Margo knocks gently on the door and when there is no answer, she turns the door knob. To her delight, she finds the door unlocked and enters. Closing the door behind her, Margo walks over to the blackboard and begins to write her punishment for flashing Father Anthony during religion class. As she writes, the chalk makes squeaking noises as the words take form.

Margo stops at the ninety-ninth sentence, "I've been a bad girl" and pauses briefly. She then writes the one hundredth sentence and it reads, "I've been a bad girl and still am!" Margo pulls up her tan plaid skirt, exposing her firm bare ass and revealing an all over tan. Her white sleeveless top fits snug, displaying her ample assets and her long blonde hair reaches the middle of her back. A few strands of her golden locks drape over her right shoulder. She leans on the chalk ledge with her left arm and as Margo is about to place the chalk down, the door opens.

"What are you doing, Margo?"

Margo turns her head to see the man who has given her many wet dreams. Father Anthony stands six feet, has short black hair and ice blue eyes that always make her feel weak in the knees. His voice is soft, yet firm. Her desire for him is overwhelming, could she go through with this?

"I just finished my punishment, Father Anthony."

Father Anthony gazes at the sight before him, drinking in the nineteen year old beauty. Since the first day of class, the priest began having impure thoughts about the two of them. He would lie in bed every night, masturbating as he imagined what it would be like to make love to Margo.

With Margo’s ass in full view, Father Anthony moves quickly and stands behind her. Placing his hands on her ass, Margo lets out a soft gasp as the priest begins to gently rub the firm flesh.

“Margo, are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes Father, I will be a good girl.”

“Wrong answer, dear girl.” Father Anthony raises his hand and lands a firm blow on Margo’s ass.

Margo smiles at the priest and he spanks her ass again.

“So you enjoy being spanked, Margo?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Again, are you going to be a good girl?”

“No Father, I am going to be a good, little bad girl.”

“That is good to hear, Margo.”

“Would you like to continue with the spanking?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes Father, Please continue.”

Father Anthony raises his hand once again and…

Slap.

“Oh, Yes!” Margo cries out as her finger rubs her clit.

Slap.

“Harder!” Margo cries out as her finger slides along her wet slit.

Slap.

“Mmm, yes!” Margo moans out while shoving her finger deep into her sopping wet honey pot.

Slap, slap, slap.

With the last of the spanking, Margo cries out, ”I’m cumming!

Margo’s sweet honey drips from her honey pot, leaving a puddle on the floor.

When the priest finishes, his hands gently rub the pink flesh and he kneels down behind Margo. Leaning closer, Father Anthony inhales deeply, taking in her womanly scent and then kisses Margo’s ass while continuing to gently rub the warm flesh.

Father Anthony kisses his way to the valley separating her butt cheeks.

“Oooooohhhh Father, please, please.”

“Please what, my Margo?”

“Please, please lick my ass.”

Father Anthony ignores Margo’s pleas and pulls her butt cheeks apart and slips his tongue into the warm depths of her ass crack. Starting at the top, he slides his tongue down and leaves a wet trail behind. Reaching Margo’s rose bud, the priest lightly swirls his tongue around the opening and continues down to the perineum. Father Anthony then moves slowly back to the top of her crack.

“Mmmm, do it Father, do it,” Margo pleads as her finger plunges in, then out of her pussy.

Father Anthony ignores Margo’s plea and gently blows his warm breath on the skin around Margo’s anus, both in a clockwise and counterclockwise direction. He does the same to her anus while pushing his finger into her honey pot. The two of them fuck her wet pussy as Father begins sucking Margo’s anus.

“Oh God, I’m about to cum!”

Their fingers thrust in and out of Margo’s pussy faster and faster. Margo pushes back against the priest’s face and he stiffens his tongue. Just at the right moment Father Anthony’s tongue penetrates Margo’s anus.

“Oh shit, I’m cumming!” Margo screams out as her body convulses in the throes of her orgasm.

Father Anthony slips his tongue out from Margo’s anus and up her ass crack. When Margo recovers from her orgasm, they slip their fingers from her wet pussy.

Father Anthony stands up and Margo turns to face the priest. The plaid skirt falls back into place as Margo kisses him on the cheek. She looks into his ice blue eyes and places her juice covered finger on his lips. The priest follows her lead, doing the same with his finger. They watch as each of them lick Margo’s juice from the others finger.

When they finished, Margo asked, “Was I a good little bad girl, Father?”

“Yes Margo, you were. Now there is another problem that we must address.”

“What is that, Father?”

“The use of the Lord’s name when you came, Margo.”

“I am sorry Father, what would you like me to do?” Margo says in an innocent, little school girl’s voice.

Father Anthony reaches over and places his hands on her shoulders. Smiling, Margo nods knowingly and kneels before him. Looking up at him, Margo reaches out and cups his ball sac through the black trousers as he watches. Taking her other hand, Margo lays her palm on the large bulge straining against the trousers.

Margo’s fantasies about Father Anthony are becoming reality and she feels her honey pot dripping with sweet juices. As her hand traces the bulge, Margo realizes that Father Anthony’s cock must be near eight inches in length and fairly thick.

He groans, as her hand presses slightly harder with each pass over the hidden, twitching cock. Margo unzips the priest’s trousers and pulls them to his ankles all the while watching Father Anthony’s member spring free.

There is a dollop of precum on the tip of the circumcised cock. Margo uses the tip of her tongue to spread the salty seed around the bulbous head. She parts her lips, taking the head barely in her mouth and swirls her tongue all around the head while at the same time sucking it.

“Mmmm, that feels good.” Father Anthony moans out.

Margo continues her menstrations as she fondles Father’s heavy ball sac. The priest pushes his hips forward in hopes of shoving his phallus down Margo’s throat. Margo has something else in mind and sits back on her heels, the bulbous head makes a popping sound as her mouth releases its grip.

Looking up, Margo says. “Not so fast, Father. There is more to come.”

Then Margo moves back and holding the thick shaft upright licks her way up the underside from the base to the tip. Leaving the shaft slick with saliva, Margo wraps all ten fingers around the pulsating phallus.

With a twisting motion of her hands, she strokes the veiny shaft as her tongue swirls along the ridge of skin surrounding the cock head.

“Oooohhhh, yes!” Father Anthony cries out as Margo takes the head in her mouth and slides part way down the rigid shaft.

Margo’s hands twist and stroke the shaft faster as she sucks harder, swirling her tongue over the bulging veins. The taste of salty precum excites Margo, her hands move faster and her sucking becomes more intense.

“Yes, Yes, I’m cumming!”

Margo made no attempt to release the cock in her mouth as Father Anthony’s knees begin to weaken. At that moment his cock erupts, sending his load shooting up from his balls and into Margo’s warm mouth.

The priest could not believe that Margo was swallowing his seed. He watches as she keeps sucking and stroking until she empties his balls completely.

Margo does not release Father’ Anthony’s cock from her mouth until it goes soft. After several moments, the once rigid cock slips from Margo’s mouth and she pulls up the priests trousers as she rises to her feet.

“Father, am I still a good little bad girl?” Margo asks, as she licks her lips and pulls up the zipper to his trousers and fastens the belt.

“Yes Margo, though I feel you will need more guidance in being a good little bad girl.”

“I am glad to hear that Father.”

Before Margo leaves, she kisses Father Anthony on the cheek and hands him a folded note. Taking her sweater and books in hand she leaves.

Father Anthony opens the note…

“My place at seven tonight, plan on staying the weekend. 

  M.”

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events are products of the author's imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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