Priestly Promiscuity

Chapter Two

Priestly Predation

Father Murphy's vow lasted an even shorter time than Jill's resolution, and it was less than a week before he for the first time plucked a young parishioner's cherry. And he knew from the moment that he began the seduction, if such it could be called, that he was committing a terrible sin. Not only was he once again breaking his vow of celibacy but he was doing it with a pure and innocent young girl and taking advantage of his trusted position to achieve her seduction.

Her name was Ann and she was even younger than Jill, only fourteen years old and, also unlike Jill, she was still a virgin. She was unlike Jill in other ways as well, both in mind and body. Ann was tall for her age, five feet, seven inches, to be exact. She had a small waist and a somewhat oversized bottom and her breasts, though not huge like the other girl's, were still larger than most of her classmates'. Ann's legs were long but they were quite thick and heavy which added to the impression of bodily maturity. She was also a good student and very religious.

Every week, for the past year, the pretty blonde had knelt in the confessional and, as regular as clockwork, had told the priest that she had sinned by abusing herself. For some of that time Father Murphy had been the recipient of the titillating admission of sin. Through the screen he had watched her maturing body mature had asked for progressively detailed descriptions of her masturbation. Ann tried to describe her feelings and her techniques and, since she was articulate, she had done it well. The young priest had lusted after her but, until his session with Jill; he had believed her to be too young. And also, of course, he was quite sure that she was still a virgin, in body if not in mind. Then, less than a week after he had been with the buxom temptress, Jill, he was sitting listening to the pretty, young blonde.

"I'm sorry, Father. I just can't seem to help myself? I pray for strength but? Oh, Father, can you help me?" She had just described how she had used a small cucumber to rub her pussy the night before and how tempted she'd been to actually put it right inside. As he had done during each of her confessions over the last few months, he had touched her smooth vulva with its sparse, fine pubic hair and, as usual, it had quickly lubricated itself. He hadn't noticed that since he had begun this practice with her Ann's frequency of coming to confession had increased significantly because she enjoyed this part of it. He didn't know, either, that after confession, the young girl would masturbate while thinking of him. She'd started doing that after confession since the first time he'd touched her between the legs but she believed it was too big of a sin for her to confess it to him.

"Come back here tonight, my child,” he said. "There is one way that may help you control yourself. Come to my office at seven."

Promptly at seven, she knocked on his office door and, after she entered, he used the little button under his desk to lock the door. The tall teenager was wearing a short skirt and a blouse and he could see that, despite her youth, the girl's legs and breasts were fast approaching the fullness of maturity. Her rather heavy legs were very long, even for a girl as tall as she and, through the somewhat sheer blouse; he could observe that her breasts were not the least bit flat

Now, my child, sit down and we'll begin by talking,” he said as he took her arm and guided her to the narrow sofa. When she was seated, her thighs demurely pressed together, he continued. "You are still very young but what you have confessed indicates that your body is already becoming quite mature. What you are experiencing, my child is what older girls and women feel. It is part of God's plan but you are still too young to be married which is how He expects your natural urges to be satisfied. Now, Ann, tell me again exactly what you have been doing."

"Oh, Father. I'm so embarrassed," she said in a soft voice but she was looking forward to telling the nice looking priest what she did. She could see, even in her innocence that he liked hearing it and she sometimes embellished her tales a bit because of that. "But, sir, sometimes I get a funny feeling down here..." and she placed her hand on her belly to show where she got the funny feeling, "and it makes me want to touch myself?"

"Yes...yes...continue, my child...Show me how...." he said breathlessly as he placed his hand on her bare knee.

"Well? Like? I touch myself on my....you know?", the girl said in a hesitant voice as she slipped her hand under the waistband of her skirt and beneath her panties, hardly noticing that, as she did so, his hand slid higher along her inner thigh.

"And how does that make you feel? Does the funny feeling go away then, my child."

"Uh? Well? No, Father, it doesn't. Not right away. I...I...I rub myself and? Like? I get real hot and? Oh, Father, this is embarrassing."

"Don't be embarrassed, Ann. Are there any special places that you rub? Like, when you used the cucumber, just how did you use it?"

The shapely adolescent looked at the big man in his black robe and shyly, she continued, "I? I? Well, Father...I touch my...You know? My clitoris? And? Like? I wanted to put the cucumber inside? Like? Right in my vagina, Father?" She wondered how he would react if she said cunt but she was afraid that might make him angry so she didn't.

"Oh my,” the priest said in a firm voice. "It sounds as if you have progressed very far. Take off your clothes, Ann,” he ordered. "We will have to take a very special approach if we're going to help you."

"But, Father?" the teenager stammered. "You mean? Like? Take off everything?" And now she was concerned. Was he going to try to make her do it, she wondered. Even if he was a priest. One of her friends had confided in her that her doctor had done it to her. Did priests do things like that too?

That's right, my child. I need to see whether I am going to be helping a child or a woman. There are different procedures, you know, Ann. It's not exactly like an exorcism but it has the same effect. It is easier to drive the demons of desire from a child and, since you're only fourteen, I suspect that you're still a child."

Nervously, the fourteen year old girl unbuttoned her blouse, reaching behind her back to unsnap her brassiere. She didn't feel like a child right then and she knew that, when she bared her breasts, he wouldn't think she looked like one, either. Slowly she unfastened the waistband of her skirt and, standing up, she pushed her skirt and panties down over her big ass, past her knees, until they dropped to the floor. She took off her blouse and bra then and stood, blushingly nude before him, her arms crossed modestly as she tried to hide her high, firm breasts and the nearly hairless prominence of her mons.®

"Now, my child", he said, "Pretend that you're alone. Do what you would do if you were all alone." He leaned back to watch the ripe bodied juvenile as she parted her long, shapely legs and, looking down shyly, she put one hand between her thighs. He noted that her other hand went automatically to her fairly large, cone-shaped breasts and he was impressed by the size of the long, thick nipples that jutted out from the pink, pebbled areola. As she shyly followed his directions, Ann felt the familiar, hot excitement in her young loins which was exacerbated by having the priest watch her masturbate. She wondered if he masturbated too, and if he did how he did it.

"Hanh...anh...anh,” she panted as her fingers moved furiously back and forth over her sleek, hairless pussy which was now very wet and slippery. Her knees began to tremble as she approached her climax and the priest reached up to support her by holding her large buttocks and cupping her firmly projecting breasts.

"Hanh...annh...oohhhh...ohh...ohh.,” she gasped breathlessly as her loins were washed by the heat of her orgasm and she fell forward so that she was half-lying on his shoulders.

"Lie down, now, my child,” he said to her and he guided the limply trembling girl down onto the sofa. He eased her unresisting body to the foot of the cot so that her long legs dangled over the end and then, spreading them wide apart, he knelt between her knees.

"You are a woman, Ann. You are young but you have a woman's body already and you are acting like a woman. And we will have to try to find a way to prevent you from committing a serious sin." The long-legged girl lay back submissively as he leaned closer to her plump, virtually hairless vulva. "I will try something, my child. But it may not be enough. You are so young that it ought to be, but?" and as he spoke, he gently pressed his lips on her soft, swollen labia. The innocent youngster gasped as she felt the warmth of his intimate kiss and then, when his hot tongue snaked out to caress the sensitive slit, she whimpered softly.

"We will try to purge you of your sinful desires, my child. This is one way. Tell me how it feels to you. And you must say whatever comes into your mind, Ann. That is important if we are going to be successful."

"Father? Ohhh Father?" she gasped. "It feels? Like? Ohh Father? Oohhh yeesss,” the hot-blooded teen whimpered. The cleric skillfully teased his young parishioner, bringing her quickly close to another orgasm but carefully avoiding her actual climax.

"Is it better now, Ann? Do you feel as if you will be alright, now?" he asked, his voice muffled by the softness of her wetly swollen pussy. "Tell me how you feel, my child."

"Hanh? Annh? Father? Ohhh Father? It? It isn't? My...my cunt is? Ohhh Father? My cunt is so hot? I? I? I want more? Something else?"

"That's it, Ann. You are right to say 'cunt" when you feel like this. But we'll have to try something more if you still feel that way. Get on the floor, my child. I know it will be cold and hard but that may help, too." Then he eased her tall, shapely body to the floor. Lying on her back, naked, her body, except for the scanty hairiness of her genitals, did not look like that of an adolescent. Her large-nippled, cone-shaped breasts were bigger than many women’s and her hips flared out widely from her narrow waist. She parted her thick thighs as he knelt, easily parting her long, heavy legs.

"Satan has given you the desires of a married woman, my child. And a woman's body to go with it. But, with God's help, we will expunge them. I didn't think I would have to do this with one as young as you, but?", and as the pretty youngster looked up at him apprehensively, he opened his robe to reveal his throbbingly erect penis. To her inexperienced eyes, it looked enormous and, as he brought it closer to her sleek, soft, nearly hairless pussy, she gasped, "Father? Oh, Father? What are you going to do?" The young virgin felt a tremendous thrill as he slid the hot, slick knob of his organ along the gaping, swollen slit of her juvenile pussy. "Talk to me, my child. You must talk to help drive Satan from you,” he said softly as he used his cock to arouse the artless youngster.

"Father? Ohh, Father? When you put your...your?... your cock against my cunt it makes me want? Ohhh Father? It's getting worse. I don't think it's working?"

“Keep trying, my child,” he said in a choked voice, barely able to keep from plunging into the docile, defenseless girl. Her big ass on the hard, unyielding floor, held her pelvis tilted receptively as, with great care, he kept her on the edge of orgasm. After about three minutes of this exquisite torture, he asked, "Does it feel better now, my child? Have we driven Satan's lust from you, yet? How do you feel?"

"Father? Ohhh, Fatherrr? It's like with the cucumber, sir? I want it inside? I think? Like? I think I want to be fucked?"

"Ooohh...my child... Do you still feel like that? I had hoped that we might make you safe without it, but? Tell me again what you want?"

"Father? Ohh sirr? It must be Satan, but? Ohh Father? When I feel your? your cock rubbing my cunt? Like, sir? I get all squishy inside? Like, Father? Like as if I want to have it inside me? Am I supposed to feel that way, sir? How do you help the older women, Father? I think, like? Oohhh Father? Help me? Please help me?"

The ripe, young virgin had been on the verge of orgasm for nearly a half hour by this time and her juvenile loins were aching with the frustration of the extended titillation of her throbbing, young pussy.

"You have a woman's desires, my child. And you have the body of a woman. Are you still a virgin, Ann?"

"Y...y...yess, Father. I think so, sir? Like, I haven't put anything in me, sir? I've just touched the outside? Can you help me, Father?"

"There's only one way, my child. And, since you're a virgin, it may be painful for you. And it will only work if you're truly seeking forgiveness for your lustful actions. Are you sure that you want me to continue, my daughter? Do you truly want to be rid of your carnal thoughts and desires?" He was continuing to tease the swollen, wet, sensitive folds of her cuntflesh and the innocent teenager was almost beside herself with frustration.

"Father? Ohhh yeesss, Father. I want it. I want to be rid of my sinful desires. Please, Father, do it for me. Will it hurt very much? The lustful priest was not sure how much it would hurt the young teenager but, as he placed the knob at the tight, elastic opening to her innocent, young vagina, he panted, "Hanh...annh...Ann? It may hurt quite a bit? Satan will not leave you easily.”

As he pushed deeper, the young virgin gasped at the distending pressure. The priest felt the obstruction of her hymen and paused. He looked down at her tall, narrow waisted body as she lay, long legs widespread and hips tilted, beneath him. The added stimulation of his intruding organ as it caressed the millions of nerve-ends in her tight-fitting cuntal vestibule was bringing the fourteen year old to a peak of excitement. Her hips began to twitch and tremble and her eyes widened as she whimpered, "Father? Ohhh Father? Yess. Yeesss...I think it's helping already?"

The priest pushed against the flimsy barrier and for a moment his entry was blocked. Then, as the young teenager squealed with pain, her hymen parted before his onslaught. He felt the hot, wet clasp of her softly stretching sheath as he drove relentlessly into her ripe, young body until his pubis was grinding against her tender, smooth mons. He shifted slightly higher so that the base of his cock was pressing on her clitoris and that finally triggered her orgasm. The young girl's long legs lifted involuntarily to twine with his and her hips arched up to him. He felt the tight, internal contractions of her first-fucked sheath and he began to fuck the innocent youngster.

"Hanh...Father!...Fatherrr Murrrphyy!” she cried out as she felt her cherry break and, immediately thereafter, her loins convulsed with a tremendous orgasm. She bucked and jerked awkwardly under him as he fucked her hotly clasping young cunt. And then, as her climax waned, her legs fell away and she lay in docile submissiveness beneath him.

“There, my child. Did we drive Satan out?" he asked as he continued to fuck her limply quivering young body. "Do you feel as if you can resist him, now?"

"Hanh...annh... Ohhh Father? I? I think so, Father? I never felt like this before? Have you finished, Father? Have you purged me?"

The priest lay full weight on the tall girl's ripe, young body, his hairy chest rubbing her sensitive nipples and he could feel the firm peaks of her breasts jutting against him. He fucked her slowly, trying to hold back his own climax as he said, "Almost, my child. But we have to be sure. Did it hurt?"

"Ohh, Father? At first. For a moment. Was that when Satan left, Father? Or was it? Like? When I almost fainted?"

"We just opened the gate for his exit, my child." And we still have to bathe you with holy balm to keep Satan away. Bend your legs, my child. You must help me by moving under me. Put your feet flat on the floor and push up at me."

Awkwardly and somewhat fearfully at first, the innocent youngster did as she was told. Her first-fucked sheath ached from its initial stretching and she was apprehensive about having the priest's staff any deeper inside her inexperienced body. Her ripe, lush hips rocked mechanically, initially, then gradually achieved a smooth rhythm that matched the thrusts into her lovewell.

"That's the way, my child. We are making progress. You truly needed this treatment. Tell me, Ann, how does it feel to you? I can sense that Satan is still there. Does it feel as if we may be bringing him out again? Are you getting the same feelings as before?" the lascivious cleric asked as, with lewd intent, he paused, his cock barely inside her snug, hot fuckwell.

"Father? Oohhh Fathherr Murrrphy? He's there. Hurry, Father! Don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck me faster, Father! Drive him out!", and as the young innocent mouthed the obscene words, her firm hips bucked wildly up to him, her big ass swiveling as she screwed her hungry cunt with the priest's willing tool.

"Oohh yeesss, my child. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck your hot little cunt until the devil has no room there. Tell me when you feel your sinful desire escaping. Tell me when it's coming out, my child."

"Harder, Father! Harder! It's cumming. Oohhh Fathhherr! Fathherr Murrrrphhyyy! It's cuh...cuh...cuhhhhmINNNGGG.,” and he felt her tight sheath loosen and expand for just a moment, seeming to allow him to sink even deeper into her young body. Then her vaginal muscles clamped tightly on his deepthrust shaft as her wide, firm hips jerked and bucked erratically beneath him.

"HAAAANNHHH....aaaahhhhh....aahhhhhh,” the innocent adolescent cried out as her loins were wracked by a monumental orgasm and her big, firm body went limp beneath him. The spasming contractions of her tight, first-fucked cuntsheath milked his throbbingly hard fleshtube and he felt the burning heat in his balls as the first rush of overheated sperm coursed through the channel to explode into the nubile youngster's limply acquiescent body.

"Hannh?...annh?...annhh? Father? Oohhhh Fathhherr?", she moaned as she felt the flooding inundation of her spasming fuckwell, her firm belly bulging and palpitating against his. "Ooooohhhhh...oohhh Father...am I saved? Did we do it, Father?" the girl whimpered breathlessly, her juvenile loins relieved of the frustrating incompletion he had subjected her to for so long.

"Oh yes, my child. We won. You feel better now, don't you? You don't want to touch yourself any more?"

“Ohhh Father. No.”

“I did this only with God's purpose in mind. It was to help you control Satan. If you have any problem after this, we will try to find other ways, but he had such a hold on you that this was the only way. You understand, don't you, my child? We have driven him out now, haven't we?"

The innocently gullible adolescent was, for the moment, completely devoid of any sexual desire. She felt relaxed and sated and, except for a slight discomfort or tenderness in her cock-reamed, first-fucked vagina, she felt good.

"I understand, Father. But, will it take care of me until I'm married, sir? Have you driven him out for good?"

"I can't be sure, my child. I think so. You acted as if Satan was being totally expelled. When you come to confession, next, we can talk about it. Now, you should go home and pray."

That night, the priest prayed hard for forgiveness for his lewd deception of the gullible, young virgin. He vowed that he would not again yield to the temptations of the flesh. But his vow was good for only about two weeks.

Ann's long visit to the priest's office did not, however, go unnoticed. Although Father Murphy had been brought in while the regular priest was ill, they had sent a young monk from a monastery in the area to help him out.

Brother John was only twenty and he had taken his vows because one of the many girls he'd been taking out thought she was pregnant. Now, after more than half a year of enforced celibacy during which his hand was his only source of release, he was being sorely tempted by the ripe, young farm girls. At least, in the monastery, there had been no temptations.

He had seen the girl slip in the side door of the church and had wondered about it. It was almost dark when she came and she had seemed somewhat furtive in her actions. He had thought that she might plan to steal something. By the time he got to the basement, the door to the priest's office was closing and, at that point, Brother John was sure that the girl had theft on her mind.

Fortunately he had not burst in there after her. For some reason, he had paused before opening the door and then decided it would be better if he spied on her, just in case she wasn't there to steal.

The church was old but he could not find a gap or hole that he could peek through. By then, anyway, he had heard Father Murphy's voice so he knew the girl's presence was authorized. Curiosity, however, along with boredom, made him keep looking for a place to spy on them and, finally, he found a way.

Some old, unused stairs angled up over the office and, when he climbed up about ten feet, he found that he could see almost all of the office through the open transom. And, by the time he was sprawled looking down into the small cubicle, he got an eyeful.

The girl was sprawled nude, on her back, and she was fingering her smooth, nearly hairless pussy. He could see, however, that although she didn’t yet have a bush, her breasts were nicely developed. And then, for the next while, he had watched the immoral priest seduce the young virgin. Brother John began then to scheme about how he also could do what the priest was doing.