Chapter 1 - Making Mother Superior
Father Murphy received a new but temporary assignment. It was intended to be a disciplinary move because the priest had annoyed the Bishop by imbibing too heavily at a dinner the prelate had hosted for a visiting dignitary. And, since Brother John was in the parish only as a special assistant to Father Murphy, he had to go along on the assignment. As disciplinary assignments go, this one was like sentencing the fox to do time in the chicken coop.
They were being assigned for a minimum one-month period to assist a newly appointed Mother Superior at a select convent school where there had been disciplinary problems. The students at the school were a mixture of very sheltered young ladies with parents who were determined to keep their daughters away from the temptations of regular high school life along with some who were unruly and rebellious and difficult to control.
Mother Superior Ursula was, at first glance, not very imposing. She was about five feet, five inches tall and, in her traditional nun's habit, she appeared to be slender. Father Murphy noted right away that she was also very young for her position. He guessed, correctly, that she was in her early thirties. She would have been pretty, too, if she'd used any effort to make herself that way but, for very good reason, she tried to avoid attracting male attention. Mother Ursula had not wanted to be a nun, but her parents would have it no other way. She had every intention of leaving the Order as soon as her sainted parents departed this world but, until then, she knew it would result only in her disinheritance. And they had agreed that they would leave her a tidy sum to carry out any charitable work she desired. So, as the young woman waited and prayed for Divine guidance, she was performing excellent work in the Order. And, as a result of this work, she was also progressing in its hierarchy.
Mother Ursula was also having difficulty with her vow of celibacy. Unlike Father Murphy, however, she was not faced with regular temptations except in the form of nubile young ladies. These temptations she had resisted without much difficulty and she had gained solace from a rather bulky vibrator, which had been intended for muscular rather than clitoral massage. It's size had made it easier for the tormented young woman to retain her physical virginity although, on many occasions, if her comfort device had been smaller and of the right shape, there is no doubt that it would have been inside her, rather than outside.
The priest and the monk had similar thoughts as they surveyed the students at assembly the morning they arrived. Father Murphy no longer had any moral qualms about taking advantage of his position and Brother John had never been bothered by such impediments, anyway. They both saw, in the group of some thirty uniformed girls, at least ten who caused a warming of the blood. At that time, neither even considered the most vulnerable of the people present for she was putting on her usual, but not inherently natural, display of authority.
Brother John, because of his size, was designated to be the disciplinarian. Of course one critical aspect of his size was not readily apparent, but that only became important in some special circumstances. It was the good priest who achieved the first immoral success, however. In fact, it was likely 'game over' as soon as they arrived for Mother Ursula had virtually reached the end of her sexual tether. If Jan and Sally had been ripe for seduction, then Ursula's cherry was literally falling off the tree.
The first evening, after 'lights out' in the tightly controlled institution, she came to the priest's small apartment. It consisted of a tiny office and an adjoining bedroom that was not much larger. They met, of course, in the office.
"This is sacramental scotch, Mother Ursula.", he said with a conspirational smile as he took a bottle of Grant's Best Procurable from his desk. "Would you care for a nightcap?"
"My goodness, Father Murphy. I didn't know there was such a thing," she replied with a matching smile. Then, although she knew that her tolerance for alcohol was very limited, she said, "I guess, since it's sacramental, I could have a small one."
The nun sat on the desk and the priest sat on the only chair in his small room as, for the next hour they discussed the school and its problems. At the same time, the nightcap became a nightgown and maybe even sheets, blankets and pillow. During this time the priest became more and more appreciative of the nun's appearance.
Ursula was a blonde with blue eyes and a small but full lipped mouth. Tonight she was wearing more modern nun's garb of skirt and a blouse that displayed her trim but shapely figure. As she drank, her eyes brightened and her face became flushed. Father Murphy noted all this but, at first, he did not believe her to be a possible candidate for his lecherous designs.
"Tell me, Mother Ursula, how has a beautiful young woman like you managed to devote her life to such a worthy and Godly cause?" he asked after the bottle was nearly empty. "Most of your peers are somewhat less than pleasing to the eye and also rather disagreeable."
"Oh, Father Murphy. I could say the same about you. But it was my parents' desire that I do this. And it is satisfying," she replied, pleased at what he'd said and, after the many drinks, feeling more than a little bit tipsy. "Why did you enter the priesthood?"
"Well, Mother Ursula... Do you mind if I just call you Ursula when we're here alone?"
"No, Father. That's alright. But what do I call you?"
"Call me Joe," he replied. "Anyway, Ursula, I was an idealistic young man and, although I've betrayed my ideals since then, this seemed like a selfless way to accomplish some good."
"I can't believe you've betrayed your ideals, Father... Joe... Why do you say that?"
"You just don't know me," he replied as he deliberated on what he should tell her. He could see that she was feeling the drinks, as he was also, and he wondered if this nun might be like Sister Susan. "I have taken advantage of my position, Ursula. In very sinful ways. I pray that God understands that he demands too much of us when he calls for... you know? There is a strong movement for a married clergy, Ursula." His statement sent a jolt through the virgin nun. This cleric seemed to be telling her that he was breaking his vow of celibacy. Maybe she was not alone when she was regularly consumed by fleshly desires?
"I'm not sure that I understand, Father... Joe? Are you telling me that? Like? Have you broken your vow of celibacy?"
"Yes, Ursula. Several times. I've even used the confessional as a vehicle for my sinful ends. And even one as pure and immaculate as you arouses the most unpriestly thoughts in me, I am ashamed to say."
The young Mother Superior was suddenly uneasy but also flattered that she was having such an effect on the rather handsome priest. The alcohol combined with her companion's confession of his transgressions gave the nun a feeling of intimacy towards him and she blurted out, "Oh, Joe. I'm not alone then. I too have had difficulty with my vow of chastity. Perhaps they are right and we should be allowed to marry? At least, some of us?"
The prurient priest placed his hand on her knee as he replied, "Have you been with another of God's men, then, Ursula? Or was it a layman?" and he smiled inwardly at the unintentional pun.
"Oh no, Joe. I didn't mean that. It's just that I... like? I have sinful thoughts and... and? Like? I do things to myself?"
The priest felt his organ swelling as he visualized the slender blonde masturbating. "Well, Ursula? I've done that too. Perhaps we should? Like? We could help each other, couldn't we?" and as he spoke, his hand slid higher on her thigh beneath her skirt.
The nun made no move to escape and her belly churned from his touch. She looked at him, her big, blue eyes wide, as he stood. "Father Murphy? I don't know? I don't think we should? Should we? I've never done anything like that, Joe?", she said in a weak, quavering voice. "I... I... I just don't know?"
"It will help you, Mother Ursula.", the priest said in a soft, persuasive tone. "You will be able to better concentrate on God's work if you are not tormented by fleshly desires. I know, sister. After I have transgressed, I am a more effective servant of God. And I am sure that He understands."
The nun was as docile and compliant as any of his teenaged conquests and, her loins aching with suppressed sexuality, her judgment clouded by the scotch, she let him ease her to a horizontal position on the desk. His hand slid caressingly up her firm, silky thigh and she arched her hips acquiescently so that he could remove her panties.
"Oohhh, Father Murphy?" she sighed as she lay back, her legs dangling over the edge of the desk. "Are you sure it's all right? OOHHH JOE!!!" and she cried out with surprise as his fingers pressed skillfully on her silken haired pussy.
"Oh yes, Ursula. This will help us both." he said as he unbuttoned her blouse. "And I can tell that you are in need of solace, sister. You are wet with the evidence of that need," and he found her erect clitoris with his fingers and began to stroke her swollen cunt slit.
The woman raised her shoulders and let him unfasten her brassiere, baring her aching breasts to his touch. Her nipples were already fully engorged and surprisingly large and, as he continued the dual assault on her pussy and breasts, she relaxed in an alcohol-induced euphoria. She was hardly aware when he wormed his hips between her knees and easily wedged her firm thighs wider apart.
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