Priestly Promiscuity

Chapter Seven

Poking Precocious Patty

Father Murphy, after what he had done with and to Sister Susan had a brief period of remorse. By the second day, however, he had rationalized his actions. The young novice would have continued on sinning with Sister Capello if he had not shown her God's way so, therefore, what he did was acceptable and to Sister Susan's benefit. Or, at least that was how he justified the seduction. It was easy, after that, to rationalize his next surrender to temptation although most would say it was more immoral than his actions with the young nun.

When he saw the girl, she was standing in the dimly lit area behind the open door to his office. At first he thought she was crying but, as he came closer, he realized that it was something else. She was leaning against the wall and was holding her groin and whimpering as if she was in pain. At least that is what he thought, at first. The priest came closer to the girl and, as he realized that she was panting and whimpering, not crying, he knew what she was doing. And he recognized her.

Patty was a pretty, blonde youngster who had just entered her teens. She was already of medium height and her body had begun to fill out in all the right places although she had not reached the fullness of shape that would, in a year or so, attract boys and men like flies to honey.

Although her body had not reached the fullness of maturity, one other aspect of the girl's nature had. Patty, for the past year, had been beset by an increasingly consuming sexual urge. She didn't understand it. She didn't know enough about such things to even try to understand it. In fact, the only thing she did about it was what Father Murphy had found her doing behind his office door.Father Murphy put his hand on the youngster's shoulder just as her knees gave way and she slumped to the floor, her barely pubescent body awash with her juvenile orgasm.

"Hanh? Anh? OH FATHER!” she cried out in dismay. "Oh Father?"

“Come into my office, young lady!” he said in a severe tone of voice. "I think you owe me an explanation.” and he took her arm, pulled her to her feet and led her into his office. Frightened and weak from her climax, the girl docilely allowed him to push her adolescent but precociously developed body onto the sofa. "Now Patty. Just tell me what you were doing!” he ordered as the thirteen year old nymphet cowered on the sofa.

"Oh, sir. I couldn't help it, sir. It just comes over me, Father. Like, I get these sinful feelings and I can't help myself. The devil makes me, sir. I'm sure.” and the girl broke into sobs.

In fact, Patty wasn't sure at all. It had all started a year ago when she'd seen her sixteen year old brother fuck his girlfriend in the basement of their house. And then, when she challenged him about it, he had got her in the same basement room and felt her body all over. He'd got his hand on her pussy and given her the most delightful feelings she'd ever experienced, bringing her to her first everorgasm. And then he'd warned her not to tell anyone about him and his girlfriend.

Since that day, her brother had done the same thing many times. He also had taught Patty to give him handjobs but, although she had let him know that she wouldn't object, he'd never fucked her. His morals, such as they were, would not let him go that far.

Her brother changed girlfriends three times during the year, including one who was not much older than his sister and, by letting Patty know when his current girlfriend would visit he had subtly invited her to watch. And Patty had become increasingly easily aroused. She looked forward to going to the basement, either with her brother to be fingered and to give him a handjob or, at other times, to watch him fuck his current girlfriend. Lately, when she made him spurt, she would try to contain the creamy fluid in her hands and rub them together afterwards, strangely excited by the greasy slickness of his hot gism. Lately also, she'd been using a cucumber as a tool when she masturbated by herself but, despite a growing hunger, she'd not yet put it or anything else inside her young pussy.

The priest looked at the sobbing adolescent and, for a moment, felt compassion. Patty looked up at him with tear wet eyes, her small but full-lipped mouth pouting and she flopped down flat on her back. As she did this, her precociously developed breasts were clearly displayed in all their youthful firmness beneath the thin tee shirt she wore. Father Murphy's compassion turned to passion.

"Show me Patty.” he said in a soft, comforting voice. "Show me what the devil makes you do."

You mean? Like? Uh? You want me to do it again? What you just saw me do?” she asked. "While you watch me?" He's just like my brother, she thought, even if he's a priest.

That's right, my child.” he said. "Perhaps I will be able to help you. And tell me what you are thinking about while you do it.” he added.

Patty was nervous but the thought of having a man watch her, especially a priest, was erotically inspiring. She'd never had anyone look at her like this except, of course, her brother. Would he be like her brother and get hard? Maybe he would want her to jerk him off like she did with her brother? Or, maybe he'd finger her like her brother did?

"Do you want me to? Like? Lift my skirt?” the thirteen year old asked, hoping he'd say yes. After a year of voyeurism consisting of watching her older brother screwing his girlfriends, she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of being watched herself, especially by a priest.

"Take off all of your clothes, Patty. I need to see all of you to know what is needed to help you.” the priest said. If she did that, he rationalized, she would be essentially offering herself to him. She was young but little if any younger than Ann had been, even though she was smaller in size. If her sexuality had progressed to that state, then it would be no sin to complete her initiation if, in fact, she had not already been initiated. He suspected, from the way she was behaving, that she had already been fucked, anyway.

"Alright, sir? If I have to?” the teenager replied, wondering if an older man like the priest would think she was grown up for her age. Her brother kept comparing her to his girlfriends and, even though he wouldn't fuck her, he said she was better built for it than they were. She sat up and pulled her tee shirt off over her head, then threw back her shoulders to make her tits stand out. She unfastened her skirt and took it off too and, looking brazenly into his eyes, she peeled off her brief panties.

Have you made any other girls undress for you, Father?” she asked as she lay back on the sofa again and placed her hand on her smooth, plump pussy. "Do you get other girls to do this?"

"No, my child.” Father Murphy replied, his cock swelling at the sight of the nubile youngster with her surprisingly full breasts and the small but erect nipples that projected from them. "I don't believe that many girls as young as you have problems like this." He was sure now that she'd been fucked. "Now, show me what you do to yourself and tell me what you're thinking."

The thirteen year old was already thrilling to the erotic experience of being seen nude. Her brother never let her get undressed all the way. Her oversized clitoris was peeking from between the slick, fuzzy fleshfolds of her vulva and, with a skilled hand, she stroked herself. She knew, from what her brother had told her that her clit was bigger than most and she wondered if he'd notice. Her other hand cupped one sensitive breast and she closed her eyes until they were just slits.

The priest was standing in his robes over her and she saw the fabric at his groin jump with the unmistakable evidence of his arousal. The oversexed adolescent was gripped by the lewd desire to make this man of God as excited as she was.

"Annh, Father? I can't? I can't tell you what I'm thinking.” she panted. "You'll be mad at me?"

"Tell me, Patty!” he ordered.

"But, sir? I'm thinking about you?” she whimpered.

"Tell me anyway!” he said in a soft voice.

"I'm imagining what it would be like , Sir? Like, if you were doing it to me? Like my brother does? If you rubbed me down there?"

"Are you a virgin, Patty?"

"Oh yes, Father! I've never gone all the way! Never!" Would the priest be surprised, she thought, if he she told him that some of her friends had lost their cherries and were already fucking for the boys, even before they were twelve?

"I don't believe you, young lady. I think you've been fucked, haven't you?"

Patty was shocked when the priest was so direct and used the f word. But, as she fingered herself, she became increasingly bold. "Honest, Father. Honest. I ain't never done it. But I seen my brother do it, sir. He...like... he...he... f.f.fucks his girlfriends. But I ain't never been fucked, sir. But he gets me to...like? You know? He rubs me and I...like... I hold him and do it for him that way. Are you gonna? Like? Do that? And, do you want me to? Like? Do you, too?"

The thirteen year old was about five feet two inches tall and, although her figure had not fully matured, it was still shapely. She had a plump bottom, a pudgy waist and her hips already had a promising flare. The immoral cleric looked down at the young blonde as her fingers expertly stroked the shiny slit of her fuzzy vulva.

"That wouldn't be right, Patty. You're only thirteen and I'm a priest. But it's even worse to do what you do with your brother, I guess?" He placed a hand on her hip and continued, "Perhaps I ought to do something?"

The cute little blonde opened her eyes wide, then, and said, "Oh, sir? Why'ncha do it, Father? It'll help me. I know it will."

"Would you like that, Patty? Would you like me to put my hands all over you? Are you sure that would help you resist the temptation to do what you're doing with your brother?” he asked in a lust-choked voice.

"I? I? It might, Father?” the girl stammered, remembering how good it felt when her brother touched her. "Do yuh think I should? Like? Hold you too? Will that be diff'rent than with him?"

Oh, my child. I don't know? I'm afraid that, if you play with your brother like you've said...and let him play with your body too, you'll go farther and commit the sin of incest. Maybe we ought to try and see if it helps you?" The priest slid his hand across the plump plane of her hip and, as his hand approached her pussy, the girl removed her own hand, tilted her pelvis and spread her thighs apart in an obvious invitation.

Father Murphy's fingers reached the tip of the crevice between the fleshrolls of her shiny wet, fuzzy labia and touched the barely visible white tip of her clit.

"Oh, sir! Oh, Father!” Patty gasped and she grabbed his hand and pulled it hard against her throbbing little erectile. She was sure now that the priest was going to do it to her. And she'd be able to get her hand on his cock and see him shoot like her brother did. She wondered if a man would shoot out more stuff.

Father Murphy's other hand was on her breasts and he continued to finger her hard clitoris and slide his fingers up and down the greasy, smooth slit of her cunt. The nubile adolescent brazenly reached between the folds of his robe to grasp his erect member as she panted, "Do yuh want me to? Like? Do yuh want me to do what I do fer him? Do yuh want me to make yuh go, sir?”

The amoral cleric stood without relinquishing his caress of her breasts and pussy, his robe falling open to reveal his outthrust prick. "I think I know now what to do for you, Patty.” he said and, as she lay there in docile innocence, he mounted between her widespread, pudgy thighs. "I'll press this against your pussy until you're...satisfied...and then you'll not want your brother to use his fingers."

He pressed his rampant cock into the crease of her labia and, as she felt the burning heat of his cocktip on her clit, the youngster gasped, "Oh, sir! Oh, sir! It feels good! It feels real good! It's lots better than his fingers."

She lay, open and vulnerable. as he teased her precociously aroused body. "Tell me, Patty. Tell me how you feel.” he asked.

"It's wonderful, Father. It's better than your fingers. Are you gonna make me cum? Will you? Like? Shoot your stuff on me? Right on my pussy?“ she continued, wondering how it would feel to have that hot, creamy stuff on her pussy. Despite her obvious vulnerability to more intimate advances, the youngster still did not believe that a priest would actually fuck her. Anyway, she thought, it wouldn't matter. Her friends, or at least the ones who'd already lost their cherries, said it was good fun. She grasped the hard staff again and rubbed it furiously on her clit.

Father Murphy was convinced now that the young vixen had been fucked. And likely lots of times. He looked down at her plump, shapely body as it lay spread wide open below him. She was obviously ready.

"Oh, Patty. Patty. You need this, don't you.” he panted and, with his hand, he forced the tip of his prick lower and inserted it into the steamy wetness of her virgin hole. "You're too young to fuck but I know you've let your brother do it. So I must now. To save you."

The oversexed, thirteen year old virgin knew now that, for sure, he was planning to fuck her, even though he was a priest. And he thought she'd let her brother do it to her. Boy, was he going to be surprised when he found out she'd never gone all the way before. Then she wondered if he'd be able to tell.

Patty felt the pressure as the thick knob of his organ dilated the mouth of her young cunt but she made no attempt to twist away. Her full lower lip pushed out in a sort of pout and her plump pelvis tilted as she braced for taking his cock into her virginal twat.

"This will help you, my child.” the priest exclaimed as he pushed into her humid fuckwell. Then, to his amazement, he encountered the resistance of her inviolate hymen. But it was too late.

When Patty felt the ache in the vestibule of her vagina she thought, at first, that it was due to being stretched by the thick knob she had seen him insert inside. Although she had masturbated many times, she had never explored her inner reaches.

"Oh, Sir? Oohhhh? I think it's too big?” she whined. Don't go in any farther. Please?"

"I can tell now that you're a virgin, Patty.” the priest panted as he pushed gently against the fragile barrier. "I thought you'd done this before. But if I don't take your cherry, then your brother will, and that would be a mortal sin."

The cute, young blonde looked up at the big man who was between her legs, her eyes widening in apprehension. Then she looked down to see the thick shaft with only the tip buried in her hot-fleshed cunt. Was he going to put it all inside her? She knew he was because she'd seen her brother put all of his in his girlfriends. But she couldn't imagine how she would be able to take it.

"Oh, Sir? Oh, Father Murphy?” she exclaimed. "It's hurting me? I didn't know it'd hurt, sir?" But Father Murphy increased the pressure. There was a gradual yielding and the nubile youngster strained her legs farther apart, as if that would relieve the painful ache she felt as her hymen was stretched inward.

"Relax, Patty.” the immoral cleric said softly as he pushed inexorably deeper. "This will save you from incest." The young virgin felt a tearing pain as the elastic barrier tore and, with an almost audible 'plop', her cherry imploded. There was a momentary increase in wetness and heat as her cherry juice surrounded his cock but the priest continued his lascivious assault on the nubile virgin. Slowly but with unfailing lust he penetrated her unfucked grotto, the plastic flesh deforming and enlarging to accept the cunt-stretching invasion.

"Hauuunnnngghh...Ooouuunnhhh sirrrrr?” Patty squealed as she felt him enter her body. "Oooouuuunnnnnhhh sirrr?"

Holding his hairy chest away from her full, firm tits, he continued to thrust into her. Inch by dilating inch he filled her tight little cunt as she willingly surrendered her virginity.

"Oh, Patty! Oohhh yesss!” the man exclaimed as his coarse haired pubis came to rest against the slick wetness of the girl's soft, fuzzy mons. "Oh yes! You were ready alright!"

"But, sir? Oh, Father? Is it really alright? I mean, for you to fuck me? Would it be more of a sin if I let my brother do it? Like, you're a priest?"

"God is helping you, my child. I am his instrument. You'll know if it's alright, if He makes you feel like you're being released from your sinful lust.” and the immoral cleric began to fuck the nubile girl's docile body. Patty lay there, at first, just accepting the not unpleasant reaming of her virgin channel and, very soon, she felt the sensations in her belly that she had felt when her brother had fingered her. Only they were more intense.

"I? I? Ohh, sir? I think it's working? I feel like? Ooohhh sir? Can you go faster?” and as she panted her request, the precociously libidinous thirteen year old began to move beneath her seducer. At first her movements were tentative and, naturally, unskilled. Then, as her innate sexuality took control, her hips undulated and her legs bent and, like a practiced whore, she fucked back as the immoral priest rode her young frame.

"Oh yes, Patty. Oh yes!” the priest moaned as her tight, young cunt alternately clasped and released his throbbing cock. "You needed this, Patty. You would have sinned by doing it with your brother." The girl was much shorter than he and he hooked his elbows under her knees, raised her legs high and opened her to the thrusts of his rampant prick.

Pinned now, the youngster looked up at the priest, her belly churning from the reaming of her tight, first-fucked cunt. Her plump body quivered and shook as she took each progressively harder thrust and she felt the pressure growing in her young, innocent belly.

The thirteen year old lay open and wide-eyed as she felt her inexperienced twat being reamed by the deepthrusting cock. Her shapely, young body was afire with sensation and then the priest pushed harder against her nubile frame. Her lower lip pouted out and she looked up submissively at her immoral seducer as she felt his prick jump and buck inside her first-fucked vagina.

"Sir! Oh, Father!” she cried out when she felt the burning hot gush of gism inundate her young twat. "Oh, sir! Am I makin' yuh Cum? Are yuh goin' inside me?"

"Aaahhhh yeesss... Yeesss my child.” the amoral cleric gasped as he fucked her tight channel and pumped his lust-juice into the softly clinging sheath. "Oohhh yeess Patty. This is what you needed."

Finally he withdrew from her cum-sodden depths but she lay there, legs spread wide and belly still jumping in the aftermath of her first fuck. With a trace of a smile she asked, "Have yuh done this to any other girls, Father? I mean, young ones like me? Have yuh been first with any?"

Seeing the trace of virgin blood that tinted the cum-juice that oozed from her fuzzy pussy, the priest felt a twinge of remorse. "Not before, my child. But you were on the verge of committing a mortal sin. Do you think you can resist your brother's wiles now, Patty?"

"I...I think so, sir? But, like? If I'm tempted, can yuh? Like? Will yuh help me again?” the precocious sexpot asked. She felt satisfied and also got a special thrill from seducing, or so she thought, a priest.