Priestly Promiscuity

Chapter Twelve

Maid Service

It was early evening, just after dark, when the young friar heard someone enter the church. He waited in his office because he didn't want to take any more chances but he heard footsteps coming closer. The office light was off and the door open only a few inches but he saw it slowly swing wide and Vicki entered.

"Oh, Gee, Father. I wasn't sure if you were here. I hadda come see yuh coz... like? You know? You tole me if I got those feelings again? Like?" and she walked hesitantly closer to the desk.

After the afternoon's episode with Annette, he was a bit tired but the sight of the big, lush-bodied young woman aroused his libido immediately. She was dressed in a loose-fitting frock that hung, tent-like, from her mammoth breast mounds and, as she walked, her huge tits bobbled and bounced indicating that she wore no bra.

"Have you been tempted again, my child?" he asked as he stood and took her hands in his. "Have you felt a desire to be fucked again?"

Uneasy about the words, the girl stammered, "Uh? I? I? Yes, Father. Mr. Crisp tried to get me this afternoon when she wuz out. He got his hands on me, sir, and? Like? I wanted him to do it, sir? B... but I remembered what yuh said... like? about me needin' somone big. And Mrs.Crisp come home just then so nothin' happened."

Brother John was unbuttoning the front of her frock as she spoke. She was completely nude beneath it and, as he slipped it off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, she asked, "Wuz she here, sir? Did she come here today? She said she wuz gonna give you hell fer doin' what yuh done to me? Did she come here?"

"We had a little talk, Vicki." he replied as he hefted her huge, heavy fleshbags. "But she understands now." And then he eased the big, tall young woman down on her back on the desk.

Vicki compliantly spread her long legs as she giggled, "Yeah... I seen what she looked like... I know how yuh talked to her. Yuh fucked her, too, din't yuh, sir. I could see how she wuz walkin'. Did she like it? Did she get what she wanted?"

Opening his robe, Brother John moved in between the girl's widespread thighs, bringing his instantly erect cock into contact with her fat-lipped pussy. She was already wet and ready and, slowly, he pushed three inches into the tight, hot orifice. "You're wet, my child. Wet and ready. Have you been thinking about this?"

"I... I... I got that way when Mr. Crisp touched me, sir. And when I seen how Mrs. Crisp looked, I got jealous. Is she built to take all of it, sir? Didja get it all in her? She ain't near as big as me."

The ingenuous eighteen year old held her breath as she felt her once-fucked cuntal channel being enlarged and stretched by the slowly entering fleshpole. Sharp thrills emanated out from the tender, sensitive receptacle and, as he filled his hands with her voluminous titflesh, she tilted her broad pelvis in willing acceptance of the cunt-widening, deep penetration. It was better for her than the first time because, this time, there was no pain from her cherry breaking.

The horny monk rode the big, willing girl and, acquiescently, she let him guide her. At his direction, she got her feet placed flat on the floor, her legs bent, and she discovered that, if she pushed up when he was coming down, it was even better. After breaking in this big, ripe girl yesterday and then satisfying her mistress this afternoon, the friar was able to fuck her mercilessly without fear of going off.

"Oh, golly, sir? I don't think I can take much more?" Vicki panted after he had felt her convulse in her fourth orgasm. Are yuh 'bout ready to go, Father?"

In fact, Brother John was getting close. "I want you to get on top of me, Vicki." he said. I want to watch your pretty face while you fuck me. And I want to play with those fabulous tits." and he dismounted from her voluptuous body.

The girl looked apprehensively at his mammoth organ as, at his direction, she straddled his hips. "Oh, golly, sir? Didja really get alla that inside me?" but she knew he had. With only a momentary hesitation, she lowered her wide hips and slowly took it inside. ""Oohhh Father. Oohhh sirr!" she exclaimed as she was filled by the thick fleshpole. "Yuh gotta tell me how yuh want me to do it."

She really needed no instruction, however. She levered her wide hips back and forth, leaning forward so that her huge fleshbag tits bobbled and swayed while her tight, juicy vagina clasped his cock. He grasped the pneumatic fleshbags and mauled their soft fullness while the big, young woman rode him. The shaft of his prick was rubbing on her clit and it was less than a minute before he felt her cunt contract and heard her breathless gasps of satisfaction.

"I'm almost ready, Vicki. Sit up now and raise and lower your hips. All the way." Weak from her successive climaxes, she sighed and did as he asked, fucking him with long eight inch strokes while he mauled the soft fullness of her huge tits.

"I'm cumming, Vicki. Cumming!" she heard the cleric gasp and, spurred on by the thought of feeling him explode inside her, she moved faster. Then he pulled roughly on her breasts and drew her down and she ground against his pubis. This way he was in her deeper than ever before, almost paralyzing her with sensation. She felt the huge dong buck and jerk up inside her and then she felt the wet heat as he spurted into her juicy cunt.

"Yes... Ooohhh yesss Father... Give it to me... Give it all to me..." she urged as she writhed on the spitting fleshpole and milked him with a skill that went beyond her limited experience.

When Father Murphy returned and told Brother John that they'd been given a new assignment the horny monk was disappointed. He had no choice however and he packed his small satchel next morning as they set off for the convent to which they'd been assigned.

Brother John had been drained and Vicki and Annette were both satisfied. At least for the moment. The next day, however, when Vicki heard that her first lover had left, she was distraught. He had ignited fires within her that had only been smoldering before. It was only a matter of time, two days to be exact, before she yielded to the blandishments of Mr. Crisp.

Annette had gone for the day and, after cleaning up from lunch, Vicki had showered and gone to her room for a rest. She heard Mr. Crisp in the shower and wondered what he'd think if he knew that the priest had fucked her. And also fucked his wife. She began to play with her breasts and her pussy. She was surprised at how much more sensitive they were since the priest had got inside her. She came as she imagined having him in her again and then she continued, wondering how a smaller cock like Mr. Crisp's would feel. And then, suddenly, he was in her room.

"I'm still hungry, Vicki." Her employer said, standing in the doorway to the maid's room, covered by only a towel tied around his hips. "Are you going to give me dessert?"

"Oh, gee, Mr. Crisp. I guess I can get something for you. I didn't know you wanted any. I'll go right down to the kitchen."

"You don't have to go anywhere, Vicki." he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "You have the pudding I want to eat right here." and he placed his hand on her mons that was outlined under the sheet which was the only thing covering her naked body.

Although no longer a virgin, Vicki was still innocent. She didn't know what he meant but she could tell that he wanted some kind of sex with her. "But? But? What do you mean, Mr. Crisp? What if Mrs. Crisp comes home? She'll be mad? I'll get you some pie instead."

The big, docile young woman reluctantly let him pull the sheet off her nude body. She looked up at him with her big, innocent eyes and asked, "Yer not gonna? Like? You know? Yer not, are yuh?" Actually, she was now hoping that he was, as long as they didn't get caught.

"Not until you ask me to, my girl. But I'm going to eat that big, fat pussy of yours." and he was suddenly beside her, his cheek resting on the convexity of her belly. Vicki didn't know what was happening as he knelt over her and placed his hands on her thighs, spreading them apart. And then, suddenly, his mouth was on the wet softness of her pussy, his tongue licking the sensitive lips and she was gasping, "Oh... oh... oh Mr. Crisp! Oohhh!"

It was the most exciting feeling she'd ever had, except for the two times when she was being fucked. She was already hot from masturbating and when the man fastened his lips on her clit, her long legs wrapped around his head and she pulled his face hard against the wet softness of her pussy. His tongue was doing wonderful things and, one hand filled with her voluminous titflesh, he fed on the big girl's ripe, young body. And she came. Her belly bulged, she humped against his face and she grunted and panted. He felt the mobile flesh of her cunt palpitate and he made sure that he finished her off.

Three more times he licked and tongued the statuesque young woman to orgasm before he raised his dripping wet face from her fat, soft cunt. His robe had opened and his cock was close to the girl's face. For a moment he thought about fucking her mouth but the sight of her big, lush body made him think that her mouth could wait.

"I can't wait any longer for you to ask, Vicki. I'm going to fuck you whether you ask or not." And, with that, he knelt above her between her slackly splayed legs. She was magnificent. Big, tall, huge breasts that sort of flopped outward, a firm, round belly and wide, deep hips. He hoped he could satisfy her. He was sure, of course, that she'd been fucked before. They'd never had a virgin housemaid yet and he'd tried them all. He would have been surprised had he known that Vicki had been just that when she arrived.

"But, sir? What if Mrs. Crisp comes home? She'll make me leave if she catches us?"

"She won't catch us, my sweet." he said, pleased that she was obviously not going to object to being fucked. Of course he hadn't really expected her to resist anyway. Their maids had been a succession of easily fucked young women and he figured that Vicki would be no different.

The girl wondered if it would be like the priest had said. She already knew that Mr. Crisp was a lot smaller than the priest but she'd already been marvelously satisfied by the way he'd kissed her. Right on her pussy. It had been almost as good as fucking.

Charley inserted his throbbingly erect cock between the fat lips of Vicki's cunt and, as he entered, he was delighted by its snugness. Even though Brother John's huge weapon had stretched her, with the elasticity of youth the eighteen year old's young vagina had retained its narrow dimensions so that, as he thrust into her, it was good for both of them.

"Mmmmm, baby. You feel good." he said as he sank into the hot, wet snugness of her twice fucked cunt. She was almost as tall as he and he lay, full weight, on the pillowing softness of her huge tits, her belly and hips supporting him comfortably, her full thighs cradling him. He began to fuck her slowly and, as she'd been taught by the phony priest, she bent her legs and began to undulate beneath him.

"Oohhh baby. Ooohhh yesss." Charley moaned as her snug cuntal channel alternately squeezed and loosened in time with her undulations. "You're fantastic, Vicki. A fabulous fuck. Is it good for you too?"

"Oh, Mr. Crisp. Oh, yes." the girl responded as her young cunt was frictioned by his rhythmically plunging tool. It wasn't like Mrs. Crisp and the priest said at all. It felt good. Mr. Crisp was screwing her with a slow, spiral motion and his rock-hard tool was fractioning the sensitive mouth of her cunt and sliding firmly over her swollen, sensitized clitoris. She didn't want more. It was more comfortable, no feeling of being stretched. And then Mr. Crisp's hand was between their bodies and he was touching her. He was pressing on her clit. She was going to cum.

"Sir! Oh, sir! Oh, I'm cumming!" she cried out and, as the heat of her orgasm washed over her belly, she bucked and arched her big body. Her ass lifted right off the bed and, ensconced between her widespread thighs, Charley sank to the root of his cock into the hot, snug clasp of her cunt. Her big fleshbags rolled under his chest as she panted and gasped and then, for a moment, her twat loosened and released its grip on his cock before suddenly clamping down on it like a vise.

It had been more than a week since he had fucked Annette. Not since that fateful night when Vicki had watched. His balls were achingly heavy with a massive load. Now, as the big, young woman's sheath milked him in its reflexive reaction to orgasm he could hold it no longer. But, he suddenly realized, he wasn't wearing a condom. He couldn't afford a pregnant housemaid.

"Oh God, Vicki! I can't go in you! Not in your cunt!" and just as the young woman collapsed as her orgasm waned, he withdrew and, rolling off her, he grabbed her head and pulled it down to his groin.

Vicki knew what he wanted. She remembered how Mrs. Crisp had sucked him and also how mad she'd been when he started to go off in her mouth. But Vicki didn't care if he went in her mouth or not. He'd kissed her down there and made her feel wonderful. And he was pulling out of her for her protection. If he wanted to go in her mouth, it was the least she could do for him.

Released from the softly muscled clasp of the big girl's cunt, his crisis passed. But he knew he'd go as soon as he entered her again and, besides, she wasn't resisting his suggestion. The pretty eighteen year old looked up at him with her big eyes as she opened her mouth and, tentatively at first, wrapped her lips around the wet, shiny tip.

"Oh yes, Vicki. Oh yessss." he sighed. "Suck it for me baby." Charley would never have believed that she had never done this before. After her tentative start, she took more and more into her mouth until the tip bumped her throat and she gagged, pulling away momentarily. She drooled wetly and, with one hand, she pumped the hard shaft.

"Hold my balls, baby. Hold them." he asked and, with instinctive gentleness, she hefted the cum-heavy eggs. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him, her head bobbing slowly up and down. The pebbled surface of her tongue rubbed the sensitive underside and, quickly, he was again at the peak.

"I'm gonna cum, baby! I'm gonna cum!" he gasped urgently. "Don't stop, Vicki. Don't ever stop!"

The inexperienced but eager young woman knelt over him. His hands were mauling her heavily swaying tits and he was thrusting up into her hotly sucking mouth. She felt the hard shaft jerk between her lips and then, forcefully, a blast of superheated cum gushed into her mouth.

"Glanngghh... aanngghh..." she gagged as her oral cavity was inundated by successive jets of the thick, creamy gism. But she didn't back away. She remembered what Mrs. Crisp had done and tried to do better. "Glaanngghh... uulllpp..." she swallowed and her lips milked the bucking, jerking cock. Her eyes were on his, as if seeking approval, which she was.

The girl's hot mouth continued to suck on his cum-numbed tool and the man lay back in satisfied release. "You're wonderful, Vicki. Fabulous." he sighed as she looked up at him with her big eyes, still slowly sucking on his deflating fuckpole.

When Annette returned she noticed immediately that her housemaid looked at Charley with a soft expression and she guessed that her husband had taken advantage of the somewhat slow-witted girl. But after her own satisfying session with the young monk she was not very disturbed. Charley could fuck the fat girl and she'd continue to see Brother John. But she didn't know yet that her lover had departed.