Anonymous - The Lascivious Monk

“Are my legs spread wide enough?”

“Oh, yes… though… actually… yes, the opening of your little hole is very tight… Oh, well, I'll have to try nevertheless.”

And the priest put the tip of his prick expertly at the entrance of Georgette's virginal pussy.

“Ooh, aah… I can feel your finger again,” Georgette exclaimed, “but it is so thick and heavy!”

“That's because it is a man's finger…”

“Oh, yes, of course.”

“It is quite possible that it might hurt a little bit… you must excuse me if I am a little clumsy. But, being a priest and, naturally, un-. married, I lack certain experiences, if you know what I mean…”

“I will suffer gladly, if it consoles you.”

“God bless you, my child.”

And with an energetic push of his behind, Father Pineraide quickly sank his dong into the tight little hole, which literally fell to pieces under the gigantic onslaught.

“Oh, dear God in Heaven,” cried Georgette, “I have never felt such pain! Did you have to stick your finger in all the way… and without any warning?”

“Yes, my child. I had to do that. It's the only way for the cure to take effect. Now, let me move my finger back and forth a little bit… You do understand that it had to be healed in one session… unfortunately, you are not always around… there, you see… now I shove it in… now I pull it out… now I shove it in again, and now I pull it out…”

“It does not hurt so much any longer.”

“Now I push it to the right, now I shove it to the left, now I am twisting it in the middle… ooh, your natural warmth is beginning to work, I believe… could I push a little bit harder and quicker?… so… aaah… yes, that's it… ah!.. ah!..”

“I am sure it is doing you a lot of good… am I right?”

“I believe so… yes… I… I can feel the excitement… to the tips of my toes… I… I… Oooh, God!.. Aaah, sweet Jesus, holy Virgin Mary… please, please grant me that I can hold back… I… I can't hold it any longer… I… Jesus, Mary… I am coming… ooooh!”

While Pineraide was voluptuously crooning, Georgette exclaimed, deliriously happy, “Oh, Monsignor… I am sure that your boil, has burst… I can feel its warm discharge dearly inside my body!”

And while the abbot disappeared into the dining room to put on his cassock, she murmured sadly, “What a pity that the fluid came so quickly out of Monsignor's finger… I was about to come for the second time!”

A few days after all the pleasant happenings, Monsignor Pineraide officially took on the duties of priest in Motte-sur-Vy. For the first time he put on his vestments and read Mass.

It was on a Monday, but nevertheless the church was filled to capacity. Obviously, most of them were women. Among the pious sheep in the front row was little Theresa, her mother, Miss Georgette (who was now officially Queen of Virtue), and to the side, in the half-darkness, the old housekeeper whose asshole was still sore as hell.

Aah! Now he was truly the Abbot Pineraide, but even in his priestly vestments it was clear that he was quite a stud. He bowed in all directions, mainly to show off his good figure and the strength of his body. Under his sacred vestments, it was easy to guess the enormous size of his male virility.

Most of the women, kneeling down to pray, felt their ticklers swell, their pussies moisten, and many a sigh was not meant for the Virgin Mary but a lustful desire to feel the enormous dong of the young priest deep in their bellies, pumping up and down till they would go out of their minds. Meanwhile they got their vicarious thrills from the mighty voice of their priest which rang like heavenly music through the church.

His victory was complete. When the Mass was finished, he had conquered every woman's heart, and entering their pussy or their asshole would merely be a matter of asking for it.

When he entered the vestry, the old Father Duretron was waiting for him. He said with a sarcastic sneer, “I'll give you good advice, my dear young friend. Don't overdo it, and prepare yourself for the worst. I have noticed the effect you have on the females of Motte-sur-Vy, and I feel sorry for you if your prick cannot live up to the veiled promises you have made.”

“Oh, that,” Pineraide answered lightheartedly. “As far as that is concerned I am sure I can deliver. Thank God I have a dong which is capable of satisfying even the most demanding connoisseur.”

“The better for you, my boy. Because all these bigoted bitches come to church for one purpose only. I have been here for almost twenty years, and during that time they have worn out at least two dozen priests. They were like you, young and strong, willing and horny. But, in no time at all these praying front seat cunts reduced them to old, gray men, incapable of getting a hard-on. And then, your usefulness as father confessor is over. I am the only one who has managed to stick it out, even though I have become noticeably weaker. But I have managed to hold in… besides, I don't give a damn about women; I can't stand cunts. I prefer little boys, they don't exhaust one so much…”

“Now, now! That depends. At the seminary I have cornholed all my comrades and believe me, many a time my loins and back ached and sometimes I couldn't walk straight for days.”

“Oh, I believe you, but I don't fuck assholes either.”

“You let yourself be sucked only?”

“Sometimes, yes… but what I like best is to have a little boy of about twelve to fourteen years stick his little peter in my ass. Oh, if you only knew how good that feels. To have the lithe, little body of a boy humping up and down your buttocks, and to feel that tiny little prick carefully disappear into your asshole. It doesn't tear you apart like the big hard-on of a man, but it just makes you horny enough to get a stiff prick yourself. And then, when the little boy's prick is all the way in, shuddering with pleasure, and when the boy's little hand begins to jack off-in the beginning you have to tell the little tykes that it is God's will, but soon they begin to ask for more-you experience a heavenly feeling, true delight. Try it, and you will see that I am right.”

“Thinking about it makes me drool already. Alas, I am afraid that it is more difficult to find little boys than it is to find women. They fall on their backs and open up their legs the moment they see me.”

“Pineraide, I cannot believe that you are that naive! You have right here more boys than you could possibly handle. Think of all the choir boys.”

“You are right; I had not thought about them.”

“Every single one of these boys has licked my balls, sucked my prick, and fucked me in the ass. Otherwise I would not allow them in the vestry.”

“And you have never put it in yourself?”

“Oh, no! I hate these shit holes. I have one other passion. I love to suck the little prick of one of these children. Quite often when I got fucked by one of these choir boys in the behind, I would be sucking the hard-on of one of the other boys… it tastes delicious. These young pricks, especially when they are still fresh and rosy, are a true delicacy. They smell delicious and are particularly exciting. And when they come… only a few little drops, of course… I swallow it. It makes me drunk with desire, nay, it almost drives me crazy with lust. Six to eight drops of come from a little boy are far superior to the best glass of Benedictine or Chartreuse.”

“That sounds like a medicine I have to try myself.”

“Oh, Pineraide, I can definitely recommend it. It is charming and pleasant, and it will give you a chance to recuperate from fucking all those women. And then there is something else, which is very important, and one of the reasons that I have my sex the way I just described. When I still fucked women, I noticed quite often that they did not come, even though I strained myself, using all my strength, bodily and mentally. And, when your partner does not come, the pleasure is only half there. Because, after all, it is far more pleasant to have sex and to notice that the woman you are fucking is coming one time after another. With a carnal coupling there are two feelings that have to be united to give the greatest pleasure to body and soul. And when you are working on a woman who remains as cold as a lump of dead flesh, you may get a physical satisfaction, but the mind remains unaffected. With little boys, however, this never happens. They come every time, and always at the proper moment. I think that is because between two members of the same sex, one can usually guess when the other is ready to come. And that immediately has as a result that the partner comes, too. The feelings are more intense, they are always mutual, and nobody is left hanging with an unsatisfied feeling!”