Priestly
Promiscuity
Chapter Thirteen
Ursula’s Undoing
The day after he’d deflowered his adolescent parishioner, Debby Father
Murphy was surprised to have a visit from the Bishop. When he saw him come in
his immediate fear was that the girl had told what he’d done to her. When the
Bishop drew a bottle of single malt whiskey from his cassock Father Murphy
became uneasy for a different reason.
Was the Bishop going to ask him to accept an assignment to this little
parish in the middle of nowhere?
The meeting began awkwardly until Bishop Turck poured them each a stiff
drink and initiated conversation.
“I suppose you’re wondering why the Bishop is calling on a young priest
such as you?
“Uh…yes Bishop. What have I done
to earn such an honour?
“Well Father Murphy, we’re trying to make the Church more appealing to
young people and we’ve decided that this can be best accomplished by having
young people front and centre in our organization. You have performed your assignments
effectively and we want to make you part of a larger program.”
“I’m honoured Bishop…and I’m yours to command.”
“We have just appointed Sister Ursula as Mother Superior for the school
associated with the Heavenly Dove Convent.
She’s older than you but young for the position and we want you to serve
as the priest and help with discipline.
Your associate Brother John will go with you.”
While they drank the bottle of whiskey the Bishop filled him in on the
Heavenly Dove Convent. The teachers were
mainly nuns, young ones with some outside assistance. The students at the
school were a mixture of very sheltered young ladies with parents who were
determined to keep their daughters away from the temptations of regular high
school life along with some who were unruly and rebellious and difficult to
control. Also there were some students who did not live in the Convent.
The buildings were old and on spacious grounds, a church, a
schoolhouse, modest sleeping quarters for students and staff and a two bedroom
gardener’s cottage that was no longer used since the old gardener retired.
Two weeks later Father Murphy and Brother John made their appearance.
Mother Superior Ursula was, at first glance, not very imposing. She was
about five feet, five inches tall and, in her traditional nun's habit, she
appeared to be slender. Father Murphy confirmed right away that she was also
very young for her position. He guessed, correctly, that she was in her early
thirties. She would have been pretty too if she'd used any effort to make
herself that way but, for very good reason, she tried to avoid attracting male
attention. Mother Ursula had not wanted
to be a nun, but her parents would have it no other way. She had every
intention of leaving the Order as soon as her sainted parents departed this
world but, until then, she knew it would result only in her disinheritance. And
they had agreed that they would leave her a tidy sum to carry out any
charitable work she desired. So, as the young woman waited and prayed for
Divine guidance, she was performing excellent work in the Order. And, as a
result of this work, she was also progressing in its hierarchy.
Mother Ursula was also having difficulty with her vow of celibacy.
Unlike Father Murphy, however, she was not faced with regular temptations
except in the form of nubile young ladies. These temptations she had resisted
without much difficulty and she had gained solace from a rather bulky vibrator,
which had been intended for muscular rather than clitoral massage. Its size had
made it easier for the tormented young woman to retain her physical virginity
although, on many occasions, if her comfort device had been smaller and of the
right shape, there is no doubt that it would have been inside her, rather than
outside.
The priest and the monk had similar thoughts as they surveyed the
students at assembly the morning they arrived. Father Murphy no longer had any
moral qualms about taking advantage of his position and Brother John had never
been bothered by such impediments, anyway. They both saw, in the group of some
thirty uniformed girls, at least ten who caused a warming of the blood. At that
time, neither even considered the most vulnerable of the people present for she
was putting on her usual, but not inherently natural, display of authority.
Brother John, because of his size, was designated to be the
disciplinarian. Of course one critical aspect of his size was not readily
apparent, but that only became important in some special circumstances. It was the good priest who achieved the first
immoral success, however. In fact, it was likely 'game over' as soon as they
arrived for Mother Ursula had virtually reached the end of her sexual tether.
If Patty and Debby had been ripe for seduction, then Ursula's cherry was
literally falling off the tree.
The first evening, after 'lights out' in the tightly controlled
institution, she came to the priest's small apartment. It consisted of a tiny
office and an adjoining bedroom that was not much larger. They met, of course,
in the office.
"This is sacramental scotch, Mother Ursula.” he said with a
conspirational smile as he took a bottle of Grant's Best Procurable from his
desk. "Would you care for a nightcap?"
"My goodness, Father Murphy. I didn't know
there was such a thing," she replied with a matching smile. Then, although
she knew that her tolerance for alcohol was very limited, she said, "I
guess, since it's sacramental, I could have a small one."
The nun sat on the desk and the priest sat on the only chair in his
small room as, for the next hour they discussed the school and its problems. At
the same time, the nightcap became a nightgown and maybe even sheets, blankets
and pillow. During this time the priest became more and more appreciative of
the nun's appearance.
Ursula was a blonde with blue eyes and a small but full lipped mouth.
Tonight she was wearing more modern nun's garb of skirt and a blouse that
displayed her trim but shapely figure. As she drank, her eyes brightened and
her face became flushed. Father Murphy noted all this but, at first, he did not
believe her to be a possible candidate for his lecherous designs.
"Tell me, Mother Ursula, how a beautiful young woman like you has
managed to devote her life to such a worthy and Godly cause?" he asked
after the bottle was nearly empty. "Most of your peers are somewhat less
than pleasing to the eye and also rather disagreeable.”
"Oh, Father Murphy. I could say the
same about you. But it was my parents' desire that I do this. And it is
satisfying," she replied, pleased at what he'd said and, after the many
drinks, feeling more than a little bit tipsy. "Why did you enter the
priesthood?"
"Well, Mother Ursula.. Do you mind if I
just call you Ursula when we're here alone?"
"No, Father. That's alright. But what do I call you?"
"Call me Joe," he replied. "Anyway, Ursula, I was an
idealistic young man and, although I've betrayed my ideals since then, this
seemed like a selfless way to accomplish some good."
"I can't believe you've betrayed your ideals, Father… Joe… Why do
you say that?"
"You just don't know me," he replied as he deliberated on
what he should tell her. He could see that she was feeling the drinks, as he
was also, and he wondered if this nun might be like Sister Susan. "I have
taken advantage of my position, Ursula. In very sinful ways.
I pray that God understands that he demands too much of us when he calls
for...you know? There is a strong
movement for a married clergy, Ursula."
His statement sent a jolt through the virgin nun. This cleric seemed to
be telling her that he was breaking his vow of celibacy. Maybe she was not
alone when she was regularly consumed by fleshly desires?
"I'm not sure that I understand, Father...Joe? Are you telling me that? Like? Have you broken your vow of
celibacy?"
"Yes, Ursula. Several times. I've even used
the confessional as a vehicle for my sinful ends. And even one as pure and immaculate as you
arouses the most unpriestly
thoughts in me, I am ashamed to say."
The young Mother Superior was suddenly uneasy but also flattered that
she was having such an effect on the rather handsome priest. The alcohol
combined with her companion's confession of his transgressions gave the nun a
feeling of intimacy towards him and she blurted out, "Oh, Joe. I'm not
alone then. I too have had difficulty with my vow of chastity. Perhaps they are right and we should be
allowed to marry? At
least, some of us?"
The prurient priest placed his hand on her knee as he replied,
"Have you been with another of God's men, then, Ursula? Or was it with a
layman?" and he smiled inwardly at the unintentional pun.
"Oh no, Joe. I didn't mean that. It's
just that I...like? I have sinful thoughts and...and? Like?
I do things to myself?"
The priest felt his organ swelling as he visualized the slender blonde
masturbating. "Well, Ursula? I've done that too. Perhaps we should? Like?
We could help each other, couldn't we?" and as he spoke, his hand slid
higher on her thigh beneath her skirt.
The nun made no move to escape and her belly churned from his touch.
She looked at him, her big, blue eyes wide, as he stood. "Father Murphy? I
don't know? I don't think we should? Should we? I've never done anything like
that, Joe?" she said in a weak, quavering voice. "I...I... I just
don't know?"
"It will help you, Mother Ursula.” the priest said in a soft,
persuasive tone. "You will be able to better concentrate on God's work if
you are not tormented by fleshly desires. I know, sister. After I have
transgressed, I am a more effective servant of God. And I am sure that He
understands.”
The nun was as docile and compliant as any of his teenaged conquests
and, her loins aching with suppressed sexuality, her judgment clouded by the
scotch, she let him ease her to a horizontal position on the desk. His hand slid caressingly up her firm, silky
thigh and she arched her hips acquiescently so that he could remove her
panties.
"Oohhh, Father Murphy?" she sighed as she lay
back, her legs dangling over the edge of the desk. "Are you sure it's all right? OOHHH JOE!!!" and she cried out with
surprise as his fingers pressed skillfully on her silken haired pussy.
"Oh yes, Ursula. This will help us both." he said as he
unbuttoned her blouse. "And I can tell that you are in need of solace,
sister. You are wet with the evidence of that need," and he found her
erect clitoris with his fingers and began to stroke her swollen cunt slit.
The woman raised her shoulders and let him unfasten her brassiere,
baring her aching breasts to his touch. Her nipples were already fully engorged
and surprisingly large and, as he continued the dual assault on her pussy and
breasts, she relaxed in an alcohol-induced euphoria. She was hardly aware when
he wormed his hips between her knees and easily wedged her firm thighs wider
apart.
Mother Superior Ursula was lying with her skirt bunched above her hips,
her blouse open and her brassiere around her neck. The priest's robe gaped open
now and his erect organ projected outward, almost touching her wetly swollen
labia.
"Does this feel good to you, Ursula?” he asked softly as he eased
the tip of his throbbing weapon into the slick crevice. "Will we be able to comfort you,
sister?"
"Yessh…annh...yessh..” the virgin nun moaned,
her drink- thickened tongue slurring her words. "Yessh,
Joe... I feel so warm and..." and her words ended as she felt the approach
of a climax. The skillful cleric waited
patiently as he aroused the Mother Superior to the verge of orgasm, then carefully avoided taking her over the edge.
"Hannh...Father Murphy?
Joe? What about you? Like? Annnhh... How do I help you?" the nun asked
breathlessly as she gave herself up to the delightful sensations the skillful
priest was engendering in her virginal body. "Should I touch you,
too?"
"Not yet, Ursula. You are giving
me great pleasure like this. But, maybe later," he replied. For almost ten minutes he tormented her thus
and, in her innocence, the nun made no demand that he take her to her climax.
Ursula had not noticed when the priest’s finger was replaced by the
hot, slick tip of his cock and now he was easily sliding it up and down the
soft, snug crevice of her vulva.
Gradually and with increasing frequency he was inserting the tip into
the hot aperture that led to her inner body.
She was, he knew, ready now for the final assault on her innocence but
after what she had so readily allowed him to do he expected that she had done
this before. If she wanted to pretend to be a virgin, however, he was willing
to play along.
"You really want to be fucked, don't you, Mother Ursula," he
stated. "You want to feel a
priestly cock inside your hot, juicy cunt, don't you." he said softly,
guessing correctly that her excitement would be enhanced by the added
salaciousness of his crude words but assuming, incorrectly, that she had
experienced many such sexual encounters as this.
"Hanh... Father... hanh... wh. wh. what are you saying?" the
virgin nun panted, her belly churning at the unfamiliar sound of his lewd
words. "You... hanh...shouldn't...hanh...talk like that?"
"But it's true, isn't it Ursula? Your cunt is throbbing, isn't it?
You want a cock in it, don't you?" and with that statement, he tried to
push into the vestibule of her vagina.
Lying on her back with her legs splayed and dangling over the edge of
the desk, the Mother Superior was completely open and vulnerable to the immoral
priest's designs. "Hunh? Unnh? Father?" she
gasped as she felt the painful pressure against her hymen. He paused briefly in
surprise. The nun was a virgin. But he had no intention of stopping.
"Hunngh Uuunngghhh UNNNGGHHH!!!" she
grunted loudly as, with a firm thrust the priest pushed hard against the tender
barrier and felt it rupture.
As Father Murphy’s throbbing shaft punctured Mother Superior Ursula’s
sacred hymen and he felt the heat of her cherry-juice bathe his cock, he pushed
all the way into her hot fuckwell. The nun gasped loudly at the brief pain and
then the delightfully tight softness of her vagina enclosed him.
"Hunnnnghh Annnhh Father Murphy? Hannhh What have you done?" the slender blonde nun cried out
as the finality of his penetration registered on her drink-fogged brain. "Ohhhh Joe? Oohhh nooo..You've
made me..it's a sin.."
The priest hooked his elbows
under her knees and, as she lay there in deflowered submission, he began to
thrust slowly in and out of her tight, hotly clinging sheath. "It's all
right, Ursula. He understands. As long as we keep it in the Church. I thought you had
learned that before, Sister." As he continued to fuck the nun, he reached
down to rub her hard clitoris and, after the extended stimulation of their
foreplay, the woman was suddenly taken over the top.
"Oh yes, Sister. Cum. Cum, Ursula," he said softly as he felt
the unmistakable contractions of her virgin sheath. Her hips jerked and
twitched and her flat belly bulged and palpitated as her loins were washed by
the burning heat of her orgasm. As she
whimpered breathlessly beneath him, the horny cleric continued to plough the
soft, wet furrow of her first-fucked cunt while he tugged at her large,
sensitive nipples.
"Hannh, Father Murphy?" the devirginated Mother Superior
panted as she gradually regained her senses.
"Are you sure, Joe? Is it all right? Have you done this with
others? I mean, other nuns?" Her body was limp now but her hips still
twitched in an unbidden response as the priest kept on fucking her tight, wet
cock-scabbard.
"Oh yes, Ursula. And we're
not done yet," he said as he wrapped his arms around her and, without
allowing his cock to escape from her snug sheath, he lifted her off the desk. The nun, with instinctive reaction, wrapped
her legs around his hips as, still coupled to her, he knelt and eased her to
the floor.
The now deflowered Mother Superior looked up submissively at the big
priest as he supported his upper body away from hers with outstretched arms.
Her shapely legs relaxed their grip on his hips and spread loosely as he began
to slowly fuck her slack, docile body.
"I never thought a woman as lovely as you could get through her
novitiate without being fucked, sister. You need this, you know. You need to
learn what it is like in order to understand the nuns in your charge. And those
schoolgirls, too," he added as he thought about the opportunity those
nubile youngsters provided.
"But Joe?” she said in a drink-slurred but timid voice. "Ishn't it? Like? Aren't we shinning? Ishn't this evil fornication?" But, even as she voiced her
doubts, she felt a renewal of lust in her belly and her shapely hips began to
shift beneath him.
"God understands, Ursula.
It is our reward for our other sacrifices. He makes us this way. You
enjoy it, don't you?"
"Oh yessh, Joe. I do. But?” she
said, not sure whether she should believe him or not.
"You are good Ursula. God gave you a marvelously tight cunt to
hold my cock and squeeze it. You're going to find out in a moment how your body
will make me release my lust into you. And I hope it will be another delight
for you, too," the horny cleric said as he picked up his tempo.
As the first-fucked nun felt the hard shaft moving in and out of her softly clinging sheath, her hips moved with increasing vigour in time with her seducer's thrusts. She learned quickly and soon her pelvis was tilting and rocking so that she gained the maximum friction from his plunging prick and the pressure of another climax built rapidly in her hot-blooded, long-hungering loins.
"Joe? Oh Joe? It'sh going to happen again?
I can feel it cumming?” she panted, and the big priest's chest lowered
so that he was lying, full weight, on her slender body. Her legs rose
vertically into the air and then locked around his hips as he ground hard
against her open vulva, pushing in as deep as he could go.
"That's it, Ursula. That's it. Fuck me, Sister," he moaned as
he cupped her firm buttocks and drew her closer. "Are you ready? Are you
going to cum?" he panted as he hammered her fast and hard.
"Hunh yunh yunh!! It'sh
cumming!! Hunh!! It'sh cumming againnn!!!!" the nun panted as the first spasms
gripped her. And then, with a loud gasp, she convulsed with an even more
intense orgasm than her first. As he
felt the tight contraction of her sheath on his cock, the priest pushed as deep
as he could go and his pent-up gism surged from his balls, through the length
of his bucking shaft, to explode wetly into the dark depths of the nun's body.
"Hanh? Hannh?" she gasped as she felt the wet
heat inundating her virgin fuckwell and her hips jerked spasmodically up at
him. With novice skill she instinctively rocked her pelvis and milked the
spurting lava from the priest into her bucking, twitching loins. Then, with a
whimpering sigh, she went limp beneath him.
"Oh yes, Ursula. Yes," the cleric sighed as he felt her tight
sheath milking him. "You are good, baby. Marvelous." He raised once more from her heaving breasts and, with long,
slow strokes, used her clinging cunt to drain the last drops from his prick.
They were silent, except for their laboured breathing, until the newly
deflowered nun looked up at her seducer and said softly, "I hope God will
forgive ush, Father? It wash?
Like? It musht be a shin?"
"It is God's way.” the immoral cleric said as his cock wilted
within the soft wetness of her body. "Now you will understand how your
charges feel when their desires get out of hand. And we can do this again,
Sister. When you feel the fires within you becoming a
problem."
By the time the nun left his room, a half hour later, she was convinced
that he was right. He had shown her how she could devote more of her time to
God's work without the distraction of unsatisfied sexual desire and she was
sure it was God's intent that this should happen.
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