Priestly
Promiscuity
Chapter Seventeen
Jan Gets Jubilated
Brother John's
opportunity came sooner than he expected. In fact, it was the following night.
Jan, her young pussy still tender from the priestly penetration of last night,
had agreed to go out one more time with Jim.
He was a nice guy
and, until two days ago, she had intended to marry him. It had seemed only fair
to spend one more evening with him and, as usual, they had spent much of the
time in a close embrace. Father Murphy may have sated her the previous evening
but her desires seemed to return stronger than ever.
They were parked
behind the church for it was a secluded location and, for almost an hour they
had played with each other's body. Jan, with a skill she'd acquired over the
several months they had been doing this, was careful not to bring him off. He,
on the other hand, gave her three orgasms with his fingers but they paled in
comparison to those she had experienced with the priest.
"I guess you
can do it? she panted, finally. Jim did not, at first, know what she meant.
After the anger she'd shown, two nights ago, he had not pushed his luck. Then,
when she sort of lay back on the seat of the car and, her hand holding his hard
cock, and she drew him over on top of herself, he could hardly contain his
feeling of triumph.
The stuck up
little bitch was finally going to let him get into her. She was going to let
him break her cherry. And after all she'd put him through for, he deserved it.
He'd be the envy of the whole football team. Of course, most of them thought he
was fucking her already and he hadn't really denied it.
Oh, God, he
thought. She was actually guiding him in. She was as hot and wet as he'd
imagined. Then, as he rammed into her, he was surprised. Surprised and
disappointed. He had gone in easy. There was no cry of pain or no obstruction
like there was supposed to be. She wasn't a virgin. She'd been tormenting him
all these months and she'd done it with somebody else.
Even as these
thoughts were passing through his mind, Jim was conscious of the snug, hot
clasp of her cunt. And, as he entered, it seemed to squeeze softly. The
convulsive spasm as the girl reacted to only the second ever penetration of her
young body was too much for her partner. She felt the sudden jump of his hard,
young prick and then the hot wetness as he went off inside.
"NO! NO! Not
yet? she cried out in disappointment as he went limp on her and his full
weight came down. She wriggled and bucked up at him, gasping, "Oh, no? You
went already? Stay with me...Make me cum!" But, almost at once, his cock
became limp and slipped out of her hungry sheath and she exclaimed angrily,
"Oh, Jim? No? You're just a child. You don't know how to satisfy a woman!
Jim was mortified.
And, at her cry of disappointment, he struck back, verbally. "You little
bitch! You pretended to be a virgin! I don't want to waste my time fucking
somebody else's whore. Get out! You can walk home!"
"I'd love
to! she shot back as she began to button the front of her dress. "I'll
find a man who can satisfy me! Not a quick-trigger child with a tiny cock like
yours!!" And she got out of the car, forgetting her panties which were
still on the floor as he drove away.
There had been a
spectator to all of this. The same one who had observed her
during the last half of her virginity-ending session with the priest.
And, as she started to walk unsteadily away, his dark robed form loomed up
before her.
"Oh my God!
she cried out, startled by his sudden appearance.
"No,
only one of His servants, my child. the monk said with a little chuckle. But I'm here to serve you, too, if I
can."
"Oh, you
startled me. But I don't know you. Father Murphy is our priest. Or he still was
yesterday? the girl said questioningly as she looked up at the big, robed man.
"Yes, Jan.
And he still is today. Although, if he isn't more discreet,
he may be....but that's another story...and you know it anyway. You
seemed rather disenchanted with your young man, just now. Could it be that you
have a preference for more religious encounters?"
The frustrated
teenager was taken aback by his comments. Did he know what happened yesterday,
she wondered. "I don't understand? Who are you, anyway? she asked. Even
if, somehow, he knew, she didn't plan to acknowledge it.
"I'm just a
humble monk who is here to help the good Father... and any of his parishioners
that need help also, I might add. You seemed to be rather distressed when I
came upon you?" He may have put me here because He knows I can give you
the help you seemed to be asking for.
"I just had a
fight with my boyfriend. Jan said. "I can walk home. I live close
by." but she wondered what the monk meant by his words about helping her.
"I think you
should come to our office, first, Jan. There are a few things we should talk
about. For the good of the parish."
"I don't know
what you mean, sir. Can't we talk here?"
"It would be
better if we went there. I don't believe we want to take a chance that we'll be
overheard. the monk said as he took her hand and led her into the darkened
church. She followed him wordlessly, a sinking feeling in her stomach. She was
sure he was going to lecture her about tonight and, probably, about yesterday
as well since he seemed to know something about that. Had Father Murphy told
him?
The office was
dark, except for the light from the stairway that came in through the transom.
The monk directed her to sit on the sofa and, as she sat, she remembered
vividly how she had entered this office yesterday as a frustrated, virgin
teenager and left it as a thoroughly fucked and satisfied woman. She wondered
what, if anything, this big, tall monk knew.
The monk was
standing over her and, in the darkened room with his dark robe,
he was a foreboding, dominating presence. Jan suddenly felt very young and
intimidated.
"I am Brother
John, by the way. I help out with the choir so I know your sister. he began in
a transparent attempt to put her at ease. "Do you know what I want to talk
to you about, Jan? he asked.
"Oh,
sir? No I don't? she
replied with a tremor in her voice. "Is it about Sally, sir? she asked,
hoping that, somehow, it was about something other than her lewd
transgressions.
"No. It is
not about Sally. She is a wonderful young lady, you know. She has talents that
are not at first evident." And he wondered what she'd think about the use
he'd made of those talents that she, herself, appeared to have also in good
measure. "This is about you, Jan. I think God placed me where I was
tonight so that I could help you."
"I don't
understand, sir? Help me? How can you help me? she asked with puzzlement.
The big monk sat
down beside her and took her hands in his. "A few minutes ago you wanted
something, my child. At that moment you wanted it more than anything in the
world. I believe that God put me there so that I could give you what you
wanted."
"But? I don't understand, Brother John? the
girl said questioningly, wondering what he meant.
"Think about
it, my child. What was it that you wanted most, just before we met?
The girls cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized what
he must be talking about. Still, she wasn't sure what he meant by it, unless?
Well, he was a religious man, but so was her priest. And her priest had acted
in a most unreligious way with her. Was he planning to do the same to her? Jan
stirred uneasily on the sofa.
"But,
sir? You can't mean?
Oh, Brother John? I want to go home. the teenager said timourously.
"Please? What are you doing?"
The horny monk was
unbuttoning the front of her dress which she had only partly fastened as she'd
left Jim's car. "I think we should extinguish the fire that your boyfriend
ignited, Jan. And I believe I have just the hose to do that with."
"Oh, please,
sir? I want to go home? she whimpered, knowing now what he planned to do.
"You can't? Won't? Oh, please, sir? the busty teenager pleaded in fright
that was tinged with a lewd curiosity.
"I've never
followed another into God's glorious grotto before, she heard him say as his
fingers insinuated themselves between her thighs to touch her silken haired
pussy. "But, tonight, I think you need someone to finish what was started.
Do you agree yet, Jan?"
The girl sat
there, submissively, as his fingers played with the cum-greased lips of her
vulva. Despite her unease, she felt a resurgence of the lewd desires that Jim
had aroused in her and, when his other hand hefted her weighty breasts, she
shuddered from the erotic sensation.
"Please,
Brother John? You shouldn't do this? she whimpered. "Its late and I have
to go? Please?"
"Lie down
now, Jan. he said and, remembering the way she seemed to like talking about
sex, he added. "Your cunt is throbbing, isn't it? You want to be fucked
again the way Father Murphy fucked you yesterday, don't you? Isn't that why you
let your boyfriend try? Now that you've had it, you want more? Now, lie
down!"
Obediently, the
girl lay back on the sofa and submissively, she allowed the horny monk to
position her legs wide apart, her feet on the floor on either side of the
narrow couch. She looked up apprehensively as he knelt over her.
"Will this
put out the fire, Jan? he asked as he took one of her hands and placed it on
his hugely projecting shaft.
"Ohhhh God? she whimpered as her fingers first touched the
massive fleshpole. "Oohhh nooo... she whined as
she explored its dimensions. "You can't, sir? Not
with that? It's too big? You'll kill me?"
Using the bulbous
tip as a finger, he caressed the greasy slit of her plump pussy as he said,
"You wanted more than Jim gave you...and, yesterday, you begged for more
from Father Murphy. You're not as big as your sister but I know this won't kill
you, my child." Then, slowly, he began to insert the huge tool into the
well lubricated vestibule of her soft, elastic vagina.
The hour of
foreplay she had enjoyed before Jim's hasty and very premature ejaculation had
left her in a state of frustration. Now, as the hot thickness of the monk's
penis stretched her recently virginal sheath, she tensed with renewed erotic
arousal. For the moment, his comment about her younger sister did not register
on her lust-fogged brain.
"Hannnhh?...Sirrrr?
she moaned as she felt her young and inexperienced cunt being dilated by the
gargantuan weapon. Both of her hands were now holding it in a defensive way.
She strained her shapely legs wider apart in an attempt to relieve the pressure
inside her that threatened to split her small but well rounded body asunder.
"Hannhh... Sirrr ...
It's too big!"
"We'll see
about that, my child. the immoral monk said softly. "I won't give you
more than you ask for. and with seven inches immersed in the cum-wetted
sheath, he began to fuck her slowly.
"So, Father
Murphy broke your cherry, did he? the young friar said as he grasped her large
breasts and gently mauled the pliant fleshbags. "And then you went right
out and fucked your boyfriend? Father Murphy was right when he said you were
ready to be fucked, wasn't he, Jan?"
"Hannh,
sir? Hannh?
I guess so? she moaned as the steady, rhythmic thrusts of his thick organ sent
wave after wave of delightful sensation coursing through her loins. She raised
her head off the couch to look down to where her slender body was being stuffed
by his mammoth organ and she tightened her grip on the hard shaft as if to
prevent it from entering any deeper. He was already in farther than the priest
had gone and she gazed in awe at the remaining unsheathed length.
Oh, God, she
thought. He'll kill me if he forces me to take all of that? But he was making
no effort to bury more of the big treetrunk inside
her and she allowed herself to simply enjoy the delicious thrills her hugely
dilated vagina was sending out. She could tell that she was about to cum and,
instinctively, she tilted the flat plane of her shapely hips to accept his
thrusts.
"Are you
going to cum, Jan? he asked as he shifted slightly higher so that the veined
shaft was sliding over her erect clit.
"Hanh...yeh...yeh...yesss...
the teenager panted. "Ohh
yesss, Brother John ...it's
cumming... she gasped. "Go faster...hannh...faster..."
He felt the first
clutching spasm of her tightly clinging vaginal sheath and barely restrained
himself from plunging the rest of his throbbing cock into her young body. Her
hips began to jerk and buck under him as he increased his tempo and she cried
out in little breathless grunts as her loins were washed by the heat of her
climax.
"You're a hot
little piece. the monk said as he fucked her through her long delayed orgasm.
"You're not very big...except here... he added
as he gave her large breasts a gentle tug, "But you're big enough to take
me. You girls have the right build for me, I guess."
Finally, as she
twitched and quivered in the aftermath of her climax, it dawned on Jan that he
had been talking about her kid sister.
"Oh
my God, Brother John?
You didn't? You didn't fuck Sally, did you? She's only fifteen? You
didn't?"
"Sally is a
big girl, Jan. And she was ready too. I bet you were ready when you were
fifteen but nobody got to you. Were you, Jan? Did you dream about being
fucked?"
The shocked girl
released her defensive grip on his cock and tried to push him off her as she
exclaimed, "You bastard. You did fuck her! She's only a child!"
Without the
constraint of the girls hands, the monk pushed another
two inches deeper into her already stuffed cunt and, as she uttered a groan of
apprehension and her hands quickly grabbed at the threatening staff to prevent
further penetration. "My God, John! Don't! she
cried out in alarm. "I can't take any more!"
"Sally took it. he said, "She didn't act like a child, Jan. She's
been watching you and your boyfriend and she wanted it. She loved every inch of
it, too. Just ask her, Jan.
"Was she still a virgin? the girl asked. "Did you break her
cherry?" Jan was perversely fascinated by the thought of her obese sister
being skewered by this man's mammoth spear. "Did you get it all into
her?"
"My, my. the
monk said in a chiding tone. "I think you're glad I fucked your kid
sister? And, yes, I broke her cherry and she took all of me. And, even if she
was a virgin, she wasn't much tighter than you, Jan. Even
after your cunt has been greased with your boyfriend's cum."
The seventeen year
old was becoming aroused again. It was due mainly to the exciting friction in
her sensitive vagina but also to the salacious delight she took from his lewd
talk. She felt very young and defenseless, lying under his big body and, as she
looked again at his huge cock, she was intimidated by it.
The space between
her widely splayed thighs was almost completely occupied by the wrist-thick
organ. She wondered how her vagina, which until yesterday had never been
entered by anything, was able to accommodate the mammoth shaft without being
torn apart. But it didn't even hurt. She felt a tremendous pressure, to be
sure, but it was a thrilling feeling. She watched in lustful fascination as he
withdrew his cock until she could see the start of it's
crown and then, slowly, buried the huge fleshpole back inside her tortured
twat. But not all the way. Her two hands were wrapped
around it, holding it tightly to prevent him from gaining that last handsbreadth of penetration.
The lustful friar
could see that he had subdued the pretty, young teenager but she was still
afraid to take all of his thickly throbbing cock. He could he knew easily pull
her restraining hands away and thrust the remaining inches into her. He had no
doubt that her elastic sheath would also absorb and welcome the deeper
penetration. He was determined, however, that she would be the one to invite
this final invasion.
Without a word, he
dismounted from her submissive body and lay on his back on the floor beside the
cot. "Get on top of me, Jan. I want you to get on me and fuck me so I can
watch you.
The teenager lay
still for a moment, feeling empty and frustrated at the loss of the satisfying
pressure inside. But she remembered that she'd been on top when Father Murphy
had driven up into her to break her cherry and, with a soft whimper, she did as
she was told.
When the shapely
young girl knelt astride him, her heavy breasts dangling over his face, he placed
his hands on her flaring hips and guided her down.
"That's the
way, Jan. God, baby, you have marvellous tits. he
said in a most un-monklike manner. And
a marvellous ass and mouth. Did you ever suck
your boyfriend's cock, Jan. Sally says you promised
to?"
"Ohhhh, John? Noooo! I didn't!
Jan protested as she knelt on all fours above him. Slowly, she lowered her hips
onto the mammoth projection of his hard cock. With nine inches of the thick
fleshpole absorbed in her distended sheath, she hesitated. "Noohhh, Brother John? I can't take all of it? she whined.
"It feels like? Oohhh God. I'm too small to take it?"
Her heavily
swaying breasts more than filled his hands and he milked the juicy, pendulous
fleshbags as he moaned, "C'mon, baby... You can do it. Just like Sally
did. C'mon, Jan? I want you, baby. I want to feel your hot little cunt swallow
me. Fuck me, Jan! Fuck me! and his voice became demanding as he squeezed her
big breasts.
"Oohhh John?
Oohhh sirrr? she whimpered, torn between her apprehension
of the mammoth dong and her submissive obedience to this big, authoritative
monk. "I caaaaan't?"
He pulled her head
down and kissed her large, soft mouth, feeling the trembling tension in her
body. As he did this, he flexed his throbbing tool inside her cuntsheath and
one hand left her heavy breasts to stroke her firmly rounded ass.
The lush bodied
teenager felt a marvelous heat blossoming in her loins as the monk flexed his
huge dong inside her dilated sheath. For a brief time her fear of its massive
dimensions kept her immobile above him. Then, as the almost nauseous excitement
grew, she began to move. At first her shapely hips barely twitched but,
rapidly, they began to raise and lower and he pushed her upright.
"That's the
way, Jan. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me with your hot, little pussy. he panted as,
with miniscule advances, she took more and more of the mammoth organ into her
young body.
"Brother
John...hannh...John... she gasped as she felt her sheath being expanded by the
incredibly huge shaft.It's huge. but, as she
discovered it wasn't hurting, she gradually settled down and took its full
length. The monk thrust up into her and, quickly, she picked up the rhythym.
"Oh yes, Jan.
You're good, baby. You're great. he said as he milked her heavily hanging
breasts. "Is it enough for you, Jan? Do you want more? he asked.
"Nuh...nuh...nunnhh...
she panted as her pace increased with the approach of orgasm.
"Huh...huh...hurry... huh... hurry... she moaned and her huge,
soft tits bounced and jiggled as she rode the marvellously
filling organ. "Cuh... cuh...cuhhmm...gonna cuhhmmm..."
And then her shapely body stiffened and her eyes rolled back as her loins were
wracked by the hotly surging thrills of her climax.
He waited until
she had subsided on top of him before he began again to fuck up into her
straddling body. "Are you going to fuck my brains out, Jan. he teased as
he milked her heavy, pendulous tits. "You're good, you know. Lovely tits and a tight twat. You fuck like you'd been doing
it before last night. Do you like having a cock right up into your belly. I
couldn't get that deep into Sally because her cunt is so fat. Are you getting
enough?"
His crude words
combined with the deep probing of her distended sheath to arouse her again.
"Oh yes Brother John. Ohhh yeesss!
I love it! I love being stuffed with your big cock. You're fucking my brains
out, John. Really doing it. Am I better than
Sally?"
The lustful monk
pulled her shoulders down so that her breasts were mashed against his hairy
chest and he rolled with her so that she was lying, open-legged beneath him.
Raising her legs and tilting her pelvis, he began to hammer the girl
relentlessly, plunging deeply into her tight twat as her huge fleshbags flopped
and bounced and then, as he felt his own orgasm arriving, he drove into her and
strained against her tensely quivering body.
Jan was gasping
breathlessly from her intense climax and the battering she had received but, as
she felt the gushing flood of his sperm inundating her tender vagina, she
jerked like a fish on a spear. He pushed harder into her and the bucking,
jumping shaft seemed to disarrange her internally with its motions. She
whimpered breathlessly and, exhausted, she went limp. She felt every bucking
spasm of the mammoth cock that was filling her cunt and, as she finally
regained some sense of sanity, she wondered why she'd waited so long for this.
"My God,
Brother John? The two of you can't be typical churchmen, are you? I'd always
heard that you guys preferred the boys?"
"Not at all.
he replied as he relaxed, letting his wilting tool soak in the combined juices
of the girl, himself, and her former boyfriend. "But, we'd better not hang
around here much longer or I'll be an ex-churchman. Was it good for you,
Jan?"
"Ohhh, Gawwwd...was it ever. Are you going to take care of
me again, John? I sure won't be seeing Jim any more. the teenager sighed as
she put on her clothes. "But, you were right. I was ready. Father Murphy
put it better. He said I was 'ripe'. How about that.
You guys are just two farmers who know when the cherries are ripe for plucking,
eh?"
Brother John said
nothing, hoping they had not got themselves into a troublesome relationship. He
was confident that Sally, on her own, would be manageable but Jan might be a
problem.
That night, as
soon as Jan arrived home, she went to her younger sister's room. "Well,
little sister...and I use the word little in a figurative sense... I guess you
feel pretty smug, don't you?"
Sally, who had been
quietly masturbating when her older sister came into the room, looked at her
and said, "I don't know what you mean, Jan? Why should I feel smug? I
didn't hear Jim's car? How come?"
"You aren't
likely to hear his car any more, either, little sister. Not after what I found
out today. But, hell, you found it out before I did, didn't
you. I guess we're both just meant to be more active in the church, aren't we?
Did you like it, little sister?"
Sally could not
help but notice the spiteful way Jan was saying 'little sister' and she
wondered what she meant by the rest of what she said. She had been imagining
that Brother John was in her instead of the finger she'd been using, but there
was no comparison in sensation. Was it possible that Jan had found out, somehow?
"Did I like
what? she asked, hesitantly. "I don't know what you mean, Jan? I've been
home all evening."
"Did you like
being fucked? That's what I mean. It's a good thing John is hung the way he is.
It likely takes that much to get into you, you fat bitch! the older girl spat
with a sudden and irrational jealousy. But I bet he likes me better. At least
he doesn't have to get through three layers of fat to get into me."
Sally was suddenly
mortified. The monk had seduced her. Taken advantage of her.
And then, like a sinful wanton, he had done the same to her sister. And, to
make it even worse, he'd told her about it. Likely he'd laughed about how fat
she was.
"Get out! I
don't want to talk to you! the fifteen year old said,
fighting back her tears. "You're both awful!"
"That's okay,
little sister. Now that he's had the swan, he's not going to want a toad. And I
can take care of him all by myself, too." With that, the blonde turned and
went to her room. At least she was sure now that the monk had not lied to her.
He had, for sure, fucked her kid sister. But, she was also sure,
he wouldn't want a fat kid like Sally when he could have a shapely young woman
like herself. And Jan was certainly willing and anxious to have him again...