Priestly Promiscuity

Chapter Twenty Three

BJ & Bonnie & Janey

Brother John returned late in the evening, three days later. By now he had recovered from his delightful though exhausting sessions with the pulchritudinous females and was ready for more of the same. After a night on the bus, however, he needed sleep so, without telling anyone he was back, he went to the empty gardener's cottage to sleep.

The gardener’s cottage now had a special significance to the fifteen year old Bonny. This was where her cherry had been broken. Each night since then she had dreamed about the fabulous sensations she had experienced and, each morning, she had returned to the site of her defloration to relive the event. On the first two days she had sat on the edge of the bed and masturbated while she recalled the feeling of being fucked. This night, however, she had gone considerably further in her search for greater satisfaction.

Janey, like her friend Bonny, was fifteen years old and, like Bonny also, she was experiencing the frustrations of her budding but, in her case, unrealized sexuality. Physically she was quite different than her buxom friend. At five feet, ten inches, she was the tallest girl in the convent. She was, compared to her ripe-bodied friend; slim although when nude the already mature shape of her developing figure left no doubt that she was a woman.

Lying in her bed, Bonny had been frustratedly fingering her sleek, young pussy when she remembered how exciting her session with Sister Lisa had been. Not as memorable as the subsequent one with Brother John but much more satisfying than her solo efforts at achieving the total release she had gained from actually going all the way. Her mind wandered and soon she was remembering how her friend, Janey, had looked this night when she emerged naked from the shower.

Bonny had not yet confided in her friend about her initiation with either the nun or the friar. Perhaps, she thought, Janey would be willing to experiment with her. Or maybe she already had done things like that. With those thoughts in mind, the buxom teenager slipped quietly out of her bed and went to the one occupied by her friend.

"Psst...Janey...are you asleep?” she whispered as she sat on the edge of the narrow cot.

"Huh? Uh? Almost, Bonny. Whaddya want?” the girl replied somewhat crankily. In fact, she had been fingering her cunt as she relived an embellished version of her first and only sexual coupling. It had happened the week before she was sent to the convent when her older brother's friend had caught her alone in her bedroom. Believing that she was the only person in the house, she was lying naked on her bed as she masturbated. A year earlier she had been told by one of the older girls about how to achieve satisfaction that way and, since then, she had been doing it three or four times a week.

The eighteen year old boy was as inexperienced as she but, when he saw her lying with her long legs widespread and her eyes closed, he knew it was an incredible opportunity. His young cock was instantly erect and, without a thought, he dropped his track pants and threw himself atop the tall, young girl.

Janey was on the very edge of her climax when his weight came down on her. And then his hot, hard prick was pushing against the wet softness of her scantily furred vulva as, with thoughtless passion, he tried to enter the unknown recesses of a girl's body.

The whole thing lasted much less than a minute. He achieved his first objective as he plunged into her well lubricated, virgin vagina, his hard shaft tearing through her fragile hymen to be clasped in the hot, humid sheath. Janey's digital manipulations had taken her too far for the surprise and the brief, sharp pain to delay her climax. Her elastic channel clasped the intruding shaft with her orgasmic spasms and, overwhelmed by the delightful sensations, the equally inexperienced boy had ejaculated into the depths of the girl's young body.

Afterwards there had been recriminations and apologies although Janey's main but unspoken objection was that he'd stopped so soon. So, now, as she masturbated, she relived the feeling of penetration but, in her sex-occupied mind, it lasted through several climaxes.

"I wanta talk to yuh, Janey. I got somethin' to tell yuh.” Bonny said. Let's sneak out to the cottage."

Wordlessly the girl got out from under the covers and the two of them, dressed in the modest, long, flannel nightgowns supplied by the convent, they went to the gardener's former abode.

"What're yuh gonna tell me, Bonny? Didja learn somethin' about the new priests?” the taller girl asked as she sat beside her buxom friend on the edge of the bed. The presence of the two men had been a topic of speculation for all of the schoolgirls and it was the first thing that came to Janey's mind. This was not really surprising since, until her friend had interrupted her, she was imagining the most intimate male- female conduct.

"Have yuh ever done it with a woman, Janey? Like? You know? Has any of the nuns got in bed with you?"

"With a woman? With a nun? My God, Bonny. Of course not! Whatever gave you that idea?

"Nancy done it to me.” the plump teenager blurted out. "And I liked it, too. I thought, maybe? Like? Wouldja try with me, Janey? It's...like? Wouldja, huh?” and Bonny slipped her hand under the hem of her friend's nightgown to caress her long, firm thigh.

Janey shuddered as Bonny's warm hand progressed upwards towards her already aroused pussy and, after a moment's hesitation, she replied, "But whaddya do? Like? How do two girls do it together?"

"Lie down, Janey. Lie down and I'll show yuh.” Bonny said, breathlessly. The idea of being a teacher to her taller and, in some ways, more mature friend, giving an extra fillip to her already hotly burgeoning desire. "Take off your nightie and I will, too."

By the time Brother John arrived at the cottage, the girls had been experimenting for an hour or more. With female indefatigability, they had given each other several orgasms and Janey had confessed that she was no longer a virgin. "But it wasn't near as good as this.” she added as she spread her long legs and drew Bonnie's face into the hot swamp of her adolescent vulva. "He din't hardly do nothin' 'cept put it in me and go off.”

“I been fucked once too.” Bonny said as she raised her juice- wet face from Janey's swollen lovenest. "Only it was better. Lots better. I thought he was gonna kill me, at first. His thing is really huge! I din't think he could get it all the way into me. But I took every bit of it and except at first it din’t hardly hurt a’tall. And he din't do it quick, neither. He fucked me for the longest time."

"Who done it, Bonny? Who gotcha? Is that why they sent you here?” the long-legged nymph asked as she tried to pull the girl's head back to her throbbing pussy.

"It just happened, Janey. It wuz the monk who done me. You know. Brother John. And he done it to Nancy too. And I think he's doin' it to Sister Lisa.” the teenager replied in breathless pride as she once more began to lick her friend's soft, wet vulva. "I wuz scairt at first coz he's so big, but he done it so slick that it din't hardly hurt a’tall. I'm hopin' he'll do me again when he gets back."

The subject of her hopes was standing in the doorway and heard every word. And, after three days of celibacy, the little scene on the bed brought him to a state of instant, throbbing readiness. He saw, in the moonlit room, that Bonnie's friend was one he had wondered about before. It looked like she was also ready for the same as Bonnie and he had little concern about his ability to handle the two youngsters.

On the long bus trip back the immoral friar had been nipping from a flask of brandy and, partly because of that, he did not consider carefully his next move. They wanted it. He wanted it. So, what was there to consider. But he was dirty. Quietly he slipped out of the cottage to the nearby swimming pool and, stripping naked, he performed hasty ablutions under the shower. Then, carrying his clothes, he returned to the cottage.

When he got back, the scene was slightly different. The taller girl was kneeling with her head down between Bonny's widespread legs, her firm, lush rump high in the air, her long thighs well parted as she applied her newly learned skills to satisfy her buxom friend.

As the big Monk walked quietly to the end of the bed, Bonny saw him. Her eyes widened in surprise but her gasp was indistinguishable from her panting cries of delight from her partner's newly skilled lips and tongue.

Brother John's organ had been tamed by the cold shower and at the moment it dangled limply from his hair-thatched groin. It looked like a smooth salami to the youngster on the bed, not the erect, thickly veined cucumber that had destroyed her innocence and introduced her to the salacious ecstasy of being fucked.

Bonny didn't know what to do. She wanted, more than ever, to sample the once-tried delights of the immoral monk's skilled services. But, what would Janey do? Would she let him fuck her too? Could he fuck both of them? And, even as she watched the man, she saw the limply swaying fleshtube swell and rise until it was projecting out and angled slightly upwards. Then, with lewd anticipation, she realized that he could fuck her friend while she knelt, vulnerable and exposed, as she was now.

Bonny's thought was exactly that of the young friar. He stood behind and close to the long-legged teenager who was sloppily slurping at her partner's pulpy pussy. Janey's own fat-lipped vulva projected slightly back from between her parted thighs, its almost lightly haired prominence glistening with her passion-juice. The plump, fleshy protuberance was split by the narrow crevice that hid her vaginal mouth and her clitoris.

The wordless conspiracy between the sex-hungry fifteen year old and the lustful, unprincipled friar took definite shape as Bonny reached between her partner's thighs and began to caress the sensitive labia. Janey compliantly spread her thighs wider apart to give her friend better access to her pulsating pussy and, with her two hands, Bonny parted the fleshy cuntlips to reveal the tiny, pink entry orifice and, above it, the projecting

whiteness of her partner's clitoris.

Silently, the man moved closer to the tall teenager's appealingly wide hips and his fingers replaced those of his accomplice. The kneeling teenager rotated her hips and pushed down against the teasing fingers.

"MMmmmphh...phhhut yerr phhingerr innn...” she moaned without raising her head from Bonny's wet pussy-pudding. "Phhuutt it innn..." The cunt-muffled invitation could not have been more opportune for the horny monk whose throbbingly erect penis was only an inch away from the freely offered orifice. Carefully he placed the purple, peach-sized knob in the slot of the fifteen year old's pulpy, soft pussy and began to push into the delightfully tight opening.

"Mmmmmpphh...mmmmppphhh?....mmnonly one phhinngerrr...” Janey protested at the unexpected dilation of her once fucked cuntal entrance. "Mmmmoonnllyyy whuunnn...” she whined as the huge head of the monk's penis lodged within the narrow vestibule. And then, as her young loins were assailed by a mix of discomfort and tremendous pleasure, the kneeling girl looked back between her legs.

"OHMYGOD!” she cried out in consternation as she saw the two large, hairy balls outlined within their sac dangling between the creamy white columns of her vulnerably opened thighs. "OHNOOO! YOU CAN'T!", she exclaimed as she saw the mammoth treetrunk that connected her tortured, young twat to whoever was behind her. "NOT WITH THAT! IT'S TOO BIG!”

The tall teenager tried to twist away but her buxom partner and the unknown man both held her hips immobile with their hands and prevented the shocked girl from escaping the imminent penetration of her once-fucked vagina by the mammoth tool that threatened to invade her. And then, suddenly, the man withdrew.

"I'm sorry, my child,” he said softly. "I thought you were ready for this. I shouldn't have surprised you so.” and he walked around the bed to sit beside his frustrated, one-time fuckmate. "Do you want me to stay, Bonnie? Do you want your friend to leave while we have a little talk?"

"Oh yes, Brother John. Yes. I was afraid you were gone for good. Why don't you go back now, Janey. I'll be along after a while. And promise you won't tell anyone?”

Until then, Janey had felt superior to her equally young friend. She had thought that Bonny was innocent, at least as far as men went. She had not believed her story of being fucked by the monk and, because she herself had been fucked by a guy, no matter that it had been mainly frustrating, she believed she was more worldly and knowledgeable than her short, buxom confidante. Now, suddenly, she knew that Bonny had been fucked. Maybe even many times. And she must have taken this man's incredibly huge penis inside.

"I don't wanta leave without you, Bonny. I won't listen. You guys can talk and I'll wait.” she said.

"I dunno, Janey? Like? Maybe we'll do more than talk? Is that right, Brother John? Do yuh think we oughta let her stay?"

The monk's hands caressed Bonny's plump belly and dipped between her thighs as the adolescent minx spread her short legs and tilted her broad hips up to his cunt-cupping hand. "Well? I guess it'll be alright? But we may shock you, young lady. I've tried to teach Bonny that God's way is not the way you two have been behaving. Perhaps if you see how God intends you to behave you will not be tempted into the ways of Sodom."

Janey had real doubts about that. Her session with her friend had been far more exciting and satisfying than the brief encounter with her brother's friend. "Oh, I ain't gonna be shocked. I done it before... I mean, with a guy... Lotsa times...” she added as she bravely tried to make him believe she was extensively experienced. And besides, she still had difficulty believing that her short, buxom friend could really take that impossibly huge cock into her stubby body.

"I bet it wasn't as good as with him.” Bonny said, disappointed that her friend might be more experienced that she. And she reached to the naked monk's lap to grasp his now erect pole with both hands.

"C'mon, sir. Get on me. It ain't near as good with a girl as... you know. It's like yuh tole me, Brother John. God's way is the best."

The horny monk quickly mounted the buxom fifteen year old's body and, although she had only done it once before in her young life, she guided the mammoth prick to her juicy twat. Despite her apparent alacrity, she was apprehensive. She had taken that huge cock completely inside when he broke her cherry so she knew she could handle it but as she tensed for the repeat performance, it was only the presence of the other girl that caused her to lay so openly vulnerable to penetration.

The tall fifteen year old spectator tried to appear blasé as she watched the lewd scene unfolding before her. She stood a few feet away from the bed, at first, but when she saw that they were paying no attention to her, she moved closer and dropped to her knees so that, in the dim moonlight, she could see better. Her friend’s pussy, like her own, was fully pubescent although, in brighter light, the downy precursor of pubic hair would have been visible. Her friend's cuntlips were, like the rest of her body, short and fat. As the bulbous tip of the monk's weapon pressed against the shiny, wet labia, the soft fleshy folds parted easily and slowly it slid between. She glanced at her friend and saw her eyes clench shut as she braced for her impalement and, looking again at the monstrous pole, she saw it sink into the girl's fat body.

The monk knew that Janey was watching closely and he wondered if she was a virgin like Bonny had been. As the young girl's vaginal mouth expanded elastically to surround his dong, he relished the tight clasp. She was hot and wet but he knew that she was not yet accustomed to being entered so he took as much care as if she had been still virgin. He advanced slowly with short strokes, each succeeding one going a bit deeper than the previous. He saw the apprehensive expression on her pretty face and noted how she strained her short legs wider apart as if to relieve the pressure from his cunt-stretching tool.

The watching girl's jaw dropped in amazement as her fat, little classmate took the gargantuan rod into her body. She could see how the inner flesh clung possessively to the wrist-thick cock on withdrawal, then seemed to fold inward as he re-entered. And inch by inch he was progressing without a cry of pain from the fifteen year old. Six inches... seven...ten... and then, with a lunge he hammered the last two inches into the adolescent's tortured twat. Janey was intimidated by the obvious mature capability of her friend. And she was jealous too.

When the supine teenager felt the coarse hair of the monk's pubis scratch her tender pussy, she felt a thrill of satisfaction. He was in her. Completely. Through the nearly closed slits of her eyelids she looked at Janey and was rewarded by the gape-mouthed expression of incredulity on her face.

Bonny lifted her legs then and hooked her heels on the backs of her lover's knees as, with a sigh, she gasped,

"Aaahhhh....aaahhhh yeesss... aahhhh Brother John...it's so good... Fuck me sir...aahhh fuck me hard..."

The friar sensed that his young conquest was showing off but he was happy to play along. He began to fuck her with full length strokes of his mammoth rod as he mauled her big, soft tits. "Oh yes, Bonny. Oh yes. You're so good. Does it hurt you at all, my child? Am I too big for you?"

"I love it, sir. I love it coz it's so big. Hurry, sir. I'm gonna cum Yer gonna make me cum! Fuck me hard!” the scheming teenager panted as she felt the growing heat in her abdomen.

For about two minutes more the man pummeled the short girl's buxom, receptive body until, with the onset of a second climax, she gasped, "Go, sir. Go in me Brother John. I wanta feel it. I wanta feel yuh go."

It was too much for the lustful friar. The snugly clasping, wet heat of her juicy fuckwell as it began to contract in climax added to her lascivious behaviour and he exploded into her jerking, bucking body. And the watching girl felt a deep-seated, salacious thrill in her own loins as she tried to imagine what her classmate was experiencing.

"Didja ever take one as big as his, Janey?” Bonny asked as she lay limp and satisfied under her seducer. "It's sure better than the little ones, ain't it?” she added as if she'd ever had another. But she remembered how frightened Janey had sounded when he had almost got into her and the little minx wanted to lord it over her friend.

"I dunno.” Janey answered. "It's good, I guess, but?” and she pretended that it was nothing special. She wondered if he was going to try to get her and, if he did, how she was going to stop him without telling the truth.

Brother John, meanwhile, was wondering if he could let the tall girl leave without sealing her lips by doing the same to her as he had to Bonnie. His cock was somewhat numb but he still could maintain an erection, he was sure. As well, the contrast between Bonny's short, plump body and Janey's tall, shapely figure added incentive to his tentative plan to fuck her as well.

"Yer scairt of him, ain'cha Janey. Yer scairt he's too big fer yuh. I betcha ain't never done it atall. I bet yuh still got yer cherry. Yer just a kid.” Bonny taunted her friend. If Janey didn't let him do her, then she'd be too embarrassed to make a fuss about what she'd seen Bonny do, she thought.

"It ain't that atall. It's just... like? He's done you so he won't be able to do me 'til tomorrow. Men ain't like girls, y'know. They need time to recover. Ain't that right, Brother John. Yuh don't want me today, do yuh? But I'll let yuh to do it to me tomorrow, if yuh want."

There was a slushy gurgle from within the teenager's cum-flooded fuckwell as the monk dismounted from her buxom body. As he did, he displayed a member that showed no sign of weakening. "I don't need any time, Janey. And maybe tomorrow I'll have to go away again. I think you'd better come here, young lady. You need to be taught more of God's way." He stood and, taking the kneeling girl's hands in his, he drew her to her feet and then gently pushed her down on the bed. Bonny moved aside as she watched in breathless anticipation of seeing her friend get fucked.

"You're very different from Bonny.” the lustful monk said as he fondled her upthrust, large-nippled breasts. You're so tall that you look older. Do you think that may be why you've had so much more experience?" He noted that her eyes were swimming, as if she was near tears, and he suspected she was less experienced than she professed to be.

Uh? I dunno, sir? Maybe?” she replied in a meek voice, her eyes fixed on the semi-erect pole that lay along his thigh. She could still hardly believe that Bonny had accommodated that long, thick fleshpole completely within her body, even if she was kind of fat. She wanted to get up and run away but she'd never be able to put up with her friend's certain condescendence if she did that. She knew that her fate was sealed.

Brother John's hands caressed the young girl's shapely body and, gradually, strayed to the sleek, lightly haired mound at the juncture of her thighs. Her legs were tightly closed, initially, but as his fingers were gently insinuated between them and, skillfully, he found her clitoris, they relaxed and parted. Her slit was wet and slippery from the prolonged arousal of Bonny's mouth and then from the voyeuristic excitement of seeing her friend being screwed with that mammoth dong. Now, as his fingers slid easily over the plump softness of her young cunt, Janey's apprehension about his cock-size lessened with the growing need in her adolescent loins.

"Are you ready now?” the lustful friar asked softly as he knelt between the tall girl's long legs. Her hips were pushing up against the teasing caress of his hand and, as he tugged at her swollen nipples, the added titillation brought her to the verge of climax.

"Hanh? Aaahhnnhh...aa|zhhnnhh...” she panted in wordless assent. He took one of her hands and placed it on the thick shaft of his cock and the teenager immediately brought her other hand into play as well. Using his cock as a masturbation aid, she rubbed it over the soft, swollen flesh of her throbbing pussy, relishing the slick, hard hotness. And then, with a cry of adolescent passion, she pulled the knob harder into her cuntal slit and jiggled it back and forth over her inflamed clit

"Unh...unh...unh...UUUUNNNNNHHHH...” the fifteen year old cried out as her orgasm washed over her ripe, young body. In the throes of her passion, she forgot where she was or that she was about to be speared by a monstrous prick. Her pelvis jerked and her flaring hips bucked and then, with a whimpering sigh, she released her tight grip on his cock and her body went limp.

"C'mon, sir. Fuck her. Yuh gotta fuck her sir.” the excited Bonny gasped. "She needs it. Give it to her.” and as she spoke, she was furiously rubbing her own pussy. Although she was ready to be fucked again, herself, she was even more anxious to see her friend get it.

Brother John reached over for the cushion that had already served as a platform under another girl's ass and slipped it beneath Janey's ample buttocks. She laid, lax and unresisting, eyes closed and long legs open as the monk placed the bulbous knob of his mammoth dong between the sleek lip-rolls of her almost scantily furred, young

cunt.

"Whuunnh?...Unnnhhh?” the tall teen moaned as she felt the initial dilation of her vaginal vestibule. The peach sized bulb pressed inward as it had earlier when she was on her knees above Bonny but, this time, it didn't stop. As he had with the other girl, he entered gradually with short, ever deepening thrusts, her deliciously tight sheath expanding reluctantly to accept the huge pole.

Janey was weak from the physical and mental stresses of extended arousal but, as he quickly went beyond the depth that her first lover had achieved, she became apprehensive. She wasn't a virgin or, at least, she didn't have her cherry any more, but her loss of virginity was really only a technicality. Her one, brief experience had resulted in little more than the minimum penetration necessary to rupture her hymen. The remainder of her vaginal sheath was unexplored territory. The girl raised her head and, although she felt already as if she was filled to the maximum, she saw that more than a handsbreadth of the wrist-thick weapon was, as yet, unsheathed. Her big eyes widened in alarm. She forgot, momentarily that Bonny was there and that the other girl had taken the gargantuan fuckpole with apparent ease. It would hurt her, she was sure. She felt as if the thick weapon was going to split her apart. It was too big. Much too big!

"Hunnh? Unnh? No. Noooo. I can't. I can't take it.” she cried out in fright. The protesting girl's friend felt a perverse thrill of satisfaction that her taller and, she claimed, more experienced classmate was afraid of taking all of the monk's ponderous organ. The same cock that she, herself, had accommodated tonight with hardly a twinge of discomfort.

Is she a virgin, sir? Didja get her cherry?” Bonny asked in breathless excitement. "I thought yuh'd had lotsa big cocks, Janey? Din't yuh say he wasn't nothin' special?” she taunted.

Janey heard her friend's words and she bit her full lower lip to stifle her cries of apprehension. She continued to look at the thickly veined fleshpole that moved in and out of her hugely dilated young cunt but, after her cry of denial, the monk was not entering any deeper. He slowly fucked her with strokes that imbedded almost seven inches of the plundering prick inside her vagina but left the handsbreadth of cock as yet unsheathed.

"Make her take it, Brother John. Drive all of it into her. She needs it, sir. She needs it more'n I did.” the watching teenager urged. "Ram it into her, sir. Do it!"

The monk held back, waiting for the inevitable arrival of the reluctant girl's next orgasm. Bonny's lush, young body had taken the edge off his lust and he was confident that he could outwait this ripe, young teenager's apprehension. And it didn't take long.

With her back arched upward by the cushion under her ass, Janey was essentially immobilized. The ongoing friction of the man's hugely thrusting fucktool was causing delicious sensations in her body and she could feel the onset of another climax. With an instinctive response, her buttocks began to alternately flex and clench and, even in her upwardly bowed position, her wide hips heaved slightly. And the friar waited. The flesh-rolls of her scantily furred, young vulva were longer than Bonny's but, like the short girl's, they alternately gaped and rolled inward with the thrust of the monk's cock.

"She's gonna cum, sir. Can't yuh see? She's gonna cum!” Bonny gasped as her female instincts detected the signs of her friend's impending climax. "Give it to her, sir. Give it all to her!"

"Are you ready, Janey? Can you take it all?” he asked, barely able to resist his desire to fully penetrate the tall girl's juicily clingingsheath.

"Yunh...yunh...yunnh...ready...yunh...ready...” she replied, no longer conscious of her friend's presence but only of the burgeoning heat in her belly. "Whuunnnghh!” she grunted as, with a passion-prodded effort, she lifted her long legs vertically and tilted her cushion-elevated hips. By her sudden surge, the girl took three more inches of the fleshpole into the previously unexplored depths of her ripe, young body and it felt to her as if he was going to go right through to her back. And then her shapely legs wrapped instinctively around the man's hips, her ankles crossing as her orgasm drove away any remaining reluctance.

As the girl's heels dug into the small of his back and her firm thighs wrapped warmly about his hips, Brother John completed his invasion of her tight, young cunt. He drove down hard until the soft, fat lips of her pussy were clinging to the hair-wreathed root of his cock. The teenager quivered and vibrated, short, sharp cries of orgasmic ecstasy erupting from her throat. And then, with a tremulous sigh, she went limp, her long legs releasing their grip to fall away loosely.

"Didja go too, sir? Didja go with her?” the other girl asked, her eyes bright with satisfaction.

Wordlessly, the monk continued to screw the lax-bodied girl, raising and lowering his hips as he fucked her with full-length strokes of his throbbing cock.

"Unh?...hunnh?...unnnh?...sir?...unh sir?” Janey panted as she felt her tender sheath being thoroughly reamed by the mammothˆ tool. "Are yuh done, sir? Unnh? How much longer?" But her seeming reluctance to continue was soon replaced by a growing resurgence of passion and, in less than a minute, she once more reached a peak. As he felt the tight nipping of her young vaginal muscles, he knew he had succeeded again.

Supporting his upper body away from the tall teenager's, he looked down at her as he continued to fuck her. Despite her youth and although her breasts were of modest size when compared to those of her buxom friend, she was definitely old enough for fucking. Her hips, arched upward by the cushion beneath her full buttocks, flared widely. Her long, silky thighs were parted and clinging warmly to his hips. Her vulva, scantily furred though it was, had fat, juicy lips and, as he plumbed the depths of her vaginal channel, it expanded readily to accept his huge dong.

Janey sensed that something more was about to happen. After her second climax she was, once more, lax and limp beneath him. His heavy balls were bumping her upturned asscheeks as he fucked her with continuing long, slow strokes. Then his hands slid under her firm ass to draw her closer and she felt the scratchy pubic hair meshing with her soft, tender labia. Deep inside his cunt-filling organ swelled to new and impossibly huge dimensions, further dilating her already distended sheath.

"I'm going, Janey. Are you ready?” the immoral monk gasped as he felt the unstoppable explosion beginning in his heavy, aching balls.

"Whuuunnhh? Huuunnnhh?” she cried out as a superheated jet of heavy cum exploded into her. "Whuuunnhh? Uuuunnnhh?” she gasped as successive blasts inundated her fuckwell. Reflexively, her young cunt milked the spurting fuckpole and it felt to the

inexperienced youngster as if she was being flooded.

The monk, as his climax seized him, ground against the girl's sleek, firm fuck-saddle. Her young sheath seemed to be trying to draw him even deeper as it drew the sperm from him with a fantastic suction. As her upthrust hips jerked beneath him, he emptied his lust into her young loins. He continued to thrust and withdraw and there was a wet gurgling sound from her fuckwell and the heat of his gism bathed his deeply buried shaft. After a moment, he lay full-weight on her tall, shapely body and relaxed in the satisfaction of conquering another of the snobbish girls in the convent.

"Yuh done it, sir, din't yuh? Yuh gave it all to her. Wuz it good, Janey? Didja ever get it so good before?” the other girl asked breathlessly. Her friend was obviously thoroughly fucked now and Bonny knew that she could never tell on her. But, in her young body, a renewed fire had been ignited.

Finally the completely drained friar withdrew from the tall teenager's cum-flooded cuntsheath as the girl lay limply spread-eagled on the bed. His cock was already deflating and, although he could see that the other girl was ready for a repeat session, he knew he could not oblige her. Not yet, anyway.

The two girls did not return to the dormitory until dawn was breaking. The lustful monk, after an hour of recuperation, had been able to quench their precociously developed desires by repeated plumbing of their young, juicy fuckwells. By the time they left, however, he was, himself, totally exhausted.