Priestly Promiscuity

Chapter Twenty Eight

Sherry Submits

When Father Murphy returned he was unaware that Brother John had figuratively anointed him with cuckold horns although if he’d known he would not have been very concerned. Now that he’d surrendered to his lustful desire for nubile nymphets the nun’s dalliance wouldn’t have bothered him. But anyway, he had an unknown admirer.

Sherry was another of the buxom nymphet’s that seemed to be the mainstay of the convent's clientele. She was a short, dark haired, busty fourteen year old. And, to her, Father Murphy was the epitome of maleness. He was handsome, big, stern and commanding.

Sherry was the only child of a young, single parent mother. When she was twelve, her mother, for the only time since Sherry's father abandoned them ten years earlier, had a live-in boyfriend. He, like the priest, was big and handsome and the young girl had become very attached to him, the only man she'd ever been close to.

The impressionable youngster had immediately discovered that he and her mother did more than sleep when they went to bed. After she had seen her mother being fucked once she had watched them at every opportunity and she had also quickly discovered that she could give herself wonderful feelings by touching herself between her legs.

Her mother's friend soon noticed that the cute, pubescent girl was precociously well developed and he had begun to find ways to touch and feel her young body. Sherry had liked this and, one day when they were alone together, he had taken her onto his lap. When her mother arrived home, they were both too engrossed in what he was doing to her to hear her come in the house.

She found Sherry, sprawled on the man's thighs, her panties hanging on one ankle and her legs spread as, for the third time since he'd begun, he was fingering the young girl to an orgasm.

Shocked and dismayed, her mother had had packed her boyfriend out of the house and her daughter off to the convent. The expected immersion in religious piety had not occurred, however. Her rapidly developing daughter had been the innocent but unresisting partner for a succession of older and worldlier classmates. But the tender but sinful embraces of other budding, young sexpots did not satisfy her. The girl was seeking a father figure but after her brief experience with her mother’s boyfriend, her feelings were decidedly incestuous.

The fourteen year old had heard the rumours about Father Murphy and the Mother Superior. In a sense, the situation was a parallel to the one that had existed at home. The Mother Superior, like her own mother, was being fucked by the man the young girl adored. Sherry was not only physically ripe for the picking but also was mentally and emotionally vulnerable to any assault on her virtue by the priest.

Last night her friend, June, had told her that the priest had fucked Christine. He had, according to the story that was making the rounds of the school, spanked her and then broken her cherry with his Godly `staff'. June, like Sherry, was a virgin, so her tale was a mix of fact and supposition. Christine, however, had reportedly been raised to a state of heavenly bliss by the experience and was telling everyone that she was going to steal Father Murphy away from Mother Ursula.

Sherry was burning with jealousy and today she decided she would confess her more intimate transgressions and, possibly, her thoughts. Father Murphy was more than ten tears older than she so she knew he could not yet treat her as he had Christine but at least he could introduce her to the male discipline she had never had. Not the screaming recriminations nor the angry slaps of her mother but the stern, level-headed punishment that she imagined a father would have given.

"Oh, Father...I have sinned... I have sinned with June,” she confessed as she knelt in the small cubicle.

"And how have you sinned, my child?” the priest asked in a deep voice, looking more closely at the short, buxom teenager who knelt before him. He was not supposed to be looking at her but, for years, he had always made sure there was a suitable opening in the divider so he could see the person confessing to him.

"We sleep together, Father... That is? Like? Not sleep, but?"

"You mean that you commit the sin of Sodom?” he asked, knowing full well that this was the case. This girl was younger than most who confessed this transgression but, as he looked down the open neck of her blouse he could see that she was no longer built like a child.

"Yes Father... and there's been others. Like, I can't say no, Father. And I know it's bad, but?...but? I also have bad thoughts about you, Father? I need to be punished, don't I, sir?"

"I don't know what you mean, my child. I think we'd better talk about this outside the confessional. You may need other guidance. Come to the gardener’s cottage in an hour and bring your rosary. I will pray for God's direction and we can talk about your sins."

Sherry felt triumphant. This was where he'd taken Christine, according to what she'd heard. He must be planning to fuck her too. She would show him that, even if she was three years younger, she was grown up and she could be as good for him as Christine. And now she would be able to know why her mother got so excited and happy when she was fucked.

It was mid-afternoon when she arrived at the gardener’s cottage. It was Saturday so there were no classes other than the usual religious instruction. Sister Lisa, with a knowing smile, had excused her for her appointment. She was sure that the ripe, young teenager would not wait as long as she to learn about the joys that a man could provide and she wondered if the priest had already been teaching this cute, buxom youngster about such things.

"Well now, my child, did you bring your rosary?” the priest asked as the young girl sat nervously on the edge of the gardener’s bed.

"Oh, Father Murphy? I forgot. I'm sorry. Should I go to get it?” Sherry replied in a meek voice. Now that she was actually in the gardener’s cottage, she was wishing she hadn't been so bold.

"We'll let it pass for today, Sherry.” he said, a stern expression on his face. "It's more important to find out if you feel remorse over what you've done. What sort of thoughts do you have about me, Sherry?”

The girl leaned back on her elbows and, looking up at the big, handsome man in his priestly robes, she smiled sexily as she replied, "Well, Father... I...I... Like? I sometimes pretend you're with me... Like? You know? When I'm in bed with June?"

"Have you ever been in bed with a man...a boy?” the cleric asked, his organ swelling with lust.

"Oh, no, Father. Except, like, my mom's boyfriend...he...like? He got me on his lap and...like? He touched me down here...” and she spread her short, shapely thighs apart and placed her hand on her groin. "I think he'd of done more, too, sir, but Mom caught us. That's why she sent me here... She said I needed discipline."

"How old are you, Sherry?"

"I'm fourteen, Father Murphy. I know I ain't as old as Christine but I'm bigger up here.” and the young would-be sexpot hefted her heavy breasts. "I'm big enough and I'm old enough. Are yuh gonna? Like? You know? Like yuh done with Christine?” the adolescent asked as she thrust her large breasts out, invitingly.

The priest was shocked. He had not expected that the other girl would tell what he'd done. "But, my child, if we did anything like that and Mother Ursula found out, we'd both have to leave the convent?"

"I ain't gonna tell, sir. I like you and, like, I never had a father. You can show me, can't yuh?"

The priest had no longer had any moral qualms. This ripe, young, lush-bodied girl was offering herself to him. She claimed to be a virgin, which he doubted, but whether she was or not, she was certainly appealing.

"I don't know, Sherry? I think you're too young? Maybe I can help you another way? Why don't you get undressed and show me exactly what you do with June...and your other friends?"

Sherry felt a thrill of anticipation. She was sure that when she showed the priest how grown up her body was that he'd make a real woman out of her. Getting to her feet, she removed her blouse and skirt which was all she had worn for this meeting.

"Whaddya think, Father?” she asked as she stood, naked and shameless before him. "Do I look old enough, now?” and she thrust out her large, firm breasts.

“You didn't tell me exactly what happened in bed, young lady. You must confess everything before God. And then we can determine what your penance should be. Now, tell me everything."

The fourteen year old was suddenly frightened and she cowered timidly as the big, tall priest stood over her. She looked up at him and wondered if she'd be as afraid of her father as of this dark-robed man. "I...I? Like? We touched each other and we kissed, too, Father.” she said in a barely audible voice.

"Where, Sherry? Where did you touch? And where did you kiss?"

"Uh? Like? Uh? Here, Father?” she stammered as she indicated her lower abdomen.

"You mean on your cunt?” he said in an intimidating voice. "You mean you kissed her cunt? And the other girl kissed yours too?"

The fourteen year old felt an electric thrill of fear and shock at the priest's apparent anger and his use of the word 'cunt'. Her lower lip trembled and she leaned back on her elbows, looking up timidly at the big man. "I? I? That is? Oh Father? I'm sorry?"

Her position served to emphasize the size and firmness of her large, young breasts. The horny cleric reached out to heft the pliant, heavy globes, looking down to see the bulge of her plump, hairless mons with the beginning of her cuntal slit just visible between her slightly parted thighs.

"You look old enough in some ways, my child. But you are still smooth down there.” he said as one hand slid down over her convex belly to dip between her thighs. "Now, lie down and show me what June does...and tell me how it makes you feel."

The buxom adolescent suddenly became uncharacteristically shy. She had never been naked in front of a man. Nervously, she lay on her back on the bed and, cupping herself between her legs, she said, hesitantly, "She? Like? She puts her hand down here, at first? Like, she sort of rubs me? And she plays with my bubs, too. And she gets me all wet, like I am already, Father.” she added with a flirtatious smile.

The priest watched with lewd fascination as the full bodied youngster squeezed her pneumatic tit-globes and rubbed her hairless, young pussy. "And what do you do then, my child?” he asked.

"Uh, like? I do the same for her, sir. And she gets wet down there, like I am. And? And? Like? We kiss each other? Down there, I mean? Until we...like? You know? Until it happens?"

"Until what happens, Sherry?"

"You know, Father? She makes me cum. I get all hot and squishy and I can't keep still. Is that how it feels when a girl? Like? When a girl gets? You know? When she gets it from a man?"

The priest dropped his robe and the teenager's eyes bugged out as she saw, for the first time, a male organ. "You mean when a man fucks her? Do you know what a man does when he fucks a girl?” the priest asked as he sat on the bed beside the nervously watching girl.

"Uh? Well? Uh, not 'zackly, Father? I? I? I seen my mom gettin' it, sir, but? The girls tole me that he puts his thing? Like, that? Inside her?” she stammered as she pointed at his erect penis. "But I din't know it was so big? It must hurt somethin' awful? Is that really what happens, Father?” the juvenile asked, quaking at the thought.

Looking at the cute girl's full lipped mouth, the immoral priest replied, "Yes, Sherry. But it doesn't hurt...except maybe the first time, for a moment. But they also kiss the man, too. I want you to kiss me like you kiss June."

"Oh, Father! You mean? Like? Put my mouth on your thing? Like, kiss it? Oh Father, do girls really do that?"

"That's what you do for a man if you really want him to like you.” the priest said, knowing by now that the adolescent was anxious to have his approval. "She takes it all into her mouth and she sucks on it. And I'd like you to do that for me, Sherry.” he told her in a soft, gentle voice as he pushed her head down towards his groin.

Sherry wondered what it would be like. The priest's cock, which was what she'd heard the girls call a man's thing, was smooth except for theveins that sort of circled it. She licked her red lips nervously and parted them slightly as she bent closer to it. Then she backed away as the long cylinder jumped, her eyes looking at the cleric as he lay back on the bed.

"Come on, Sherry, suck my cock. It's not God's way to do that to another girl but, doing it with a man makes up for that."

Gingerly she pressed her lips against the hooded tip and, when she did, it jumped again, a purple, shiny knob popping out of the surrounding skin. And then his hands were on her head and he was pushing her closer.

The girl's lips were forced apart by the hot, hard tip of the penis and, as her head was pulled firmly closer, she reluctantly opened her mouth and let his cock enter. As the smooth, slick knob pushed against her tongue, her lips instinctively wrapped snugly around the shaft and she looked up at the priest as if seeking approval.

"That's good, Sherry. That's great.” the cleric sighed appreciatively, cupping her heavily hanging breasts and squeezing them. "You look like a woman now, Sherry, with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Now suck on it, baby, and take it all inside."

The young teenager felt a strange stirring in her belly as she tried valiantly to get her lips down to the base of the smooth-skinned cylinder. "Glaannhh... aanngghh...” she gagged when the tip bumped on the roof of her mouth at the entry to her throat and she quickly pulled away.

"I...I can't, Father? It chokes me.” she gasped. "It's too big?"

Holding her head again, he drew her closer and this time her mouth opened willingly to let him enter. "Suck on it, Sherry. Take as much as you can and suck on it.” he said encouragingly as his hands worked on her large tits and, between her legs, he fingered her slippery, hairless young pussy©[1].

The fourteen year old felt a sense of satisfied triumph that she was so obviously pleasing her priest and, as his hands teased her flesh, she also felt the growing excitement in her juvenile loins. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the mouthfilling shaft and, carefully this time, she managed to get her lips right down to the root of his cock.

The innocent adolescent looked up with her big, brown eyes and delightedly she heard him say, "Oh yes, Sherry. Oh yes! That's wonderful, my child. Wonderful. You're the best cocksucker I've had."

Encouraged by his words and incited by his fondling fingers, the teenager moved her head up and down, enjoying the feel of the thickly veined fleshpole sliding through her opened lips and over her tongue. Then, after a minute or so, he pushed her head away.

"I think you may be old enough to fuck, my child.” the horny, immoral priest said. "Do you still want to try?"

"Uh? Uh? I dunno? Will it hurt, Father? Are yuh gonna put that into me? All the way?"

"Lie on your back, Sherry. Lie on your back and spread your legs apart. If it hurts and you want me to stop, just tell me.” he said although he knew he wouldn't stop once he got inside her lush, young body.

The buxom virgin did as he directed, looking apprehensively at the hard and, to her eyes, hugely projecting shaft between his legs. He mounted between her widely spread thighs and brought the tip of his cock, shiny wet from her saliva, against the puffy softness of her labia.

The large breasted young girl looked up at the priest with a smile, asking, "Was Christine a virgin like me, Father? Didja think you'd wanta fuck me when I first got here?” and she tilted her pelvis. Bravely the juvenile temptress braced for the unknown, determined now to show him that she was mature, despite her age. "Have yuh done it to anyone as young as me? Have yuh, Father, huh?"

The unprincipled cleric pushed the knob of his cock into the hot, wet orifice, the tender, soft fleshfolds parting to enclose the bulbous tip. The challenging smile on the young girl's face gradually was replaced by a frown of concern as she felt the distending pressure of entry. Now, despite the mature shape of her buxom body, she looked like the teenager that she was. The white ribbons on her dark hair added to the impression and, as he looked down at the hairless, bulging plumpness of her mons and her shiny, fat cuntlips, he paused.

"Yer not gonna hurt me are yuh, sir?” the girl asked as she felt the slight aching sensation from the pressure on her hymen. "It's sorta? Like? It's hurtin' me a bit, Father?”

The priest hooked his elbows under her knees and lifted her short legs so that the young girl was spread wide open beneath him. She bit her lower lip apprehensively and her big eyes widened as the pressure on her inviolate vestal shield increased.

“N.n.no? No!” she gasped in sudden fright as her determination to become grown up dissolved at the fear of being skewered by the hard shaft. "N.n.no, Father? I don't wanna do it now? I'm scairt?” she whimpered. "Yuh better stop? Please stop?"

Even the most principled of men could not have stopped at that point and the priest was certainly not the most principled of men. Relentlessly he pushed into her, stretching the tough, elastic obstacle while the susceptibly opened teenager flinched at the increasing pain. Her wide hips writhed as, helplessly, she tried to escape.

"Hunnngghh...Uunngghh...UUNNNGGHH!” she cried out as a sharp pain shot through her adolescent loins, her cherry bursting and the hard fuckpole thrusting inexorably deeper into her narrow vaginal channel. "Hannnhh ... whaaannnhh...” she whined as she felt her sheath being achingly expanded by the thick, long tool.

The priest felt his usual sense of lascivious triumph as her hymen split and her hot, vestal blood was added to the wetness of her juicy cuntal canal. Looking down, he watched as his throbbing organ disappeared into the delicious tightness of her tender, young body until he was grinding against the hairless softness of her dilated labia. Then, fully buried in the depths of her juvenile cunt, he remained motionless.

"There, Sherry. There. You're a woman now. Did it hurt much? Does it still hurt?” he asked solicitously, relishing the way her young body clasped his cock, looking lustfully at her large, upthrust breast mounds.

"Unnh...uh? Ooohhhh Father? I dunno? It's? Like? Ooohhh sirr?” and the deflowered virgin looked down to where his pelvis was welded to hers, feeling the scratchiness of his pubic hair on her tender, smooth vulva. She felt as if she was being split apart but, despite the deep ache from being dilated by his fucktool, it was a strangely erotic sensation.

The priest released her legs and they flopped out loosely. Then, after a moment, he began to slowly fuck the buxom adolescent with short, gentle strokes. "You're wonderful, Sherry. You look so beautiful like this. And you feel so good to me. Do you want me to stop?"

The buxom juvenile's body adjusted rapidly to the expansion of her narrow fuckwell and, as the friction on her cock-stretched cuntwalls sent thrilling sensations through her innocent loins, she smiled up at him. "Oh no, Father. Oh no. I want you to...like? I want you to fuck me as long as you want. I like it, Father."

The immoral cleric moved higher on the girl's short, buxom body and began to fuck her with full-length strokes. Her first-fucked vaginal channel clung to his shaft as he withdrew, the pink, inner flesh extruding outward, then folding inward as he thrust back into her. He reached down to her sleek, shiny vulva and, with his fingers, he teased the sensitive lips and the tiny, hard clitoral bud.

"Tell me when you're ready to cum™ my child.” he said, his other hand mauling the delightful pliancy of her large, pneumatic breasts. "Tell me so I can cum with you."

The teenager's face had an expression of intense concentration as she felt the growing heat in her abdomen. It was like when she was kissed there, only more intense. The emptiness she felt when she masturbated was replaced by a satisfying fullness and, as the priest thrust in and out, her wide hips began to heave awkwardly up to him.

"Hunnh?...Unnh...unnnh? I? I? I think it's cumming, Father?” she panted and, as she did, he felt her cuntsheath contract, signaling her imminent orgasm. He immediately picked up his tempo, hammering her young, buxom body, making her large breasts jiggle and bounce. And then her belly bulged and she gasped breathlessly as her loins were washed by the intense heat of her climax.

When her fuckwell clamped even tighter on his cock, the horny cleric drove deeply into her and his own orgasm began. The innocent youngster felt the hard, skewering shaft jump inside her distended sheath and, just as her own ecstasy was abating, she felt the hot wetness flooding inside her cuntal cavity.

"Wh.wh.whaannh...whaaat?” she cried out in surprise. But she lay, open and acquiescent, as his full weight came down on her firm, pillowing tits and his hands clasped her big, firm asscheeks to pull himself even deeper into her first-fucked body. She felt the big, hard shaft jerk and buck inside her distended channel as the lava-like gism inundated her juvenile body. Her tender mons was bruised by the grinding pressure and, helplessly, she lay open beneath her seducer as he filled her with his lustful sperm.

"My God, Sherry.” the priest panted. "You're old enough for sure. Your cunt is milking me like a soft, hot hand. Was it good for you, my child? Is it as good as with a girl?"

"Hannh?? Annnh? Oohhh Father? Wh.What did you do? Oohhh yesss, Father? But, what did you do in me?"

"I went off, Sherry. And your hot, little cunt helped me. Don't you know what a man does?"

"N.n.no, Father? You didn't? Like? You didn't pee in me, didja?” the now limp youngster asked. At this point, she didn't really care. It had been so complete and satisfying. As he raised his upper body from her heaving breasts, she smiled sexily and asked, "Was I as good as Christine? Or Mother Ursula?"

"You were great, Sherry. But you need to know...like, you need to know more. Come back here tonight, my child. You can kiss me down there again and I'll show you what a man does when he cums."

The fourteen year old was a bit wobbly on her legs when she arose from her prone, first-fucked position. She felt mature and satisfied and wanted to tell the others what had happened. Father Murphy warned her not to, however, so she said nothing.