The Priest & Pleasure:>>Ep2

"Yes, it does." She said, smiling now.

"Well then, let's not worry about sin here. But tell me more about your father."

He listened attentively as the pretty teen described her father in broad, almost childish terms. It was obvious she loved and cared for him, yet understood almost nothing about him and could not even name his profession.

"And, apart from these magazines, does anything else worry you about your father?"

"Well, yes, I do worry sometimes," She said, much more at ease now. "See, he works from home, and sometimes when Mummy goes to work he asks me to swim in the pool with him. And he never does it when Mummy's there. And then he doesn't get in the pool at all, just watches me swimming instead. I think, well..."

"What do you think, Diana? You can tell me."

"I think maybe he's afraid of the water." She admitted.

He forced his laugh into a chuckle. "Oh, is that all? Oh, I'm sure we can help him with that."

"And one time, Father, he was watching me when I was in the shower."

"Really? Well, what do you feel about that?"

"I think," She said carefully, biting her lip. "That he's afraid of the water. Maybe he wants to see me in water so he can see its safe."

Father Bland burst into a coughing fit to cover up his natural reaction. He felt in his heart that it was time to take things to the next level.

"Diana, you must be at peace. I can help you to help your father. Do you trust me?"

"Yes Father, of course."

"Then the first thing we must do," He began, covering his excitement. "Is to get you past your concern about the magazines. I think the best way I can do that is with a practical demonstration."

"Okay."

"Now you know, Diana, that what we say and do in here is like a confession. I can't tell anybody, you can't tell anybody. It is a sacred trust, before God. Do you understand?"

"Oh, yes, Father." She said ardently.

"Do you honestly agree to work with me to help your father?"

"Yes, yes I do!"

"Then let us begin. Stay sitting right there."

Feeling the warmth of his faith in him, Lucas stood up in front of the beautiful young girl, looking down into her smiling and trusting countenance. There was a total confidence within now, radiating from the hot erection trapped in his pants.

"Now, you said you were worried about the 'sausage' you saw in the magazines. You have to know, my child, that every man has one of these appendages. They are called 'cocks', or 'dicks'. Now stay there, and do not be alarmed."

He enjoyed watching Diana's big brown eyes widen as he unzipped his trousers and pulled his erection out in front of her. It was about a foot from her face, throbbing and hard. Just showing it to her made him tingle all over with pleasure. She looked quite surprised now, her easy smile turned into open-mouthed amazement.

"This is my cock, Diana," He said. "You see, even priests like me have them."

"Oh, goodness," She breathed. "Yes, it's, yes it's the same, thing. Just yours is a bit, um, smaller."

"Yes, well, it is the same thing regardless."

"Is it always so, um, sticking-out, like that?" She asked tentatively.

"When God wills it to be so. Now, Diana, I want you to be comfortable with cocks, okay?"

"Um, okay." She answered, biting her lip.

"Good. I want you to touch my cock, my child."

"Oh. Really? I don't know..."

"If you want to help your father," He said sternly. "You will touch my cock."

Lucas watched gleefully as the teenager gathered up her courage and reached out to his twitching dick. He suppressed a gasp as the cool, smooth hand was laid on his hot flesh.

"Yes, that's good, my child. No, leave your hand there. Try holding it properly, with your whole hand."

"It feels so warm, and hard," She looked up at him. "I'm not hurting you, am I, Father?"

"Oh no, Diana, not at all."

"Okay, good," She leaned closer to inspect his member, turning it this way and that to look. "I guess this seems alright."

"Yes, yes it does."

"Does the white stuff come out of this hole?" She was looking so closely he could feel her breath on the tip.

"Maybe later. Right now we should keep on getting you comfortable with cocks. Are you ready?"

"Yes Father." She said, giving his dick a little squeeze.

"Good girl. Now keep your hand there and I'll show you what to do. Move your hand up and down the cock, like this. Keep a good grip. Okay, keep going."

Diana continued to stroke his dick when he took his hands away, her face pouting in concentration. Her action was a little jerky but it still felt very nice. Lucas let his eyes look past to her delightful body in its cute uniform, especially the swell of her chest. Oh Lord, it felt so good to have this teenager pulling his member.

"That's very good Diana," He breathed. "Very good. This is called wanking, or jerking."

She giggled. "That's a funny word."

"Yes," He suppressed a moan of enjoyment. "Yes. Now when you jerk a man's cock, Diana, it feels quite nice. So don't be alarmed if he sounds like he's enjoying it."

"Okay. It is kinda fun." She said, stroking enthusiastically.

He let himself moan now, watching her smiling mouth, so close to his cock.

"The hole looks a bit wet," She said. "Is that okay?"

"Yes, its fine. Keep wanking the cock, my child, yes. Now, what else did you see in these -- ooo -- magazines?"

"Oh, well," She blushed. "Just men and women, with no clothes on. The women all seemed to be doing stuff with the men's, um, cocks."

"What sort of things?" He panted.

"Well, some, er, wanking," She giggled again. "And some of the women were putting the cocks in their mouths."

"Hmmm, oooh, yes. So I think the next thing we should do is to get your clothes off, my dear."

Her hand stopped moving. "Take my... clothes off?"

"Yes," He said gently. "It will show you that there is nothing sinful about your father's interests. And you can be naked in front of me, my child. I'm your priest."

"I... well, I guess so, Father. But I'm a bit... y'know, embarrassed."

"How about we start with an easy one. Just take your blouse off and see how you feel."

Diana still felt doubtful. She had always been brought up to trust any priest or nun. Still, Father Bland seemed very unusual for a priest, very lively and wanting to try new things. She certainly had no idea that he would be showing her parts of his body or getting her to touch them, even though it had been very interesting so far.

Shrugging, she let go of the hot cock and starting undoing her blouse, not meeting the Father's eyes. Surely he would laugh at her body. When all the buttons were unfastened she untucked it and slipped it off her shoulders, placing it carefully on the floor.

After a few moments of silence, she looked up at the priest standing over her. He was looking at her body and smiling, though not laughing. He was also stroking his cock himself now, with long slow squeezes. It looked even wetter on the hole at the end now.

"Very good," He said. "You look very healthy, Diana."

"Thank you, Father." She said awkwardly.

"Tell me, Diana, were the women in the magazines wearing bras?"

"Um, no, Father."

"Then I think you should take yours off," He said, wanking even slower. "Yes, yes, take it off please."

"Oh, well, um," She couldn't think of a reason not to: after all, he was like a doctor. "I guess so."