Priestly PromiscuityChapter 29 Sherry Sets Up June
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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.
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