Chapter 7: Poking Precocious Patty

Father Murphy, after what he had done with and to Sister Susan had a brief period of remorse. By the second day, however, he had rationalized his actions. The young novice would have continued on sinning with Sister Capello if he had not shown her God's way so, therefore, what he did was acceptable and to Sister Susan's benefit. Or, at least that was how he justified the seduction. It was easy, after that, to rationalize his next surrender to temptation although most would say it was more immoral than his actions with the young nun.

When he saw the girl, she was standing in the dimly lit area behind the open door to his office. At first he thought she was crying but, as he came closer, he realized that it was something else. She was leaning against the wall and was holding her groin and whimpering as if she was in pain. At least that is what he thought, at first. The priest came closer to the girl and, as he realized that she was panting and whimpering, not crying, he knew what she was doing. And he recognized her.

Patty was a pretty, blonde youngster who had just entered her teens. She was already of medium height and her body had begun to fill out in all the right places although she had not reached the fullness of shape that would, in a year or so, attract boys and men like flies to honey.

Although her body had not reached the fullness of maturity, one other aspect of the girl's nature had. Patty, for the past year, had been beset by an increasingly consuming sexual urge. She didn't understand it. She didn't know enough about such things to even try to understand it. In fact, the only thing she did about it was what Father Murphy had found her doing behind his office door.Father Murphy put his hand on the youngster's shoulder just as her knees gave way and she slumped to the floor, her barely pubescent body awash with her juvenile orgasm.

"Hanh? Anh? OH FATHER!" she cried out in dismay. "Oh Father?"

"Come into my office, young lady!" he said in a severe tone of voice. "I think you owe me an explanation." and he took her arm, pulled her to her feet and led her into his office. Frightened and weak from her climax, the girl docilely allowed him to push her adolescent but precociously developed body onto the sofa. "Now Patty. Just tell me what you were doing!" he ordered as the thirteen year old nymphet cowered on the sofa.

"Oh, sir. I couldn't help it, sir. It just comes over me, Father. Like, I get these sinful feelings and I can't help myself. The devil makes me, sir. I'm sure." and the girl broke into sobs.

In fact, Patty wasn't sure at all. It had all started a year ago when she'd seen her sixteen year old brother fuck his girlfriend in the basement of their house. And then, when she challenged him about it, he had got her in the same basement room and felt her body all over. He'd got his hand on her pussy and given her the most delightful feelings she'd ever experienced, bringing her to her first everorgasm. And then he'd warned her not to tell anyone about him and his girlfriend.

Since that day, her brother had done the same thing many times. He also had taught Patty to give him handjobs but, although she had let him know that she wouldn't object, he'd never fucked her. His morals, such as they were, would not let him go that far.

Her brother changed girlfriends three times during the year, including one who was not much older than his sister and, by letting Patty know when his current girlfriend would visit he had subtly invited her to watch. And Patty had become increasingly easily aroused. She looked forward to going to the basement, either with her brother to be fingered and to give him a handjob or, at other times, to watch him fuck his current girlfriend. Lately, when she made him spurt, she would try to contain the creamy fluid in her hands and rub them together afterwards, strangely excited by the greasy slickness of his hot gism. Lately also, she'd been using a cucumber as a tool when she masturbated by herself but, despite a growing hunger, she'd not yet put it or anything else inside her young pussy.

The priest looked at the sobbing adolescent and, for a moment, felt compassion. Patty looked up at him with tear wet eyes, her small but full-lipped mouth pouting and she flopped down flat on her back. As she did this, her precociously developed breasts were clearly displayed in all their youthful firmness beneath the thin tee shirt she wore. Father Murphy's compassion turned to passion.

"Show me Patty." he said in a soft, comforting voice. "Show me what the devil makes you do."

You mean? Like? Uh? You want me to do it again? What you just saw me do?" she asked. "While you watch me?" He's just like my brother, she thought, even if he's a priest.

That's right, my child." he said. "Perhaps I will be able to help you. And tell me what you are thinking about while you do it." he added.

Patty was nervous but the thought of having a man watch her, especially a priest, was erotically inspiring. She'd never had anyone look at her like this except, of course, her brother. Would he be like her brother and get hard? Maybe he would want her to jerk him off like she did with her brother? Or, maybe he'd finger her like her brother did?

"Do you want me to? Like? Lift my skirt?" the thirteen year old asked, hoping he'd say yes. After a year of voyeurism consisting of watching her older brother screwing his girlfriends, she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of being watched herself, especially by a priest.

"Take off all of your clothes, Patty. I need to see all of you to know what is needed to help you." the priest said. If she did that, he rationalized, she would be essentially offering herself to him. She was young but little if any younger than Ann had been, even though she was smaller in size. If her sexuality had progressed to that state, then it would be no sin to complete her initiation if, in fact, she had not already been initiated. He suspected, from the way she was behaving, that she had already been fucked, anyway.

"Alright, sir? If I have to?" the teenager replied, wondering if an older man like the priest would think she was grown up for her age. Her brother kept comparing her to his girlfriends and, even though he wouldn't fuck her, he said she was better built for it than they were. She sat up and pulled her tee shirt off over her head, then threw back her shoulders to make her tits stand out. She unfastened her skirt and took it off too and, looking brazenly into his eyes, she peeled off her brief panties.

Have you made any other girls undress for you, Father?" she asked as she lay back on the sofa again and placed her hand on her smooth, plump pussy. "Do you get other girls to do this?"

"No, my child." Father Murphy replied, his cock swelling at the sight of the nubile youngster with her surprisingly full breasts and the small but erect nipples that projected from them. "I don't believe that many girls as young as you have problems like this." He was sure now that she'd been fucked. "Now, show me what you do to yourself and tell me what you're thinking."

The thirteen year old was already thrilling to the erotic experience of being seen nude. Her brother never let her get undressed all the way. Her oversized clitoris was peeking from between the slick, fuzzy fleshfolds of her vulva and, with a skilled hand, she stroked herself. She knew, from what her brother had told her that her clit was bigger than most and she wondered if he'd notice. Her other hand cupped one sensitive breast and she closed her eyes until they were just slits.

The priest was standing in his robes over her and she saw the fabric at his groin jump with the unmistakable evidence of his arousal. The oversexed adolescent was gripped by the lewd desire to make this man of God as excited as she was.

"Annh, Father? I can't? I can't tell you what I'm thinking." she panted. "You'll be mad at me?"

"Tell me, Patty!" he ordered.

"But, sir? I'm thinking about you?" she whimpered.

"Tell me anyway!" he said in a soft voice.

"I'm imagining what it would be like, Sir? Like, if you were doing it to me? Like my brother does? If you rubbed me down there?"

"Are you a virgin, Patty?"

"Oh yes, Father! I've never gone all the way! Never!" Would the priest be surprised, she thought, if he she told him that some of her friends had lost their cherries and were already fucking for the boys, even before they were twelve?

"I don't believe you, young lady. I think you've been fucked, haven't you?"

Patty was shocked when the priest was so direct and used the f word. But, as she fingered herself, she became increasingly bold. "Honest, Father. Honest. I ain't never done it. But I seen my brother do it, sir. He ... like ... he ... he ... f.f.fucks his girlfriends. But I ain't never been fucked, sir. But he gets me to ... like? You know? He rubs me and I ... like ... I hold him and do it for him that way. Are you gonna? Like? Do that? And, do you want me to? Like? Do you, too?"

The thirteen year old was about five feet two inches tall and, although her figure had not fully matured, it was still shapely. She had a plump bottom, a pudgy waist and her hips already had a promising flare. The immoral cleric looked down at the young blonde as her fingers expertly stroked the shiny slit of her fuzzy vulva.

"That wouldn't be right, Patty. You're only thirteen and I'm a priest. But it's even worse to do what you do with your brother, I guess?" He placed a hand on her hip and continued, "Perhaps I ought to do something?"

The cute little blonde opened her eyes wide, then, and said, "Oh, sir? Why'ncha do it, Father? It'll help me. I know it will."