Priestly Promiscuity

Chapter Twenty Two

Taming Tina

Christina was perhaps the most tormented of the hot-blooded young ladies in the convent now that Sister Lisa's torment had ended. She was a petite eighteen year old who had, for four years, watched the after-hours goings on in the dormitory. During her first three years she had been the frequent bedmate of one of the nuns, a very dominant woman who had seduced the tiny girl when she first arrived. At the same time as she was developing the fourteen year old girl's sexuality, she also uncovered and exacerbated a latent and perverse desire to be punished. But she had been transferred to another convent when Mother Ursula took charge so recently, Tina had been only a spectator to the nocturnal liaisons of her schoolmates while her own needs, nurtured and expanded by the immoral nun, went unsatisfied.

Two cherries had been plucked in the confines of the gardener's cottage yesterday and it was only hours after the horny monk had departed when it once more became the site for another possible defloration. Tina had discovered, early in the school year, that it wasn't locked and it had become her place to be alone. At least three times a week, after lights out, she crept from her bed and went there to dream of the pleasures she had enjoyed with the now absent Sister Capello, the same one who had set Sister Susan on course for her triple defloration

.As Father Murphy returned to his room after a visit to the Mother Superior, he heard a whimpering sound in the dark, little cottage. He was horny because Ursula's period had prevented him from relief for the past four days although she promised she would be ready for him tomorrow. The whimpering he heard had the distinct flavour of sexual excitement and he wondered who it might be and what they were doing.

Quietly, he tried the door and it swung open on its still well oiled hinges. He crept silently through the empty kitchen to the single bedroom and there, on the bed and clearly visible because of the bright moonlight, was a naked girl.

Father Murphy had noticed Christina several times since his arrival, mainly because she was a senior who was not one of the discipline problems. She was pretty with dark hair and eyes and high cheekbones that gave her an exotic look. Her mouth was small, like everything else about her, but her lips formed a perfect cupid's bow that enhanced her exotic appearance. And now, for the first time, he saw the rest of her.

Christina was fingering her pussy which, in comparison with the rest of her body, was rather large and she was whimpering in frustration. Although she was able to reach a climax this way and, in fact she was unusually quick on the trigger in that regard, it was unsatisfying. She missed the nun's knowledgeable touch, her skilled kiss and, perhaps more than anything, she missed the way Sister Capello would punish her for every real or imagined misdeed

The priest got an instant erection as he looked at the tiny but pretty and shapely eighteen year old. She was barely five feet tall but it was a perfectly proportioned five feet. Her legs tapered upward from tiny ankles to well muscled calves and then to full, firm thighs. Her hips flared out smoothly from a waist he could have spanned with his two hands and her belly was cutely convex above her heavily bushed, prominent mons. And her breasts which would hardly fill his hands, unlike most of the others around the school, were two perfectly round hillocks topped by cone-shaped areola and thickly projecting nipples. She was tiny, he could see, but she was also well built.

He paused for a moment, wondering if he should interrupt her obvious search for satisfaction. Even though he was, himself, extremely frustrated after being with the lovely Ursula but unable to fuck her, still he had strong reservations about doing anything with the shapely little teenager. He had resolved not to touch any of the girls and believed that God had given him the Mother Superior to protect him from the temptation of their nubile, young bodies.

His brief struggle with his conscience came suddenly to an end when the girl saw him standing in the doorway. He never would know whether he would have resisted the temptation had she not seen him and cried out for, once he was discovered, things moved in a direction that could have only one result.

"Oh Father! Oh!” Christina cried out in dismay and she tried to pull a blanket over her nakedness. "Oh Father. I couldn't help it! Please forgive me?"

"It's not for me to forgive, my child.” the priest said in a deep voice as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "You must be tormented by lust to be doing this. Have you ever sinned with a man, my child? Is that what you were thinking about?"

"Oh no, Father. I've never been with a man. But I've....” and then, with second thoughts about telling him of her special friendship with the nun, she hesitated.

"What have you done, then. Have you been with a woman?" the cleric asked, knowing that it was probably what she was going to say.

¯"Y...y...yes, Father.” Christina replied meekly.

"I think you'd better tell me all about it then, young lady. Who is it?. or was there more than one? And for how long?" He wondered if he could do a repeat on his seduction of Sister Susan. His conscience had fled completely as he sat and looked at the near naked teenager and he knew he would do anything short of using force to relieve himself in her tiny but lovely body.

"It was... uh... Sister Capello, sir. But she's gone now. She was the only one. Since I first came here, Father. She did it to help me. And she punished me, sir. She spanked me to help me control my...my feelings. Are you going to punish me, sir? I need it.... deserve it... And I haven't been.... this year..." As, in a breathless voice she finished her story, the girl let the blanket slip away so that her small, shapely body was completely revealed. This would anger him, she thought, and he'd have to punish her then.

"How old are you, Christina?"

"I'm eighteen, sir. I know I'm small but I'm really eighteen, going on nineteen." She looked up into his eyes and she could see, even in the dim moonlight, that he was staring at her breasts and her pussy. She wondered if priests were like other men and if he lusted for her. The idea did not repel her. He was good looking and had always seemed nice. But she hoped he'd punish her. So she wouldn't think about things like that.

"So, you believe you should be punished, do you?” the cleric asked as he placed a hand on her cutely dimpled, bare navel. What sort of punishment do you expect?"

"Well? Like? Sister Capello always spanked me, sir. That is, when she thought I needed it."

Alright, then, young lady. I guess you'd better lie across my legs so I can spank you.” Father Murphy said, curious about her apparent desire to be spanked but glad for the opportunity to hold her lovely little body.

Tina looked at him with her big, dark eyes as she got up on her hands and knees and then sprawled awkwardly across his thighs. His robe felt rough against her bare flesh but, when he slapped her roundly projecting buttocks, she became conscious only of the heat his spanking generated. At first, as the small young woman lay across his lap, the priest spanked her gently and mechanically. Then, as he watched the pneumatic flesh of her silken ass cheeks jiggle and redden and as he felt her compact body writhe against him, he began to enjoy what he was doing. His pleasure was increased by the soft, whimpering sounds the girl made and he could tell that, even when he spanked her harder, she was enjoying it at least as much as he.

The girl writhed and squirmed as the priest punished her firmly fleshed bottom and, very soon, her wriggling caused his robe to part so that she was lying across his bare thighs. And then, as his robe opened, his erection was suddenly freed to press against her bare hip.

Although she was eighteen, Christina was not very worldly. Her contact with males was limited and, partially because of the way Sister Capello had watched over her during her stay in the convent, she had heard little of the chatter among her classmates. For these reasons the significance of the hot hardness against her bare flesh was not, at first, apparent to her.

But the priest was aware that she was aroused. He knew now that the pretty, young girl was definitely relishing the not too gentle spanking he was administering although Father Murphy's hand was tending to linger now after each stinging slap. He was caressing the firm, reddened flesh of her nicely rounded buttocks and, as well, his other hand had slipped under her chest to cup one of her hard-tipped breast mounds.

Christina had never cried out but rather, at first, she had only whimpered. Now after three or four minutes of the pseudo-punishment, she was still whimpering but she was, at the same time, breathing hard as if she was about to cum. Her thickly bushed, plump mons was grinding on the firmness of his leg as she humped her firmly rounded hips against it.

He became aware of a hot moistness and realized how excited she must be, just as she stiffened momentarily and jerked harder on him. Had he made her cum by spanking her?

"I've spanked you enough now, Christina.” he said as he easily turned her tiny body over so that she was lying on her back across his thighs. Her legs dangled on one side and her head hung down on the other as the girl lay there as if weakened by her punishment. Her breasts were pulled taut by her back-arched position, the conical areola and nipples standing out temptingly from the cup-sized mounds. He rolled one of the rubbery projections between thumb and forefinger and, with a growing understanding of what turned the girl on; he pinched and tugged at the sensitive tip.

The shapely girl looked up at him, her big, dark eyes widening as his pinching fingers sent a thrill coursing from her breast, through her churning belly to her loins. And then his other hand moved caressingly over the firm mound of her belly to her heavily bushed Venus mound before dipping between her thighs to cup her large, soft vulva.

"You're wet, Tina.” he said in a lust choked voice. "Did you cum just then? When I was spanking you?” and as he asked, his fingers played with her large, pulpy-fleshed labia, sending more thrills coursing through the girl's churning belly.

"Hanhh...yunh...yunh...yes Father... I think so, sir? Hanh...hanh... I couldn't help it...hannh... Father Murphy.” she panted as she spread her thighs farther apart to allow his teasing fingers full access to her throbbing, young pussy. "Are you going to punish me for that, sir? Do you think I ought to be spanked some more?"

"I don't believe that will solve your problem, my child.” the horny cleric replied as he eased his middle finger into the portal of the girl's steamy twat, evoking a gasp of surprised pleasure from the excited, young virgin. "Is this giving you those same feelings too?” he asked as he gently massaged the tender opening while, simultaneously, his thumb pressed on her erectly throbbing clitoris.

"Yanh...hanh...y...y...yannhh...” Christina cried out and her small, shapely hips jerked upward against the teasing pressure. "Yannh...Father... it's making me... annhh.... hannhhh...”

The girl's innocent and docile acquiescence was more than the horny priest could resist. He eased her tiny, naked body from his lap, holding her with one hand between her shoulder blades and the other cupped between her loosely parted thighs. He laid her flat on the carpeted floor and knelt over her, his knees levering her short, shapely legs wider apart

As innocent as Christina was, she still knew what was coming next. The priest was going to fuck her. He was going to bury that huge, hard shaft inside her sinful body. He looked like a giant as he loomed over her tiny body and she lay there in apprehensive submissiveness, braced for the certain end to her virginity.

"Take my cock in your hands, Christina. Hold it and rub it against your cunt, my child.” the cleric said in a husky voice. "We will do what is necessary to relieve you of your sinful torment."

After a couple of false starts, the tiny eighteen year old grasped the smooth-skinned, hard shaft with her two hands and, as he lowered his hips to bring the tip closer to her large-lipped pussy, she directed it unerringly between the slick, gaping labia.

"Now rub it, Christina. Place it where it feels best to you.” he said as he pinched and tugged at her achingly swollen nipples. Tentatively, at first, then with increasing assurance, the girl rubbed the hot hardness in her cuntal slit. She soon discovered that the greatest sensation came from its pressure on her throbbing clitoris although she also pressed it to the narrow entrance to her innocent vagina.

The priest looked down at the small, young woman and could see that she was responding to her self-administered titillation. Her grip on his shaft became almost painfully tight as, faster and faster, she rubbed the tip on her cum-trigger until, suddenly, her doll-like body went rigid.

"Hunnh...unnh...hunnh...” she panted and she arched her shapely hips up to him, straining her firm thighs wider apart. Her body seemed to vibrate as breathlessly she brought on her own orgasm by manipulating the hard shaft. And then she collapsed limply beneath him, releasing her grip on the pleasure-giving cock-stem.

For a moment only the whites of her eyes showed and then, as the tension left her body and she lay in the quivering lassitude of her sexual completion, the immoral cleric moved his hips so that the bulbous tip of his throbbingly ready organ was just touching the hot entrance to her cuntal orifice.

"You have a big cunt, Tina. Such a big, soft cunt.” he said softly as he pressed slightly inward. The snug, elastic opening parted before the intruding knob, the soft, fat lips wrapping around its circumference. "I am going to fuck you, my child. I am going to relieve you of your sinful thoughts. Are you ready for it, Christina?"

Looking up at the big man above her, the girl's eyes widened and, with a whimper of surrender, she gasped, "Hannh? Unnh? I don't know, Father? I guess so?"

Almost two inches disappeared in the snug vestibule before he felt the resistance of her hymeneal barrier. Her pulpy cuntlips and the profuse bush of curly pubic hair wreathed the thickness of his shaft. He pushed slowly and inexorably deeper and he saw her pretty face flinch at the growing pain from the assault on her virginity.

"Hannh? Unnnh? Oh, Father? Unnh? Hurts? You're hurting me?” she gasped in a meek but acquiescent complaince. The aching discomfort radiated out from the core of her body and she tried to back away but the unyielding carpet permitted no retreat. Conditioned as she was, however, to getting satisfaction from spanking, the slight pain exacerbated her excitement and she surrendered compliantly to her impending defloration.

"Whuuumphh!” her breath whooshed from her softly parted lips as her cherry imploded and his hard cock was suddenly buried completely within her tiny body.

"Whaaannnhh...” she wailed as her narrow sheath was spread and stretched by the invading shaft. The priest ground against her small, shapely hips, his pubis meshing with the hair-cushioned prominence of her plump mons. He felt the tip bump on the mouth of her womb and the girl was momentarily paralyzed by the deep penetration. Christina strained her short legs wider apart as she attempted to relieve the ache in her loins and, at the same time, she raised her head to look down to where she was joined to the big priest. She saw and felt his thick shaft withdraw partway from her distended vagina, then thrust back in with merciless vigour. Her full buttocks gave an upward tilt to her pelvis and, as her seducer drove into her innocent, young body she was positioned for maximum penetration.

She felt the heavy slap of his balls on her uptilted asscheeks and, as her narrow channel adjusted to the plunging fleshtube, she relaxed beneath him.

"Whunnh...hunnh...whunnh...hunnh...” the tiny girl panted each time he rammed into her softly clinging quim. "Whunnh...unnh...whunnh...” and Father Murphy looked down at the lush teenager with lewd delight..

"Is this helping you, my child?” he asked as he paused with his shaft completely buried within her tight cuntwell and rotated his hips against her furry pelvis. "Will you want another woman after this?"

"Whunnh? Unnh? Unnnhh...Father? Hunnhh...” she gasped, the novel sensations in her belly rendering her unable to speak. The priest lifted his hips away from hers and paused for a moment with only two inches of his cock inside her young twat.

“Whunnhh? Hunnhh? Whunnnh?” she cried out wordlessly in dismay, her aching but hungry fuckwell no longer plugged by the hard, hot rod. And then she arched her small hips, lifting her ass completely off the firm carpet as she drove up at the satisfying shaft. Her pelvis rotated and swivelled around the impaling horn, her swampy-soft vulva sliding wetly against her assailant's groin.

"You really want to be fucked, don't you, baby.” the cleric moaned as he accommodated her obvious need by, once again, resuming the deep, thrusting plundering of her tight, elastic cuntsheath.

"Yunnh...yunnh...yunnh...” Tina panted in mindless assent. "Fuh... fuh... fuhhcckk meee... fuuhhcckk meeee...” she wailed breathlessly as she felt a growing pressure in her loins. "Faah...faah...faahhhssterrr... fuhhcck meee faahhhssterr...” she pleaded as the heat of her approaching orgasm blossomed hotly in her belly.

The feel of her lovely little body combined with her passionate plea and his own frustrating evening to bring on his own climax. He felt the heat in his balls signaling his imminent release and he drove hard into the girl's small, writhing body, his cock-tip once more bumping her cervix. He ground mercilessly against the softness of her fat cuntlips and, as he did, he felt the bulging palpitation of her firm belly.

The first-fucked virgin felt the swelling enlargement of his deeply buried shaft and her short legs rose into the air, angled up and out around the big man's hips. She trembled, shook and then, as her tight cuntsheath clasped him with its orgasmic spasms, her belly was washed by waves of hot, thrilling sensation. It was a climax like no other she had known and, small though she was, her pelvis jerked against his with no regard for the first time expansion of her young, innocent cuntwell.

As he felt the gentle nipping of the girl's sheath, Father Murphy exploded into the hot, tight well. As the first jet of heavy gism blasted into the depths of her body, it triggered a cock-squeezing spasm in her vagina and, at each successive bucking jet, new spasms were initiated. Her tight, inexperienced fuckwell milked the intruding shaft and drew every drop from him and into the fuck-hungry core of her being

The girl's eyes rolled back until only the whites of her eyes were showing and, as her internal spasms abated, she went limp beneath her seducer. The priest let his deflating cock soak in her cum-filled cunt for several minutes before slowly withdrawing

from its delicious, hot snugness.

"I hope that was good for you, my child.” he said in a soft voice. "You were truly marvellous. I hope we can now control your unnatural desires."

"Ooohhhhhh Faaaathhherr...” the sated girl sighed. "I know it will. Can we? Like? When? If I feel tempted again? Will you help me?” she said, innocently inviting him to fuck her again at a later time.

"Oh yes, my child. If you feel the least bit tempted, just let me know. But we must keep this a secret between ourselves and God." Then he helped the fuck-tender, deflowered virgin to her feet and, after she was dressed, they left separately for their respective rooms.

Father Murphy finally accepted that he could not resist this most delightful and exhilarating sin and knelt to pray for forgiveness of his prior sins and his hotly anticipated future sins.