Chapter 4
Shortly after his ordination, John was posted as a curate to a parish in the east end of London. There were not many Catholics there, as there were few of them generally around the country except for scattered pockets populated by the Irish and Scottish migrants, many of whom retained the old faith rather than embracing the established Church of England.
The pastor under whom he would work was a tired and doddering old man. John wondered whether the man would live long enough to teach him the ropes. He hoped so sincerely, since if he could establish a good reputation while the old man lived, then there was an excellent chance of being given charge of the parish on the death of the pastor.
Unlike the church of England, with many well qualified young priests scrapping for every opening, there were few priests and the demand was likely to be in the favor of the young priest who, if he kept in the good grace of his bishop, had little difficulty finding a nice parish assignment.
With this in mind, John worked hard, convincing pastor and congregation alike that he was a dedicated and a holy man. He found many temptations, especially in the confessional box, when a woman confessed some sexual sin and he drew her out so that she was obliged to tell him in vivid detail of how she had allowed some man to strip her naked, play with her, then push his prick up her twat.
It would have been so easy, he knew, to take the woman into the vestry and prescribe a penance for her that would involve taking off her clothes and opening her legs, but he managed to resist.
Once in a while, when the confession of a woman caused him to become too excited, he would reach into his cassock, take his tool in hand and frig himself into a handkerchief to ease the pressure.
When the priest did pass away, little more than a year after John arrived, the reports on the young priest had been so good, that John was summoned before the bishop and informed that he was being placed in charge of the parish. It was his dream come true and, even as he talked to the bishop, he felt his cock stiffening in anticipation of what was ahead for it.
The next day, a Sunday, as John celebrated mass, he kept looking over the congregation at the attractive women. Which of them would be first, he wondered, and how would it happen. Confession seemed to offer the greatest opportunity, but that did not mean that he would ignore other possibilities. There had been lots of sex with males at the seminary, but not with females and it was female flesh he hungered for each time the urge came over him and he jerked his joint.
He did not even have to wait until Saturday for his very first gift of sex as a priest. It was delivered to him in an amazingly similar method to the manner in which he discovered sex as a lad.
The woman who met him in his study was not at all an attractive one, but the daughter she brought with her was more than that, she was a real little beauty. Not even her cheap, shabby clothes could hide the fact that she boasted a nicely developing figure with a promise of good titties then, and much better ones to come as she grew older.
While the girl blushed right down into her frock, John listened seriously as the woman informed him that her fifteen year old daughter had lost her maidenhead. He agreed with fitting solemnity that it was indeed a terrible sin and it would not be sufficient to merely confess and say a few prayers to wash away the stain on her young soul.
Sending them away in a little while, he gave them his blessing and commanded that the girl present herself at his rectory the following day just after noon for a long period of counseling and meditation. He informed the woman that it would be better if the girl came alone.
It was difficult to resist the urge to frig himself that night as his tool rose strongly and refused to go down at the prospect of snaking its way up the freshly opened slit of a pretty fifteen year old. Still, he managed to resist by reminding himself that he should be extra strong in order to take full advantage of the great gift that had been given him as if on a silver platter.
The girl arrived precisely on time the following day, and the priest, having sent his housekeeper away for the rest of the day, sighed at the exciting thought of having the young beauty all to himself for as long as he wanted her. He saw that she blushed fiercely at the sight of him, and that too was pleasing to him. He found her nervousness exciting and felt his own excitement increase as she cowered before him.
The door locked behind them, Father John led the young beauty into his study and bade her stand before him to tell the full story of her sin in complete detail.
For a moment, he thought she was going to resist as he demanded she name the man or boy who had done the act, then, realizing that she was talking to a priest and could not as a Catholic hold anything back, she announced that it was no other person than her father who had punched the bung clear.
"Does your mother know this?" he asked, hiding his feeling of surprise.
"No. He told me he would kill me if I ever told her."
He asked more questions then and the girl answered all in, he was sure, a truthful manner. At his urging, Martine told in detail how, when they were alone in the house, her father had taken her into his bedroom for a strapping, and forced her to strip naked as he always did when beating her.
When she bent over the end of the bed, he removed the belt from his trousers, held it double and began strapping her arse.
In his exertion, his pants fell down and she saw his big cock looking very hard and long. At that point, the man dropped the strap, moved close behind her and trapped her at the end of the bed. When she protested, he told her that if she did not submit, he would go on beating her until she swooned and perhaps died.
Even as he talked, he was probing in her crotch from behind, his big tool battering until he found the entrance to her virginal cunt. She described how he broke through her maidenhead and screwed her, with his belly slapping at her bum until he gushed his fluid up into her belly.
"So you see, Father," she sobbed, "the fault was not mine, but my father's."
"Not so, my child. You could have accepted further beating instead. In addition to that it was because of your badness that he felt impelled to punish you. Your nudity tempted him into committing the sin he did, so you also stand guilty as a temptress."
He continued with this line of reasoning until the girl felt that she was surely the most sinful woman since Mary Magdalene or Salome. By then, he knew, she was thoroughly defeated and would give him no trouble at all, only great pleasure, and that was the way he had intended it.
"We have much to do if we are to save your soul from the eternal fires of hell, Martine," he told her with a note of gentleness in his voice. "First, you must remove all of your clothes."
"My clothes? But why, Father?"
"To obviate some of the punishment of purgatory or hell, I must administer corporal punishment to your bum with my hand. It will not hurt as much as your father's belt, but it will still be a form of punishment. Hurry now, my child, if God should strike you dead before we complete the ceremony, I am sure you would go directly into hell for all time."
Trembling, the girl stood before him and began to take her clothes off. He did not mind that she turned her back to him, he wanted to view her pretty young arse, and would, he knew, see the front later anyway.
While she undressed, John reached inside his cassock to make his erect prick a little more comfortable. While he was about it, he wrapped his hand around it and gave it a little rubbing to make the blood run faster in it.
At the sight of her splendid little bum, he hurriedly let go of his cock for fear that he would shoot his wad right then and there. There were still a few small bruises remaining on the deliciously rounded cheeks, but they did not mar the lush beauty of them.
"Turn around, Martine," he told her, his voice trembling despite his efforts to keep it calm.
Sobbing a little, she did so. She tried to cover her young pussy bush with her hands while shielding her titties with her arms at the same time.
"Put your arms at your sides, dear," he told her.
She gave a strangled sob at this, but did as she had been told and bared her body completely to his gaze. While feasting his eyes on her, the passionate priest lectured her on the evil of sin and the terrible fate in store for sinners after death and, in many cases, before it. He cited many loathsome diseases inflicted on sinners in life to prepare them for even worse when they arrived in hell.
As a result of all this, she was crying even before he took her onto his lap for her spanking. While he continued to talk to her, he fondled the silken cheeks with his hand, and told her to prepare for her spanking.
John had never spanked before, but he had been on the receiving end often enough to know how it was done. For a long time, he had dreamed of how it would be to spank a soft, smooth female arse, and at last he was going to find out for himself.
From the very first spank, he was thrilled at the sight, sound and feel of his open hand slapping a bum cheek. As a result of this, the girl received a very prolonged spanking which caused her to cry loudly and kick her pretty, bare legs in a most violent manner.
He went on slapping her bum unhurriedly until both round cheeks glowed a bright red. When he did stop, he fondled the girl's lovely ass lovingly for a little while, then told her to stand bending over the chair with her feet apart and her bum nicely presented.
Standing behind her and staring at her beauty without blinking, he quickly stripped until he was naked and his big pole throbbed as though trying to reach for the girl's arse with a mind of its own.
"Now my dear," he told her as he moved closer and felt her arse with both hands, "we must both bare our bodies so that our souls can be bared and cleansed. Turn around and look at my body."
Her eyes went wide with shock as she could not remove their glance from his long, throbbing prick and the big, hairy balls below.
Sitting then, he had her sit on his lap so that he could give her spiritual counsel. With a little effort, he arranged her so that his long cock came up between her smooth young thighs. That, he told her, was to form a bond between them so that his prayers would be her prayers too.
To increase the bond of closeness, he first fondled her pretty little titties with his hands, then, one after the other, he took them into his mouth and sucked them as the little pink nipples grew very nicely, the sensitivity of them causing her hot little ass to squirm on his lap.
After more lecturing of this nature, he picked the girl up in his arms and carried her easily to the couch where he placed her down very gently and, sitting close to her, proceeded to rub her titties, belly and thighs.
In doing so, he told her that it was necessary for him to unite their bodies in the same way her father had done so in order to eliminate the sin that had been planted inside her body.
"But first," he went on, "it is necessary that you be prepared for this infusion of grace from the holy post. I must do many things."
"Will it be painful, Father?" she asked tremulously.
"No my dear. It is always painful for a girl the first time a cock enters her slit, but after that, there is no hurt at all. In fact, I understand that some girls have enjoyed this ceremony, although that is not the purpose of it."
Lying back on the couch, he drew her close, then turned her with ease. Moments later, he was peering into her young crotch. It was smooth and delightfully warm as he rubbed her pussy with one hand while fondling her bum with the other hand, for good measure, sucking a little tittie, rubbing the erected nipple between his lips.
He saw that while she was still afraid and nervous, those qualities were possessing and she was beginning to be quite horny as he handled her body with the touch of an expert.
Lying on his back then, John pulled the girl onto him in such a way that her crotch came down on his face. After he had kissed and licked her thighs for a little while, he drew her cunt right down onto his mouth as he held a tingling bum cheek in each hand, cupping and rubbing them most fondly.
At once, he began to suck and lick her delicious little cunny, his tongue lapping up the warm dew of youth, while he continued to hold and fondle her bum. He almost went off as he felt her beginning to squirm on him, and felt her hot bum writhing under his gentle hands.
It was not long at all before the priest felt the girl approach her come. Pulling her bum even more tightly onto his face, he began to dive her with even greater vigour, so that it was only a matter of second more before he heard a wail that told him the little darling was coming already.
His face burrowing tightly into her little crotch, he held her tightly with his hands on her arse as her entire body twitched and jerked through the come.
"Oh Father," she managed to sob when she could find enough breath, "something terribly strange happened just then. It wracked my whole body so that I feared I would die. I felt so weak."
"That is good news, my child," he told her, his face brightening. "I felt it too. It was the power of the devil coming out of your body through your little cunt. Did it feel terribly unpleasant?"
"No, Father. Truthfully, it felt strange but good. My body feels so much better now, as though it glows in a lovely way."
"That is as it should be, Martine. We shall cause that to happen again and you will enjoy it more because you will then be ready for it and will know what it can feel like."
"Oh Father," she sighed as he helped her into a sitting position against him and cupped her titties in both hands. "I thank for being so kind to me and for performing this strange ceremony on my behalf."
"And on your behind as well," he added with a little smile which caused her to smile as well.
"Oh Father, that one did truly sting. It did not give pleasure as did that other thing with your mouth and tongue. I did not know that a tongue could get right up inside my ... my little cunny."
"You have many things to learn, my child," he assured her, "and most of them will be much more pleasant than having your sensitive little bum spanked."
"Yes, Father, I shall do whatever you want me to at all times. I do so want to know the feeling of being saved from sin."
"You will know that feeling, my dear," he told her, "and many other delicious feelings as well. I must work closely with you, very closely indeed and we must learn to come together easily and effectively."
"Yes, Father, but I shall depend on you to guide me in these things."
"Indeed my child, I shall. Coming together in the right way is not an easy thing to achieve, but we shall manage it."
When she asked what he proposed to do next, John saw that the little minx was enjoying what was happening to her and that there was no more fear in her.
His first idea had been to play with her a while longer, but then, checking the time, he reasoned that if he were then to give her a nice dose of stiff cock up her tight little pussy, there would be time for him to recover his vitality in time for a second ride before sending her home for the day.
"I think, Martine," he told her as he squeezed her firm bubbies, "it is time for the first infusion of stiff salvation."
"Stiff salvation, Father? I fear I have never heard of it."
"True, my dear, few people have. It is a special grace reserved for true friends of the church. Because I like you, I am placing you in that category. Give me your hand, dear."
She gave him her right hand and he carried it to the shaft of his cock. "Wrap your hand around it dear and hold it tightly," he advised and felt her obey.
"In this ceremony," he went on, "I must play the role of the legendary carpenter finishing a very fine box. I put my tool into your box and give it a careful screwing. Is that clear to you?"
"I ... I think so, but what is my box?"
"It is that little slit on the bottom of your belly. The one I prepared with my mouth and tongue a little while ago, as you may recall."
"Oh yes, Father, I do recall that quite clearly. But the act to which you refer is surely the sin my father committed."
"It is that, my dear, but with a difference. When he did that, it was a carnal act. Because I am a priest and can do no wrong, it is not the same. After all, the sacred act of screwing the box has been one of the secrets of the church from the very beginning of time."
"Oh how fortunate I am, Father, to be allowed to know such secrets. Truly, it is a wonderful thing to be a friend of the church."
"It is indeed, my dear, but let us get on with the box screwing. First, the tool must be baptized."
"You mean with water? Like a baby?"
"No, my dear. You must take the head of the tool into your mouth and apply moisture to it in that way."
Sitting up then, he drew the pretty young face onto his lap and guided the meat end of his bone to her mouth. With a hand on the back of her head, he guided her face down to the upstanding meat and told her to lick her lips, then go down and take it into her mouth.
Martine seemed even more than obedient, she acted as if she were quite anxious to comply. With only a little degree of difficulty, she managed to push the head of his tool into her mouth. Soon, she had it very wet indeed and he withdrew it for fear that the ceremony would become one of screwing the mouth instead of the box.
Gently then, he helped her lie on her back and opened her pretty young legs. Kneeling between them, he was very gentle as he lowered himself onto her and began probing in her crotch until the head of his tool pushed at the sweet, wet opening and began to spread it.
"Oh Father," she panted, "I can feel you stretching my box with your screwer. Is it going to hurt?"
"No my dear, I handle my tool well. Just relax and it will feel very good. It is a nice feeling to have the box stretched and filled with stiff salvation, but you must relax, that is most important."
He fed her the magic tool a little at time until he felt his belly rubbing in her crotch and knew she had a boxful to say the least. Considering the length of his banger, John knew that the head was right up in her little belly.
After some of the loose nuns he had laid in his early days, John decided this little box was as tight as a virgin arsehole. She was so tight, in fact, that he wondered how he had been able to get into her without hurting her.
Reaching under her with both hands then, he cupped her firm, warm little bum cheeks and held them warmly as he began to move his hard cock in and out.
"Does your box feel good, my dear?" he asked, breathing harshly, roughly.
"Oh yes Father, I do enjoy having it screwed by you. Oh Father, you screw it so well and the tool with which you screw is so very long and strong."
For a while then, they engaged in a most erotic conversation while John's tool plowed a straight furrow up into her belly to the delight of both of them.
Martine was quick to see that when her father, just an ordinary man, rammed his big cock into her little slit, it was an ugly, painful thing. The priest, on the other hand, a spiritual man, was able to perform the ceremony of screwing the box not only without hurting her, but actually bringing her great pleasure and a wonderful feeling of well being.
"Ooh, Father," Martine panted excitedly, "that nice feeling is coming over me again. What shall I do?"
"Just relax and let it come, dear. Remember I told you we must come together. I think we shall."
Pulling her upward with his hands under her arse, John began to stroke faster and was still doing so when she began to cry out as she came.
Ready for her, John rammed his tool into her a final time, and fired his load with strong spurts until she felt her belly being flooded with warm, gushing cream as the priest bore down on her, their sweating bodies rubbing, their hearts pounding.
"There my child," John whispered to her in a little while, "we have come together. It is a great thing for a girl of your age to come together with a priest."
"Oh yes, Father, it was a most wonderful experience. Will I go on being a friend of the church so that this may happen again?"
"Indeed, Martine, but there is a condition of the status of friend of the church. You are bound to secrecy with a bond stronger than that of the confessional."
"Oh Father, I shall never tell. Even if I were to be tortured, I would not say a word of this."
"You are a dear child, Martine. Come, you will have a cup of chocolate now and I shall have a drink."
Naked, they padded off to the kitchen together. The girl was sad that his big cock had become so soft and limp inside her cunt, but he assured her that it would soon rise again.
"Is there no prayer you could say to stiffen it again?" Martine asked innocently. "Or perhaps holy water would do it."
"No my child, in that respect, a priest's cock is like any other. It must rest before it can screw again. Are you anxious to feel it in you again?"
"Oh yes, Father, very much so. It is truly a wonderful thing to do."
Returning to the priest's study, the girl with her cup of chocolate, the priest with a stiff drink of Highland whiskey, he produced books which contained illustrations of men and women naked and in various sexual endeavours.
Martine found them most exciting and informed him that she could feel the excitement between her legs. John rubbed her wet little pussy and told her he could feel it, and that the excitement would grow until he was ready to take her to bed again for another screwing of the box.
One illustration showed a man standing and holding a girl with her cunt impaled on his cock. Both were highly intrigued by such a position. John read the description of how it could be done if the man were strong and the female light. Although he did not tell her so, he decided that he would have a try at it when his cock became as strong as the rest of him.
Within the hour, the priest's meat began to stiffen and raise its head. He guided Martine's hand to it and her soft touch contributed much to its revival.
Taking the girl to the couch then, he turned her over his lap and gave her a few light spanks, not enough to make her even sob, yet enough to apply a faint pink tinge to the white cheeks and to make them warm.
Having her kneel on the couch then, he got behind and, using his hands and his tongue, he stimulated her arse most excitingly for both of them. When he parted the warm cheeks and began probing her little pink ring with his tongue, John felt his banger throb with full strength and knew he was all ready to have at her little cunt again and to do it well and strongly.
Taking the girl to an armless chair, he sat on it, then had her get onto his lap, facing him. With only a minimum of difficulty, they became positioned so that she was able to let her weight come down in such a way that she gradually impaled herself on his very strong cock.
By the time she had forced the full length of his bone up her wet slit, they were well and truly locked. Her cunt was so tight that it caressed the full length of the priest's cock like a warm, soft, wet hand and squeezed it very nicely.
"Ah, but you do have a sweet little cunt, my dear," John told her, forgetting all about the spiritual ritual he used in the beginning.
"And Father, you have such a magnificent strong cock that fills and stretches my cunt and makes me feel good all over," she replied. "It is heaven when you use it to screw my box."
It delighted him that the girl responded to his seduction of her so quickly and so completely. He informed her that she was to visit him often so that her box could be frequently and fully screwed. He decided he would train her to be his private whore so that he would no longer have to fluff his duff when he felt randy.
"Hold on, dear, here we go," he told her as he put his arms around her and began to rise slowly from the chair. To his great relief, it proved quite simple to rise to his feet without his pole slipping out of her twat.
He stood then in the middle of the floor holding the impaled girl securely on his pole. He began to move it in and out of her wet slit, and the little darling delighted him by quickly picking up the rhythm of his banging, and swinging herself so that he was able to drive the full length of his prick deeply into her belly with every stroke.
Because it was his second ride, it lasted long and once, he was obliged to stop and hold his apprentice whore as she came very strongly and squirmed so that they almost fell to the floor together.
As a result of her squirming while the muscles of her small cunt squeezed his cock, John fired off his charge in her pussy very soon after he resumed fucking her.
When his velvet headed monster stopped spewing up her quiff, he carried her tiredly to the couch and they lay in warm embrace resting for a long time.
As they got up, he told the girl to dress and go home. He was finished for the day and knew it.