Chapter 32: 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?"