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   Father Jacob.
   Jacob Stuurman was a quiet boy at school.  Never really joining in with
the others in sports or any other social activities, he was always the
outsider, the odd one out.  At University he found himself in an atmosphere
more suited to his nature.  Not so competetive, more relaxed and easier
going.  It enabled him to settle into his studies quickly, and as a result,
his work progressed to the level at which an Honours Degree was almost a
formality.  Moving on to a Theological College, he once again excelled, and
very soon found himself ahead of his colleagues, and coming to the
attention of the Church elders.
   Now, you may think that this was an excellent situation for Jacob, and
that he would be very happy about it.  It is true that he was content with
his academic progress, but as a young man, the lack of opportunity for both
sexual and social intercourse with young women was something of a problem
for him.  He found some solace and release in a relationship with another
young intern at the college.  Many a night found him ministering to the
smooth skin and hard, circumcised penis of his room mate with an eager and
skillful tongue.  Nothing delighted him more than to see his young
colleague writhing in ecstacy as he sucked him to orgasm; and filling his
young friend's rectum with his cock was a release he frequently sought.
   Now though, as he sat in the study of the big house that was next to the
little Church in Polheim, he cast his thoughts back to the day his Bishop
had informed him that 'it was with regret' that he must move him to a
parish outside of the City of Frankfurt.  This was the premature end to a
promising career in the Church.  He had been caught up in a scandal that
had been seized upon by the newspapers and had brought the young priest
unacceptable notoriety.
   One morning, whilst hearing the confession of a young wife of one of his
parishoners, he had learned of her infidelity to her husband with a bakers
delivery boy.  At eighteen years of age, she was little more than a teenage
girl, and she had been flirting with the delivery boy for some weeks,
thinking it nothing more than a game.  One morning however, he had brought
her daily order of bread, and had pressed his case a little more strongly
than usual.  Thinking that as she had always received his comments and
cheeky suggestions with a laugh and a smile, he decided he may be able to
engage her in something a little more physical than a conversation!  Having
put her bread on the kitchen table, he turned to her and slipped one hand
around her waist, and sought her breasts with the other.  To his delight he
found that her objections and resistance were easily overcome, simply by
ignoring her protests and, whilst not exactly forcing himself upon her, he
had subdued her and removed her underclothes against her will, but with
relative ease.  Even though she was protesting loudly, he had parted her
white thighs simply by pushing his hand between them, and then, after
lowering the still protesting girl to the kitchen floor, had mounted her,
pushing his generousy proportined cock into what he found a surprisingly
tight and wet orifice.
   She, on the other hand, being young, and not well satisfied by her
thirty five year old somewhat sickly husband, had found the attentions of
the strapping young bakers boy flattering and somewhat exciting.  When he
had taken hold of her that morning, her objections had been decidedly more
vocal than physical, and his roaming hands and lips had robbed her of the
will to resist.  She had put both her hands on his chest, and begged and
pleaded with him to stop, but had not been able to find the necessary
strength of character to push him off, or to scream for help.  When he had
pushed her against the table and run his hands up her skirts, she had,
instead of taking hold of his hands and trying to remove them, allowed him
to continue his quest for her flesh by not removing her hands from his
broad and heaving chest, and saying to him, 'Please stop....this is wrong,
you musn't....' He had, of course, ignored her, a big grin lighting his
face as he pulled her knickers down.  When he slid his hand between her
thighs, it was all she could do to not actually part them for him.  She
had, instead of clamping them together, allowed him access to her now hot
and very wet vagina.  Silent, eyes closed and head turned away from him,
she had remained motionless as he had undone his trousers and got out his
cock.  Feeling herself being lowered to the floor, she had continued her
protestations whilst opening her legs and raising her hips to allow him
easier entry.  The baker's boy had gone to work on her.  For twenty minutes
he pummelled the young wife, giving her several noisy orgasms, and allowing
himself the indulgence of emptying his full balls on two occaisions.  When
he finally rose from between her thighs, she was thoroughly satisfied, and
very well inseminated!
   The baker's boy, knowing a good thing when he saw one, continued to
service his teenage customer, and she very soon became pregnant.  This was
not however a problem for him.  The young lady simply told her husband the
happy news that he was to become a father.  Sure enough, nine months later
a bouncing baby boy arrived to fill the household with joy.  But as the
young adulteress suckled the little fellow, her conscience got the better
of her, and guilt began to fill her days.
   Being well brought up, our heroine made her way to the confessional, and
told the whole sorry story to Father Jacob.  She had finished her tale with
the question, 'What can I do to make amends Father?' To which the profusely
sweating and aroused priest had replied, 'Come to my house this afternoon
my dear.  I shall think about your situation and let you know then...' The
trusting young wife had agreed, and made her way home, releived to have at
least confessed before God to her felony.
   At four o' clock that afternoon, Father Jacob invited the young wife
into his study, and had smiled at her.  'Have you got a pennance for me
Father?  She had asked eagerly.  'Indeed I have, my dear, indeed I have. 
You see, such sins of the flesh are commonplace, and it is obvious that you
regret your....er....indiscretion.  I would guess that you find the memory
of the whole experience rather painful, do you not?' The young wife cast
her mind back to the hours of intense pleasure that the lad had given her.
Painful was not a word she would have used to describe the memory! 
'Er....well....I'm not sure that....' she muttered.  Father Jacob
interupted her.  'A pennance should balance the sin, my dear.  And as you
obviously wish to rid yourself of the guilt and reproach, I suggest that an
equally painful experience would be in order.' The young wife nodded
slowly, understanding the principle, but not sure of how it could be done.
Father Jacob quickly enlightened her!  'I want you to undress and kneel on
the carpet, my dear.' She stared at him.  'Undress....?' He smiled weakly
at her, his hands together as though in prayer, and nodded.  'Yes, my dear.
I shall then give you an experience that is equal to that of the previous
one, and the balance shall be restored!' 'That's outrageous!' She
spluttered.  'How dare you suggest such a thing!' Again the weak smile. 
'Easily, my dear.  Better my ministrations than that of your husband.  I
rather think Michael would not appreciate the presence in his house of
another man's bastard.  I shudder to think of what he may do....' The young
wife went deep red.  Her eyes filled with tears.  The priest continued,
this time in a quieter, more thoughtful tone.  'He has mentioned to me, in
confession of course, that he had a moment of doubt about the child.  But,
God Bless him, was distraught enough at having doubted you, to come to God
immediately for absolution.  He may not be so righteous in his actions if
his previously dispelled doubts are revisited and confirmed by me.  So I
think we should spare him the anguish, don't you my dear?' The young wife
burst into floods of tears.  'Please Father!  Don't do this!  Please!' But
Father Jacob was already helping her to stand up, and was busying himself
with the buttons of her dress.  'I think it better if you do it.  I am
unused to ladies apparell, and do so enjoy watching it being discarded!'
The wailing girl divested herself of her clothing, and, sobbing bitterly,
knelt as directed by the priest.  She watched him shed his black trousers
and his white shirt.  Her face twisted in anguish as he dropped his
underwear to reveal a rather handsome penis and a pair of very round balls,
covered in black hair.  When he was naked he stood in font of her.  'I
think a little oral pennance first, don't you my dear?' At which he placed
the knob of his pulsing cock on her lips.  Tears streamed down her face as
she unwillingly opened her mouth to admit his member.  It filled her mouth,
and she gagged as he pushed it to the back of her throat.  'Ah!  Suck my
dear, suck!  Ah!  Such Bliss!  So tender an embrace is that of the tongue!'
She coughed as a single jet of thick semen erupted from him.  'But let us
not linger too long, lest the feast be over before we have sampled all on
the table!' His chuckles sent shivers down her spine.  He gently pulled her
forward, so she reached forward to stop herself topplng onto her face. 
'Perfect!  Just be still a moment my dear!' He squatted behind her, hands
on the small of her back, lining his cock up with her vulva, and grinning
in delight at the drop of sperm that hung from the eye of his penis. 
'There now!  Just perfect!' He declared as he worked his cock into her.  At
first she was dry, his cock pulling at her flesh; but then he felt the
slickness as her tortured membranes quickly lubricated themselves and the
blundering intruder.  She hung her head and cried.  Floods of tears as he
began to slide up and down her hostage hole.  His hips swinging freely as
he fucked his helpless, hapless, victim.  Wet now, she was a delight for
him.  Motherhood had softened her vagina.  No longer the tight, massaging
young girl's hole the baker's boy had enjoyed.  Instead, a woman's cunt,
encompassing, loose, enabling him to slam into her again and again,
searching for release from the pent up frustration that the months of
abstinence had built in him.
   With sweat pouring from every pore in his body, Father Jacob stood up,
relishing the loss of tension in his knees!  He took her by the shoulder
and pulled her around.  She fell heavily on her back, crying out in pain
and shock.  Grabbing her calves, he lifted he legs high and wide, gazing
down for a moment at the object of his blackmail.  He threw himself on top
of her, knocking the breath from her body and lunging forward with his
cock. It speared the gasping girl, and he slammed into her again, fucking
her furiously until, with a strangled cry he shot jet after jet of semen
into her unwilling and dejected body.
   'Come with me my dear.' He said, holding out a hand.  She stood up, not
taking the offer of help.  He pushed her gently but firmly to his desk, and
made her lean forward over it.  'And now for desert!  The final sweet
offering from the festive table!' Holding her down on the desk by gripping
the back of her neck with his left hand, Father Jacob licked his right
middle finger, and, to the young wife's horror, inserted it in her anus. 
'So tight my dear!  Never broached I think?  Relax....' He worked the digit
about a little, then pushed it in up to the knuckle of his hand.  She
jerked forward, a small cry of shock escaping her lips.  'This may be a
little uncomfortable, but try to relax, it does help....and keep still now.
Just a few more minutes and your sins will be redeemed....with no trouble
from Michael.' This last quieted the girl.  She remained motionless as
Father Jacob applied saliva to his knob, and began to work it in a circular
fashion around her sphincter.  Bringing it to the centre, he pushed,
holding it firmly in place with his right hand.  She cried out as her
virgin anus was stretched, opened and filled by his cock.  She wailed anew
as he fucked her back passage.  Her sphincter, tight around his shaft,
brought him to orgasm in moments.  Much less this time, but still a
respectable amount of semen filled the girl.
   The previously frantic priest was now much calmer.  Pulling his cock out
of her, he watched with interest as her anus closed slowly.  He prodded it
with his knob, and was fascinated to see it slip back in quite easily. 
Well greased and well stretched, it was a much easier fuck this time!  Even
the young wife had stopped blubbering!
   After watching the weeping wife dress, the errant priest escorted her to
the door of the house.  'Now my dear.  Michael is in the habit of going to
Frankfurt on Wednesdays is he not?  So I shall expect you at the church on
Wednesday afternoon, shall we say, Two o' clock?  Try not to be late!' The
poor girl could only stare at him, and mutter curses on her way home.  Her
husband, she was sure, would throw her out into the street with her child
if he found out who the baby's real father was, and in those days, this
meant a life of destitution and, for young women, prostitution.  Submitting
to Father Jacob was her only real option.
   Now Father Jacob had an accomplice, as it were, in his liking of sexual
immorality.  It had come about when he had noticed a large plain brown
envelope with a Berln postmark in the bin in the vestry.  Recognising it as
identical to the one that arrived on the first Friday of every month at his
house, he knew that someone else who frequented the vestry received a copy
of 'Natural Art' as he did.  This was not, as the title suggests, a
publication describing things pertaining to natural history and the beauty
of the wild, but a sordid magazine that peddled pornography of the most
explicit and lurid kind!  It took Father Jacob but a second to realise that
the only other male who had access to the vestry was the verger.  A little
later that same day he had engaged the middleaged verger in conversation.
'Ah!  good afternoon Jan!  I was wondering, have you by chance, seen a
delivery of mail for me from Berlin?  I am expecting something but it seems
to be a little late this month.' The verger had shaken his balding head
and, it seemed to father Jacob, had turned just a little pink about the
tips of his ears.  'Er....No Father.  Er, how should I know it?' 'Oh, I
should think you would recognise it easily....a plain brown
envelope....postmarked Berlin....usually arrives on the first Friday of the
month?  I beleive you receive a similar envelope, do you not?' The verger,
now visibly alarmed and blushing furiously, stammered, 'B..b..b..but how
did you know?' Father Jacob smiled.  'Simple observation my dear friend,
simple observation!  But tell me, which offering of this particular
publishing house do you subscribe to?  Maybe we should exchange
periodicals!' 'Er....it concentrates on....er....education....' Father
Jacob beamed and exclaimed, 'Education and the Catholic Schoolgirl,
splendid!' the verger looked a littled bemused.  'I shall bring you some
back copies of my Natural Art, and you shall furnish me with Catholic
Schoolgirls, as it were!  A splendid arrangement!  And do not look so
deflated my good man, I am sure this will be agreeable to both of us!'
   And so it proved.  This arrangement had been in place some weeks when
the young wife had fallen victim to the wayward cleric.  Father Jacob soon
told his verger that he had an arrangement with a young lady that he would
like to share, if of course, the verger was of a mind to do so.  The
verger, a widower of some years, had eagerly listened to the priest's
account of his ensnaring the young wife, and had been most eager to indulge
Father Jacob's voyeuristic bent.  So it was that on the following
Wednesday, as she entered the church, the young wife found herself
confronted not only with the letcherous priest, but his verger as well!
   'Ah!  Punctuality is a virtue my dear, and I see you are endowed with
that.  Most pleasing, most pleasing!  You know Jan, my verger, I beleive?
He is anxious to make your aquaintance, and I am sure you will reciprocate,
yes?  Good, I knew you'd be accomodating....Oh!  My quirky sense of humour,
you know!  ' The horrified young woman was escorted briskly into the vestry
where the two men quickly disrobed both her and themselves.  As the verger
turned to face the girl and the priest for the first time, his two
companions both let out a gasp of surprise.  The priest in delight, the
girl in fear!  Handing like a broken branch on a tree, the vergers cock was
just huge.  Even undisturbed and hanging slack, it reached halfway to his
knees.  Big hair covered balls accompanied his monster of a penis, and even
as the two looked on, it began to stiffen and to rear itself upwards like
an awakening dragon!  'I say, Jan!  How awesome!  What an impressive piece
of manhood!  Don't you think so my dear?' The girl just looked agast at the
huge cock before her!  Never had she ever thought that a man could be so
big!  The bakers boy had been larger by half than her wreckling of a
husband, and very nice it had been, but this was a different proposition
entirely!  The verger smiled and took his pride and joy in his hand.  'Big
'uns run in the family.  My boy's the same!  Well, almost.  Never used it
yet, but a big lad by any measure, if yer know what I mean!' He and the
priest fell about laughing, whilst the young wife felt a prickle of
forboding run up her spine.  His boy?  She shut her eyes in an attempt to
rid herself of the prospect of being both the father and the son's
plaything.  But hands on her body quickly brought her back to the unsavoury
present.  Father Jacob was behind her, his hands around her chest cupping
her ample breasts, whilst the verger knelt in front of her and pushed his
face into her groin, his tongue licking its way through her blonde pubic
hair to find her clitoris.  Within minutes the poor girl was beginning to
wonder why the torture she was being subjected to felt so good!  How could
she possibly react so positively to the odious figure of the verger and his
hideous member?  Non the less, as Father Jacob gently pulled her backwards
and lowered her to the floor of the vestry, her thighs parted freely to
allow the slavering verger to continue his manipulation of her private
parts.  Moments later the verger gripped her ankles and lifted her legs. 
Still kneeling and without a hand to guide it, he began to push his huge
knob into her.  She watched the monster as it slid in.  She felt it part
her outer labia and barge through the inner, invading her very core.  Her
unbeleiving eyes watched as it slowly dissappeared from view, swallowed by
her hungry, hot hole.  Still kneeling, the verger bent forward slightly and
began to fuck her with twelve inches of thick, solid cock.  Father Jacob's
glistening eyes watched in glee as he viewed the real live pornography on
display before him, his hand working his own penis, as he knelt by the
girl's head.
   For several minutes the verger casually serviced the shocked girl.  But
then he began to quicken his strokes, pressure from his big balls building
to a point that demanded ever faster thrusting.  Inevitably this caused the
young wife some considerable discomfort, but only in as much as she began
to puff and pant and squirm beneath her stud.  Suddenly she yelped out loud
and shuddered violently in the throes of a deep seated and soul shattering
orgasm.  The verger, until then quiet despite his efforts, gave a gutteral
grunt and filled the girl to overflowing with an amount of semen that was
entirely in keeping with the size of his genitals!  Father Jacob too,
reached the limit of his masturbation and shot several flights of his own
juice across the girl's face and breasts.  Despite this release the priest
leaped up, his still hard cock swinging wildly about.  'On your knees!  On
your knees!  he yelled, hauling the girl up and around.  As she settled on
all fours, Father Jacob got behind her and quickly pushed into her,
displacing huge globules of the verger's sperm.  Giggling insanely he began
to fuck her hard and fast, whilst the smiling verger stood in front of the
girl and slipped his knob into her panting mouth.
   And so it was that the two elderly ladies from the local flower
arranging society found the three of them when they opened the door of the
vestry to fill vases from the tap at the little sink in the corner of the
room.  When the initial commotion was over, and the scandal broke, the
young housewife was duly thrown out by her husband.  Father Jacob, his
promising future now well and truly behind him, was moved to Polheim, and
the still smiling ex-verger, moved the homeless mother and baby into his
house.  A few months later he became the father of another well hung little
boy!  His eldest son, of course, coached by his loving father, duly lost
his innocence and practiced with his large and oft erect member, on his new
step mother when ever he had the urge and his father was not similarly
engaged!  Never had a young woman got so much cock without leaving home.  A
close knit family indeed.
   Father Jacob sighed and turned the page of this month's edition of
'Education and the Catholic Schoolgirl'.  Somehow his masturbation was no
comfort now, his self induced orgasms no compensation for the loss of his
Frankfurt parish, nor indeed for the loss of the young housewife.  Still,
he mused, she'd not be so tight now, not after two babies, the verger and
his son....  A movement outside the study window caught his eye.  Father
Jacob watched the little girl as she pushed open the gate to his house and
approached the front door.  She was, he remembered, a regular attendee at
church.  A pretty little thing of about ten or twelve years.  He got up in
anticipation of the door bell, which duly rang its tinkling summons.  He
opened the door and asked, 'Hello.  How can I help you?' The blushing girl
shuffled her feet, looking at her feet.  'Mama asks if she may borrow a
Bible....' Father Jacob raised his eyebrows.  'But of course.  Why does she
not have one?' The girl looked up sheepishly, answering in a voice so quiet
he could hardly hear her.  'Its my fault Father.  I left it on the train.'
Tears welled up in the little girls eyes, and Father Jacob's heart went out
to the now sobbing child.  'Oh!  Don't cry, little one!' He knelt in front
of her.  'I'm sure its not a bad thing.  Maybe God wanted someone to find
it, so they could have a Bible too....' He pulled out his hankerchief and
dabbed her cheeks.  She snuffled and looked at him with hope in her eyes.
'Do you think so?  Mama said I was careless.  She sent me to bed without
supper.' Father Jacob smiled.  He was taken by the innocent air of her
childish remorse.  A faint smell of perfumed soap came to his nostrils and
he was suddenly acutely aware of her physical nearness to him.  He felt an
overwhelming urge to take her in his arms, to hold her and brush away the
sorrow in her young life.  'Oh dear.  That wasn't nice, was it?' She wiped
her eyes with the back of her hand.  'Would you like a glass of milk and a
biscuit?  I was just going to have one myself, when you rang the doorbell.'
A feint smile crossed her face, and she nodded her head.  He stood up and
took her hand.  'Come on, lets go to the kitchen.  There may even be some
chocolate biscuits if were lucky!'
   He watched her as she munched on a chocolate digestive.  Traces of milk
highlighted her pink lips, and tiny biscuit crumbs clung to the corners of
her mouth.  He sipped his glass of milk and looked her over.  She was
blonde, her hair hung down past her shoulders, a yellow ribbon tied in a
bow holding it in a 'pony tail'.  She wore a white shirt under a somewhat
faded, but spotlessly clean, yellow pinafore dress.  He looked down at her
shoes.  They too had seen better days, but they still managed to gleam at
him; veritable witnesses to the care lavished on this little girl by a poor
but scrupulous parent.  Despite the obvious lack of money in the household,
the girl was not a thin, scrawny waif, such as haunted the streets of the
city.  On the contrary, she had the appearance of being quite well fed,
pink cheeks advertising her healthy, and now, after three chocolate
biscuits, quite cheerful disposition!  She finished off her glass of milk.
Her blue eyes twinkled and a radiant smile lit up her face.  'Thank you
Father!' He returned the smile.  He felt as thought the whole room was
illuminated by her beaming face.  'Tell me, what's your name?' Her bright,
wide eyes gazed aat his.  'Eva.  Eva Brankhorst.' He nodded, as though he
had just remember.  'And you live just past the school, if I'm not
mistaken?' 'Yes Father.' Again he nodded.  'So Eva, now we know each other,
we can be friends, yes?' Eva nodded enthusiastically.  'Yes, Father.'
'Good. Now don't forget, there's always a glass of milk and a biscuit here
for my friends!  Can't always promise the biscuits will be chocolate
though.' She frowned.  What, he thought, could be the problem now?  'I
never had chocolate biscuits before....just ones that Mama makes.' Her
countenance brightened.  'Chocolate are best though!' Father Jacob laughed.
'I don't know, I never had ones your Mama made....only ones from the
village shop!  I'll bet your Mama's biscuits are much better really!' He
took her hand once more and they made their way to his study.  As they
walked hand in hand through the big rambling house, he felt her small
fingers gripping his, holding tight, as though she feared she might fall if
she let go.  Again he felt the urge to hold her close to him, to wrap her
in his arms and smother her in kisses.  He stopped, and looked down at her.
Her head was by his elbow, she was looking up at him.  Kisses?  Did he
really want to kiss her?  'Is something the matter?  Did we forget
something?' She asked, her small voice almost lost in the gloom of the
passageway.  Shaking his head he replied, 'No, nothing's the matter, I was
just thinking about something.' Not being used to the company of children
and their unabashed freedom of conversation, he was totally unprepared for
her next question.  'What were you thinking?' What could he say?  How could
he tell her that he wanted her to stay with him, that he wanted to hold her
and not let her go.  Instead, after marshalling the torrent of thoughts in
his head, he said, 'I was just thinking what a pretty girl you are, and
which Bible I should give you.' Her face turned pink, her eyes shiny.  'Any
one will do.  Do you really think I'm pretty?' He smiled down at her, 'Yes,
of course I do!  In fact I think you must be one of the prettiest girls in
the village!' He opened the door to his study.  They crossed over to his
bookshelves, and he looked over his collection.  Apart from numerous
Bibles, books on philosophy and theology, there were also several other
publications that were not usually found on a priests bookshelves!  He
noticed Eva was gazing open mouthed in awe at the books.  'Do you like
books, Eva?' she nodded.  'Yes Father, but we haven't got any at home, Mama
says they are too expensive.' He reached up and took down a Bible.  'Here.
You can keep this one.' 'Oh!  thank you Father!' He studied her face for a
moment, then took another book from the shelves.  He looked at the title,
then put it back.  He took another, and turning to the little girl, said,
'I was wondering if there was another book you might like to read.  I have
some, er, picture books too, but they are for grown ups.  Maybe a little
too old for you.  She just looked up at him, her face a picture of
innocence.  'Let me see, how old are you?' 'I'm ten and a half, Father.'
She announced proudly.  He raised his eyebrows.  'Really!  I thought you
were older, at least eleven or even twelve....' Eva giggled.  His eyes
dropped to her chest.  Her dress, he observed for the first time, was
showing distinct signs of having breasts pushing forward under it.  She saw
him looking at her, and drew herself up a little, pulling back her
shoulders.  'Everyone says I'm big for my age, Father.' He was almost
shocked as he realised what she had just done!  Had she really stuck her
chest out to show him just how big a girl she was?  She had, as if to prove
what everyone said about her was true!  'Er, yes, er, so you are, er....'
he decided to push his luck a little, '....most attractive too, if I may
say so!' His eyes lingered on her out thrust chest.  She smoothed her dress
down over her stomache, and Father Jacob saw that she really was big for
her age.  'Yes, you're quite a young woman, aren't you, Eva?' She giggled
again.  'Mama had to buy me a bra....I'm the only one in my class that has
one!' She was proud of her young body.  'Really!' He pushed Lady Luck
again. 'No doubt all the boys want to be your friend now....' She blushed.
'They just say horrible things.  I hate boys.' He took her hand and stroked
it gently.  'Take no notice of them.  They're just little boys.  Men will
think you are a beautiful young woman.' The blush stayed firmly in place.
'Do you think I'm beautiful, Father?' This was the second time she had
asked this.  'Of course I do.  I may be a priest, but I am still a man, and
men always want beautiful girls!' He raised her small hand to his lips and
kissed it.  Eva gazed in awe at him, confusion speading through her.  'What
do you mean, <men always want beautiful girls>?' He froze.  What to say to
her?  'They want them to be their wives, to have their babies.' She studied
him for a moment, a quizzical look on her face.  'You want me to be your
wife and have your babies?' He smiled at her.  'I think you are just a
little young to be a wife, don't you?  But I'm sure you will be a very good
one.  Your husband will be a very lucky man!  Besides, I'm not alowed to
have a wife, because I'm a priest.' She nodded slowly.  Her eyes still on
his.  'I think I should be going home now, Father.  She said, picking up
her bible.  'Yes, of course.  Remember, there's always milk and biscuits!'
He added hopefully.  He showed her to the door, and she trotted off up the
path to the gate.  She opened it, and for a second, she looked back at him
and smiled.  He returned the smile and waved.
   Back in the study he flopped down in his chair and stared at the
ceiling. In the pit of his stomache, butterflies began to settle down.  His
mind was in turmoil.  She was ten and he'd been excited by her.  He'd begun
to get an erection, wanted her.  There was no denying it.  He ached for
her! Closing his eyes he pictured little Eva in his mind's eye.  Her yellow
dress and her white shirt melted away.  She stooped and removed her under
wear.  Whisps of hair lay across her mons veneris.  Her breasts were well
developed, her nipples, still those of a child, were hard and pointed....
   A hundred metres away, little Eva was hurrying up the village street,
her face bright red, her hand still tingling where Father Jacob had kissed
it.  She'd never been kissed by a man before.  Nor had a man ever called
her beautiful!  And all that talk about husbands and wives and babies!  And
he'd looked at her titties!  Excitement ran through her like stream in
flood.  It gushed from her head, all the way down through her body, causing
ripples of feeling in places that had never had feelngs before.  It
unlocked hormones that until now, had lain dormant in her child's body. 
Now they coursed through her blood stream waking sleeping feelings and
lighting the first sparks of passion.  Not that little Eva recognised this
sexual awakening.  She just had warm, tingly feelings in all sorts of odd
places.  Her blush lit up her face, spreading down her neck and over her
chest.  Father Jacob's words echoed in her head.  <They're just little
boys. Men will think you are a beautiful young woman.  Men always want
beautiful girls....> She laughed out loud A tinkling sound that carried
down the village street like sleigh bells in winter.  Still laughing she
ran all the way home.  That night before she fell asleep, she wondered just
why and how men 'want' beautiful girls.  Pictures that she had never seen
before began to drift through her previously innocent mind.  There were
gaps in the pictures, but she began to see what they were telling her.  Her
little hand found its way between her thighs, and a few minutes later she
whimpered and shook to the spasms of her very first orgasm.
   In his lonely house as he lay in his bed, Father Jacob stroked his rigi
cock as his imagination wandered over Eva's body.  
  
Father Jacob