Anonymous - The Lascivious Monk

“Her best friend, the Countess de Salfessier, will try anything to see you in the nude. Again, I must warn you… don't do it! Don't even allow her to take your prick in her hand… she bites! I am not kidding you, it is an illness with her. Once she bit me so hard that I thought she had bitten the head off my dong. I had to wear a bandage for at least three weeks.

“There are quite a lot of whores here in this little town, and it would take me days to name them all. I must warn you for one more, namely the Marquise de Finrondin, She gave the syphilis to Father Dardenfeu, your predecessor.

“But now I must go. The gardener's little boy is going to fuck me in the ass and I don't want the little tyke to wait too long. Otherwise he will do it with his friends, and I wind up with nothing. I'll be seeing you!”

Father Duretron scratched his balls, a sure sign that he felt comfortable and happy, and disappeared in search for the gardener's little boy.

Father Duretron's story about the little boys who fucked him in the ass had made a deep impression upon Father Pineraide.

Indeed, it must be heavenly.

That night, when he took off his clothes to go to bed, he decided that he was going to try it himself as soon as the opportunity offered itself.

He did not have to wait long.

One day he had barely taken off his vestments, when two little choirboys came into the vestry to dress. Pineraide immediately decided to try out Duretron's claim.

He motioned the children to come closer.

“What's your name, little friend?”

“Henry, Monsignor.”

“Good, dear Henry, you may close the door…”

“You want me to lock it, right?”

“Yes…”

Little Henry began to smile.

“What are you laughing about?” asked the priest.

“I am not laughing, but I'll lock the door for you.” It was obvious that the little boy had had the same order quite frequently from Father Duretron. And, equally obvious, he expected something similar, which might account for his smile.

“And what is your name,” the priest asked the other boy.

“Celestin.”

“Celestin, that is a beautiful name… Well, Celestin, would you like to earn a couple of nickels?”

“Oh, yes, please! What do you want me to do?”

Father Pineraide took his prick out of his pants and showed it to the little choir boy. “I want you to caress it.”

“I would be happy to do that!” Celestin exclaimed. “And I do that for free!”

And he called out to his little friend, “Henry, oh, Henry! Come here and take a look. The prick of Monsignor is positively gorgeous!”

And Henry ran over quickly…

“Oooh! What a beauty! And look how thick it is! I make a bet that's because it is a new one. It's at least twice as big as the one of Father Duretron!”

“And look at those big balls! Aren't they beautiful?”

“May I caress them, Monsignor?”

“But, of course! Please, go ahead.”

“No, I want to tickle his balls!”

“But then I can kiss his prick!”

“Children, children, please… no quarreling, and hurry up!”

“But,” Celestin said, “if you would take off your pants, it would be so much easier.”

“And so much more beautiful,” added Henry. “Why don't we all undress, the three of us? It's only one o'clock… and nobody ever shows up for Vespers… we have time enough for a lot of fun.”

“Besides, if anybody shows up, we simply don't open the door.”

“You know, I have the idea that the two of you are a couple of little pigs…”

“Well now, Monsignor,” said little Henry, “we are only glad to see such a beautiful big prick.”

“All right then, let's take off our clothes.”

A few minutes later the three of them were mother naked.

“And now we want to take turns to caress this beautiful dong so that nobody will become jealous.”

“It's fine with me.”

The two boys bent over and took turns licking the balls of the priest and sucking his prick.

“Well, well, well, you boys,” said Father Pineraide, “you sure know how to do a good job.”

“That's because we like doing it,” answered Henry. “You know, it is quite some time ago that we have seen a beautiful, young piece of tail.”

“And what about the good Father Duretron?”

“Him? That old piece of shriveled meat? You could suck on it for hours and it would not even become half stiff…”

“Oh, yes, his is not like yours.”

“And yours tastes so good.”

“Now it's my turn again.”

“No, I want again.”

“Me too…”

“No, give it to me…”

“Hey, you boys… stop it! If you keep that up, I won't be able to hold in, and I'll come all over the place. And I don't want to come, yet… Wait, I have a better idea. I am going to suck your little pricks. Go, stand upon a chair. Then your pricks are about at the height of my mouth… so, yes, that's good. Now, stand close together, then I won't tire so quickly. See, Celestin's prick is bigger than Henry's.”

“But I am a year older, Monsignor.”

“And you have never fucked?”

“No.”

“Your little pricks are very pretty. First I want to taste them and then I want to smell them. Ah, look how stiff they get, and I am only breathing upon them. They are about as thick as my thumb… Now, I am going to lick them, one after the other, just like you have done to me. But I only do it to bring you in the proper mood… here we go: One, two… one, two… one, two… but don't come, yet…”

“I know,” little Henry said.

“I'll squeeze my buttocks together.”

“And now,” the priest exclaimed, “stay close together so that I can take both pricks in my mouth at the same time… yes… that's it… you two little pigs know precisely what I mean… oh, my God, I am getting so excited that I am afraid I can't hold in any longer… quick, come down from your chairs… let's begin our play!”

The two choir boys were already on the floor.

The priest put one on his back and stood over him, leaning on elbows and knees. He was in a sixty-nine position so that they could suck each other, and he held his ass toward the other choir boy.

“Ah, now I understand,” said Celestin who had been elected to play the role of the man. “I am supposed to stick mine into you?”

“Yes, and firm. It is the first time…”

“You will be satisfied, because the mere idea is driving me wild. But first I would like to lick you a little bit… ”

“Go right ahead…”

And the choir boy licked the ass and the balls of the priest. The priest had the prick of the other choir boy in his mouth, whereas the choir boy was sucking wildly on the priest's prick.

It was delicious, but the crisis was approaching.

“Now,” exclaimed the priest, “stick it in my ass, and when you feel that you have to come, be sure to tell us so that we can all come at the same time.”

Little Celestin did a perfect job. He positioned his prick in front of the priestly asshole and with one mighty shove he pushed it in up to the hilt.

It worked like a miracle.

The priest was muttering, “Oh! Jesus Christ. How divine… I would never have believed that it would be so delicious. Please, Henry, be careful. Don't let my prick slip out of your mouth…”

“No, Monsignor.”

“I am taking yours in my mouth again…”

“And I,” Celestin said, “I am in paradise. It's heavenly, and so nice and moist and warm… I can't hold in any longer, Monsignor… I am coming… I… I… can… oooh! I've come!”

“So did I,” said Henry.

“And I,” roared Pineraide.

For a full minute all one could hear was groaning and voluptuous grunting. There was not a little bit of semen left. Henry had swallowed Father Pineraide's entire load, the priest had done the same, discovering that little boys' balls are a true delicacy. And even the priest's ass was clean, simply because Celestin, the moment he had pulled out his prick, had sucked the come out of Pineraide's ass.