The Smoking Catholic Schoolgirl

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Bella didn’t want to leave the lake and return to class. It was a beautiful, sunny day. The 18yr old Catholic boarding schoolgirl just wanted to be alone with the only thing that gave her comfort. A Virginia Slim cigarette.

The petite, dark-haired, pupil was nicknamed ‘Wednesday’ by the other girls, due to her quirkiness and canny similarities to the Addams family character. She just liked to be alone with her thoughts, thinking about what she was going to do with her life.

It wouldn’t be long now, until she finished her education and left boarding school behind to go out into the big bad world. Bella told herself that if she ever had children, she would never send them off to such a place to be educated.

Sat on the bank of the still lake, on the far side of the school grounds, Bella slipped a cigarette between her lips and lit up with a deep drag, hollowing her soft cheeks before inhaling the smoke.

She enjoyed her menthol flavoured Virginia Slims, preferring their narrowness and extra length compared to the standard cigarettes some of the other girls smoked. They afforded a more elegant appearance too.

Sat on her bottom, in a bottle green, tartan pinafore and white, short-sleeved blouse, Bella languidly filled her lungs with minty, smooth smoke, until her addiction to nicotine was temporarily subdued and her wandering mind was emptied of negativity.

The cigarette left her so calm; she flicked her long, black, plaited pigtails aside and closed her brown eyes to lay down on her back. Just a few minutes and then I’ll return for my afternoon classes, she told herself, enjoying the warm glow of the sun on her face.

Twenty minutes later…

“Shouldn’t you be in a classroom, Bella, instead of out here, sleeping in the sunshine?” a man spoke in a soft tone.

Bella sat up quickly, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. She squinted at the man, who was wearing white robes.

“Father Patrick,” she gasped fearfully. The 60yr old priest smiled and offered his hand to help her up.

“Why aren’t you in class, Bella?” he asked curiously. She accepted his old, but warm, soft grasp, pulling the her to her feet.

“I just needed some time alone, Father. I’m not in trouble, am I?” Bella asked worryingly, smoothing down her pinafore.

She knew it would be justified if she was. But as she felt her pockets for the packet of cigarettes and lighter, relieved to find they hadn’t slipped out, Father Patrick shook his balding head and smiled at her slender figure and the generous curves on her chest.

“No, Bella. You’re not in trouble. But I would like to know why you feel you need to be alone. Is something or someone troubling you?” he inquired with empathy.

Bella shrugged, looking unsure. She had so many thoughts going through her mind at once, she couldn’t keep up with herself. Smoking seemed to be the only way to calm those thoughts down.

“Walk with me, Bella. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Leading her from the lake, along the gravel path and into the woods, Father Patrick asked her again. Bella walked with her hands inside her pockets, holding the packet of cigarettes in her right hand and the lighter in her left, making sure they didn’t fall out.

“I’ve never fitted in here, Father. The girls don’t really bully me, they know I’ll bite back, but they think I’m weird,” she said with acceptance in her voice.

“Hmm. That’s disappointing to hear. Girls can be very cruel at times, even those of the Catholic faith. Don’t let them get you down, Bella. They will one day have to answer for their behaviour.”

“I know. Thank you, Father.”

Continuing along the path, under the canopy of the woods, the heat of the sun had cooled, but it still felt warm. The birds sang in the trees and the air smelled fresh. They walked the looping path together, talking about religion and school, until they neared the lake again.

“Are you familiar with the Addams family, Father?” Bella asked, knowing their time together was coming to an end.

“The Addams Family?” he looked at her quizzically.

“The movies and TV series,” Bella giggled.

“Oh,” Father Patrick chuckled. “Yes, the fictional and bizarre, eccentric family. Why do you ask? You’re not into all that stuff, are you?”

“Not really. It’s just that the girls call me, Wednesday.” Bella kicked the gravel while they walked.

Father Patrick stopped and turned escort bursa to face her. He could see the resemblance. Black, plaited pig tails, pale skin, emotionally reserved, but Bella was not morbid or fascinated with the macabre.

“Don’t listen to such nonsense. You’re above childish name calling, but if you ever need to confide in someone, my door is always open,” he said warmly.

“Thank you, Father, but I’m ok.”

“Are you sure?” He suddenly eyed her assertively. “It’s been a while since your last confession.”

“I’m afraid I haven’t exactly been a model Catholic during my visits home, Father.” Bella lowered her gaze, embarrassed more than ashamed.

“Oh, well in that case, I shall hear your confession now,” he insisted.

“Here, in the woods?” Bella hated confession.

“God sees and hears us everywhere, Bella,” he said, walking her over to a clearing in the woods. “This will be fine,” he smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. Feeling the pressure of his hand and the white, holy robes, Bella went down on her knees in front of the priest.

She stared helplessly at the patch of grass around them while he looked down at her head and pigtails, suddenly aroused. He crossed his chest with a finger and silently asked the Lord to forgive his own sins.

Bella went to do the same, but when she pulled her hands out of her pockets, the packet of Virginia Slims fell out. She gasped and panicked, quickly picking them up and shoving them back inside her pocket, before she looked up at Father Patrick.

“I guess that’ll be one of your confessions today,” he chuckled. “You may begin, Bella.”

As he closely watched her finger cross over the firm curves, pressing against the pinafore, his arousal swelled under his robes. She then began to deliver her confession. Hesitating at first, Bella fixed her eyes on the ground and confessed, at length, her hatred for the girls who called her names. She confessed to smoking cigarettes with no intentions of quitting. She then hesitated again, before Father Patrick gently encouraged her.

“Don’t hold back, Bella,” he said. He placed a finger under her chin and raised her head.

Forced to finally look up at him, preparing to be judged. Their eyes locked as she confessed her greatest sin. Bella was still a virgin, but she attended a house party, during the half-term, and willingly gave an older boy a smokey blowjob.

Father Patrick was still holding her head up. She expected to see disappointment in his eyes and hear scolding words from his mouth, but she saw lust and heard heavy breathing instead.

“What happened?” he sighed with anticipation, visualising the scene at the party while smoothing her chin with his thumb. She didn’t hold back.

Bella confessed to drinking and smoking with the boy, flirting, until he asked her if she wanted to go somewhere private. She went to a bedroom with him and lied down on the bed, kissing while he groped over her dress.

Father Patrick listened intently to her confessing to the boy loosening her dress and bra, groping her bare breasts, sucking her nipples. She had a fine pair from what he could see. He adjusted the front of his robes. Bella wondered if her confession was arousing him.

“What happened next?” he asked hoarsely. She bit her lip, trying not to giggle at his obvious excitement. Reciting the events of the party was exciting for her too.

“He put his fingers inside me, Father,” she confessed, blushing. He gargled a groan at the back of his throat and rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.

“And then what?” His knees began to shake, imagining her lips around his cock.

“I performed a smokey blowjob on him, Father.” Bella blushed darker. Father Patrick could see this was exciting for her, so he pressed his thumb inside her mouth, wetting the tip along the inside of her lip.

“You smoked a cigarette while performing fellatio?” His cock was throbbing. He could feel the dew leaking into his underpants.

Bella nodded, rubbing her tongue against the intrusive thumb. Their eyes hadn’t lost their intensity. Still locked, Father Patrick tried to calm his breathing. He could see she had the devil inside her.

“Did he seed your mouth, Bella?” he asked. His face was bright red, his forehead perspiring. He looked ready to explode with lust, not rage.

“I’m sorry, Father, but yes. He ejaculated his seed inside bursa otele gelen escort my mouth.” She wanted to giggle, finding the word ‘seed’ amusing in this situation. Nobody she knew called it anything other than cum.

“Ohhh, while you were smoking a cigarette?” he quivered, visualising the latest sinful scene.

“Yes, Father. He wanted me to take drags and blow smoke at his penis, then put it him in my mouth again.” Bella’s nipples were tingling, her clit throbbing.

“And did you swallow his seed?” Father Patrick caught his breath as his own seed continued to weep from the tip of his cock.

“Yes, Father,” Bella whispered, tonguing his thumb.

“Mmm. Did you like the taste?” he groaned curiously.

“Not really, Father. It was ok, I guess,” she shrugged.

“But it excited you wickedly, didn’t it, Bella.” He made it sound like it was her fault.

“Yes, Father. Am I in trouble now?” She knew she wasn’t, as far as skipping class was concerned, but she excitedly thought she might be in trouble in a different kind of way.

“No, Bella, you are not in trouble,” Father Patrick breathed. “Light a cigarette. You must be craving one by now.”

He dragged his thumb from her mouth then watched her on her knees, reach into her pockets and take out the packet of cigarettes and lighter. Bella was looking down at her hands, smirking, as she pulled a cigarette free and placed it between her lips.

He caught her smirking, then looked around the woods before watching her light up and take a deep drag. As she inhaled, she looked up at him to exhale off to the side, wondering what he was going to do with her.

“For your penance, Bella, I think you need to show me what you did to that poor boy, leading him astray, the way you described.”

“Yes, Father,” she grinned mischievously, taking a deep drag from her long, thin cigarette.

Father Patrick growled under his breath as he opened his robes and unzipped his fly. Bella was mid-drag when she saw the size of the old cock he pulled out in front of her. It looked angry, leaking clear droplets of fluid.

Her eyes grew wide while her lips sucked harder on the white filter. He gave it a few tugs, showing off to her that it wasn’t yet fully hard. It was by the time she exhaled a thick cloud of smoke at it.

“Didn’t you say the boy loosened your clothes, Bella?” Father Patrick reached for the buttons on her pinafore. Two either side of her chest, attaching the front to the shoulder straps. “Ohhh,” he sighed, brushing his fingers against the fabric helping to keep her covered up.

Bella’s heart was beating fast, pumping blood into her swelling breasts and puffing pussy lips. She enjoyed her first smokey blowjob, and she was excited to give her second one. As the priest fiddled with the buttons, using two hands, she cheekily leaned forwards and blew minty smoke at his cock.

“Ohhh, you wicked, wicked, girl,” he trembled, finally getting the buttons undone and pulling down the front of her pinafore, exposing the buttons on her blouse.

Bella giggled at his anxious excitement. He kept looking up to see if anybody was around, but he couldn’t look away from her for long. Kneeling on the grass, smoking a cigarette, with a priest’s cock in her face, she felt like a naughty thrill seeker.

Smoke smouldered from the end of her cigarette and billowed from her lungs, while Father Patrick urgently worked his way down her blouse. Button by button, his hands were shaking as her bra and cleavage became visible.

“Ohhh, sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” he groaned, unbuttoning her blouse far enough to see and feel her breasts. “Put me in your mouth, Bella,” he gasped, shoving a hand inside her left bra cup, groping her soft, creamy flesh.

“Yes, Father,” she gasped, closing her smokey, warm mouth around his length. She swirled her tongue around the head and moved her lips along his shaft. His hand was rough inside her bra, dirty, exciting rough.

“Uhhhh! Good, lord!” His legs almost buckled. He pulled her bra down, freeing her generous breasts, then he shuffled closer to get a good feel of them, unrestricted, while she bobbed her head back and forth.

Bella didn’t care that he was a priest or an old man. She revelled in his lack of self-control, confirming her beliefs that even men of God are still men, at the end of the day. bursa merkez escort She pulled back to take a deep drag, looking up at the man grossly abusing his position. They both knew it as Father Patrick pulled hard on her bullet-like nipples as she inhaled.

It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission he thought, watching her exhale a thick plume at his cock, coated in her saliva. Bella took another, longer drag while her nipples were twisted, causing great pain and greater pleasure in the sensitive nerve endings.

She hid the pain from him when she inhaled the smoke into her lungs, but she couldn’t hide the pleasure when she exhaled, and he flicked her nipples. No one had ever given her breasts such a thorough examination before. It sent hot flushes through her body.

“Are you ready to swallow my seed, Bella?” Father Patrick asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer.

He took hold of her long, black pigtails, twisting them around his hands, and pushed his cock inside the wetness of her mouth. He fucked her face with three deep strokes then pulled back. Bella coughed after gagging, gasping for air.

“Smoke!” he grunted, pulling her head back by the pigtails. She took a drag and inhaled while Father Patrick glared down hungrily into her eyes, waiting for the exhale. Bella was looking up at him, smirking, she then delivered a long, sexy stream of smoke.

Once she clouded his aching length, he thrust his cock into her mouth and told her to suck the seed from his balls. Flicking the cigarette butt away, Bella curled her fingers around his shaft, stroking and sucking eagerly, hoping to taste his cum before anyone caught them in the woods.

Father Patrick kept hold of her hair, using the pigtails to pull her head back and forth. He wasn’t brutal now, he let her dictate the pace with her eagerness and willingness to receive his sperm.

The faster she sucked the closer he got. Her breasts were bouncing off her chest while his breathing became rapid, trying to keep up with his beating heart. The birds had stopped singing and the air smelled of blowjobs and cigarettes.

“Uhhh! Yes, Bella! Uhhh! Get ready to swallow your penance!”

Father Patrick tightened his grip on her pigtails, thrusting his cock to the back of her throat. She gagged, once more, then her eyes began to water, but she was determined to succeed, and succeed she did.

With an almighty cry to the Gods, Father Patrick spasmed inside her mouth, pouring his orgasm down her throat. Bella’s brown eyes bulged in their sockets, almost changing colour. Her throat swallowed hard and fast, drinking down his sperm until his balls were bone dry.

Father Patrick finally released her hair and stumbled backwards, allowing her to breathe again. But it wasn’t fresh air she wanted; Bella lit another cigarette to rid her taste buds of the salty, dominant tang in her mouth.

Consumed with guilt, Father Patrick put his shrinking cock away and fixed his robe. Meanwhile, Bella remained on her knees. A new, long, thin, smouldering cigarette dangled from her lips while she nonchalantly squashed her breasts back inside her bra.

“Forgive me, Bella,” he croaked, as she buttoned her blouse, covering up her cleavage.

She took a drag and looked at him, smiling. She then inhaled and her smile grew wider. He looked weak and ashamed. Bella exhaled, wordless, and let the cigarette dangle from her mouth again while she buttoned the front of her pinafore to the shoulder straps.

“Are you ok, Bella?” he croaked once more, panicking inwardly. He could see his career as a priest, his reputation, his whole life, flash before his eyes. Bella removed the cigarette from her mouth and finally stood on her feet. Her knees looked sore and dirty.

“Yes, Father, but my penance isn’t complete,” she giggled, smoking casually as if nothing had happened. Father Patrick sighed. He was definitely full of regret. The guilt was already eating him up.

“Bella,” he said her name hopelessly.

“My panties are soaking wet. I need more penance.” She sounded naïve and gullible, but he knew she was playing along with his satanic version of penance. “You must penance all my sins, Father,” she smirked devilishly.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” he despaired.

“You said your door is always open,” Bella reminded Father Patrick, taking her last drag and then exhaling at him with a long, steady stream of smoke from her pursed lips.

His cock began to rise again. “Come with me to the rectory. I will inform your head-of-year that you are helping me this afternoon.”

“At least you won’t be lying,” Bella giggled, skipping out of the woods.

It was going to be a long, smokey afternoon for Father Patrick and a long, deep, smokey one for Bella.

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