Robert Vickers - Fit to be tied

"You're only fifteen, aren't you?" the man asked.

The girl cringed a little at his touch. She wasn't sure she wanted him moving his ringers in exactly the way he was doing. The fingertips were brushing over her tits. She couldn't figure out if that was what was bothering her or if she was actually attracted to him.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a priest."

"Yes, I know. But why are you looking at me like that?" Her voice trembled just a little. She thought it was going to break until she swallowed and took a firmer grip on her runaway emotions. The man wasn't going to hurt her. She knew it.

"You're very pretty. Don't you like a man to admire you?"

She understood what the phrase "undressing with his eyes" meant. His gaze was almost a physical thing on her lush body. She could sense him staring boldly at her impudent tits, out-thrust and young and proud.

Even worse, he was allowing his eyes to caress the rest of her. He missed nothing, from her brunette hair, glowing in the dim light of the room, to her well-sculptured facial features, to her delicate neck. The flare of her tits caused his breath to come a little faster but the trim waist and very womanly hips were making him hard. Too hard.

He couldn't conceal his raging hard-on for much longer. The girl's slender legs promised him paradise. For a fleeting instant he wondered what it would be like having those lithe legs wrapped around his waist while he was buried deep up her cunt, fucking the living hell out of her.

There was only one way to find out.

"Little girl, see what I've got for you?" He ran his zipper down with a dull metallic hiss. His cock sprang out, eager as a stallion.

"You're not a priest! You shouldn't do things like that!" she protested.

"But I am a priest and that makes it all right. I know what's proper and what isn't. Believe me, little girl, this is perfectly natural." He advanced on her.

"Don't come any closer! I warn you. I'll tell my mommy! She'll make you stop!" Somehow, the girl's blouse came undone another button in her haste to elude the priest. He was treated to an unobstructed view of a provocatively naked boob.

"I'll show you paradise! I'll give you what no other man ever has. Come here this instant!"

She scrambled away from him. But try as she might, she wasn't able to completely escape his clutches. Fingers ripped and tore at her blouse. In a few seconds, she was naked to the waist.

As her tits bounced up and down from her exertions, she turned and confronted the man.

"What are you going to do to me? You… you're going to rape me! You can't! I'm a virgin! I don't know what to do!"

"Then, my child, I'll instruct you in the ways of the flesh. I'll grant you the carnal knowledge your lush, active young body cries for. All your deepest desires will be fulfilled – by me!"

He lunged and tackled her. His weight carried her to the ground. Pinning her under his body was simple. Looking down into her eyes gave him a feeling of power, a power he'd never known before. There was something about her naive faith, her innocence, that drove him to do this to her.

Ripping off his collar, he flung it aside. Breathing a little easier now, he told her, "This is a communion of the flesh just as church services are a communion of the soul. Close your eyes and allow me to begin."

"You shouldn't do this." Her voice trailed off and he saw doubt in her eyes. She was yielding to him.

His position of power was growing better and better. He was totally in control of the situation now. She wouldn't resist him. A young girl never resisted a priest. He knew that now.

Hands moved carefully up her naked leg until he found her well-fleshed thigh. The skin was warm, vibrant. It may have looked like marble but no hard stone was ever so inviting. His hand moved upward under her skirt until probing ringers found the warmth of her crotch. Even through her panties he felt the heat of her lust.

Like a madman, he ripped off her cotton panties and tore her skirt getting it off. But the effort was worth it. She lay before him, mother naked and totally subservient to his wishes. Whatever he demanded of her, she would do – willingly.

He couldn't take his eyes off her auburn bush. The beads of cunt juice nestling in the fleecy pussy mound caught vagrant rays of light and reflected rainbows to him. The furry triangle of her sex was a signpost pointing between her legs at better things.

His ringers found her already oily sex gash. She was hot and ready – and all his! The years of frustration, of waiting, of abstention were forgotten history now.

"You don't know what it is, little one, to live without the touch of a woman's flesh. To feel her skin satiny and warm under your fingers. To be denied close human contact! You're gorgeous!"

His hands parted her legs. For a moment, she resisted. What he said may have been true. She knew he'd probably taken vows of celibacy before, donning the collar. But he was being too insistent. He was going to stick his thing into her virgin twat!

She didn't know if that was the proper thing for a priest to do or not. Worst of all, she didn't know how to react. Should she fight him off or let him have his will?

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" she gasped out. Already his very nearness was having its toll on her. She was hardly in control of her emotions. The way he was caressing her sent tremors of carnal lust smashing into her carefully constructed mental barricades.

She could feel those barricades weakening. It wouldn't be much longer before she wantonly spread her legs and demanded that he fuck her. The sight of his huge cock bouncing red and virile made her mouth and twat water in anticipation.

"Spread those lovely legs for me, little one. Your spiritual father wishes to show you the marvels of another world now!"

He shoved hard to cram his cock into her. She twisted at the last instant. His rubbery tipped prick went slithering off across her snatch and past her asscheeks.

She struggled to get away from him. She realized this wasn't right. He shouldn't be allowed such easy liberty with her. Her fingers clawed at his black shirt. Tatters began to appear as she ripped more and more of it away.

Even this conspired against her. She wanted to know the feel of his cock burrowing into her cunt but was hesitant. Seeing his manly, hairy chest under the now-ragged black shirt made her hesitate just long enough for him to grab one of her legs and dump her hard onto her back.

"Resist me, will you!" he snarled. "In spite of your reluctance, I'll still give you the greatest gift a man can give a woman!"

Holding one of her legs close to his chest forced her cunt lips to spread wide open. She was exposed and totally vulnerable. He could do anything he liked to her.

And she found herself responding. Her cunt was drooling out its thick oils. She could feel them tickling as they ran down the inside of her leg. And in a kinky way, the feel of his hairy chest rubbing over the calf of her leg was a turn on.

She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted any other man.

"Oh, Father, Father!" she moaned out. "Do it fast! I want to feel your cock in me. IN ME!"

She shuddered as the purpled knob of his prick lightly brushed against her fluttery pussy lips. He didn't ram right into her cunt. Instead, he seemed intent on torturing her. He was prolonging his entry and rubbing his cock all over her delicate flesh.

"I won't fuck a virgin without making her beg for my cock," he said, his voice cold as ice. "When I think you're ready to properly receive me, then, I'll give it to you. All eight inches of it!"