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Charity ….Two weeks later 

My father drives me to the church each day after school and in the mornings on the weekends. Father Paul insisting we continue my atonement. Telling my parents I’m making amazing progress in my recommitment to God. 

I sit between my parents with that taste of Father Paul still on my tongue as I listen to the words of his sermon. 

Today we’d progressed , and I’d used more than just my hand to atone. Behind my lips I can feel the broken skin from where my teeth kept dragging behind them. I can’t still feel the ache in the back of my throat from where he’d pushed his penis roughly over and over into my throat with his hands in my hair. 

I haven’t had any more dreams of Lucifer , nor of Draven. That means it must be working. I was wrong to question father Paul. As odd as it seemed that the way to heal me would be through the very things we were advised against , it had worked. 

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The next day after school , my hands are placed firmly on the altar atop the steps where I watch him preach every Sunday. Father Paul lifts the back of my dress and slips my panties down my legs. 

His cold wrinkled fingers push between my legs and I gasp as he rubs my pussy. 

I feel his fingers slide between my lips and his middle finger finds my clit. Rubbing softly. Stroking it and circling it as he hovers behind me, removing his hand to instead reach around and back between my legs. His other hand on the altar over one of mine. 

“How does it feel when I touch you here my child?” He asks as my feet push to the floor and my hips jut forward slightly and then back as I roll myself against his touch. 

“G-good” I answer and he groans. 

I could feel my arousal beginning, could feel the tingling pulse of my clit against his finger. 

“You should not enjoy this Charity. This is a sin.” He says and I whimper. So confused. Why was he touching me if he wasn’t supposed to?

“I…I don’t understand” I breathe as his finger applies more pressure and my lashes flutter and lips part. 

“I’m touching you because I have to, I have to see just how much work we have to do.” He says and his finger slides down and moan as he touches the wettest part of me, and he groans into my hair near my ear. 

“We have much work to do it seems.” He says as he plays in the wet heat between my legs. His fingertip curls and dips inside of me and I clench around it and he groans into my ear. 

“Such a tight hole.” He whispers and I whimper. 

“Youre sinfully wet Charity.” He says and his finger pushes just a bit further and her groans. 

“So beautifully wet and tight” he says and slides his finger out of me and lift it to my mouth. 

“Taste your sins my sweet child” he whispers and do as I’m told and he pushes his finger into my mouth. 

“Suck your sins from my holy hand” he demands and I wrap my lips around his finger. My cheeks hollowing as I clean my sin from his finger. 

“Good, very good” he says and then turns me and I look up at him. My panties around my ankles as he pats the altar. 

“Up you go my child” he says and reaches to the altar and his hands grab my waist and he helps lift me and the my ass hits the cool stone, my panties dangling around one ankle and slipping off and onto the floor. 

His hands push my legs apart and he instructs me to lean back. I do. Laying myself out on the altar. My head resting right on the other edge as his cold hands slide along my thighs. 

“Mmmmm” he hums. 

“Such a bad little girl” he groans and I whimper. 

“Youre drenched in sin.” He says and then dips his head down out of view.

“Don’t worry. I’ll clean you of it.” He says and then I feel his mouth on me. Kissing at my swollen clit and then his tongue gliding over it with a groan. Then wriggling down between my pussy lips and over the part of me his finger was just inside. 

“Oh yes, such a mess your sin has made for me” he says and drags his tongue over my cunt. The tip of his tongue sliding inside of me and wiggling as licks inside of me and my back arches and I moan. 

“Remember, do not enjoy this. This is supposed to be punishment. Atonement.” He says and keeps licking and I whimper. 

“don’t enjoy my tongue upon your flesh.” He says as he slides his hands to my thighs and spreads them open further , so much so that my muscles burn at the stretch of it. 

“Don’t enjoy this , it’s a sin to enjoy this” he says and then licks back to my clit and serves it with several flicks of his tongue that make my hips jerk back and my ass push to the altar as I try not enjoy it. His tongue wasn’t as soft or wet as Lucifer’s , nor Draven’s. I hate to admit how much I miss my dreams. 

I moan as I writhe, Father Paul licks and groans as he eats my pussy in punishment. Each lick reminding me of my sins. I was nowhere close to paying for my sins. Nowhere close to making my body belong to God. It wasn’t supposed to feel good. I shouldn’t enjoy it. It was a sin to enjoy it. But how could this ever not feel good? Even if Father Paul wasn’t attractive, his tongue still was capable of making me feel good. 

“Oh” I gasp as he sucks at my clit. 

“Yes my child” he groans. “That feels good, doesn’t it? Me sucking your little clit.” He groans and I whine. 

“Yeah” I answer nearly breathless and he groans. 

“It shouldn’t feel good, you shouldn’t be so wet  my child” he groans as I feel his finger tease my entrance and I feel my muscles tighten and he pushes his finger inside of me and I moan. He teases just the inside and I writhe against the altar.

“Can’t..h-help it” I whimper. 

“Mmmm, I suppose you can’t, sinful girl” he says and sucks my clit harder and I cry out. My voice echoing through the church as I cum.