Busty Amber Ch. 08

"Aaaah! Oh God, help me!" Father Peter knew he was close to cumming and squeezed hard on Amber's glorious teen melons. Just then, Amber gagged. She'd been a little too over zealous in her consumption of the blessed salvation and the old priests fat cock head had just gone that bit too far back. As she lurched forward, Peter thought he'd end up trapped in her throat and let out an almighy cry as his cock erupted, feeding her with the coveted salvation she craved. Amber continued to suck and swallow as quickly as she could, not wanting to miss a drop of the holy offering. The sound of the priest's laboured breathing and Amber's messy slurping filled the alter area.

"My dear.... my dear.... a-hem.... urrgghh.... you are truly blessed and this part of your forgiveness is complete." Peter could hardly get his words out. He reached behind him and pulled a small challace cloth from the table and used it to blindfold Amber. "Stay seated," he breathed, stepping away from the girl as he pulled a wad of tissues out of his pocket and began dabbing at his wet cock. He was still hard, still horny. He looked across at Amber's face. No sign of any spunk dripping from her mouth. Christ! She must've swallowed it all! What a fucking wet dream come true - a beautiful busty teen girl so eager to take every last drop that an old man could give. Mmmmm.

"Amber - we must move on to the final part of your salvation my dear. Are you ready?"

"Y... yes. Yes, I'm very ready." Amber was pleased. Almost all the way through now and although she wouldn't say she was enjoying what was going on, she knew it was for her own good and it was no worse (in fact, she felt it was better as Father Peter was not being rude and crude at all) than the things that the awful Colin Barratt had made her do and at the end of it, she'd be totally pure and able to reject any such situations that came her way in future.

He took Amber's hand and led the blindfolded girl over to the alter table.

"Place your hands on the edge of the table and stand still for a minute," he commanded, reaching for the annointing oil and putting a genereous amount into his left hand. He coated both hands fully with the sticky substance and began massaging it in to the rest of Amber's body; her beautifully flat stomach, her arms, her back, the tops of her thighs above her stockings, her smooth pubic mound and finally, her buttocks. All of Amber's skin was wonderfully taut and smooth but smoothing the oil over her pert young backside was raising heat in Peter's loins again. Christ, he'd never felt such firm and shapely cheeks before and seeing them shining from the oil was like a miracle of sexy beauty that he thought he'd never, ever get to see.

"Please lean forward and bend slightly over the alter," Peter commanded.

Amber's whole body was now wet with oil and glistened in the light from the dim lamps. Her huge tits hung down, swaying gently from her movement and Peter couldn't help but reach out again to cup them in their new, hanging position.

"FUCK. ME."

He shouldn't have uttered those words so Amber could hear but he totally couldn't help himself, her tits felt even heavier than they did when she was stood upright earlier. He continued to cup and weigh them, allowing his fingers to sink into the slippery wet flesh and delighting in the puffed up appearance of her large areola that the hanging position had created.

"Lord, you have blessed your subject with large, over developed breasts to help teach men - all men - about what it means to be pure and free from sin. Men must learn from your chosen subject. Learn NOT to covet, NOT to lust, NOT to dally and NOT to be unfaithful to their wives. Your subject has a job to do. She is on this earth to help men to learn NOT to engage in sinful behaviours but her path is fraught Lord - in carrying out your work, she must NOT enter into sin herself. Through me Lord, you channel your desire for her NOT to enter into sin and to repel all future sin. Lord - I carry out YOUR work."

Peter whispered to Amber, "You must accept the Lord's lesson, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Amber's voice was firm and resolute. She knew her time here was almost over.

Peter walked around behind her and once again, took his hardon into his hand, pointing it at her butt crack like a weapon. He moved his other hand between her legs and placed his middle finger onto the fleshy nub between her labia and began to circle it. Amber jerked. She recognised the feeling from the station manager's office and couldn't help her body responding. Peter slipped his finger momentarily inside her pussy, sighing at the velvet, tightness, recognising immediately that she was lubricated enough for him to give her the ultimate lesson. He pulled his finger out and began to guide his dick between her legs until his cock head found her moist opening.

"Accept the Lord's doing. ACCEPT THE LORD'S DOING!" Peter's loud voice shocked Amber and within a split second, she felt his large, swollen glans burst into her tight space.

"Oooh, Ow!" Amber squealed. She hadn't been fucked from behind before and it seemed like her insides were being totally taken over.

"Accept it. ACCCEPT ME!" Peter yelled as he pumped Amber's tight pussy, feeling her cunt walls gripping at him tightly as they just did natually, without much thought or effort from the girl herself.

"Ooooh, yeah. Ooooh, YESSSSSS."

The sound of Peter's heavy ball sack slapping against Amber's backside was very audible and exciting him beyond belief. He looked down at the taught backside in front of him, the cheeks glistening from the oiling they'd had earlier. He reached down, wanting to get a better view of his cock shafting the young beauty and as he eased her cheeks apart, it was like he suddenly became frozen in time. His gaze had moved up from his cock, further up Amber's crack and there - the small, tightly closed, pink, star-like opening presented itself. He stopped pounding Amber's pussy so hard and slowed to a very basic, stirring motion. He reached down and once again took her jiggly, hanging tits into his hands, squeezing them as thoughts of his regular cam-girl came back into his head. He brought to mind the session where he'd seen her dildo her arse and how it had looked when she'd finished. Surely, if Amber's pussy was tight, her other space would be even tighter? He remembered his conversation with Amber back in the confessional booth. She'd told him that the only places she'd had a cock were in her mouth and in her pussy. Nowhere else. NOWHERE ELSE! Shit! The vision of the cam girl dildoing her arse and turning and smiling at him, her pigtails swaying was making him shake with lust. He reckoned he could get away with it. All in the guise of redemption after all.

"You must take everything you're given in order to receive full redemption. You do know that don't you Amber?"

"Yes, yes of course." Amber knew that he was inside her but it felt nothing like as horrible as Colin Barratt and she knew she was nearly finished there so she was just eager to get on and get it all over with."

Peter's hands trembled as he eased the tops of her cheeks further open and stepped back slightly to withdraw his cock from her pussy. Amber thought everything was finished but suddenly felt the tip of his cock resting against her other opening. She thought it must be a mistake and that he'd move it but not only did it not move, it started to push against her, trying to get inside.

"Ummm..." she began.

"Hush. Hush my beauty. You MUST take the deeds of forgiveness. You must take it ALL otherwise everything that has gone before will not work."

Peter pressed harder onto her tight little hole, starting to see some give at the edges. Encouraged, he pushed further.

"Ow! Ouch! Ermmm... I'm not sure I...."

"Ssssh." Peter continued to push, watching as the little space began to slowly yield to his cockhead. "Ssssh..."

"Arrgh! Ow! No! This can't...."

"Ssssh. Ssssh. Do NOT reject your redemption." Peter's lusty gaze was fixed on his cockhead, pushing into her last virginal space.

Amber felt a very odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. She genuinely couldn't describe it and didn't know if she liked it or hated it but where Peter was, was definitely uncomfortable and she could feel him pushing further in.

"I think this is too much for me," she breathed. "It's too big and and I can't take it. It shouldn't be in there. Please...."

"Ssssh. Your salvation is almost complete now please, be quiet and take it all in."

Peter was becoming more and more aroused. With an thrust he shrieked as he burst right in, taking her anal cherry for himself.

"Ahhhh!! Oh you little temptress! Take what the almightly gives you. Take it willingly."

The sight of his fat cock rubbing in and out of her tightest hole, stretching the pink skin and feeling it like a glove around him was bringing him ever closer to climaxing again.

"Turn your head backwards and smile. Smile at your salvation, come on! SMILE!" The old priest gathered up Amber's hair in one hand and pulled on it as if trying to turn her head and reached down and grabbed her swinging left tit with the other hand. He began to pump harder as she turned her head and forced a smile, through the discomfort.

"Ow! Ow! Oh no! Arrgh!"

Peter ignored the girl's protestations and he thrust even harder, squashing his balls between her crack and preparing to shoot what felt to him like a massive load. The thought that he was the first to ever take her in that way was explosively hot. On the verge of climax he gripped her tit so hard and pounded harder than ever.

"No! No! I can't! Please! Ooooh!" Still Amber was uncomfortable but confused as some feelings felt strangely OK whilst others did not.

"Take it! Take it! TAKE IT!! ARRRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!! OH GOD!!! ARRRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!"

Father Peter's cock erupted. Hard. Amber could feel her insides filling with the hot, jets of spunk from his lust driven old dick and hated it. It felt more wrong that anything else she had been subjected too and she hoped she never had to go through that again. In fact - she'd make SURE she didn't have to. She felt the thick shaft pulling out of her and just leaned, exhausted, on the alter table. Despite being out of breath, Peter grabbed at her arse cheeks, holding them open so he see her now widely gaping hole. Fuck it was such a turn on. He'd done that - he'd turned that tightly closed pink hole into the open offering that it now was. Mmmm. This girl really was the sexiest and most beautiful vision he had ever seen in his entire life. Still getting his breath back, he placed some tissues and Amber's clothes on the floor next to the chair, took her hand and led her to sit down...

"Count to 60 and you can get dressed and leave. I have work to do." Peter's voice was harsh as he just wanted her out of the way for now whilst he sat and revelled alone in what had just happened.

"Ermmm, but is that it? Am I purified for my boyfriend now Father?"

"Oh... errr, yes, completely purified Amber. You did well to accept the lesson but please remember to abide by what you've learned. If you find yourself in any situation such as you described earlier again in the future, you must be strong and resist, do you understand?"

"Yes. Well... I didn't ask for the things to happen but..."

"We've been through that. It takes two to makes these things happen Amber and you must take equal responsibility. Now, take your blindfold off and get dressed and come and see me by the booth after you've counted to 60."

Peter wanted her to count to 60 to give him time to tidy himself up and get back to the confessional booth unseen. He didn't want her to see his red, flushed face and now flaccid dick and empty, wrinkly ball sack. He pulled the cassock back over his head and went to his side of the booth to sit down and finish getting his breath back.

Amber finished counting and took off the blindfold. She looked down and saw the tissues which she assumed Father Peter had put there so that she could wipe all the oil off her body but she felt tired and wanted to go home and couldn't be bothered to stay any longer. Plus, she was now starting to feel embarrassed again at having shown her body to the priest. She figured she'd go straight in the shower when she got in and would wash the oil off there so just quickly dressed and headed over to the booth. As she walked, she could feel Father Peter's hot semen beginning to ooze out of her. It reminded her of how much she'd hated what he'd done to her in 'that' place. Why did he put himself inside her 'there'. Why didn't he stay inside her vagina as the other men had done? She began to feel achey from having propped herself up on the table. As she stepped back inside the booth to put on her boots, she heard the old priest muttering quietly to himself. He hadn't heard her come in on the other side as her stocking clad feet made no sound.

"I did it. I fucking DID IT! Every fucking hole. Every one! Oh, God forgive me Amber Collins, you and your big tits and sexy young body. Another old man to add to your collection eh?! Mmmmm."

"Errrm, Father Peter?"

"Eh?! Oh... err... yes... yes Amber. Are you alright my dear?" The old priest was nervous she'd heard his musings but played it off.

"Yes... yes, I think I'm OK. I didn't like that wine though. It tasted awful and I think it's given me a headache."

"Ah, don't worry, it's just because you're not used to it. It can even make you feel like you're hearing things sometimes but the headache will soon pass and you'll be fine and don't forget - you're leaving here completely purified - a different girl from the one who arrived here a little while ago."

Peter knew exactly what he was doing, spinning her the 'hearing things' line just in case she'd overheard his mutterings a minute ago.

"Yes, yes, I do FEEL different." Amber said, truthfully. And she certainly did, all over her body.

Hearing the zipper on her boots, Peter left his side of the booth and came round to open the other door so he could accompany her out. Despite his cock recently having emptied twice inside the girl, he still felt a twanging heat in his groin as he surveyed her dress and the way the tight, stretchy fabric clung to her young, jutting bust.

"Just before you leave today Amber - a question for you."

"Yes Father Peter?"

"Are you on the pill?"

Amber lowered her head, dropping her gaze to the floor. She knew that as a Catholic, it was wrong to be on the pill but she'd been put on it some years ago to help with menstrual issues and it had really worked.

"I am Father yes but..."

"You do know that artificial birth control is frowned upon in the church don't you?"

"Yes, I do, but it was to help me with pain and trouble I had a few years ago and..."

"The Almightly can help us deal with our pains Amber. We are given them as tests, to help us develop strength. Look, ultimately, it's up to you. If you wish to remain on the pill then so be it but if you wish to now be true to the faith now that you've been purified, you might want to think again about it. Will you at least think about it?"

"Y... yes. Yes I will Father - thank you."

"You're welcome my child and just remember - I am always here when you face challenges so feel free to come back and see me any time." The old priest licked his lips involuntarily as he opened the heavy door for her, taking a last glance at her ample young bust.

"Thank you Father. Bye."

Father Peter locked the heavy door once again, fully intending to take himself in hand before preparing for the evening service. The conversation he'd had with Amber about the pill had made him start wondering what her tits might look like should she become pregnant. He reached for his cock imagining her young, milk filled breasts filling a G cup or even H cup bra, even firmer than they were now with darker, wider areola that couldn't help but show through whatever clothing she happened to be wearing. He sighed as he collapsed onto the wooden seat in his little booth, closing his eyes and starting to tug speedily on his semi hard dick.

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During her short walk home, Amber had started to feel a bit annoyed. The warm trickle that she thought would be a one-off, that had started as she was saying goodbye to Father Peter at the church door, had turned into a persistent flow and every couple of minutes, she felt more warm liquid escaping from her higher, tighter little space. Father Peter's semen was slowly making it's way out of her body, it was making itself felt, running down the crack between her buttocks. She yawned as she approached the front door, acknowledging that she felt very tired. She slipped inside quietly and began to unzip her boots by the front door. Her parents were out, ironically having booked Sunday lunch at the same hotel that she'd met Howard in back in the Spring. Picking up her boots, she headed upstairs to get changed and despite her tiredness, was looking forward to getting into the shower and feeling fresher.

The long, jersey dress felt sticky as she unbuttoned and stepped out of it. She pulled it to her face and almost gagged as the smell of incense and oil took her straight back to being in front of Father Peter. Quickly, she threw it into the wash basket and moved in front of the full length mirror to survey her body. Her skin still glistened from the oil that had been smoothed all over her. As she reached behind to unfasten her bra, she looked at her breasts in the mirror. The now oily white lace clung like a second skin to her curves, her slightly darker, oil covered nipples highly visible through the damp fabric. She peeled the bra away, her breasts jiggling as she tossed it over into the wash basket, quickly followed by her stockings which she peeled quickly down her slender legs. Any man would've given his right arm to be a fly on the wall as Amber stepped out of her white knickers. As she bent slightly, her huge breasts hung like ripe fruit and her perfectly shaped backside stuck out in an incredibly inviting way. She stood up, again surveying her body in the long mirror. Now fully naked, she felt she looked different somehow. Her entire body (apart from her lower legs where her stockings had been) glistened from the oiling it had received at the hands of Father Peter. She put her hands on her hips and stood straight. She felt her breasts looked swollen. Her nipples looked harder and slightly longer than they usually did. She turned to the side, this time, studying her glistening boobs and actually wondering why they stuck out as much as they did when she never really saw that in other women. How did the heavy handfuls manage to be so 'out there', even without a bra? She felt the now familiar trickle running between her buttocks again and picked up her knickers.

'Oh my God!' Amber whispered, staring at the now sodden garment. A thick line of creamy, white coloured semen stretched from about halfway up the back down onto the cotton gusset. As if force of habit, she began to draw it toward her face but even from just a few inches away, she could go no further and retched.

"Urrgh! Ugh!"

Her body jerked twice with each reaction to the appalling stench coming from the delicate white panties. She vowed she'd have to throw the disgusting things away but for now, quickly tossed it into the wash basket and looked back in the mirror. She turned her back to it and noticed how her backside was very red. Father Peter had been very eager with how he'd parted her cheeks so he could watch himself deflowering her tightest little space and had sunk his fingers into the firm skin hard in an effort to keep her open and apart as he pounded into her.

Somehow, the reflection of her body, the aches, her oiled skin and even the awful smells that were now coming from her washing basket were making her feel different. She knew that a man had had sex with her but it strangely didn't feel like the other times she'd been used. This time, she felt that SHE was in control. SHE had willingly agreed to it. She had ALLOWED this particular older man to have sex with her BUT all in the name of her salvation. She thought about Jonathan and his note. She wanted more than ever to be his girlfriend and one day - his wife. She wanted to be the only one he wanted and craved and he'd made it very clear that he did indeed crave her. He wanted her to be pure for him and now she was. She smiled, feeling that she'd started a new era. A new leaf turned over. She had Jonathan now. She didn't need to find herself in dodgy situations any more because she had Jonathan to look after her and protect her and in return, she'd be the perfect girlfriend. A wave of happiness and fulfilment flooded her mind and body and - despite having been used by a filthy, lecherous old priest - she felt like she was starting over, a new beginning, wiping out all the disgusting situations and men that had troubled her before. She picked up her short, cotton robe and skipped off to the bathroom.