Father Kristov sighed in lamentation at the unfortunate circumstances that brought him here to the backwater parish he'd been assigned. Once a high ranking priest in a big city, Father Kristov was now just another priest in a rural setting, struggling to fill the pews for the Sunday morning mass.
He'd been in this post for almost ten years now and in that time, there had been a few boys and girls that he'd been able to have a bit of fun with, but none were as good as... damn it... he'd forgotten the boy's name. But Father Kristov couldn't forget the boy's skilled mouth or his gorgeous, tight bubble butt, or the fact that the boy's mother had walked into the church to collect her son fifteen minutes earlier than normal and caught Father Kristov in the act of ploughing the boy's ass on the church altar.
It was fortunate that Father Kristov had actually been such a well respected member of the church until that point, otherwise they might not have hushed it up, assigned him a rural posting and told him not to get caught with his cock in any other boys or girls.
The priest stopped, his reminiscing and lamenting had meant that he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. Getting his bearings, Father Kristov now found himself alone in the local park, the sun just beginning to set. With another sigh, Father Kristov sets off once more, in the direction of the church.
After walking just a few yards, he pauses. No, not quite alone, he thought to himself as he spots a young girl sat on the bench nearby, facing away from him. She looks to be between eight and ten years old, with long dark hair tied back in a simple ponytail. While not a boy, if she's naive enough, she could prove a welcome distraction for the priest.
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Hanna could feel the eyes of the priest on her back the moment he walked round the corner. She'd seen him around before and knew that he sometimes came this way on his evening walks.
She heard the faint crunch of gravel under his feet, signalling that he was now walking once more. And when that stopped, she knew that he'd left the path and was now walking across the grass towards the bench she was occupying. It came as no surprise to the young girl when she heard the priest cough lightly behind her, clearing his throat to speak.
"Yes Father Kristov, what can I do for you?" Hanna asked, catching the priest off guard.
"How did you know it was me?" He asked the girl in surprise, "and for that matter, how do you know my name? I don't believe we've ever spoken before." He added.
"It's quite simple, Father Kristov. I smelt the church incense on you as you approached. Only a priest could stink so strongly of incense and not notice, and you are the only priest in the area, Father Kristov." The girl replied. "Now that I've answered your questions, how about you answer mine. Is there something I can do for you, Father?"
Hanna could practically hear the blood coursing through the priest's veins as she asked her innocent question, could tell that it was moving towards his member and swelling it with impure and unpriestly intentions as Father Kristov heard the lewd innuendo in her question that simply wasn't there.
"It's getting pretty late, I just wanted to make sure that you're alright. Young girls like you shouldn't be out so late on their own." Father Kristov said. "Anything might happen."
Just as Hanna was about to answer and tell the priest that she was fine, her stomach grumpled, reminding her that she hadn't fed for a while.
"I'm waiting for my Mum to pick me up." Hanna replied instead. "But she appears to be running late."
"Have you tried phoning her?" The priest asked.
"No, my battery is dead." Hanna asked. Then when it was clear that the priest wasn't going to offer to help, she added, "can I use your phone to call her, please?"
"I don't have a mobile." Father Kristov lied, "but, you're welcome to come to my place with me and use the phone in the vicarage."