They entered a small, partitioned room that Patty thought must be very similar to a monk's cell in ancient times.
"Now I will purify you, my dear," the priest said, and began to unfasten her dress and pull it over her head.
"But, Father, you're… "
"What, my dear?"
"You're a man of the cloth!"
"You hit it right on the head, my dear. I am a man, and I've already got a booming hard-on. Now let's get this dress off."
He gazed down at the white globes of her breasts tightly cupped in the bra and then his eyes traveled down to her sleekly curved tummy and her cunt, encased in the tight-fitting panties of blue nylon. She was beautiful, and her skin was soft and white. He particularly liked the blonde cunt hair where it curled out around the band of her panties. He even told her so.
Wow, Patty thought, Madame Noon really does have a wild and interesting clientele. It was going to be very hard indeed to give up this wonderful life and go back to being a bred, fuck-twice-a week housewife.
The priest sat her down on the edge of the wooden bunk that ran down one side of the cell. Seating himself beside her, with one arm around her bare waist, he said, "Now, dear, I want you to close your eyes and relax. Keep them closed until I tell you to open them. Do you understand?"
She didn't, but, what the hell, he was paying for it, and it was just another exciting experience that she could put in her memoirs someday.
"Yes, Father, I understand," she replied, closing her eyes and screwing her pretty little face up.
He edged a bit closer to her, his arm tightening around her waist. "Lie back on the bunk," he murmured as he pulled her down on her back and lifted her feet and legs up to rest along the bunk top. "Perhaps this position will help you to relax more."
As she lay back, she momentarily opened her eyes; She realized at once that the priest had seen this and she closed them tightly again. He gave her bare thigh a hard slap with his palm.
"That was naughty! You are a wicked girl, I think," he said, his voice trying to take on a sterner. "You cannot be trusted to keep your eyes shut when the good father tells you. Therefore I must blindfold you."
He took a long piece of velvet from the small cupboard beside the bunk and draped it across her eyes and tied it behind her head. Now she was engulfed in total darkness and she gave a startled gasp when she felt his hot hands on her thighs again, this time not slapping her, but just gently fondling her smooth skin.
Oh no, Patty thought, he's really going to do it! I'm going to be fucked by a priest! Now bow many girls can say that!
"Talk to me, my dear," he said.
"What do you want me to say?"
"Recite to me the prayers you learned in your childhood."
Patty tried to focus her mind to remember. But the way he was touching her legs was making it almost impossible for her to think of anything but the funny sensation she was feeling iii her pussy, a sensation that was far from being unpleasant.
For at least ten minutes he slyly stroked her legs, from her knees up to the edge of her tight panties. By this time her words were almost incoherent and she was panting heavily.
"You're not doing very well, are you?" he chided her.
Her voice trailed off as she felt his hands pulling her thighs apart. "Let me see if I can help you to remember better," he muttered. "Open your legs more, my child, wider… that's right."
She was panting hard as she felt his hand slide down inside the top of the waistband of her panties. As her thighs remained open, he had no difficulty in getting his fingers to her slit, and the moment the fingertips slid across her small but sensitive clitoris, she heaved her belly upward and let out a deep sigh.
"AM!" she heard the old priest exclaim. "This may be the answer… this may help you to concentrate more, my dear child. See if you like this… " and he massaged her clitoris until her legs began to jerk spasmodically outward, and now and again she raised her knees before letting them flop down again, followed by the twisting of her hips.
Weird, she thought, really weird. But then, to each his own… and he does know how to really turn a girl on. Damn, I hope he's got a thick cock!
"I think you are enjoying this, my child," he sa1d. "But I am sure there is something more you need to help you get over your wickedness and release your mind to think of more holy matters. Take off your brassiere."
Without thinking, Patty felt up behind her back as she raised her upper body slightly off the bunk. He helped her pull the garment free from her large and perfectly shaped breasts. She flopped down onto her back again, her face glowing in a red flush.
He massaged her nipples in turn until each was rigid and very pink. When he moved his hands to the waistband of her panties and began to draw them down, she raised her ass from the bunk to assist him.
"Now, my child," he said, his face down close to her ear, "I want you to just concentrate on the words I am going to speak to you."
"Yes, Father," Patty said, wishing to hell he would get on with it.
"Do you know the word 'fuck'?"
"Oh yes… yes, Father."
"Good. Fucking from a holy man purges your sins. Did you know that, my child?"
"No… no, I didn't, Father. But I'm willing to learn." Patty wanted to tear the blindfold off to, see if he had his cock out yet.
She felt his hand leave her cunt and heard him stand up. The she heard the unmistakable rustling of clothing.
"And now, my child, we are flesh to flesh… as it should be."
"Whatever… you… say… Father," Patty panted as his fingers again found her steaming hole.
Then he was in the bunk with her, his naked body pressed to hers. She snuggled up to him and tried to find his cock with her hand. "You're naked, Father. Is your cock hard?"
"Yes, my dear."
He heaved his body over on top of her, pushing her thighs apart as he did so.
"Now, my child, I want to hear you keep repeating that word… fuck… come on now, let me hear you say it… "
"Fuck… fuck… fuck… is that how you want me to say it, Father? Fuck… fuck… fuck… "
"That's good. Just keep saying it."
"Fuck… fuck… fuck… "
She felt the rubbery head of his cock at her cuntal lips. The hard, domed head felt huge. Patty went wild with anticipation.
"Ohhhhh, fuck… fuck… oh shit, fuck… fuck me!"
As he slowly but surely gouged his prick into her cunt, he got his mouth close to her ear. "Now start saying, "Fuck me, Holy… fuck me, Holy Father… "
She was quick to obey, her body trembling with the new sensations he was giving her. She felt another two inches of thick cockmeat bore into her hot hole. She ripped the blindfold off and screamed as she wrapped her arms and legs around his body and pulled him into her.
"Fuck me, Holy Father… luck mc, Holy Father… oh shit, luck me… fuck the Hell out of meeeeee!"
Now he was pounding into her, filling her hungry pussy with the hot hardness of his cock. He pounded the walls of her clasping pussy, driving her wild, as the swelling head buffeted her cervix, time and time again.
Patty locked her thighs around the priest's sweating hips. She began to pound her heels against his driving buttocks as her orgasm started somewhere in her churning belly. She groaned her delight and urged him on to greater strokes into the furry cavern of love between her quivering thighs.
And then she was there; coming like a great, flooding dam.
She clutched his lean, hard body-tighter against her own. Sliding her right hand around his thigh, she found the swinging sac of his balls where it bounced against her shivering asshole. She tickled the sperm-bloated testicles in wild abandon as her climax began and soared through her flesh.
Her fingers on his balls and the light touch of her long nails against his asshole, coupled with the wonderful, sucking quality of her cunt, triggered the priest's own come. His dancing, driving cock began to ejaculate great, creamy spurts of cum. They splashed heatedly against the walls of her churning pussy.