Priestly Promiscuity

Chapter Ten

Violating Vicki

The big, tall girl got shakily to her feet and, as he had hoped, the monk saw the tell-tale dark patch on the crotch of her light coloured jogging suit. He stood also but, by bending forward slightly, he was able to hide his huge erection in his robes.

"What is that, Vicki?" he asked in a stern voice as he pointed to the moist stain. "Were you affected again by thinking about what you saw last night?"

"I... I... Oh, Father? I didn't mean to? Like? I? Oh, sir?"

"That's all right, my child. I think that may be God's sign to us? He's telling us what we should do. You must take off your clothes now, Vicki. We must try to quell your sinful urges before Mr. Crisp is able to take advantage of your weakness."

"But, sir? Oh, Father? What are you going to do?" the girl asked shyly as, obediently, she began to disrobe.

The horny monk watched with lustful delight as the big, naive girl slowly bared her plump, statuesque body. Her breasts were to other breasts, he thought, what his cock was to ordinary cocks. They were huge, heavy fleshbags and, as she removed her brassiere, they flopped out in all their naked glory. Her hips were wide and her belly was convexly rounded. He could see that this girl would need more than an ordinary organ to fill her and he almost jumped her right then.

"I can see what Mrs. Crisp meant last night, my child. I suspect that, even if you yielded to her husband, you would be left unsatisfied. But, of course, we can't let that happen anyway, can we? We both know that God doesn't want you to give yourself in adultery to a married man." and as she stood there, docile and acquiescent he slid his hand gently across her belly and down between her thighs.

"Sir? Oh, Father? What are you doing?" the young woman asked as, compliantly she parted her legs to give him better access. She was afraid but he was a priest and she knew she had to obey him.

"I'm just confirming God's sign." he replied and the big girl shuddered with unwilled excitement as his fingers fondled the fleshy folds of her soft, wet labia. "There is another sign he has given us also, my child. The Good Lord has done something with me, also." He took her hand and slipped it between the front of his robe to touch his raging erection.

"OH FATHER! OH SIR!" she cried out and she jerked her hand away from his hot hardness. "Oh, golly? What does He mean?"

"Let us look, Vicki. Let us look and see what He has done to me?" and the pseudo-priest opened the front of his robe to reveal the huge, wrist-thick tree trunk that projected out and up from its hairy base.

"OH SIR! SIR?" the young woman gasped, shrinking away from the huge, threatening organ. "Oh, Father? It's not like Mr. Crisp's? It's so much bigger? Oh, sir, he'd have kilt Mrs. Crisp if he'd put that in?"

"I don't think so, my child." the young monk said, taking her wrist and urging her to touch his erection. "Remember, you said she was asking for more? She wanted him to be bigger so that he could get deeper into her. And she told him he wouldn't be big enough to satisfy you because she knows you're a big woman and you'll need even more than she does. I think God may have made me get this big today because he knows what you need, my child. I think that's another sign from Him."

Again, he drew her hand close to his gargantuan tool. The buxom girl resisted for a moment but then her ingrained obedience to the priest, whatever priest it was, caused her to allow him to place her trembling hand on his huge, thick, rock-hard erection. Her hand instinctively wrapped around it although she could not span its mammoth dimensions. As she was doing this, Brother John was playing with the fat, sensitive lips of her swollen pussy and the young woman felt a growing heat in her loins.

"Feel yourself down here, my child. Put your fingers on your cunt, Vicki." the monk said softly as he began to fuck her warmly clasping other hand. Obediently, the girl did as she was told and he asked, "Do you get wet and slippery like this very often?"

"Uh? Like? Uh, sir... only when? Like? When I touch myself... except, Like? When I watched them last night, sir? And today?"

"Do you know what God is telling you? Do you know why you get so wet and slippery, my child?"

"Uh? No, sir?" she replied in a faint voice. "I don't?"

"Feel the tip of my cock, Vicki. What do you feel there?"

The big, young virgin looked down and touched the bulbous, purple tip.

"Oh, Father? It's wet and... like... slippery, too?"

"That's another sign, my child. It is God's way of preparing us. You know how you put oil on something when you want to slip it into a small opening? Well, this is God's oil. He's making us both slippery so we can join together. He's guiding us, my child. I think he's telling us how we should protect you from Mr. Crisp and your lewd thoughts."

"OH FATHER? Father? Oh, sir? You mean He wants us to? Like? To do what they done last night? You mean He's makin' me slippery so you can... Like? Ohh, sirr?"

"We can't be sure, my child?" the young monk replied, afraid he was going too fast and that he would scare this ripe young woman away before he had achieved his objective. "But He might want that? We have to do something more to see if He gives us another sign. Lie down, my child. Lie down on the sofa and we will try to find out what He wants us to do. Perhaps God has some other plan to save you?"

"Am I s'posed to let you put it in my mouth, sir? Is that what we're s'posed to do?" the big girl asked and, obedient as always, she lay on the narrow couch.

"I don't believe so, Vicki? Not now, anyway. I'll get on you, my child, and I know He'll guide us. Has anyone else ever done anything to you like Mr. Crisp did to her last night?"

"You mean, like, has anyone been inside me, sir? Oh, no! Like, Uncle Bill touched me there once when I was only fourteen, but it was just for a moment, sir? And then he pushed me off his lap? But nobody never put nothin' in me, sir."

"You'll have to spread your legs, my child. I'm going to touch you there... on your cunt... with this... And God will let us know what He wants us to do to help you, Vicki."

With docile acquiescence, the big girl parted her long legs but the narrow sofa did not permit them to open far. The phony priest knelt between them and with his hands he spread them wider, easing her feet to the floor on either side of the cot. As her legs spread wider apart, her fat cuntlips parted to reveal the pink, inner labia. Then, as she watched with trusting, wide-eyed innocence, he lowered his hips until the tip of his mammoth dong was just touching the fleshy folds of her vulva.

The girl flinched and tried to pull away as she felt the burning heat of the intimate contact with her virgin pussy but a nauseous feeling of excitement filled her belly. The young monk, determined to make this ripe-bodied young woman into a completely submissive sex-slave placed his hands on her mountainous breasts.

"Now, my child, you must tell me what you are feeling. Does this make you feel anything different?" he asked as he rolled the large, rubbery nipples between his fingers. "Does this hurt you, Vicki?"

"Oh, sir? No? It doesn't hurt. Like? It makes me? Ohh, sir? It's sorta? Like? It gives me a funny feelin' in my belly, Father?"

"Hmmm? Is that right, sister?" he said as, with his other hand he began to rub the bulbous tip of his cock up and down in the soft, wet fleshy folds of her fat vulva. "And does this make you feel different?"

"I?... I?... Oh, Father? Oh, sir? It makes me? Like? It's almost happnin', sir? Like? It's almost... you know?"

“No, my child. I don't know. I think God may want you to do something more? You hold it, Vicki. Put your hands down there and you move me the way you want."

"You mean? Like? Put my hands on your? Your?..." she whimpered.

"It's all right to say it, my child. Those words are all right for a wife to say to her husband... or for you to say to your priest. You can say 'cock' and 'cunt' to me, Vicki. And you must tell me what you are doing... and what you want to do. God will speak through us as we find out what we should do."

Hesitantly, the girl reached down with both hands and wrapped them around the gargantuan shaft, pressing it closer to the pulpy, wet softness of her vulva. Then she began to rub it up and down in the slit as he had been doing.

"What are you doing, my child? You must tell me."

"Ohh, Father?" she whimpered softly. "I'm? Like? Holding your? Your cock? Oohhh, Father? I'm rubbing it on my... my... oohhh, sir? I can't say it."

"You must, my child. We must get all of your thoughts out."

"MY CUNT, SIR! I'M RUBBING YOUR COCK ON MY CUNT!" the young innocent cried out as she pulled the tip of it hard against her throbbing clitoris. And then, embarrassed at saying it so loudly, she whimpered, "Oh, Father? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... like?.say it so loud... but... Like... this makes me feel so... oohhh, sirrr?"

The young monk mauled her huge breasts roughly as he felt the big, young woman stirring restlessly beneath him and as she squeezed his cockshaft almost painfully tight with her warm hands. "That's all right, my child.God is helping you gain release. Do you feel like it is cumming?"

"Hanh... annh... yuh... yuh... yess, Father. Hannh... Father... Faathherr..."the girl cried as the heat of her climax washed over her bulging belly. Her wide hips jerked and writhed and the pseudo-priest could barely restrain himself from taking the big, innocent virgin right then.

"Did it cum, sister? Did we satisfy your need? Will you be safe from Mr. Crisp, now?"

"Hanh? Annh? Ohh, sirr? I?... I... Ohh sirr? I think so?" the girl panted although she still had a feeling of emptiness, as if there was something more that she needed.

"We must be sure, my child. We must be sure. Since God has made me like this today, we must use his guidance to be sure you are protected. You can keep on for a minute or so to be sure that your lustful feelings are satisfied.

The girl was trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm but she continued to rub herself with the huge dong and, as the lustful monk had hoped, there was an almost immediate resurgence of her excitement.

"Father? Oh, Father? I don't know? I?... I?... It feels like? I'm getting that feeling again?" she whimpered.

He saw that, now, she was becoming more daring. He could feel the projection of her large clit as she rubbed his cock against it and now she also lingered when she pressed the knob at the burning hot portal to her big, virgin body. He milked and squeezed her huge mammaries and he sucked and bit her large, rubbery nipples, determined to bring the innocent, lush-bodied girl to a state of slave-like, submissive readiness.

Finally, he removed her hands from his throbbing cock and took control. He pressed the tip firmly against her cuntal orifice, letting almost an inch of it enter the snug ring as he asked, "What does that feel like, my child? Does that make you want anything else?"

"Father? Oh, sir? You mean? Like? Do I want it in me? Like last night? Like, when I pretended Mr. Crisp was in me?"

"Yes, my child. Is God telling you something? Is He saying that you have not overcome your desire to be adulterous?"

"I... I... Ohh, sirr? I don't know? He might be, Father? I... I... But his. His... Mr. Crisp's cock... It's a lot smaller, sir? "

"Oh, my child? I know now what I must do. God wants me to protect you from your adulterous desire, my child. God has made me big and hard like this today so that I can help you overcome that sinful temptation. He wants me to show you that Mr. Crisp is not who you are being saved for. That is why He made me so big, my child. So you will be prepared to wait for the man who will, some day, be your husband."

"What do you mean, sir? Are you saying that God wants you to?... to fuh... fuh... fuck me? With that? Oohhh, sirr? Are you sure?"

"Remember what Mrs. Crisp said last night? She told him he would be unable to satisfy you? If we don't do something, today, my child, he will come to your bed and make you an adulteress. And you'll let him do it, too, won't you, my child?"

"Unh... unh... y.y.yes, Father... I guess I will?"

"But he won't be big enough to satisfy you, Vicki. And, after, you will want more and you will do it with him again and again. You will surely spend an eternity in Purgatory, my child. God wants me to satisfy your sinful desire to save you from that."

The naive eighteen year old was frightened by the threat of purgatory and, in her religious innocence, she believed the immoral, young monk. As he raised his upper body from hers, she looked down fearfully at the monstrous organ that projected threateningly from his groin and shuddered at the thought of taking it inside. Yet, as he maintained the pressure on her sensitive cuntal orifice, she felt a thrill of lewd anticipation that almost overcame her fear.

"But, sir? I'm scairt?" she whimpered. "It's gonna hurt me, ain't it, Father? Like, if you put it in me?"

Brother John pushed into her and the huge, bulbous knob dilated her soft, fleshy labia as it disappeared within. And then, to his delight, he encountered the absolute proof of the girl's vestal state.

"It may hurt for a moment, my child." he said as he paused for a moment and let the tip of his cock soak in the wet heat of her cuntal vestibule. "But then you will feel different."

The big, ripe virgin looked up at him with trusting eyes but she flinched as the pressure in her cuntmouth increased. Reflexively, her wide hips tried retreat from his gentle but relentless thrust.

"Relax, my child. This is God's way, Vicki." the monk said softly as she tried to twist away from the pressure. He placed his hands on her wide hips and, in acquiescent response to his guidance; she tilted her pelvis, tensed her wide hips, and stopped moving.

The amoral monk watched lasciviously as his bulbous purple knob spread the girl's fat cuntlips apart and slowly sank into her. The snugness of her inviolate cunt mouth reluctantly engulfed the peach-sized head of his cock and then he felt the resistance of her hymeneal barrier.

"Oh yes my child. Oohh Yesss," he murmured as he slowly increased the force of his thrust, wanting to prolong this lustful moment.

Vicki's thighs strained wider apart as she tried to relieve the pressure in her unfucked sheath and then, her mouth gaping in a silent cry of pain, she felt a sharp, tearing sensation as her hymen parted before his onslaught.

"There, my child..." the monk said softly in lascivious triumph as her cherry broke."God has truly joined us together." Then he pushed the first four inches of the mammoth fleshpole into the slippery tightness of her tender twat. "Is it hurting, my child? Are you ready for more?"

"Hannh?... annh??... Oh, Father. It did, for a second, at first... it hurt at first... but?... not now, Father... It don't hardly hurt atall, now..."

He shifted higher on the broad plain of her hips so that the shaft of his cock was rubbing her erectly projecting clitoris and began, slowly, to move in and out of the tightly clinging sheath. With each succeeding stroke he penetrated a bit deeper, stretching the elastic sheath with his cautious advances until she was taking almost seven inches of the hard, fat organ into her virgin sheath.

The big, young girl looked up at him awe as she said, "Oh, Father... Now it don't hurt hardly a’tall... It just feels like... I dunno? Like? It's good, sir... Does God want you to put it all in me, Father?" she asked and, instinctively, she set her feet firmly on the floor and tilted her pelvis receptively.

"He'll let you know, my child. If He thinks you need all of it in you, you'll know... He'll make you tell me when you want it, Vicki. He'll make you ask for more like Mrs. Crisp did, last night. But if you ask, He has provided me with more to give you."

The lewd monk squeezed her huge, soft fleshbags while he continued to fuck the big girl's compliant body with slightly more than half of his gargantuan prick. With trusting innocence, she thrilled to the intimate assault on her virgin cunt, looking up at him and, occasionally glancing down at the thickly veined weapon that was only partly buried in her pulsing vagina. Brother John, after months of abstinence, knew he could not hold back much longer but he was determined that he would not enter her all the way until she was cumming and begging for it.

"Hunh? Unh? Unnnhh... sirr? Sirrr?" she panted as her loins were suddenly suffused with a burning heat.

"What is it my child? What do you want?" he asked and, just then, he felt a loosening of her cuntal grip and knew she was there.

"Hunnnhh... UNNNHH... there... It's cumming, Father... unnh... more... Hunnh... more... hurry, Father... Give it to me! MORE!" the artless housemaid cried out as she arched her broad pelvis up to her seducer.

"HUUUNNNGGHHH! UUNNNGGGHH!" the big, young virgin cried out as the mountain of flesh burst deeply into her never-fucked sheath. Her loins were convulsing with a momentous orgasm as she felt herself being stuffed impossibly full and she jerked and bucked beneath him. The monk rammed his throbbing cock as far into her cunt as he could go, feeling the tip encountering the hardness of her cervix as he stretched and distended the unfucked receptacle. His hips ground against hers, his pubis bruising her plump mons and he felt the spasmodic contractions gripping his rampant organ.

"Oh, yes, my child. Did God make it good for you?" he asked as she went limp beneath him. Did you get all you want?"

"Hanh... Father?... Father... Hanh... yes..." she panted weakly as she lay limply quivering beneath him. "It was? Hanh? Ohhh sirrr? I feel? It's in me so far, sir? I'm glad God made you so big for me, Father."

His own climax was close and the lustful monk began to fuck the big, docile virgin with long, slow strokes, withdrawing almost the complete length of his mammoth organ, then thrusting slowly back in until all nine inches were buried in her tortured, young sheath.

"This is how you are meant to be fucked, my child." he gasped. "Your cunt was made for a big cock like this. You need this, Vicki. Now, my child, you must help. You must rock your hips and help me to bathe you with God's healing balm. You must fuck up at me, Vicki."

The innocent girl looked up at her seducer and, awkwardly, she rocked her wide hips. Her first-fucked vagina ached from being stretched and filled by the monk's mammoth dong but she looked up at her seducer with a smile of innocent pleasure on her cute face. "Golly, Father. I'm glad it wuz you 'stead of Mr. Crisp coz I prob'ly want more'n Mrs. Crisp does... And she wasn't even gettin' enough... 'Less acourse God made him big for me like he done you?"

The big man lay full length and full weight on top of the buxom girl, rubbing his hairy chest on her huge tit-pillows and squeezing her soft rolls of hip flesh. He screwed the acquiescent housemaid with spiralling thrusts as her strong thighs levered her broad pelvis up to him. "Yes, Vicki, my child. God made me big like this so you'd know how good it can be. And I can tell that you were ready for it." Then the horny, young man raised his shoulders and, using his knees as a fulcrum, he began to fuck his innocent conquest again with slow, ten inch strokes.

"Annh... Father?... aannhh?" she panted, still smiling but her forehead wrinkling in a puzzled frown "Annh... sir? I think yer gonna? Like? I'm gettin' that feelin' again, sir? Annh... Can yuh go faster? Hannh... Can yuh fuck me faster, Father?" and as she artlessly welcomed his deeply thrusting strokes, she began to undulate beneath him with instinctive skill, he increased the tempo of his thrusts.

"Oh, yes, Vicki. I'll fuck you faster, my child. I'll fill your hot, tight cunt and make you cum again. Tell me when you're ready, my child. Tell me when you're cumming."

"Hanh... hurry... hannh... faster... fuck me faster... hanh... harder, Father." the big, ripe young woman panted. "Hunh... hunnggh... hunnnggghh...". she grunted as he hammered her flesh-padded pelvis with merciless force. Her huge tits bounced and flopped, the big fleshbags almost striking her chin as he jolted her lush body with fierce thrusts. "HUNNHH... HUNNGGHH... HUUUNNNGGHH..." the girl grunted loudly as she felt her cuntsheath being penetrated until he seemed to be right up in her belly. She was no longer smiling and her jaw hung slack as she chanted, "Hunnggh... yunngghh Father... cum... yunnggh... cumming... HUNNGGHH... CUH... CUH... CUMMINNGGG..."

The monk felt the contractions of her clasping sheath as the ache in his balls became fiery. Driving deeply into the big, young girl, he ground hard against her jerking, bucking hips and he exploded into the reflexively milking, spasming sheath.

Vicki's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the wet heat inundating her first-fucked cunt and she fell back to lie limply quivering beneath him. Jet after jet of stored up gism filled her cock-stuffed cunt as the innocent girl lay open and submissive beneath him.

"Oh, Vicki. Vicki, my child. We've made it. We've made it complete. Do you feel satisfied now? Will you be tempted tonight?"

"Father... aahhhhh... aahhhh... yesss... Oh, sir?... I feel?... Felt? Like, sir? Did you? Like? Aaahhhhh... was that like what Mrs. Crisp got in her mouth, Father? Is that what I feel in me?"

"Yes, my child. That's God's way of healing us. He made me cum too, Vicki. Are you content now?"

"Oh golly, Father? I feel like... like?... Yuh gave me all I could take... Like... Yuh never heard me ask for more, didja? Not after yuh got it all in me... I'm glad God made yuh big like this so yuh could fuck me right..." and her innocent smile returned as she asked, innocently, "Will He make yuh big for me again? Like, if I get to feelin' tempted, sir? Will He do it so yuh can fuck me tomorrow?"

"We'll see, my child." the monk said as he dismounted from the buxom girl.

"I think he probably will."

Getting awkwardly to her feet, the young ex-virgin began to dress as she said, "Oh, golly, sir. I don't know if I can walk? I still feel like yer in me, Father?" and, as she looked at his semi-erect, foot long cock, she touched it. "Oh, golly. I kin hardly believe yuh got alla that inside me... 'cept I can still feel it... Like, yuh musta really stretched me, sir? I bet yuh'll get it in easier next time." Then, just as she was harnessing her mammoth mammaries in her brassiere, she paused and asked, "Do yuh? Like? Do yuh help other girls... women... sir? I mean, like, when they get tempted? I bet if Mrs. Crisp could have that... like? So she din't hafta ask fer more... I bet she'd be a lot nicer? Wouldja do her, sir? Like, if she come here? She ain't as big as me but? Like? I know she needs a big one too, just like yuh said I did."

The innocent way she asked the question made her look even more sexy and appealing and the monk was tempted to plough her big, lush body again but he only replied, "I doubt that she would want that, my child. And what we did was just between the two of us. If you are tempted again, then come to me, Vicki. But don't tell others what we've done."

"Well, awright, sir." she said although she didn't sound convinced. Then, as she once more fondled his still huge but rather limp penis, she smiled and added, "I'm awready gettin' tempted, Father. I'm gonna dream about this, tonight, sir.