Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. A special thanks to CW for editing expertise and Whispersecret for her How To essays. If there are any errors they are mine.
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Father Kirk took a trembling breath as he looked down at the naked, unconscious young girl on his lap. He had just finished bringing her to a mind-blowing orgasm with his hand. She had fainted right after climaxing, drenching the priests robes covering his cock with her scented juices. He knew she would not be unconscious long and took the opportunity to take a few deep, steadying breaths. His hand stroked her virgin labia, petting them like a small, vulnerable kitten. He fondled her breasts with the other hand, marveling at her perfect body.
His cock strained upward seeking a way out from beneath his robes. It was still nestled between her legs, wet through the robes with her secretions. He stroked her body, slowly waking her up from her little death.
Mary began to stir, softly moving on his lap, a small smile playing around her full, kiss-bruised lips. Suddenly she gasped, coming fully awake. She looked up at Father Kirk with wide frightened eyes, confusion mingled with wonder on her innocent, young face. She pulled her arms up around her breasts to shield them and then tried to cover her sex all at the same time. She pulled her legs up and closed. Closing her eyes tight, a flow of tears began to trickle down her cheek.
Father Kirk brushed the tears away with gentle fingers and stroked her hair. “It’s all right Mary. You should never be ashamed of your body. God made your body responsive and vital. He would never have given this great gift to us if it was not meant to be savored and sought after.” He slipped a hand between her buttocks and dipped a finger into her sopping vagina from behind. She began to straighten her legs and draw away, but Father Kirk held her firmly. Slowly drawing his thick finger in and out of her vagina, rolling and twirling it inside her wet tightness, he whispered, “Mary, feel the wetness from your sex? Feel the pulse of your heart, the rush of blood through your veins?” He continued his leisurely finger fucking, adding another finger. “Feel how your vagina contracts around my fingers? This is all good and natural. As natural as breathing.”
Mary began to relax with the hypnotic, deep voice of Father Kirk gentling her like a wild mare. She felt his fingers deep inside her, her muscles pulsing around them all on their own. Father Kirk was her guide, her advisor, and the leader of their convent and school. She had always trusted him and trusted him still. She was afraid to open her eyes as his voice washed over her like a warm shower. Afraid that if she did, she would see her sin and her shame. But how could it be? If Father Kirk was doing this to her, how could it be wrong. Could it be wrong?
“Open your eyes, Mary. Open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded.
Mary took a shuddering breath; then she opened both eyes, years of obedience ingrained in her convent life. Father Kirk was looking at her, his eyes searching her face and travelling up and down her naked body. She shivered slightly, not from cold but from exposure. This time she did not try to cover her nudity.
“Good, Mary,” he said. He tilted her face up to his and kissed her. His tongue slid readily into her waiting mouth. This aroused him. She was so open to him, not fighting him at all. He kissed her deeply, breathing in her breath, stealing it from her, literally taking her breath away. When she was pliant in his arms once again, he stroked his hand up and down her belly. He circled around her breasts until reaching the peak and pinching her stiff nipples. He nudged his hand between her thighs, insistent to claim the prize that waited there. Father Kirk felt the lust building again inside himself. His cock jumped and strained, waiting restlessly to be unleashed.
Her silken wetness greeted his warm hand and he began to rub her clitoris. This time with the intention of getting her on the verge of a climax. Rubbing, stroking and pinching her clitoris, Mary was soon writing on his lap like before. This time, she did not fight the rising heat of desire and gave in willingly. Her trim legs fell open, her submission causing Father Kirk to swell with lust, pride and power. Taking advantage of her open legs, he pulled and stretched her labia, rubbed and stroked her clitoris, finger-fucked her steaming vagina. Manipulating the tender virgin flesh between her innocent thighs, he brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again.
Mary moaned and begged with him. Her words and sounds meaningless noises but understandable just the same. When she was mindless with need, Father Kirk rose up from the couch with her in his arms. He then placed her on the couch; her head propped against the arm. He quickly spread her legs and knelt down between her thighs. Before she could protest, he had his tongue on her swollen, throbbing clitoris, licking and sucking at it like a baby at his mother’s teat. Her protests were bitten back before she could voice them as he inserted one finger, then two, into her tight vagina.
Mary gasped the teasing orgasm just out of reach as Father Kirk expertly used her. Moaning and half-sobbing, she felt the Father’s hot tongue licking her, sending unimaginable waves of pleasure rippling through her body. Her hands found his head and she kneaded his hair like a kitten.
Father Kirk was crazy with lust and finally allowed himself to act on it. Shedding only his outer robe, he pulled the inner robe aside exposing his raging member. The head was flaming red, a big mushroom shape. The shaft was thick and heavily veined terminating in heavy, cum-filled balls. It jumped and jerked with a life of its own. Not missing a beat, he continued to lick and suck Mary’s clitoris. It was so swollen and red and sensitive that Father Kirk knew this succulent woman child would orgasm soon.
Overcome, Father Kirk said huskily, “Mary, open your eyes.” He stood up and let her see his powerful cock, jutting proudly from heavy balls amid curls of thick hair. The terror in her eyes spurred him on. He quickly clamped a hand over her mouth and held her down. “Ah, Mary do not struggle now. This is still right and good. It is still holy, a union of man, made in God’s image, a woman made for man.” Warily he took his hand off her mouth and reached down to grasp his cock.
His cock transfixed Mary. She had never seen one before and his was huge and red and so hard looking. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him begin to stroke his cock slowly. His big, warm hand on his cock aroused her. She remembered that same hand buried in her wetness, fingering her, stroking her. She was confused and scared but too aroused, too curious to prevent what happened next.
“Mary, grab your knees and pull them up, open yourself to me,” Father Kirk said. He stroked his cock, which swelled even larger as she obeyed him. It took everything he had not to moan when he saw her legs lift and spread for him, separating her labia and exposing her throbbing clitoris to his view. This delightful girl was a perfect choice, he thought. Then all thinking left him as he single-mindedly began the rape of Mary.
