Corruption by dampersandspoons

Chapter 3: The Sodom to her Gomorrah

Father William was pacing back and forth in front of the chalk board, passionately discussing the metaphors used in Shakespeare’s Titus Andronicus. Buffy chose to sit in the front of the class that day to taunt him some more. After what he’d done to her the day before, she was instantly addicted to him. He hadn’t looked at her yet, merely continued on with his lesson for the day. She noticed that Father William seemed a bit less tense than he normally was and was almost excited to explain why Lavinia’s hands were cut off and replaced with twigs. Perhaps his passion on the subject was the only reason his eyes had yet to stray to Buffy, and her assumptions were correct when he asked the class to read the next section of the play. He sat down at his desk and looked up at her while the students flipped to the page assigned and continued reading.

Buffy decided that reading could wait.

Her foot rubbed the back of her calf to draw attention to her legs. Once she had it, she opened them slightly before crossing them over and she smirked when his nostrils flared. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Father William raised an eyebrow and opened his book on his desk and started reading. Buffy smiled and reached into her purse, pulling out a lollipop. She purposely struggled with the plastic wrapper to make as much noise as possible and when his eyes rose to hers again, she slowly sucked on it and her eyelids fluttered. William cleared his throat.

“Miss Summers, no food is allowed in class.” He pointed to the trashcan next to his desk, indicating that she should throw it away.

She sighed and walked over to his desk, still sucking on the candy treat. “Can I finish it first?”

“No, Miss Summers. Throw it away. Now.”

She pouted and tossed it in the trashcan, angry that William’s attention turned back to the text in his book and away from her. She stomped back to her chair and sat down, folding her arms in front of her, anxiously tapping her foot on the ground. Father William pursed his lips and clasped his hands together.

“Miss Summers, I will not warn you again about disrupting class. Open your book and read.”

“Or what?” she said boldly. A few students looked up to see what was going on. Buffy was usually disruptive and they welcomed the reprieve from Father William’s long lectures and constant reading.

He stood up and slammed his hand on his desk. “Do not talk back to me, young lady! Open your book and read.”

She narrowed her eyes and said bravely, “As I said before…or what?”

William inhaled deeply, his anger about to break the surface but she saw the sparkle of desire hidden in his eyes and knew they fully understood one another. “Very well. It seems Miss Summers would rather have detention instead of gaining an education. One week should shut your mouth.”

Detention? That wasn’t what she was after!  “But, Father William…”

“Say one more word, Miss Summers…just say one more word and you’ll be in my office every day after school. Just say one more word…”

“Father William,” she said, struggling not to smile. God, she loved this man.

He walked over to her desk and picked up her books. “Go see Sister Margaret and get out of my class. I expect you to be waiting in my office when she is finished with you, do you understand?”  He wagged her books in front of her.

“Yes, Father,” she said sheepishly and took her books from him. “I’m sorry.”

“Not another word! Get out of my sight!”

As she shut the door behind her, a wicked grin curled on the edge of her lips.

~*~*~*~

Buffy sat in Father William’s office, patiently waiting for him. She looked at the clock and realized it would be another half-hour before he was finished with his class. His office was incredibly large, with twenty-foot ceilings to accommodate the stained glass windows that were encased in dark mahogany wood. The room was fairly dark, except for the light coming through the glass on the far wall behind his desk. She always thought Catholic churches and their decorations were a bit on the creepy side. Everything was so big, and dark, and…well, Christ-like. It wigged her out. But now it had a different meaning for her. Now she associated the grand decor with Father William pounding his giant cock inside her. Nothing creepy about that.

Buffy grew bored waiting for him and went over to his desk to snoop. As soon as she went behind the desk, his office door opened and Father William entered. She quickly looked up at him and he cocked an eyebrow as he slowly closed the door, locking it behind him. He stood there for a moment, clutching his bible at his chest and simply eyed her curiously. She didn’t understand why the sound of a door locking and his eyes on her was all it took to make her breathless. As he slowly walked towards her, she smiled and turned around, sitting on the edge of his desk as he sat down in his chair.

“I trust you haven’t been waiting long,” he said with a cocky grin and unceremoniously dropped his bible on the desk as he leaned back, clasping his hands together over his stomach.

“No,” she smiled, “not very long.” She leaned back, propping herself up on her hands and placed her feet on either side of him, resting them on the arms of his chair. He sighed through his nostrils and the muscles in his jaw twitched as she exposed her bare pussy to him. However, he made no move to touch her. His steely blue eyes looked directly into hers and he smirked slightly. It was a challenge, a dare, a passing of the baton to see what she would do next. William wanted to remark on her clothing, but he refrained. She was wearing the white oxford and the tie today. He didn’t know which he liked better: the thin sweater or the more formal uniform that belied her virtue. Buffy loosened her tie and pulled it off completely, tossing it in his face. He flinched slightly and then smirked, holding it over his shoulder and watched as she started with the buttons of her shirt, tilting his head slightly as more of her skin became exposed.

She removed her shirt, biting her lip as she hooked her thumbs behind the straps of her black lace bra. When she made a move to slide the straps over her shoulders, he grabbed her wrists and she gasped. “No.” He said firmly, and released her. He sat back in his chair and removed the long black rosary necklace that hung around his neck and moved to set it on his desk but she quickly plucked it from his hands. She dangled it from her thumb and trailed the cross up her legs until it rested against her pussy and her tongue darted out to trace her lips. She lifted her hand slightly up and down, teasing her folds with his holy rosary.

“Bless me, Father,” she said coyly.

His face morphed into a wicked snarl and he stood up abruptly, slamming her hand back down on the desk and brought his face inches from hers. Father William’s expression was that of tension, restraint and animalistic desire, breathing heavily, almost trembling, but Buffy remained coy, staring him directly in the eyes. And then something shifted and he licked his lips.

“In the name of the Father,” he kissed her. “And the Son,” he crouched down and licked her from her hole to her clit. Then he shoved the straps of her bra down until her tits spilled out. “And the Holy Spirit,” a bite on each nipple, “Amen.”

“A-men,” she whispered.

Father William sat down again and placed his hands beneath each of her knees, spreading her wide before him. He held her this way for a moment and looked at her through his dark lashes and leaned forward to kiss her right knee. “Are you without sin, my child?”

“No, Father, I am not.”

He licked her brutally from her knee to her pussy, then back up to the other knee. “Have you lain with another man?”

“Yes Father,” she whispered as her eyes closed and she leaned back onto her elbows.

He bit her inner thigh and she moaned. “How many?” She looked at him then and blinked. She couldn’t read his expression though, since he wouldn’t look at her.

“I don’t know, Father.”

His head jerked upwards and he glared at her. “How. Many.”

She panted and tried to close her legs in a knee-jerk reaction to his scrutiny, but his grip behind her knees kept her wide. “More than five?”

His eyes narrowed and he bit her on the other leg, hard. She yelped in pain and brought her hand between her legs, pulling her skirt down. Father William knew he shouldn’t care, she was young and he was a priest for God’s sake. But he’d claimed her for himself and the thought of her with another man - a boy, no less - set his blood boiling. “Are you afraid of me, Buffy?”

She was silent for a moment and then shook her head.

“You should be,” he said with a smirk and removed her hand from his prize, burying his face in her folds. She moaned and leaned back on her elbows again, unable to resist what he was doing to her. He lapped at her pussy like a man starved, like a man who’d been denied this pleasure for so long, sucking her clit greedily and shaking his head from side to side. His hands trailed down her legs until they framed her sex and his thumbs grazed her folds. William watched himself slide a finger inside of her, entranced by such a simple thing that sent his student soaring in a fit of gasps and mewls. In and out, wetter and wetter, sucking and tugging his finger inside for more; it was captivating. He leaned in for another lick of her clit and Buffy grabbed him by the back of the head, grinding her pussy against his face. He pulled away, yet continued to pump his fingers inside of her and stood up, placing his free hand on the desk as he hovered over her body.

His forehead rested against hers and he watched her face, pink from arousal and slack-jawed from wanting. He drank every image, breathed every breath of her, learned that she liked it much better when he curled his finger as he pulled out and she absolutely loved it when he added a second finger. She was gorgeous this way, gasping for breath, her lips wet and swollen from her own teeth, her eyes glazed over with lust, her body illuminated with a soft red glow from the stained glass windows behind him. He loved it. Loved it because he was the reason for it.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it and did the same to the other before descending again. Once he sat down, he slowly pulled his fingers out and teased her folds, giving her a cocky grin when she whimpered her protestation. “Tell me something, Buffy,” he said huskily and he nipped at her clit, laughing when her hips jerked forward. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” His index finger trailed downward to her anus, swirling the moisture from her pussy around it.

“N-no, Father William.”

“Never?”

“No,” she moaned and lay down on the desk completely, fondling her nipples.

William reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled out a bottle with a cross on it and set it on the desk then he stood up and said, “Get up and turn over.” Without waiting for her reply, he began removing his shirt. She stared at the bottle and cocked an eyebrow. “What did I say, Buffy?”

“Yes, Father,” she swallowed and did as he asked, placing her hands flat on the desk. He removed her skirt completely and she felt him trailing his hands up and down her backside, and then heard him sit again. William grabbed the bottle and opened it. “This is anointing oil, Buffy. Do you know what that is?”

“Yes,” she whispered, having a good idea where this was going.

“Good girl,” he said approvingly. “You’ve been paying attention in bible study.”

“I always pay attention when you’re speaking, Father William.”

If she was looking, she’d see the grin on his face and also the way he was stroking his cock with the oil. His fingers traced her folds and dipped inside her, and then he pulled out and slowly circled her second entrance. “You know what I’m about to do, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“You want it, don’t you? You want my cock in your ass, you dirty little girl,” he said huskily.

“Yes, Father…”

He slowly inserted his finger inside her and she tensed up. He rose to his feet and kissed her back. “Shh…it’s ok. I won’t hurt you.”

Father William rubbed her back as he pushed in a bit further; slowly pulling in and out until she started moaning, then he added a second finger and stroked her clit with his free hand. “Does that feel good, Buffy?”

“God, yes…”

“Indeed,” he said cheekily and removed his fingers to stroke his cock a few times and then placed it between the crack of her ass, slowly thrusting against her.

“Oooh,” she cooed and dropped her head down, arching her back into him.

Then he gripped his shaft and slowly worked it inside her, hissing at how tight she was. Her nails dug into his desk and she bit her lip, thrusting back slowly to take him all the way. “Oh, Buffy,” he said with a strangled moan and pulled out slowly, keeping a steady rhythm as he pushed back inside. He placed his left hand on top of hers and brought his right hand beneath her to insert two fingers inside of her. She bucked against him and a raspy moan tore from her throat.

“Oh, God!”

“You like that?”

“Yes!”

“You like my cock inside your ass?”

“Oh, yes…”

“Tell me,” he said roughly and thrust a bit harder.

“I love your cock…I love your big cock, Father William!”

“That’s my girl,” he said with a smirk and stood straight, gripping her hips as he fucked her harder. She thrust her ass into every stroke, desperate to have more of him and she fondled her clit when the intensity built inside of her. He was grunting now, lost in the sensation of her tight hole and her round ass beneath his hands. “I’m going to go harder, Buffy. Can you take it?”

“Yes!”

His left hand snaked up her spine and he twisted his hands in her hair and yanked her head back as he plowed into her. Buffy cried out from both pain and pleasure as he strangled her hair with his hands, tugging her into every stroke and she rubbed herself furiously.

“So tight…God, you’re so tight,” he moaned and then it turned into a feral growl when she came.

“Oh, GOD!”

She bucked into him so hard he almost lost his footing but luckily with his grip on her hair, he stayed put, pounding hard as his own release was building. He clenched his jaw and brought both hands to her ass, squeezing her unmercifully as his cock shot inside her. His legs wobbled and he put his hands on the desk to keep himself upright, panting against her shoulder. They both winced when he pulled out, both for different reasons and he sat down in his chair, rubbing the back of her thighs. “Are you alright, love?”

She sighed goofily and sat back on his lap, her head dropping against his shoulder. “Oh yeah,” she panted.

He smiled and stroked her back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her head. “Only in the good way.”

Father William’s head fell back onto the chair with a blissful grin. “What have you done to me?”

She nibbled on his neck and flung her knees over the arm of his chair as she wiggled in his lap. “So you’ve never…”

"Never. And I shouldn’t.”

“But you like it,” she smiled, rubbing his chest.

“Understatement of the year, kitten.” He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his student, wondering what in the hell he’d gotten himself into and worse; how could he ever go back to his life before Buffy? And did he want to? When she reached between them and began stroking his cock, he made his decision. There was nothing in this world that could keep him from this girl. Not even God himself.

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