Priestly Promiscuity

Chapter Eighteen

Immodest Irene

As much as he was enjoying the compliant submissiveness of the girls in Heavenly Dove Brother John was taking special note of a more mature woman, Irene. She was more than ten years older than he and she came to the convent once a week to give instructions in household arts such as cooking and sewing, subjects that the nuns were unable to teach and as he looked at her firm body, her long legs and shapely ass and her sexy mouth he had designs on her. The friar suspected that she was capable of giving instruction in another household art, as well; one that he had been practicing with the nubile pupils but then he learned that she was married.

Actually, as evidenced by the way he took advantage of the schoolgirls of the convent, Brother John had little respect for women. And he was especially disrespectful of married women who strayed from the marriage bed such as his mother whose adultery broke up his home. Irene by virtue of her marital state became suddenly off limits…until…

The libidinous monk had received a pornographic video from one of his monastery friends. They pretended their interest was only in the sociological aspect of such material but John had found them to be a source of ideas of how to enjoy female companionship, close female companionship.

To his surprise the door to the little lounge where the VCR player was located was locked. He had a passkey that gave him access to everywhere in the convent (including the schoolgirl dormitory) so he opened unlocked the door and entered.

The room was quite dark but he heard a strange buzzing sound. He paused and as his eyes adjusted to the dim light from the TV screen he saw, sprawled naked on the open hide-a-bed a naked woman. The buzzing sound he heard was a large vibrator that she was holding against her thickly bushed pussy as she writhed in the throes of sexual excitement. And on the screen a woman was on her knees getting it doggy style.

It's a shame you won't share that with me, Irene.” the monk said softly as the woman slowly subsided from her climax.

"OH! OH MY GOD! Oohhhh.” the shapely woman cried out in shame and embarrassment as she realized she had been caught. "Ohhh, Brother John? Oohhh nooo? What are you doing here?" And she grabbed blindly for the sheet to pull it up over her naked body.

"I guess I don't have to ask you that.” he replied. "Maybe I had some of the same ideas as you. To watch a video, I mean. Finding you here is a bonus. Perhaps we can help each other?"

Irene wasn't sure how she should react. Momentarily sated, she thought mainly of her violated privacy and the intrusion on her modesty. But she thought also of the way the Mother Superior would react if she ever heard about this. No more job, for sure. And she needed the money, especially since she’d just split from her philandering husband.

"Do you like taking big cocks, Irene?” he asked in a soft, conspirational voice. “Do you cheat on your husband to get more satisfaction from them?"

"Don't, Brother John. Don't make me feel any guiltier than I already do. Please?” the embarrassed woman said, pleadingly. "I? I? I couldn't help myself. I've never done anything like that before, Brother John.” she added, untruthfully. "But my husband left me. I've always been a chaste wife but he went off with a younger woman."

"I don't know why anyone would leave a woman as lovely as you, Irene.” the horny monk said, consolingly. "Are you sure you weren’t sleeping around? I've seen enough to tell me that he wouldn’t leave you for lack of passion.” and as he spoke he placed his hand on her belly. Beneath the sheet, he felt her firm flesh jump and quiver and, seductively, he stroked her gently.

"Please, Brother John? Please let me leave? Promise you won't tell what you've seen? I'm so embarrassed. I just couldn't help myself."

"You don't have to feel embarrassed, ma'am.” he replied. "I have similar problems keeping to my vow of celibacy." Then, from the pocket of his robe he took out a video cassette and, getting up from the bed, he exchanged it in the VCR for the one she had been watching. "This is what I came here to watch. We can watch it together."

"But? But? Oh no, I can't?” the woman answered, wondering how she was going to extract herself from this situation without angering the big, young monk.

"Sure you can, Irene. And I can help you, too.” John said as he sat again on the bed and, once more, placed his hand on her nervously churning belly. "And you can help me." With that statement he took the remote control and started the video.

"The woman lay tensely as the credits rolled and then the screen was filled by a shot of a fat-lipped pussy. As the camera lengthened its range, a huge-breasted young woman came into view and Irene felt the now familiar pang of envy. Her husband had left her for a big-titted girl like this one. Then, as the soundtrack played soft music, a well endowed man knelt between the girl's widespread thighs.

"I often wonder, when I see this kind of scene, Irene, whether the woman actually enjoys this. See how she has to pump him to get him harder. He's getting it in but he still isn't completely erect. Do you think either one of them likes it as much as we would? I know that just seeing you has certainly given me a full erection

Please, Brother John? This is awful. Please let me leave?” the woman asked in a faint voice, trying not to imagine how it must feel to take such a thick cock as the one on the screen, even if it wasn't as hard as it should be.

The monk picked up the vibrator that was still on the bed beside the supine woman and, switching it on; he pressed it to her groin.

Even through the sheet, Irene felt a wrenching spasm as the big, padded knob vibrated against her pelvis. "No, John! Oh no!” she exclaimed and she tried to twist away. By so doing she allowed the sheet to fall away from her breasts and her large, erect nipples came into view.

"I'll do it for you, my dear.” the monk said, "And you can do the same for me with your hand. It's no more sinful than if we were doing it alone." Then he took her hand and slipped it under the front of his robe to touch his raging penis.

"Oh my God! Oh, John!” the woman cried out when her palm pressed on the hot, hard shaft. And, with unwilled, lustful curiosity, her fingers wrapped around the silky-skinned surface, her mind not at first, comprehending that she could barely span its girth.

While Irene was yielding to lewd temptation, the monk was pulling down the sheet and placing the vibrator against her bare, hair crowned vulval region and, with unwilled excitement, her long, shapely legs were spreading open.

"Use both hands, Irene. Look at it and pump it. I'm in pain.” he said softly

The friar had expected a different response and, emboldened by her apparent acquiescence, he placed a hand on one of her large nippled breasts. Irene's nipples were a significant secondary sexual feature. Since she was fourteen she had been able to bring herself to orgasm by manipulating them and, when the man gently fondled the rubbery erectiles, she felt her passion growing hugely.

"Oh my God! Oh God!” the woman cried out suddenly when, despite her arousal, she realized it wasn't idle fantasy. "No! Stop! Stop it!"

Irene had been unable to assuage her yearnings with her fingers although she tried to, several times each week. Chastity was an outdated concept and she was foolish to retain hers, she rationalized. But it wouldn't be right? Not with this man, as much as she liked him. She'd have to make him stop. In a moment.

Irene let that moment get longer and longer. As the heat in her belly approached a conflagration she managed once more to protest.

“No Brother John! No! We can’t,”

Brother John wasn't about to stop. This attractive, mature woman was in need and, after several days without female companionship, he was in need also. And anyway she was a faithless slut who’d been committing adultery by fantasizing while watching porn. Ripping his robe open, he threw himself on top of her nude body and, before she could close her widespread legs, he was between them.

"Relax, Irene. You need this.” he said as the bulbous knob of his mammoth dong battered the hair-cushioned softness of her pussy, blindly seeking the portal.

The woman reached down to try and push him away and when she did, her hands of course once again contacted the monk's mammoth dong. She tried to turn the threatening weapon away from its course but it was already too late. John's blind thrusts had found the hot orifice and he was pushing into her and her hungry cunt blossomed with heat at the contact.

“Oh God John, I can’t stop you,” she moaned as she surrendered to her need. Irene tilted her broad pelvis as the bulbous knob of his mammoth dong battered the hair-cushioned softness of her pussy, blindly seeking the portal.

"It's so big?” she said breathlessly as she reached down to grasp his marvelous tool and guide it to the hot portal to her inner body. "Promise you won't tell?" Her legs bent then, her feet flat on the mattress, as she positioned herself to take him.

"Oh yes, baby. Oohhh yeessss,” John sighed as he slowly thrust into the snug, moist depths of her vagina. "Oh God, Irene. You feel so good. So hot and snug, baby. I've wanted to fuck you since I first saw you. I knew you needed this." Then, with a lunge, he buried all twelve, thick inches in the woman's body, driving the air from her lungs as she was penetrated beyond anything in her limited experience.

Irene's long legs rose to wrap around his hips and, using that leverage, she pulled him even deeper. Her arms enclosed him and, as he began to fuck her, she felt the unmistakable surge of orgasmic heat in her loins.

"Yuh...yuh...yuh...” she panted as her hips rocked beneath him. "Yuh... yuh...yuh...gonna cum...gonna cum..."

The monk felt the first twitch of her sheath as the woman lost her rhythm and he reached under her to clasp her flexing ass cheeks and pull himself deeper. Irene's hands were on his buttocks also as she tried to draw him deeper into her spasming cunt.

He rode her firm body and she panted and grunted, her belly convulsing as he brought her to a stupendous orgasm. And then her legs fell away and she lay, limp and quivering, beneath him.

"You liked that, didn't you, Irene.” he said softly as he slowed his tempo. "You're really good, you know. You're built to take me...some girls...women...find me too big...but...you wanted more, didn't you?"

"Oohhhh John...I...I should feel ashamed...but I don't know...it was wonderful...never felt so...so satisfied...” the woman panted weakly.

Brother John raised his upper body away from hers and began to fuck her supine form with full-length strokes of his mammoth fleshpole. Irene looked up at the man above her, then down to where she was being skewered by his thick, long cock. She knew that this was sinful and she wondered how she could confess her sin to the priest. Her thoughts of sin did not, however, last very long.

"Love the way your juicy cunt clings, baby.” the horny monk said and, as he pinched her large, rubbery nipples, he continued, "You're a real hot piece, aren't you, Irene. I bet you dream about fucking, don't you." Then, as he hammered her firm hips with a series of fierce lunges, he added, "Am I giving you enough

Huummpphh...uuummpphh...” Irene grunted as she took the hard, driving thrusts. "Uuummpphh... yuh...yuh...love it...fummph...fuck me, Brother John... Fuummph...fuck me harder...love your big cock...".

And then her legs bent and, with her feet flat on the bed, she began to rock her hips, her sheath tightening and relaxing with the alternating tilt and withdrawal of her pelvis.

"Guh...guh...gonna cum again...fah...fah...fahhssterr...” she gasped and her hands gripped his buttocks as she rocked her hips with increasing tempo. "Cuh...cuh...cuuhhmmm... cuhhmmiinngggg...” she cried out and he felt her fuckwell flutter, then contract on his cock.

After a week of celibacy, the young friar could not hold back. The woman's sheath was spasming and milking his shaft and he felt the heat in his swollen balls moving up and out.

"Yunnhh! Yunnnhh!” Irene exclaimed and her hips drove up at him with a series of short, hard thrusts. "Hunnh...unnhh...yunnhh!"

His stored up semen exploded wetly into the clasping depths of the sex-skilled woman's spasming receptacle. The muscular tube milked him, draining his sperm into her as she fell back beneath him, twitching and quivering, panting with satisfaction.

"Oohhh baby...you're a marvel...” Brother John sighed as he rolled from her limp body to lie beside her. "Was it good for you, Irene?"

"Oohhhh John. It's been so long. I've never felt so...oohh so satisfied ... I'm a sinner, but?” and her hand reached down to fondle his cum-drained penis.

Brother John played with her nipples and fingered the soppy softness of her bushy vulva and, as he did, her fingers wrapped around his deflated fleshtube. Then, as it swelled again, her other hand joined the first to massage his resurgent fuck weapon.

"Can you do me again, John? I'm awful, I know, but I want it. Can you fuck me some more?"

The monk mounted again between her long, willingly parted legs and she guided him back into her cum-flooded fuckwell. As soon as he was lodged to the hilt inside her, she began to rock her hips with the skill that her first lover had taught her.

For another half hour, John rode the sex-starved woman and, as she was fucked, she talked.

"Yes, Brother John. Yes. Like that. Give it to me. Fuck me. Fill my hungry cunt with your big cock. Fuck me to death, John. Fuck me."

Four more times she orgasmed before he reached the state where he could no longer hold back. But he had other ideas. This faithless slut needed to be taught a lesson.

“On your knees slut! Suck my cock!” John quickly dismounted from the slack bodied, well-fucked woman and dumped her to the floor. Sitting on the edge of the bed he dragged her to her knees between his legs and pointed his cock at her soft-lipped mouth.

Irene had been abused by her husband and like many abused women she became tractable and submissive in response. Brother John’s throbbing erection protruded boldly, all twelve glorious inches of it, the shaft curving at an upward angle so the hooded head of it pointed right at her face.

Her gaze was fixed on the instrument that had just quenched the fires of lust in her belly and now the eye of the glans peeked out past the lip of foreskin and seemed to wink lewdly up at her through a teardrop of clear pre-cum. She studied the large, puffy vein that ran all the way down the thick log into the hirsute nest from which the fleshy column appeared to grow.

As her fingers strained to encompass the turgid column at its midpoint she marveled that she’d taken all of it inside. It was so big around, twice as thick as her husband's which was the only cock she’d known until today. Although she’d never before taken a cock into her mouth she knew that the monk wanted her to, demanded that she do it and sluttishly she pulled down on him, peeling back the thick, rubbery outer skin and tugging the hood down with it. His naked glans popped into view, looking all swollen and reddish purple. The mushrooming dome shone slickly and emitting a thin whine of womanly submissiveness, she wrapped her fingers all the tighter around the monk’s huge prong and started running her hand almost worshipfully up and down it.

Suddenly the man’s hamlike hand swallowed hers and stopped her hand from masturbating him and then he pushed it all the way down to the bottom until she could feel with her fingers the coarse hairs growing from the lower two inches or so of it. This stretched the thick outer skin of his penis and laid completely bare its blood-filled glans.

Brother John cupped the back of Irene's head and exerted a gentle but insistent downward pressure. Irene felt weak and trembly. She couldn't think straight. Barely comprehending what he wanted of her, she resisted only slightly as he pushed her head slowly but surely down toward his lap. The bulging head of his turgid organ loomed obscenely up at her, a veritable stream of pre-cum leaking from the little eye and trickling down over her fingers. She could smell her own fluids that were stickily dried on the taut skin of his cock.

Belatedly she tried to resist as feebly she struggled to free her head and lift it back up. "No, John. Oh, nooh," she whined. "Surely you d-don't .... expect me to---"

"Kiss it," he husked, finishing the sentence for her. "Yeah, Irene baby, that's exactly what I expect you to do."

"Oh, God," she wailed piteously, shaking her head, trying with all her strength to keep him from pushing it on down. "I can't. John, no, no! It's sodomy! You mustn't make me do such a .... such a sinful thing! I've never done that! Not even for my own husband!"

He wouldn't be denied. Irene thought she would faint when she felt the bluntly rounded tip of his feverish, secretion-slick dickhead pressing demandingly against her never fucked lips. His powerful fingers squeezed the back of her skull until she feared he would crush it. There was nothing to do except obey him, so she pursed her lips and, closing her eyes in dread, kissed the head, hoping that would satisfy him.

It didn't. He made her kiss it again and again. John pinched the nape of her neck, making her open her mouth to gasp in pain and, when she did, he pushed her head down and force-fed her the head of his fat cock.

"Noom!" Irene moaned around her mouthful of greasy manmeat. But when the slick knob passed through her lips and slid hotly across her cringing tongue he'd broken down her moral defenses. There was no fight in her. He was treating her worse than a whore. This was something no respectable married woman should have forced upon her, especially by a man of God. It was sinful and depraved yet it gave her a tremendous illicit thrill to wrap her previously pure lips around the top of his cock-shaft and suck down on its slick, juice-dribbling knob.

"Mmm," she puled, examining the flavor of him as she licked at the slitted tip and got a drop of hot male precoital liquid on her tongue.

"That's it, Irene baby, suck it, lick it. You like it, don't you, you little cocksucker?"

His words rang degradingly in her ears, and the horrible part of it was, he was right. She did like it! God help her, but she did. Nothing had ever excited her the way this did. Her senses reeled. Her heart hammered wildly against her rib cage.

Cocksucker! Cocksucker! came the strident scream from her outraged conscience, echoing the filthy name he'd called her, and the carnal creature coming alive within her yelled back, Yes, yes it's true! That's what I am now!

Not only did Irene accept the debasing name tag, she actually embraced it in the heat of this insanely lustful moment of truth. Irene had wanted none of this, not consciously, at least. John was forcing her into it. She felt humiliated and yet she couldn't help responding with feminine submissiveness to the dominating male brute who was so callously mistreating her.

Having a fat cock in her mouth made Irene feel wicked and wanton. Could anything in the entire world be more perverted than this? She, a married woman was on her knees and sucking the mammoth cock of a Christian monk. In servile acceptance of her total subjugation she sucked down harder on the cockhead and simultaneously began curling her sinful tongue over, under and around the glossy knob.

Instinctively Irene started bobbing her head. This was the first time she'd ever performed fellatio. She went at it awkwardly but eagerly. Eating this man’s huge cock made her feel cheap and dirty, but deliciously so because John had awakened a part of her that Irene's conscious mind had never known existed. It was as if he'd set free some evil demon that's been imprisoned within her until this memorable day. Now that demon was taking her over and Irene's former chastity was powerless against it.

Brother John was also enjoying a special satisfaction from his licentious success with this woman. She was not just another ingenuous schoolgirl or unwary nun, she was a married woman. And he was dominating her, controlling her and he was sure from her tearful reaction that she’d never sucked cock before. An obscene thrill coursed through him as he anticipated her shocked response when he emptied his sperm into her virginal mouth.

In a matter of seconds Irene's head was rising and falling with smooth rapidity. Her puffy pink lips clung salaciously to the turgid thickness, skimming flutteringly up and down the top three inches or so of the thick stalk. With each downward motion of her head, her tightly clinging lips folded in against her teeth, only to spring out in obscene distention around the saliva-glistening rod once more when she raised her head back up.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she chanted moaningly, her curly hair fanning the sex-scented air as her head pumped furiously at his loins. The moist heat of Irene's hungry hot mouth was more than John could long endure. Knowing that this was her first time going down on a man, and that he was taking her oral cherry only added to his lewd pleasure. He'd given Irene her first taste of cock and now he was ready to give her her first taste of something else - the big load of gism he'd built up while fucking her faithless body through multiple orgasms. She had him primed. His horn was ready to blow.

John's prick gave an urgent jerk that caused the top of its swollen glans to slap against the inside of Irene's suction-indented cheek. This was all the warning she got. Before she realized what was happening, he had his hand on the back of her head and was shooting off in her virginal mouth.

Frantically she tried to raise her head and back her mouth off the obscenely spurting thing. But his strength was greater than hers. She couldn't sit up. He was holding her head down in his lap with the twitching head of his cock still remaining inside her shocked oral chamber.

The stuff was gushing out of him, hot and slick, thick and ropy. The first blast entered her throat causing her to gag and as she gagged her lkips wrapped even tighter around the bucking, spitting shaft. A second spurt gushed into her mouth and held down as she was, she had no alternative but to swallow.

Brother John took lewd satisfaction from the woman’s futile struggles as he emptied his lust into her helpless mouth. The sounds, her gagging coughs, her noisy swallows added to his lubricious glee and then, in total surrender, he felt the hot suction as the woman looked up at him with wide open eyes and used her mouth like a vacuum cleaner to extract every last drop of his sperm laden semen into her mouth.

Finally Irene lifted her head, a glob of creamy semen trickling from the corner of her red-lipped mouth. “Is that what you wanted from me, Brother John? Did I do it right?”

“You’re a superb cocksucker Irene. And a skillful fuck, too. We’ll haqve to make this a weekly happening, won’t we?”

“Oh Brother John. I’m so embarrassed…ashamed. I was a good woman…a Christian wife…and now I’m just a cocksucker…a faithless strumpet.”

“You don’t really believe that Irene. You know down deep inside that you’re just a horny woman who wasn’t getting enough at home. And now at least once a week we can give each other solace.

The monk left the naked woman still kneeling by the bed and she remained there for some time, resting her sated body and confused mind. But she knew she’d be looking forward to next week’s visit.