Priestly Promiscuity

Chapter Thirty Two

The Crash

It should not be surprising that Catholic priests, nuns, monks and even some schoolgirls gave immoderate consideration to the Christian morals and ethics of sexual intercourse with little or no thought of God’s intended purpose, procreation.

Father Murphy and Brother John had lucked out. They had their own private harem made up of not only naively acquiescent Sisters as well as their Mother Superior but also a host of mostly innocent and submissive young schoolgirls. In hindsight they would regret that they had not sometimes given up the special body to body contact that barepole sex provides for the security of a condom. But although they were becoming increasingly experienced as they coupled with their compliant partners neither they or their consorts were worldly and condoms were not thought of.

Joe and John and Ursula had almost three months of freedom to enjoy God’s sensual gift before the roof began to cave in.

It all started when Annette visited the convent to claim that her housemaid Vicki was pregnant by the priest. This led to several days of carefully concealed negotiations but the Bishop, who arbitrated, assisted by Vicki’s naïve but truthful testimony, was able to cast significant doubt on the parentage of the child she carried. Annette was mortified but the out-of-session settlement which included several private audiences with Brother John salved her hurt. Mr. Crisp, perhaps the true father not only lost further access to the delightful services of their housemaid but had to put up with his wife’s constant reminders of his illicit liaison.

But the knocking up of a housemaid wouldn’t have endangered the cozy intimacies that the priest and his assistant were enjoying. The causes for the house of cards to tumble were the two siblings, overweight Sally and her busty older sister, Jan.

They both complained to Doctor Starke, the elderly physician who held a daily clinic at the convent that they had the flu, ‘sort of’. They were sick in the morning. The doctor heard this and remembered similar complaints from Mother Ursula, Sister Sarah and most recently, Sister Lisa. He’d been practicing medicine for almost forty years and he had a sudden disturbing suspicion.

As their physician it was easy to do pregnancy tests on all five without their knowledge of what he was testing. The result shocked him. All four of them, the Mother Superior, Sister Lisa, Sister Sarah and the two teenaged students were pregnant.

“Father Murphy, I’m turning to you for advice since I can’t tell this to Mother Ursula or the bishop. There are five pregnancies in the convent including two schoolgirls. I need you advice on how to proceed.

“Oh God,” the priest exclaimed with a sickening feeling in the pit of his belly. First Doctor, who are they?

“It’s young Jan and her younger sister Sally, Sisters Sarah and Lisa and, God help me, Mother Ursula.”

“How far along are they?”

“I can only guess but two months or at most, three.”

The priest was desperately trying to guess if any other than Ursula were pregnant by him. Yes, Jan would be carrying his child too. In fact the priest was not the cause of any of the pregnancies or at least they weren’t from his sperm. The virile monk had knocked up all five.

“Leave it with me Doctor Starke. And if you suspect any others, let me know. I’ll decide on the best way to proceed but I’m sure you know that this demands total discretion. Don’t tell anyone including your pregnant patients.”

The priest was worried. How would they avoid the inevitable scandal if this got out? Or even criminal charges since the schoolgirls were not legal prey? But the thought that he probably was fathering at least two children sent a thrill through his avowedly celibate loins. And the sisters, Jan and Sally were not just ordinary schoolgirls. They were the daughters of the Bishop’s housekeeper. Oh God! How much trouble was he in?

The buxom Fourteen year old girl Sherry had her last period fourteen days ago, seven days before she’d willingly surrendered her chastity to the handsome priest. It had been wonderful, even better than she’d hoped for but after a week of yearning for a repeat session she came to the confessional with the hope that Father Murphy would once more give her the intense pleasure of his most intimate caress.

As Father Murphy studied the youngster in the confessional his eyes traced over the swelling mounds of her breasts, pushing out the white cotton blouse. Her dark hair swept around her chubby, girlish face and as she knelt he could see the swell of naked buttocks under her short, plaid skirt. The priest felt a rush of pleasure sweeping through him, his cock leaped in awareness and he could feel it growing along his leg. He felt an almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and knead the enticing cheeks of her plump buttocks in his hands.
 
"Are you all right, Father Murphy?"
 
The young schoolgirl’s eyes flicked over his form as he opened the screen, and rested briefly and a trifle daringly on the tremendous bulge of his cock under his cassock, before returning to his face.
 
The schoolgirl’s heady perfume wafted over to him, reminding him of the scent of her virginal excitement a week ago when he’d fucked her. He couldn't keep his eyes off her plump legs where the short skirt revealed all but the vee of her thighs. The smooth line of her chunky legs tapered to a womanly expanse of thigh and the whole sweep from hip to ankle intensely arousing.
 
"I want to kiss you!"
 
Father Murphy's mouth dropped open and remained there a second before he had the presence of mind to close it. He looked at Sherry's face, but her expression was inscrutable, as if not a word had been said. What kind of girl was she? Had he not felt and seen the irrefutable evidence of her virginity last week he’d think she was a loose limbed slut. 
 
"Do you really want to kiss me?"
 
Again he looked at the young girl's face and this time there was no doubt as to the origin of the statement. Her lips were slightly parted and glistened moistly. Her hand toyed gracefully with the curve of her well-rounded hip.
 
The priest silently rose from his place in the confessional and led the compliant girl to his office, locking the door on the way by. He guided her down onto the low two meter by one meter padded bench that was raised about 30 centimeters from the floor by four sturdy legs. Then, with the fourteen year old schoolgirl lying flat on the bench he bent down and took possession of her pretty mouth.
 
Her soft pliant flesh seemed to burn into his and he felt he could go on kissing her like this indefinitely. His tongue slipped forward and pressing against the unresisting barricade of her teeth, gained entrance to her soft, sensuous mouth. Her tongue rose instinctively to meet his and performed a sort of lewd ecstatic dance, teasing and touching his own eager organ.
 
He dabbed at her throat, feeling the ridged roof of her mouth, the sharp indentations of her teeth, and pushed at the back of her throat. Still she sought to swallow more and more of the feverishly drubbing tongue. This underaged girl who had been virgin seven days ago was opening his robe and playing with the dark curly hair of his chest.
 
Father Murphy crawled over the plump youngster as he looked down lecherously at her acquiescently sprawled body. Her short skirt was high on her hips now, revealing that she had worn no panties under it and her blouse had come open to bare her soft, jiggly breasts. 
 
It was barely a week since he’d broken her cherry but the young girl lifted and spread her legs like a pro as her priest mounted her.
 
“Y’know I’m old enough now don’cha,” she murmured as she reached out to guide the man’s rigid prick to her already juicily ready twat.
 
The randy cleric looked down guiltily at the buxom youngster. It was wrong. It was a sin. But if he wasn’t doing this some less honorable man would take advantage of her God given hunger. He would have to have a vasectomy to avoid future pregnancies but surely one more time would be safe.
 
“Yesss Father…oohhh yesss,” the girl moaned as she slowly entered her narrow slot. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she tilted her pelvis to accommodate all of his hard projection.
 
There was sound, the girl’s whimpered responses, the slapping of belly flesh against belly flesh. He head jolted back with each hammering inward stroke and her breast-bags jiggled and bounced with every thrust. 
 
The girl’s body was soft and yielding against him as he ground his mouth down on hers, locking their lips together in a bruising all-consuming kiss. Tremors cavorted up and down her spine as she spread her legs wider and felt his pelvis grind against her smooth, fleshy hips. His belly glided against the smooth bulging plane of hers and the abrasive rubbing of his pubic curls against her tremulous pussy acted as a completely new erotic stimulant. 
 
He began to fuck into her lithe, young pussy with long, hard relentless strokes all the way up, far into her belly, until he could go on no further. Still, he wormed his thick cock around inside her underage body, probing at her feminine secrets, battering her ceaselessly in the age-old rite of subjugation. Her face was a contorted rage of desire as her fingers dug hard into his shoulders and she returned thrust for thrust, slamming her uptilted pelvis against him, spreading her quivering legs even further apart, to help him in her ravagement.
 
Perspiration broke out in little rivulets down their bodies, and Father Murphy could feel the salt-taste of his own sweat as he labored over the soft, young girl. 
 
Each time the priest lunged inward with a fierce thrust the girl’s head lifted from the bench and her mouth gaped in a grunting moan. Over and over again he fucked her until the young schoolgirl’s pelvis was flailing wildly and Father Murphy began to saw in and out bringing a shrill unending whine from Sherry.
 
His bloated balls felt as if they were on fire and he knew that he would cum soon. But he wanted the pleasure of seeing her, this cute and so recently virginal little bitch, writhing about in abandon from the orgasm he was giving her, before he spewed his cum into her hot little belly. She began to jerk in great body-heaving spasms, her hips smashing against his.
 
"Oh, God! Oohhh Fattherrr,” she cried incoherently as her creamy orgasmic juices gushed around his battering cock and giant tremors of sexual ecstasy ripped at her insides and the crashing walls of her gasping vagina milked at his churning prick.
 
“Oohh yesss little one…you’re special,” the priest moaned as he pushed hard, the rubbery tip of his cock battering her young cervix. “Feel it girl? Do you feel it?”
 
“Yanh…hanh…yeaah,” she mewled, her pelvis paralyzed by the pounding prick. Her juvenile passage spasmed around the plunging tool, milking the priest with no idea of the consequences.
 
The priest’s cock jerked, bucked and jetted a hot stream of sperm laden semen directly into the narrow passage that connected her vagina to her uterus. Again and again he spurted the creamy fluid into the schoolgirl’s still-quivering belly until finally he was milked dry and there was nothing left and she lay back on the sweat-dampened bench, held down by the man’ warm, heavy body.
 
Perhaps if Father Murphy had withdrawn then and the girl had stood up so that some of the sperm would drain by gravity from her womb she would not have become pregnant. But instead the man’s cock remained firm and thick, a plug that sealed his seed within her.
 
Father Murphy was consumed by guilt but gloriously relaxed as he helped the young girl to dress and leave his office. Then he left for his meeting with the Bishop.