Father Jonathan stood in front of the class reading Tennyson at 2.20 p.m. aloud in the afternoon and the pupil in his literature class seemed oblivious with his existence. 18-year-old hormone filled soda junkies. His pupils were merely in the class physically but emotionally they had been transported to worlds that may be alien to him. He had always wanted to a servant of God. He took his vow at 20 and now that he was 28, he believed that he had taken the right path. The path that would bring him to God's embrace and into the gates of heaven. He remembered how he lost his virginity when he was 15 to his brother's girlfriend in his own bedroom. She was 'babysitting' him for the day while his brother was working late that day. She was a petite girl with fiery red auburn hair. She was quite short compared to his massive height but she was such a delight. At 15, he was already reaching 6 feet and having Bree, bouncing on his impressive cock was pure ecstasy. They fucked 3 times that day. They fucked more for the next two years behind Jamie's back. Sex. How he missed sex. He missed fucking.
The bell rang and students vanished from the class. He collected all his books and put them in his bag. His eyes suddenly caught one of his pupils sitting at the back. She was staring out the window. She looked sad. Her name was Amanda Sakuragi. Her father was Japanese and her mother was an Australian. Did not understand what Mrs. Sakuragi sees in Mr. Sakuragi. He was short and stout. Nonetheless, he was rich! However, thank you God. Amanda was hot. She was about 5 feet 7 inches tall and her air was jet-black but she got her mother's smoldering green eyes. In that school uniform, the short skirt just above her delicate knee, she was a godsend. Father Jonathan was happy that sometimes he got glimpses of a fair share of his students' panties of multitude colors. If he was even luckier, he could see glimpses of young cunts behind those flimsy panties and occasional thongs.
He moved to the back of the class. Her green eyes brimmed with tears. "Are you alright Amanda?" he asked. She did not answer. "Is there anything that I can help?" he continued asking. Her small cute mouth trembled and she suddenly wrapped her arms around Father Jonathan's waist. He was taken aback by her action but simultaneously he was happy that her lovely oval faced was pressed on the left side of his lower abdomen. He could feel the warmth from her breath on his skin. His heart rate increased and his cock started to quiver in his robe. He intensely missed fucking and God started to disappear from his mind.
When they reached his office, she told him everything. Her boyfriend Chad Murray wanted to have sex with her and she was unsure. He would dump her she refused and because of that, she did not know what to do. She was lying on the big couch that he had in his room. He could not take his eyes off her breasts that kept moving because of her incessant sniffling and crying. He came nearer and his eyes traveled from her designer shoes up her lovely legs, her short skirt and the dark blue sweater snuggling the luscious breasts. The lips were looked succulently wet maybe from those stuff he usually saw they put every time a boy passed by. He would sell his soul just to taste those sweet lips once in his life. He had taken off his robe and he was in his dark blue khakis and a white shirt. The bulge between his legs started to strain his pants. Amanda saw it. Her eyes grew wide and she started to sit up but Father Jonathan little by little pushed her back into the couch. She was breathing more heavily as she now realized that she was trapped in this office with her teacher. The lump between his legs grew. Her breasts moved even more rapid making the man more aroused as the image of Bree bouncing between his legs filled his mind. As if reading his mind, Amanda started to panic. "F...Father...Jonathan...I...I'm la..," she could not finished her sentence as he put his right thumb on her lower lip while his left hand held her right shoulder firmly. He was kneeling near his student. The scent of jasmine filled his nostril and all he could think of at that time was sex. His thumb traced the shape of her silky lip and she trembled. Tears fall down her now pink cheeks. She tried to push him with her arms but she was no match for this man. He was standing at 6 feet 4, he was muscular, and with his left hand, he captured both of her flailing arms and brought them up her head. She was terrified.
Her skirt had risen to expose a pink pantie underneath. She did shave but they had slightly grown. Father Jonathan eyes were smoldered with rapture as he gazed at Amanda's slit that was merely concealed by the semi-transparent material. "Please...F...Father...," she begged. He looked at her oval delicate face covered with tears. Father Jonathan licked her right cheek. She screamed and struggled to break free. Father Jonathan was afraid that someone might hear them. He dragged her up using his superior strength and she was dangling with both arms in the air. Her legs were kicking was it was useless. He sat on the couch and put her on his lap. Left hand holding her arms while his right hand was arranging her. Her navel was on his bulging cock. She was terrified. She could feel it twitched and grew. Her ass was jutting in the air.
"Scream!" he urged. She did, as loud as she could but he slapped her ass so hard a few times that she was now too afraid to do so. "Scream again and I will hurt you Amanda. I am a big man. Don't mess with me.," he continued and he could see that she was nodding. He turned her around with her warm sore ass now resting on his engorged cock. He continued licking her left cheek. This time she just shivered but not a sound came from her. Her breasts were jutting out now as he held her arms above her head again. They were squashed together and he nuzzled the young jasmine scented breasts. He bit her breast lightly a few times through the material of the sweater and she shuddered even harder. Tears kept flowing like tap water.
"Stop crying." He barked.
It took her 15 minutes to stop. He was a patient man and he waited. She looked dazed laying there on his lap. Father Jonathan too felt the burning in his arms and knew that his sweet student too would feel the pain. He let her arms go. She withdrew slowly and rubbed both arms. Still sitting on the couch with the lovely Amanda on his lap. His cock was still hard and Amanda could feel it under her ass.
They were silent. Amanda green eyed timidly roamed Father Jonathan's face. He was one of the nicest teachers in this catholic school. He was also one of the cutest, as many girls would agree. He was tall with ash blonde hair and when he smiled he would looked much younger. Her eyes stopped with they met his deep blue ones. She swallowed and the sound echoed in the room. She then wetted her dry lips. Something triggered in his eyes. He moved so fast to his table. One hand holding one of her arms while the other pushed everything on his table to the floor. He pushed her on the table with her ass in the air. He kicked both her legs open.
She was shivering violently but she did not make a sound. She was petrified that he would hurt her again. His hand tore the school skirt. The sound was deafening to her. She was in her panties. He then leisurely inserted his thumb on either side of the panties and pulled it down slowly. Her legs quivered with fear and apprehension. Her face on the table. Arms clutching the side of it with legs apart with Father Jonathan looming behind her. Her asshole in the air while her pink flesh opened to his eyes.
Amanda surrendered to destiny if she was about to be raped by her teacher. She waited for Father Jonathan to ram his cock into her and get it over and done with. Instead suddenly she felt, his tongue on clit. Unhurriedly. His tongue just simply touched her cunt. Delicate touches that sent tremors into her core. It was nice she thought. It was better than nice. She was shocked as her vagina started pumping juices that she did know exist. She writhed on the table. Father Jonathan blew onto her exposed clitoris. Her legs gave away but his strong hand held her there.
