the best in handling matters so I'd decided to tell Father Archibald, the town's priest.

I could feel Father Archibald staring at me through the tiny veil after my 'confession' but I was afraid to mention Ben's name so I omitted that out.

"Father..?" I called out after a long silence.

"Yes, my child," he responded then cleared his throat. "What happened wasn't bad but you'll have to go through a ritual to rid you of impurities."

"Okay Father, whatever it takes."

*Flashback Ends*

That day, father had escorted me to his office, bent me over his huge desk and shoved his cock inside my pussy over and over again until I came multiple times. He'd said I must have more orgasms in order to clear out the one with Big Ben then I'd be clean. I remember feeling a slight pain when he penetrated me for the first time but after that there was no pain, only the feeling of wanting more and more.

After few weeks of the 'ritual' with Father, he insisted that he couldn't 'purify' me because he was getting old and tired so he selected other aspiring priests to help me. Everyday after school for years, I'd pass the chapel before heading home and let the five priests Father had selected fuck my pussy and use me and it only got better.

So even after I found out what had actually happened and what all those things meant years later, I didn't regret anything about it because without them I wouldn't have realized my calling. Which was to relieve stress, for anyone at all who was willing, with my pussy and my body.

I sighed contentedly as my stepbrother and his friends took turns with me on the floor of his college dorm.