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 Sins of the Fathers.  By (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mf Mm MM Mmf cons.

   The Bishop poured himself a glass from the decanter, stretched his legs
out luxuriosly, sniffed the bouquet and took a sip.

   Life was good!  The last six months had been as close to paradise as
mortal man had a right to expect, a just reward for the years of
politic-ing, brown-nosing, and keeping his head down during his rise
through the Church hierarchy.  At forty eight he was the youngest bishop
and still fit enough to enjoy the perks: which included a deep cellar of
fine wines, a humidor of good cigars.....  and of course the less
conventionaly episcopal pleasures he enjoyed as patron of the Orphanage. 
His desk was clear of papers: his excellent Clerk dealt with all that
leaving him free to fill his time with the minor matters of ritual and
social contact.

   There were the occasional problems which only he could deal with, like
this letter from an interfering biddy called Mrs Matthews!  But even this
could be managed, probably to his own advantage.

   He spread her hand-written, scrawled note note on his desk and weighted
it with the glass for his visitor.  Looked as if a spider had fallen in the
ink and crawled over the page he thought.

   He looked at his watch: due in five minutes.

   He was tempted to light a good Havana, but decided on a Burma cheroot.
The Havana would take too long, and he would be duty bound to offer one to
his visitor....  too good for him!



   He had told his butler that he wished to answer the door himself, and
when he heard the distant bell he got up, light on his feet for such a
well-built man, and opened the door.

   "Father Reynolds".

   "Bishop".

   He was amused as the Priest looked round in awe at the grandeur and
sheer opulence of the Bishop's Palace.  Even here in the lobby the
Victorian architect and designers had spared no effort or expense to make
the place imposing, and visitors were always impressed: though some of the
younger "modernisers" thought bishops should live like hermits and beggars.
Well, not Bishop Paul!



   He motioned the Priest to a small side table with two padded chairs, and
as the visitor sat down he gathered up decanter, glasses, and the letter
before seating himself.

   "Pour yourself a glass, Father: it's an excellent bottle, and may I
offer you a cheroot?"

   This was encouraging, more like a social meeting than the difficult
session the Priest half-feared.  Lord knows, he had enough guilty secrets
to make a summons to his Bishop an alarming prospect.

   "Thank you, Bishop, but I don't smoke."

   "Wish I didn't.  Bad habit!  And one of many I fear!"

   He laughed.

   "Read this, Father, it arrived yesterday..."

   The colour left Father Reynold's face as he skimmed through the short
note, written on lined paper in a near-illiterate hand.  Mrs Matthew's
daughter had told her that her schoolfriend Carrie Carey had boasted about
having sex with the Parish Priest......  Father Reynolds.  It might not
mean anything but she thought the Bishop should know.

   "Interfering woman," the Bishop commented.  "But I want you to tell me
everything, Father Reynolds, and before you pass out....  you've gone as
white as a sheet.....  please be assured that I have no intention of
involving anyone else, not the Church Authorities, certainly not The Law.
Anything you tell me, our whole discussion in fact, and even that it has
taken place, will remain secret between the two of us.  Rules of The
Confessional in fact.  Now, tell me about young Carrie Carey....  a pretty
girl I suppose?"

   "The prettiest!  Really lovely.  Her real name is Edna, but everyone
calls her Carrie because of her surname and she doesn't like her Christian
name....  can't say I blame her!  She's twelve.  No, just thirteen."

   "And a real temptation to red-blooded males, especially celibate
Priests, I suppose?  Charge your glass again, dear fellow, and mine while
you're at it."

   "Yes beautiful..." He thought for a moment marshalling the words. 
"She's blonde with long hair often in a pony-tail, but she knows I like it
loose.  Fit and good muscle tone.  Flawless complexion, and in fact
flawless everywhere....  Tall for her age and slender, willowy: not at all
skinny, but not plump either, Fit.  Loves sport."

   "She sounds entrancing and I can understand why you were tempted to
enjoy some of her 'sport'......  I'm sure I would want her, too!  Developed
for her age?"

   Father Reynolds was more relaxed now, sensing that perhaps, improbable
as that might seem, the Bishop was a kindred spirit, perhaps even sharing
his own delight in child-beauty.  Well the man had asked, so he would
answer....

   "Nice breasts.rounded and firm and erectile nipples, developed for a
just-thirteen.  I said her hips are slender, but she has a bottom that juts
out quite provocatively....  and she's certainly sexually mature..."

   "Tell me more."

   The Bishop was leaning forward, voice lowered now, and Father Reynolds
almost whispered.

   "The prettiest little-girl pussy, with naked plump lips and just a
dusting of golden fluff over her pretty, rounded mound.  So lovely....The
sort you dream about..."

   "And she loves you to kiss her there I should think: that's the first
thing they learn in my experience, how good it is to be fingered and
kissed..."

   "Yes, Bishop, we always do that before we have full sex....  She's
multi-orgasmic, and that is not so common in very young girls."

   The Bishop noted, as he was intended to, that Father Reynolds knew other
girls who were not so gifted.  This was not a one-off affair: the priest
had other little girls in his harem!

   "Thank you, Father for being so frank, and so that I don't have the
advantage of you I will also confess to enjoying the sexual favours of
young girls....  and boys too in my case."

   "Oh!  Me too, Bishop.  In fact more boys than girls as they are easier
to seduce I find, and often their skin is even silkier...."

   " No real problems with either sex....  randy little things at twelve
and thirteen.  Orphanage full of them over there," He gestured at the
window.  "Younger and older too, though twelve to thirteen is ideal for
girls, perhaps a tad older for boys, don't you think?" He sipped his glass
and mused thoughtfully.  "Yes, horny little blighters.....  so very
tempting...."

   "Indeed".



   There was a pause as both men absorbed the new facts, and started their
imaginations on the implications of having discovered a fellow traveller
along the wilder roads of love.

   "Well, Father, we understand each other well but still have to deal with
Mrs Matthews and her daughter.  what's the girl's name by the way?"

   "Sarah.  She's a plain girl.  Odd how the real beauties always have an
ugly best friend."

   " I've noticed it too: and the way to the pretty one can be via the ugly
one, don't you know.  But to business!  This is how we'll handle the
matter. I shall attempt to persuade the lovely Carrie to admit to her plain
friend that she made it all up to seem grown-up and that she's scared it
might make trouble for the nice Father Reynolds who would not dream of
doing anything sinful and so on......  The daughter will then tell her
mother and that ought to be the end of the matter, unless I get a letter of
apology from the woman....  which would be ideal, but not really essential.
Do you agree?"

   "Oh yes, Bishop.  I'm so grateful...."

   "Nonsense.  Just bring Carrie to see me this time tomorrow or the day
after: tell her I like to meet all the children before they are confirmed.
Now, I've arranged entertainment for myself this afternoon, and as you
share my little vice and our secret you might like to join us in our
pleasures.  Marcia is a girl from my Orphanage.  She comes here two
afternoons a week to water and tend the house plants: when she's done that
I give her her little reward for being a good, loyal, and above all
compliant girl.  You'll like her.  I do.  She's twelve.  By the way, don't
worry about the butler.....  he's one of us.  In fact he told me about the
fun and games he and my predecessor, the saintly Bishop Patrick, used to
get up to with the orphanage.  He favours the boys, though.  He's very,
very discrete."

   He rang a little handbell and moments later a girl let herself in.....

   "Are you wearing your new lingerie, Marcia?"

   "Oh yes!  It fits perfectly.  Thank you so much Bishop."

   "It's as much for my pleasure to see you in it as it is for you to wear
it, my little angel.  This is Father Reynolds.  he likes little girls too,
and would love to see your new bra and panties Show him!"

   "I bought them on-line and had them delivered to her at the Orphanage!"

   Marcia smiled, a sensuous, full-lipped smile that the two men rightly
interpreted as willing comliance.  In fact she had summed up the Priest as
a fit guy, probably not yet thirty, handsome, and a welcome change from
just having Mr Carstairs at the Orphanage, and the Bishop.  Or at least she
hoped he would want to have some rumpy-pumpy with her!  She knew she had a
good body and the men loved looking at her.  When she went into town in her
summer shorts and halter-top, or her tartan mini-skirt and best tight, silk
top the men just drooled.  she loved to see those married guys stealing
glances when their wives were not looking, or the old guys on benches
watching her, eyes fixed on her tits and butt as she passed.  And she
looked especially good in this new lingerie.

   Clever girl with the instinctive sexuality of all females, she took a
couple of steps backward before slowly unbuttoning the rather severe white
cotton shirt.  It had promised fine breasts the way it was plumped out, and
the promise was fulfilled as she allowed it to fall open.  Her skin was
olive-brown, truly a sexy mediterranean colouring to match the silky, shiny
black hair that fell to her shoulders.

   "See how well it fits".

   Tiny hands cupped her breasts in their nests of lacy white satin.  The
two men could see her nipples standing making two little pokes in the nylon
and the brown of her aureoles darker shadows under the fine lace tracery.
The white brassiere almost glowed against the golden-brown of her probably
summer-tanned midriff.  As she pushed her breasts together there was a
cleavage that any twelve/thirteen year old girl would be proud to show off.
She smiled, remembering how Bishop Paul had fucked her between her tits
about a month ago, when she was having one of her still-rare periods, and
his spunk had splattered up over her face and hair so she had to wash it
before returning to the orphanage.

   She smiled again, seeing promising bulges had grown under the black
robes, and that Father Reynolds had stretched his legs out almost curling
his toes at the pleasure of the sight.  She wondered if he was naked under
those black skirts....  she knew the Bishop never wore underpants, at least
when she was visiting.  It looked as if Father Reynolds might have a big
one, to match his burly frame.  She hoped so!

   She allowed them to see her handling her breasts a long moment before
slipping the shirt over her shoulders and allowing it to fall to her feet.

   She made them wait a moment....  clever girl!

   Amazing how these young girls seemed to know almost by instinct how to
tease a man, Father Reynolds thought.  She seemed to know that the sight of
young, pert breasts still chastely covered by lingerie, even though the
wispy lace more than hinted at aroused nipples and the shadows of pretty
little aureoles, even those hints could be just as exciting as complete
nudity, perhaps even more exciting when, as she said, 'the fit was
perfect'!

   Her skirt was decent, probably school uniform, black and down to below
the knee, and she made them wait even longer while she pretended to
struggle with the catch at her waist, and then a short zip.

   Father Reynolds was now very aware of his penis straining against the
cotton of the boxer-shorts he was wearing.  He did indeed usually enjoy the
feeling of his cock and balls hanging free under his robes, and often went
naked under them especially when conducting services in church or teaching
girls and boys their catechism.  He had put on shorts for this meeting but
was beginning to regret that as his cock strained almost painfully against
his clothes.  He could see Bishop Paul was also aroused.

   Marcia smiled that sexy, full-lipped smile again as Father Reynolds
shifted in his chair and eased the position of his cock through the black
of his skirts.  They were nicely worked up, she thought, as she allowed the
skirt to drop to her ankles and stepped out of it.

   The white lace and satin of her panties exactly matched her bra, of
course, and glowed just as fluorescent against the golden skin of her
thighs and delicately-rounded belly.  Her belly button was a little hollow
in the golden plain of her stomach.  Bishop Paul thought it would look good
with a green or perhaps red gem in it: perhaps he would have her pierced
there and buy her a couple of ornaments.  Or perhaps it would be best to
leave well alone ....  after all it was good to lick her there where it
tickled and she giggled.  Spicy too!  Choices!  Decisions!

   The men were not aware that they had craned forward to see her trim hips
and slender waist, and above all the shape of her mons veneris, rounded and
seeming-plump under the tracery.  There was just the hint of a shadowy
triangle, her little-girl first-hair.  The panties were tight into her
crotch, and from the look of the crease down the centre her lips were at
least a bit open, at least a bit aroused.

   She stood for a moment to allow them to admire her, and needed no words
from them to confirm that they did indeed admire, and certainly wanted her:
she knew she was beautiful and sexy in any case, and their stiff cocks and
eager expressions merely confirmed her feminine knowledge of what turned
men on.

   She was so sexy in her lingerie, and yet so little-girl in the white
ankle socks and light brown court shoes she was still wearing.

   This was her excuse to bend and remove one shoe and sock, turning side
on so they could see her breasts in profile, and also her bottom rounded
and provocative as the white satin stretched over her buttocks when she
bent.  Now the other shoe and sock, posing as she did so so the men could
see the crotch of her panties, satin tight up against her labia, the little
crease so suggestive of the delights, young-girl pussy beneath.



   "Oh!  Stop teasing us, my angel.  Your new lingerie is just perfect, and
what's underneath is just perfect too.  Come on!"

   She giggled.  She knew Bishop Patrick too well to be at all intimidated
by him.  He might be a real Church Dignatory, a genuine big-wig, but he was
after all just a man, and they all wanted the same things.  It crossed her
mind that she might get her pussy sucked at the same time as her cunt was
fucked.  This had often been a fantasy when she was alone in her bed at the
Orphanage, toying with her clit and breasts, and now there was a chance her
fantasies would come true.  Her clitty was really awake now!  She had
better get the panties off before they got all damp and she would have to
wash them.

   She reached behind and unclasped the bra, holding it in place with one
arm guarding her breasts from view for a long, teasing moment in a gesture
of little-girl modesty belied by the sensual smile on her full lips and the
dreamy sexuality in her eyes.  She allowed the brassiere to fall away and
join the debris of clothes on the polished floor.

   Father Reynold's gasp of admiration was very pleasing, and she felt her
clitty beginning to tingle even more: she needed fingers, tongues, cocks!
but again she showed them her profile, and Father Reynolds knew he was
looking at girl-perfection: rounded, small, firm without the slightest
sag-line under, they needed no bra for anything but teasing decoration. 
Naked they were superb: how good it would be....  was going to be soon he
guessed...  to feel them, to press those little brown buttons, to kiss and
suck.

   She cupped her naked breasts for a moment and then slipped a thumb under
the waistband of her panties, smiling again as the men shifted in their
seats.  She seemed to have hypnotised them, and slowly, so slowly she
pulled one side of her panties down revealing the slim beauty of one hip
and just the hint of the top of her pubic fleece.

   The other side now, and her whole belly exposed to their view, smooth,
golden, firm but just so very slightly rounded.  Not as flat as a fit
boy's, Father Reynold's thought, but perhaps even sexier in its promise of
femininity.

   She now pulled both sides down and there she was as she stepped out of
the panties, naked.  Her pubic triangle was prettied with just a hint of
fineblack hair, a deeper black than even than the tresses that graced her
head and shoulders.  Her cunt lips were plump for a twelve-year-old,
hairless still and promised divine pleasures.....

   Both men craned forward and she knew they would see her clitty peeping
out: it always did a bit when she was aroused, and it was really tingling
now.  Not long and she would have their hands and mouths feeling and
tasting, provoking her body in all the places she was sensitive.....  and
even where was she not sensitive if it was hands and tongues, and if the
men were handsome and fit like these two?

   She took up a cheese-cake pose for a moment with a laughing "Ta - Ra".

   But the Bishop had drained his glass, stood up, and turned to his guest.

   "I have a bed in the back-room of my study, Father.  Will you join
Marcia and me there?"

   "Gladly!"



   Marcia lay naked on the white sheets, watching the priests as they
dis-robed.  As she well knew, the Bishop wore no under-pants, and was naked
first, the cock she knew so well sticking out in front of him, great
circumcised knob and thick shaft with balls that did justice to his
large-bodied frame.  Her cunt was now really wet and she could feel her
clitty alive and tingling.

   Father Reynolds took a bit longer and it was awkward for him to release
his cock from blue-striped boxers, but when he did she saw it was longer
than the Bishop's but not as thick, and the knob was smaller and more
pointed unlike the other's huge, flaring mushroom.  Circumcised as well. 
She made a mental note to ask Mr Carstairs whether all priests were cut, or
whether it was a coincidence,,,, Anyway he was slimmer than The Bishop, but
looked even fitter with genuine six-pack stomach muscles and good strong
shoulders and thighs.  He would fuck well.

   The Bishop was first to the bed, laying as he always did at first with
his head on her belly, his fingers on her breasts, his cock mixed in her
silky black hair hair.

   Father Reynolds was only seconds behind, laying alongside her, his hand
on her breasts as well, his mouth covering hers in a passionate kiss.  How
these men loved tits, she thought, as the priest's tongue slipped into her
mouth and felt her teeth and her palate.  Her turn now, as her tongue slid
into his mouth and she felt his hard cock press against her.

   Each breast was being fondled, each nipple pressed and twisted between
fingers and thumbs, and that seeming-thread connecting her nipples to her
clitoris was transmitting the pleasure like an electric current.

   She was laying on her side and had to turn her head to kiss.

   Should she ask them to fuck her and suck her at the same time?  Or
should she be the good little girl and just accept what these alpha males
wanted, submit to their lusts?  She suspected that it was not only the
young body that aroused men....  though it certainly did, all of them.....
but also the very idea of innocent youth.  That here was a near-child who
could be seduced, taught to accept the domination of adult males, educated
in the arts of love, moulded to give the male everything he deired.  Yes,
their Church would call it corrupting her, but young Marcia knew it was
fulfilling her, showing her what her body and mind wanted, and freeing her
to indulge her own desires.....

   It looked as if her wish was going to be fulfilled as she felt The
Bishop part her pussy-lips with his fingers and then his tongue on her
clitty.  The sudden pleasure made her squeak, a little-girl squeal of
pleasure.  Now the whole mouth was over her cunt, and he was rubbing his
tongue and his nose up and down the wet crease.  He had one hand pulling
her lips wide open, but the other cupped her mound, fingers combing through
the fine hair.

   None too gently her leg was lifted and she was rolled over slightly onto
her belly so The Bishop's head was jammed beneath her, still sucking and
licking, but more to the point her bottom was available for Father Reynolds
to caress and kiss.

   Father Reynolds looked at the plump bottom with its entrancing
tan-lines, a bottom so freely and generously offered to him, spread the
buttocks with both hands and, holding them apart admired the familiar sight
of puckered little pink anus, so firmly and chastely closed, and the plump
cunt-lips, hairless and closed, reminding him of a spring-loaded coin-purse
his first male seducer had shown him, a boy just into puberty, joking that
it was just like a cunt as he squeezed it open and closed.  That had been
the prelude to his sexual awakening, sucked off in the teacher's study. 
Happy days!

   When he was with a boy he thought there was nothing so sexy as the tiny,
almost muscular bottom of a lad on the cusp of manhood, that delightful
not-child, not-adult male butt that boys had in their early teen years, But
when he was with a girl he equally was convinced there was nothing like the
softer, silkier, slightly more rounded contours of the pubescent girl, her
hips still boyish, but her buttocks just beginning to be feminine.

   With both, boy and girl, the anus was one of the most delightful
features, so redolent of innocence, closed tight like a little petalled
flower, and one of the routes to almost divine pleasure.

   He leaned over, still holding those silky globes apart, and placed a wet
kiss on her anus.  She gave a little squeak.  He could see and feel the
activity of his fellow cleric's tongue and nose dabbling in the wetness of
her cunt from the front.  The rear position would be his and The Bishop had
thoughtfully arranged her legs and torso so access to her pudenda would be
easy.  he pressed his cheek against the silky skin of one buttock, and it
felt cool to his lips.  He kissed her again on her anus and gave himself
the pleasure of penetrating it with the tip of his tongue.

   Marcia felt the kiss on her anus and then the tip of his impudent tongue
penetrating: so he liked arses!  She hoped he would fuck her pussy and
fulfill that fantasy of being sucked and fucked at the same time.....  but
if he wanted to bugger her that was ok as well....  That would be a first
too, a mouth on her clit and a cock up in her arse: might be good, though
not as good as her real fantasy!
Father Reynold's had a choice to make: tight little anus or probably
less tight cunt?  The arse was tempting, but because he had more success
seducing the altar-boys and choirboys than the female catechism girls he in
fact got much more arse than pussy.  And this girl was so pretty, so
feminine, and under The Bishop's tongueing of her clitoris so clearly ready
to be fucked, that he decide he would fuck her female pussy.  He opened the
lips between his thumbs, and, yes!  she was wet and juicy.  With his own

precum too he would need no lube....

   Marcia had felt her cunt being opened and knew the priest was looking at
her pink inner lips....  and presumably the frantic licking of his
colleague.

   "Please, Father, fuck me....  please."

   Consent even!

   The Bishop heard her and concentrated now on her clitoris, licking and
pulling at it with pursed lips, leaving her vagina and its entrance free
and available for his new partner in sex.  The perfume of aroused pussy was
almost intoxicating, and he was suddenly worried he might cum.....

   The pink of her cunt was in shocking contrast to the delicate white of
the outer lips and Father Reynolds could see The Bishop was concentrating
on her clit leaving the darker red of the entrance to her vagina visible
and tempting.  He rubbed his cock head in the wetness smearing some of his
precum there as well.

   "Please, Father.....  please..."

   The knob went easily in and was nicely gripped, though not so tight that
it was at all difficult to slide the full length of the shaft till his
thighs touched that so-desirable bottom.  He paused, savouring the moment
and the strong muscles that held his cock.  And then he started to fuck
her...

   The Bishop could see the cock sliding in and out an inch, no, even less
from his tongue.  He was reminded of adult cocks he had known when he was a
boy, teachers two of them, the Priest, the milk-man, Mr Meadows from number
seven, his mother's brother in army uniform.....  So many lovely cocks from
the age of about eleven.  Till when?  Till he was about fifteen and became
heterosexual for several years, always looking for teenage girls then.

   But those cocks had been exciting.  The cock was now thrusting in and
out, thighs bashing into buttocks, and if he were to just stick his tongue
out he could touch it.  He did, and felt the shaft rub across his pointed
tongue.  How long since he last sucked an adult cock, swallowed thick,
creamy adult cum?  Too long perhaps.

   The girl's clit was like a little thumb now, so hard, so erect, and she
was really wet, squirting almost.  His face was bathed in her juices, and
still that cock reamed in and out, pulling at the inner lips, stretching
them thin as it pulled out, compressing them again as it thrust in.

   He felt her body tensing.  She shouted something, but with his face
trapped by all that girl-flesh he could not make ot the words.  Then he
could as even louder....

   "Coming!  Jeeeesus!  I'm coming.

   She was coming!  As usual Marcia was noisy with her rhythmic grunts and
little squeals of pleasure, and this time she seemed to have lost it
completely in the pleasure of her orgasm.

   The girl had never felt anything like this, not even thmore bruta, the
nibbling and pounding of her clitoris harder....  and she was coming
again....  "fuck!  Fuck, fuck fuck.  Again.  Coming!  Jeesus!"

   It was too much....

   But still the pounding, and she could feel Father Reynold's cock
swelling, feel his hands digging into he buttocks and her left breast.  He
was coming.....

   She imagined that flood of hot cum deep inside her body, and she came
again too.  No words, teeth gritted now.  Spasms racking through her body.

   "Please!  Enough.  Please....."

   Watching that cock reaming in and out and watching the change in tempo
that showed Father Reynold was coming The Bishop remembered how good it had
been to take Father Murphy's cock up his little-boy arse: the parish priest
had such a big, firm cock, and knew how to find the boy's prostate so well
that young Paul always came.  The boy had confessed his delight in sex with
so many men, and his lust (unsatisfied as yet) for girls and boys at his
school, and Joking Father Murphy had suggested the boy should become a
priest himself and get all the sex he ever wanted.  That moment was etched
on Bishop Paul's consciousness, a formative moment, and linked for ever to
the memory of the customary feeling of fullness in his tight little arse
that had accompanied the advice.  Never to be forgotten!

   With a final lick at Father Reynold's cock, holding the priest's balls
in one hand squashed between all their bodies, with this memory of past
pleasures The Bishop came, spunk splattering over the girl's tits, chin
mouth and forehead.



   The three untangled themselves and lay silent for several minutes. 
Marcia licked her lips where cum had landed, and then scooped some from her
tits to transfer it to her mouth.

   It was nicer when it was hot and creamy and straight into her mouth, but
this was still silky and smooth, and a bit salty like Bishop Paul's always
was,

   "Thank you, Marcia.  You may get dressed now and return to your
plants...."

   Both men admired her back and pert little bum as she walked to the door.
Then she turned with a smile.

   "May I use the shower please?  I've got cum all over my head, as well as
here..." she wiped a hand on the inside of her tigh where cum had leaked
down.

   "Of course, my dear!  Use the bathroom on the first floor.  You can
carry your clothes up with you: there's no-one about except Jennings."

   The girl smiled: she knew the butler was only interested in Bishop
Paul's little boys, not his girls.



   "May I call you by your first name, Father?"

   "Ryan."

   "Paul.  I have a little confession, Ryan.  While you were fucking and I
was sucking that delightful cunt I just could not resist licking your cock
as it went in and out."

   "I felt your tongue I think, and wondered...  and after I came you were
holding me."

   "When I was a boy I loved hard, adult cocks, and was always eager to
suck and especially be fucked by big, strong men.  It's a long time ago
now, and I thought mt tastes had changed.  Not so sure now."

   "Sounds as if you had several lovers as a boy?"

   "I did, but no other boys.  All men."

   "I only had one man when I was a boy, but he was big and strong too. 
Used to suck me off at least once a week but never wanted to fuck me.  I'm
an anal virgin, Paul.  But he used to like me to fuck him and suck him off
of course....  which is probably a bit unusual.  He was a teacher at my
school, and played rugby for our county."

   "Sounds my sort of guy, except for not wanting to fuck.  So you used to
fuck a big strong man, and I used to love being fucked.  We are a matching
pair, Ryan.  Did you like to kiss him?"

   There was no need for an answer as the two men looked at each other,
heads inclined just so slightly and then they were in each other's arms
hugging and kissing passionately.

   It happened so suddenly that neither man was astonished.amazing though
it seemed amazing later when their passion had been satisfied, temporarily
at least.

   Mouths locked together, legs intertwined, hands grasping at muscular
shoulders, backs, writhing on the bed, each could feel the other's cock
rising hard, pressing urgent.

   "Jeez Ryan!  It's so long since I had an adult cock in my mouth...."

   Ryan felt a hand grasp his cock, holding it as Paul reversed on the bed
and then the familiar warmth and wetness of a mouth on his knob.  He had so
many memories of boys and girls licking and sucking his cock, slender
bodies pressed against him, budding breasts to fondle, but only ever one
fit, muscular man to caress.  Paul's cock had a wide, flaring knob not
unlike Mr Andrews' had been and it had never been easy to get that one into
his mouth: ok with the shaft once that helmet was inside!  And now here was
a lovely, adult cock inches from his face, now actually pressed up against
his chin, mouth, nose, so different from the little-boy willies that had
been his life for years!  And the scent of an adult male, so different from
that of pubescent boys.  Strange how a scent can bring memlories back so
clearly, so powerfully.

   He wondered if the teacher's reluctance to fuck him had been fear of the
damage that big, wide knob might do to a tender and tight young arse-hole.
Probably!

   These were the thoughts going through Ryan's mind as he stetched his
mouth wide open and accepted the gift he had been offered, allowing the
shaft to slide between his lips and fluttering his tongue along the front
of it, as he remembered Mr Andrews had taught him.  It touched the back of
his throat, his nose nestling in the bushy pubic hair: he was pleased to
find he still had no gagging response.  When his first seducer had fucked
him in the mouth for the very first time he had gagged, and Mr Andrews had
to shorten his cock by grasping it in his hand around the base.  Later the
boy had learned to suppress the gagging response and take the whole cock,
deep throat....  Must be like riding a bike, he thought.  Once learned,
never forgotten!

   And a good thing too because Ryan was shagging his mouth hard, that
broad knob smashing against his palate and sometimes right down into the
throat.  soon he would feel the silky, creamy cum spurt.  He remembered
adult cum as thicker than the boy-juice he feasted on nowadays.  By the way
strong fingers were grasping his head, holding it steady, it would not be
long.

   But Paul had suddenly stopped sucking.....

   "Fuck me, Ryan.  It's been so long...."

   Ryan looked down at the muscular buttocks and spread them with his two
hands, one on each cheek.  How long since he had seen a hairy anus?  Years
of smooth and silky boys and girls, and yet the memories were adding to the
rock-hard erection.  He felt he could penetrate steel with it.  Just the
right height as he knelt behind, greasing Paul's arse-hole and then using
the surplus lube on his own cock.  He smiled as he remembered having to use
a pillow to kneel on....  two in fact when he first fucked Mr Andrews' bum.


   Paul felt that once-familiar momentary discomfort, not exactly pain, as
the knob forced its way in: and then the pleasant feeling of fullness.  The
first real thrust began the pleasure he now remembered so clearly, a
physical memory and not merely in his mind, as the knob pummelled his
prostate with each clash of thighs on bottom.  Jesus!  How he had loved
this as a boy!  Not the first few times.....  he had submitted because he
genuinely loved the man....  but within weeks he was forever pestering for
a fuck!

   Ryan gripped hips to give himself leverage and saw a drop of sweat fall
from his brow onto narrow, strong buttocks.  He was fucking hard now, and
Paul was moaning with pleasure.

   He spanked a buttock with his open palm and the sound echoed round the
tall ceiling.  The first slap had been unthinking, just something his body
did of its own accord....  but the second and third were deliberate.  That
muscular bum was so tempting,,,,

   "Jeeeeesus!  You'll make me cum.....  No don't stop!"

   Because Ryan had pulled his cock out.

   "On your back!  I want to see you cum!"

   His little cock had never been enough to make his first seducer cum, and
Mr Andrews had always wanked while the boy fucked and watched.  But the boy
delighted in the sight of the first fierce spurt, usually only a drop or
two but very swift and strong, and then the second and third, fuller, more
cum, and with more moans of pleasure from the man!

   He could get a man's legs up over his shoulders now he was grown-up, and
his cock slid easily in, accompanied by a sigh of pleasure from Paul, bent
nearly double.

   Paul did not wank: just lay back almost motionless with a look of dreamy
pleasure on his face.

   Which changed as Ryan fucked him harder and still faster.

   That look almost of pain, flushed, eyes glittering was so like his old
teacher moments before....

   "Shit!  I'm cumming!  Oh God, yes!"

   A streamer of cum splattered up The Bishops chest as high as his face.
Another, splatting over chest-hairs and onto his right nipple, white
globules and streaks against the hairs and skin..

   "Oh yes!  Cumming!  Me too, Paul.  Cumming!  Oh you lovely man.... 
Cumming."

   The sight of Mr Andrew's spurt had always made the boy cum....and it did
this time too for the grown man.  His orgasm was body-shattering, a spurt
deep inside, another thrust, another spurt.  A third spurt from Paul.  A
last deep inside him, anus gripping him so tight as equally powerful spasms
shook the body laying in front of him.

   Legs down again, arms spread wide, Paul welcomed Ryan into his embrace,
sticky with cum, cock still twitching, anus clenching penis.

   With a fart arsehole ejected cock.

   Ryan laughed.  "Shitty!"

   "Well, I wasn't expecting to be fucked.  I'll douche next time".

   "Yes, there'll be a next time, Paul....."





   Father Reynolds checked the girl over.  She certainly looked as
appetising as usual.  He had considered asking her to wear her school
uniform as there is something particularly sexually arousing about girls
who are obviously school-girls....  those short skirts (one of his girls
had told him they deliberately shortened their skirts and there was a
continual battle between the school and the girls....  the school wanting
them below the knee, the girls as high up the calf as they could get away
with).  No wonder men were attracted, whatever the law said.  The local
comprehensive dressed its girls in a white cotton shirt, pleated black
skirt and a black blazer.  He loved to see them and especially if, like
Carrie, they had enough tits to plump that white cotton provocatively.  In
winter they wore black tights, not glossy, sadly, but nonethless
fetish-sexy!  All the girls were bare-legged in summer and it was equally a
delight to watch those long, slender limbs gradually tan through the
months, with promises of beautiful tan-lines on buttocks and breasts!  But
it was Saturday, and her weekend casual clothes were more suitable, and
less likely to attract attention, perhaps.

   She certainly looked groomed and beautiful in her tight, white cotton
top with "YES" in bold pink letters across her tits!  Father Reynolds also
knew it was not just a bluff and she really meant it.  He smiled: the Bisop
would find she was a YES girl!  She caught his glance and smiled back, a
bit nervously perhaps.

   "No need to be nervous, Carrie: Bishop Paul is a very nice man, and a
very good friend of mine."

   That nervous smile again.  Suppose he knew.  Suppose he wanted to see
her because he knew....

   Father Reynolds nearly added that Bishop Paul especially liked nubile
young girls, but Carrie would soon find that out for herself.  The thought
of her sweet pussy under that mid-calf length pleated skirt stiffened his
cock, discretely disguised by his heavy black skirts.  He would have loved
to kiss her (at least), but that certainly would not be discrete on the
doorstep of the Bishop's Palace!

   "Ring the bell, Carrie...."



   The door was not opened by Bishop Paul or his butler, but by a young
boy.

   "Hello!  You must be Father Reynolds and Carrie?  I'm Timmy.  I come
here Saturday afternoons to vacuum his floors.  The Bishop is expecting
you."

   "Pocket money eh?"

   No, he doesn't pay me.....  though you could say I'm well rewarded."

   There was a confident smile on the boy's face and what with the boy's
slender hips and jutting bottom the priest knew at once what coin the boy
was paid in.....  and the boy's face said he knew the priest knew.  Timmy
guessed Bishop Paul's friend liked little boys too!  This would be a fun
afternoon!

   Father Reynolds looked at Timmy with a connoisseur's eye.  About
fourteen he guessed, ash-blonde with locks that flopped over his forehead.
Tight pale-blue t-shirt and even tighter white shorts that hid little of
the slender, but certainly not skinny frame.  He seemed to be just on the
cusp of manhood....  the beginnings of muscles on his upper arms, not
actually muscular but certainly not childish-chubby.  He had tiny hips and
a nice little bum in those shorts.  Long legs and trainers....  no socks. A
wet-dream the priest thought.

   Carrie looked at the boy, smiled, and as he smiled back at her she
decided she could go for him!  And the boy was certainly looking at her 'in
that way', like so many men did nowadays.  He fancied her.  The tits, she
guessed, did it!



   The Bishop did not get up from his desk as they entered but greeted
Father Reynolds as an old friend, calling him Ryan.

   He was pleased.  The girl was everything his new lover Ryan had
promised. Blonde, petite, lovely breasts, cute bum, long tanned legs, and
an ash-blonde pony-tail to match her pale blue eyes and full lips, so pink
as to look almost lip-sticked.  'Bee sting lips', the Bishop thought, and
usually a sign of a passionate nature.  Well, Ryan had promised that as
well.

   "Carrie, my dear, I like to meet boys and girls I am going to confirm,
to show them I am not really an ogre or even anything other than an
ordinary guy.  We'll have a nice chat together.  Timmy, please take Father
Reynolds to the back room and keep him entertained.  We'll join you both
when we've finished here.  You'll find he likes the company of young boys!"

   The 'back-room', once the library, was now a comfortable bed-room with
en suite bathroom, and importantly a huge double bed!



   "There, Carrie.  Now we can chat nicely in private.  There's no need to
be nervous as there are no secrets between Father Reynolds and me.  I know
all about the happy times you spend together, and am pleased you give each
other so much pleasure between the sheets."

   Was she deliberately standing there in that modest little-girl pose, so
demure with her face slightly down-cast and her hands clasped together
behind her back?  The combination of fantastic figure and 'don't touch me'
manner was devastatingly sexy, whether it was natural or contrived as he
suspected, and his cock was stiffening at the prospect of those tits and
that cute little arse, hips so slender, but bottom jutting so suggestively.
His so soon.....

   "Now come round here and sit in my lap so we can talk properly, and not
over my desk..."

   Carrie was quite used to sitting in the lap of a black-clad man!  And
this one was particularly hansome with his rugged good looks.  He had a
lovely smile, she thought, and she just loved short-cropped hair, so
tempting to run a hand through it: the guy looked as if he would be even
fitter than Father Reynolds.  Not like most priests she had seen, podgy
little men with balding heads......roving eyes and hands all of them.  But
not good enough for her: she knew she could have her choice of grown men,
and only wanted the alpha males!  Probably that's why he and Father
Reynolds were buddies: both strong, handsome guys.  She felt very at-home
sitting in his lap, his right arm around her waist: he smelled very
masculine, she thought, and then realised it was cigars....and, yes, there
was a box of them on his desk and the stub of one in the ash-tray.

   "Well, Carrie, this is nice and cozy.  I'm sure we're going to be
friends." The arm squeezed gently on her shoulder, and now he was stroking
her neck by her chin, under her hair.  "Now tell me all about you and my
friend Ryan, that's Father Reynolds.  I know you are having sex together,
and am happy you are.  It's good, isn't it?"

   "Oh yes!  It's good all right".

   "Tell me my dear, does he lick and kiss your pussy?"

   "Oh yes!  and I suck his willy too."

   "That must be nice.  But not as nice as being fucked?"

   "That too.  But I think being sucked is nearly as nice, and it can last
longer..."

   "So you can cum more than once, my angel?"

   His hand had slipped from her shoulder and she felt it cupping her
breast.  She rested her head on his shoulder.

   "Over and over again.  He can only cum twice, but I can do it a
lot....."

   "Then you are very talented, my sweet.  Lots of girls can't...."

   "Really?"

   "Really.  Once and that's it."

   "Sad!"

   She had superlative tits, no brassiere and none needed, firm, and proud
under his palm and the nipple erect.  He gave a gentle squeeze and then
found the erect nipple and fingered it, pushing it in through the blouse
and feeling it pop up again.  He could scarcely wait to feel them naked, to
lick and suck that nipple, to lay his cheek against the perky smoothness of
her breasts: her skin would be silky....

   She wriggled trying to make herself comfortable perhaps.  Perhaps
because the conversation and his hand on her breast had awoken her
clitoris, just as she had aroused his cock.

   His other hand was now on her naked thigh, just where her skirt ended.
He slipped it further up her leg....  warm and silky the skin, so smooth
and soft on the inside of her thigh.

   "Tell me about Sarah Matthews, Carrie.  She's your best friend isn't
she?"

   "Sort of.  She hangs around me a lot."

   "And you tell her everything?"

   The girl looked sheepish and embarrassed for the first time.  Ashamed.
Not ashamed of having her pussy licked and sucked.  Not ashamed of being
fucked.  But ashamed about telling her friend everything....

   "That was naughty of you Carrie.  You promised Father Reynolds it would
be a secret."

   "She promised she wouldn't tell....."

   "But she did tell.  She told her mother and Mrs Maatthews wrote to me.
You know that could have put a nice man in prison for a long, long time."

   "Oh my god!"

   "Indeed, Carrie.  But luckily it was me she wrote to, and he's a good
friend of mine and we can limit the danger he's in....  and you're in
perhaps if it all came out.  So this is what you must do.Next time you see
Sarah tell her it was not true what you said about Father Reynolds.  You
just said it to seem important and experienced, and also to make Sarah
jealous."

   "Will she believe me.  I mean why should I have made that up?"

   "You say she's always hanging around you.....  very probably she has a
crush on you.  Lots of girls her age fall in love with another girl, and
you really are very beautiful and very accomplished you know.  I'm sure I
don't have to tell you how you attract men: the same is with lots of women.
In fact nearly all women can feel excited by other women, especially if
they are very beautiful."

   Carrie thought a moment or two.

   "She might be in love with me, fancy me....  she often touches me....  I
mean nothing sexy, but she does."

   "You see!  After you've told her it was a lie you made up try hugging
and kissing her.  I think you'll be surprised!  And if she kisses you back
tell her you made it up so she would be jealous because you love her!"

   Carrie giggled.  "She's a bit plain!"

   "She'll be all the more grateful then.  And you never know.....  they
say girls suck pussy better than men because they know exactly what feels
good.  So it might end up being fun for you, a bit of variety!"

   "Well I can tell her I made it up, and then see what happens...."

   "Good girl.  That's settled then!  No more about it,,,"



   There was a silence while they both digested the decision.

   "You're hard!  It's all lumpy!"

   She wriggled, looked him in the eye and smiled: if a teenage girl could
have a knowing smile, this was it.  Her piercing blue eyes glittered and
there was a sensual look about her lips.

   "And you are damp, my angel."

   His hand was now resting in her crotch, which was indeed wet.  He
slipped a finger up inside what felt like satin panties and found her
pussy. Seemed her labia were still hairless, but wet and aroused as he
slipped a finger inside the outer lips.  Juicy, and her clitoris well
erect, a hard little nub to be felt, squeezed pulled a second or so and
released.  She gave a little gasp and half-turned to face him pursing her
lips.  He needed no further invitation, and kissed her, open mouth to open
mouth.  Her naughty little tongue penetrated his mouth and he immediately
reciprocated, his tongue exploring her tongue, her palate.

   Her breast was warm and plump, a baby pigeon inside her blouse, he
thought, smiling at the comparison.

   "We'll be more comfortable on my couch, my dear."

   He seemed so strong as he effortlessly lifted her and carried her to the
low settee under the great stone-arched window.  Her heart was beating so
strongly that she thought he must hear it, and she had that tightness in
her chest she got when her clitty was really wide awake and wanting some
loving.



   In the back room, Timmy had kicked his shoes off and immediately leaped
onto the bed.  The boy started to undo the bow that fastened his shorts,
but Father Reynolds stopped him.

   "No Timmy.  Let me do that.  I'll so enjoy undressing you myself."

   So the boy watched as the priest removed his black shoes and socks.

   Timmy giggled.

   "What's funny, Timmy?"

   "They say a gentleman always removes his socks before...."

   Father Reynolds laughed too.  This boy was not only beautiful, he was
confident and assured.  what a delight to have a new young body to play
with, without the long and potentially dangerous 'grooming' process.

   So Timmy watched as the priest was transformed into an extra-ordinarily
handsome lay-man, his clerical status removed along with the black
vestments now draped over a chair.  Like The Bishop, Timmy thought as he
saw the priest wore no underpants.  Must be nice to have cock and balls
swinging free like that, he thought.  Not that this cock was swinging.  The
balls yes, but the cock no, as it was rock-hard, pointing at an angle near
vertical as he walked the three steps to the bed and lay beside the boy.

   "Now you, Timmy."

   The undressing was part of the fun for Father Reynolds and it would not
be hurried.  It was almost a ritual preceding the holy acts of sucking and
fucking.  First his hands up under that t-shirt feeling hairless chest,
tweaking nipples already aroused and erect, small like little grains of
wheat between fingers and thumbs.  A long, passionate kiss, the boy feeling
down between them and finding hard cock, loose-hanging balls.  So hairy!

   One hand on the man's cock, the other appreciating the muscled sterngth
of his butt, the hairs in the deep crease.  Those sturdy buttocks and
muscular thighs promised a vigorous fuck if the guy was not one of those
who comes too quickly.  The part-time gardner at the orphanage had a cock
nearly as big as the one the boy was grasping, but Timmy smiled as he
remembered the only time he had bared his bum for that guy.  Useless!  No
sooner inside than he came....  and that was that.  Timmy guessed that this
one would be more experienced, more in control, and probably a memorable
fuck.  It would be easier to get it in.  too, with that nearly pointed
knob, not like Bishop Paul's huge mushroom....  God!  That had hurt the
first time and even now it took some foreplay and lots of lube.  This was
going to be good!

   He responded to the probing tongue, forcing his own tongue past it into
the man's mouth and feeling a hairy leg forced between his, He closed his
legs on it and they writhed together as they kissed.

   But the man wanted the boy's shirt off now, and Timmy enjoyed the gasp
of pleasure and admiration as he raised his arms above his head and his
chest was bared.

   Pushed down on the bed, Timmy felt lips and tongue nibbling, licking his
nipples.

   The boy was tanned.  Lithe and slender but with firm almost-muscles in
biceps and shoulders, his silky skin a delight to lick and stroke.  Sharp
little nipples, pinky-brown, and small brownish aureoles, just the finest
of fine fluff around the edges of them, chest silky smooth, completely
hairless still.  A perfection of boyhood.  Father Reynolds sucked and
licked, dragging his pointed tongue down that flawless chest to nestle a
moment in the boy's tidy little belly-button.  Spicy!  Exciting.  He licked
in a circle around the navel and then inside it again,

   Timmy giggled.  "Tickles!  Nice."

   How satisfying to have a pretty boy who really wanted to be made love
to, so simple and direct.  No danger of pain, tears, recriminations.  Just
mutual pleasure as it should be....

   Hands now on the boys crotch, feeling hard little cock through the
white, almost silky fabric.  He grasped it.  Not so little, either it
seemed.  He had to see.  He had teased himself enough.

   The bow at the boy's waistband came undone easily and a hand under each
side, at the hips, eased the shorts down, Timmy lifting his bum, and
finally kicking them off his ankles.

   Naked glory.  To be savoured.  Hard cock sticking up over small,
hairless balls tight in their sack.  A triangle of fine hair....  no longer
thin and wispy first hair, but curling more golden than his ash-blonde
locks, but still a small triangle.....  hairless belly, flat and firm.  Tan
lines showing the shape of what must surely be speedos....  His bum would
look beautiful, deep tanned and then the white of the un-tanned secret
places.  A target!  That pleasure very soon!

   Cock not so small either!  Nice foreskin with the knob just peeping out.


   "Beautiful!  How old are you, Timmy?"

   "Fourteen next month."

   Thirteen!  Well-developed for thirteen.  Father Reynolds had enjoyed the
occasional fifteen year olds with smaller cocks than this.  Little-boy sack
and balls still, though.  So pretty, white and vulnerable looking.  Sweet.
Begging tio be licked and sucked.

   "You're big for you age, Timmy..."

   "Yes!  That's what Bishop Paul says too."

   Father Reynolds held the boy's cock in his fist.

   "This will be a monster when you are grown-up.  It's big now....."

   His admiration expressed itself in a kiss on the exposed tip of the
crown, tongue licking into the eye, and then the boy felt the familiar
warmth as lips closed around the knob and the shaft slipped into mouth. 
The priest's tongue flickered up the sensitive front of the boy's cock and
then sought to force between foreskin and knob...  too tight, so swallow
the shaft again.

   He cupped the boy's ball-sack in his hand....  one hand could hold the
whole of it and feel the little balls inside as he so-gently squeezed.  He
needed to taste this too, and he let the cock slip from his mouth, and
lifting the boy slightly licked over the tight, white, hairless ball-sack
with the tip of his pointed tongue.

   Scent of boy!  Heady.  spicy!  Like his belly button!





   Meanwhile, on the couch in The Bishop's office ......  not a seduction:
probably several years too late for that!  But certainly a slow and
pleasantly self-indulgent foreplay between the huge male and the doll-like
little girl.

   Perhaps Carrie should have been nervous.  After all, this was only the
second man who had got as far as feeling her tits and her cunt, though
dozens had wanted to, she was sure, those fixed eyes focussed on her arse
as she walked through town with Sarah saturday mornings, those men sitting
on park benches watching the girls on the municipal tennis courts, waiting
for her white tennis dress to ride up as she raised her arm to serve.  She
always wore sexy knickers to give them an eyeful.  Yes, they wanted to fuck
her, all right, but only Father Reynolds and Bishop Paul had been brave
enough, man enough to do anything about it.  She knew the risks they had
run and was truly sorry she had broken her promise of secrecy.  Well, she
never would again!  And thank goodness the Bishop had found a way of
putting it right, and judging by what he was doing now she was forgiven!.

   Surely he must feel her heart beating as he had his hand right up under
her cotton top and was caressing her naked breast.  She smiled.  Father
Reynold liked to see her in bra and panties, but soon had them off her when
they met, and he had said she should not wear a bra for this meeeting with
the Bishop.  'You look so young and innocent with just bare breasts under
your top' he had said, 'Just as a young girl should be as she prpares for
her Confirmation.  The Bishop will just love that!'

   Ha!  She now knew that what he meant was that Bishop Paul liked to see
young girls nipples, to handle them through the cotton, and especially what
he was doing now, stroking, squeezing, tweaking her nips.

   And his hand up inside her knickers too.  She was glad she was wearing
her best, the black satin ones Father Reynolds had bought her last month.

   Well, two could play at that!  She rested her hand on his crotch, and as
they again kissed, grasped him through the black cloth.  His kiss was even
more passionate when she did this, tongue forcing into her mouth, lips
actually around and over hers.  The pressure on her breast was almost
painful, but certainly exciting as he pulled her closer to him, hugging
her.

   He was pulling her top up now, clear of her skirt.

   "Your breasts are fantastic, beautiful, my angel, Let me se them
properly."

   Wordless, she let her body speak for itself as she pulled the tight top
up over her pony tail and threw it on the polished floor.  As she raised
her arms upwards her breasts were stretched and the Bishop saw them in all
their teenage glory, small still, almost conical, but rounded and so firm,
'Pert' was the word that came into his head as he kissed her again, but
this time not on her lips.  His eager mouth found her still small aureole,
pink like all young blondes, but with nipples longer than some girls.... 
presumably two years of nibbling and sucking by her parish priest had
developed them.  Well they were worth sucking.

   He pushed at a hard nipple with his pointed tongue and it disappeared
ibto the aureolo, and then popped up again 'like a tiny penis' he thought.

   Carrie was proud of her breasts and had a warm glow when this big strong
man laid his cheek tenderly on one of them, feeling the silkiness against
his skin.  She could feel the masculine coarseness of his stubble.... 
though he looked very clean shaven....  and when he again sucked one
breast, fondling the other with his free hand (the one that was not inside
her panties pulling at her clitty) the feeling seemed to pass directly to
her cunt.

   She had been holding his cock all this time, almost forgetting she was
gripping it in the pleasure of his caresses, but it was twitching, and she
could feeel that.

   God!  She wanted something, To be sucked.  To be fucked.  Or both.  Yes,
Both!

   "I'll show you the rest.!

   She jumped up and stood in front of him, kicking off her little-girl
pink and silver trainers.  Her skirt had a button and a zip, and in a
second was down round her ankles, kicked off with bare feet.

   "There".

   She stood infront of him, scarcely two feet away, naked except for those
lacy black panties, hipsters with a near transparent panel at the front.

   "There!"

   "You are magnificent, my angel.  So beautiful."

   He took in the blonde pony-tail, blue eyes, smiling, full lips, perky
teenage breasts, lovely slender hips and long, tanned legs, and that pert
little bum with black satin stretched across it.  She was tiny, but that
made her legs look even longer and slimmer, so slim that there was an
alluring gap between her thighs just to the south of her sweet pubes, her
honey pot scarcely hidden by black lace.  He knew the nylon was damp, and
inside the pretties her clit was already erect, her lips puffed, her crease
wet and slippery.

   She saw his eyes focussing on her crotch, and knew he was trying to make
out the shape of her cunt through the flimsy fabic.  Well, she would show
him.

   The confidence of the girl amazed Bishop Paul.  Father Reynolds was sure
she had not known any other male but her parish priest but here she was
smiling and happyt, almost actively seducing a bishop.  A bishop!  Though
he himself had had a hand in that too: he smiled.  'A hand on her thigh and
a finger up her cunt, too,' he thought.

   He would go cross-eyed if she didn't show him soon!  She nearly laughed
as he seemed almost hypnotised, motionless, as if rooted to the chair by
that great nail that seemed to be sticking up under his robes.

   'So here goes...' she thought, and thumbs Under the flimsy waistband
each side of her still-boyish hips she slowly, so slowly lowered her
panties.

   Bishop Paul gasped at the beauty of her naked body and his hand went
unthinking to grasp his cock.  She had paused a second when the black lace
just cleared the top of her pubic mound, to show a few fine blonde hairs.
then slowly, teasingly she had pulled them down an inch or so to show that
her pretty mons veneris was just gilded with fine, silky blonde hairs, a
deeper gold than her ash-blonde pony tail.  in a few months they would be
curly, the Bishop thought, knowledgeable in these matters, but just now
they were the finest of fine first hair.  And her mound was so rounded and
full in contrast to the flat fitness of her belly.

   Finally with a giggle she pulled the panties right down and let them
fall to her ankles, a pool of black silk around pretty little toes.  As she
kicked them off Bishop Paul wondered if he had ever seen a prettier
little-girl cunt.  Under her mound there was the little hood, not fully
developed yet (just right in fact!), Her outer lips were not little-girl
thin or tightly closed, but seemed quite plump, hairless still but full and
inviting.  Her mouth was sensual, and this was echoed in her
cunt-lips....smooth and hairless.  Longing to be kissed.

   Her body was tanned, but not uniformly.  The deepest tan was on her
legs, her arms and shoulders, her lovely belly.  Her breasts were golden,
too, but lighter than her torso, not white, not tan lines, just a delicate
shading to golden suggesting she sometimes went topless in the sun,
sometimes in a bikini.  There were tan lines on her bum and around her
pussy: bright, gleaming white against the deep tan, showing she always wore
a tiny bikini to sunbathe.  Something to savour, yes!  a target to aim at
he thought with a smile.

   The Bishop licked his lips.  Soon!

   The Bishop's unconscious gesture had been spotted by Carrie, and she
changed her pose just slightly, giving him the side-on profile of her
breasts while she just touched her cunt a fleeting second.  When she took
her hand away he could see her clitoris peeping shyly out near-open lips,
gleaming pink like a little precious pearl.

   She touched her pubes again, this time running her index finger up
between the lips and tickling her nub.  When she took her hand away this
time the lips were apart and the clitoris standing between them obvious to
the watcher.  she was certainly nicely excited.  Already!  What a joy it
was to have a new girl so willing and eager, a proper little whore!  Ryan
had trained her well, educated her body and her mind to seek and give
pleasure.  Bishop Paul knew all men without exception liked new meat, all
liked horny females, and nearly all lusted after young girls if they were
honest.....she was all of that, and near physical perfection too.  Near? 
No, she was perfection.

   "Now you.  My turn to see you!"

   He awoke from his trance.  There must have been some sort of
quick-release on his robes, because a split second after he leaped up the
whole heavy robes had been pulled up and over his head and thrown in
another heap on the floor.

   He stood in front of the girl, rugged and muscular.  Very hairy.  Very
masculine.  His cock standing proud, pointing at her as if with intent.

   And she laughed......

   "What.....?"

   "I'm sorry.  It was funny to see you with black boots and socks, and
nothing else."

   He realised it must be incongruous.

   "I'll take them off...."

   "No.  Let me."

   And she was crouching at his feet, unlacing his shiny black boots,
pulling his socks off, handling those sturdy and very, very hairy legs.

   She looked up at his balls and his cock.  They looked huge from
underneath, and she reached up to touch him.

   "That's better.  Now you look very handsome and manly...  And not funny.
No!  Not funny at all,,,,"

   His balls were hairy and dangled free....often Father Reynolds' were
tight in their sack and she had found a crease up the middle like it had
been sown up.  She licked the balls again and saw that there was a crease
here too, but it wasn't so easy to see with all the hair.  Perhaps all men
had that crease.  Curious!.  His cock was not longer than the only other
one she had seen, but looked so different with that huge knob, like some
great alien mushroom.  'Shit!' she thought.  'You'd know you'd got that in
you, And I hope he doesn't want to fuck my arse'.

   But her cunt was telling her that she wanted him to fuck her pussy.  Oh
yes!  Her clit was really tingling now, and standing so hard, she just
knew. She licked his balls.  salty.  She knelt up so she could reach his
cock and kissed the knob, liicking a clear drop of precum from its eye.

   He looked down at her blonde head, and then stroked her hair.

   As her clear blue eyes met his he just knew she was going to suck his
cock, and he knew too that if she did he would not be able to control
himself.  He wanted his first cum with this blonde angel to be in her
pussy, to possess her fully.  Time for the mouth, and possibly her male
pussy later.  Now he wanted her cunt.

   He lifted her to her feet and allowed her to press her tits against his
hairy belly.  She was like a little doll, near two feet shorter than him,
and he guessed a mere quarter of his weight, a perfect little Barbie doll
of a girl.  But so full of sexual promise.

   Her tits were firm enough for him to feel them straining against his
solid six-pack gut.

   He stroked her hair and unclasped the ribon on the pony-tail so it
cascaded shining to her shoulders.  She looked up at him and he read
something different in her eyes.

   She was momentarily concerned.  Why didn't he want her to suck his cock.
Had she done something wrong.  She had so much sex but only with one man so
she did not really know what all men want, only her priest.  But he was
smiling at her, and his cock was pressed aginst her and dribbling clear
pre-cum.

   "You say you can cum over and over: I want to save mine up a bit, but
I'll suck you off and I'm sure I can make you cum.  Now lay on the bed on
your back, right on the edge with your legs hanging over the edge.  Yes,
angel, like that."

   Carrie had never expected a grown man, a bishop even, to kneel in front
of her as if at a holy shrine.  But he did, and there was something
especially exciting in seeing a grown, important man humbling himself,
devoted to pleasing her.  Her cunt was already so awake that she knew even
the slightest pressure on her clitty would bring her off.

   As he looked down art her belly and pussy there was almost religious awe
on his face, devotion even.  she caught his glance.

   The Bishop had enjoyed many young pussies since he was ordained, and
especially since he had control over the orphanage and its younsters, but
this was among the prettiest little cunts he had seen.  He stroked the
silky mound, touched the plump, white lips, fingers brushed the raised
pearl of her clitoris, glistening with the wetness of her arousal.  He
smiled telling himself he always thought blondes were sexier, and in fact
the pussy he was enjoying at any one moment always seemed the best ever. 
Even so, she was something special.

   Kneeling before her outstretched body, he thought of kneeling at the
altar, of nuns kneeling naked to their superiors to show their obedience.

   There was nothing holy about what he did next, pulling her knees wide
apart, grasping her by her bum, a hand under each buttock cheek and pulling
her towards him so her butt was right on the edge of the bed,,,, and her
pussy pressed against his face,

   She could just hear his muffled "Now we'll see how well you can cum,
angel....", and she knew those would be his last words for a while as his
tongue and lips had other duties!

   He bathed his face in her juices, rubbing his nose in the crease of her
cunt, savouring the taste and perfume of aroused young pussy.

   He opened his mouth wide and enclosed her cunt, lips and all, his
pointed tongue seeking out and finding her little nub, sticking up like one
of her nipples.  He licked it, his tongue making a figure of eight around
it.  Now his nose rubbing the whole length of her crack, and his lips on
her clitty, holding it betwen them and pulling at it.  He felt her body
tense and heard a low moan of delight even through the ear muffs of her
thighs clamping his head in place.

   Ah!  She especially liked having her clitty pulled.  Do it again.  And
again!

   Each time that little moan, and now she was wriggling under him, her
body making those little rising and falling movements as if fucking, but
slighter than fucking, just maximising the contact between his mouth and
the sensitive parts of her pussy.

   He pulled at her clitoris even harder, stretching it further before it
slipped between his lips.  Again.  Again.

   'Jeeesus!  Sweet Jesus!  I'm cumming.  Ohh!  Yes!'

   Harder now, nipping it harder, pulling at it firmer.  He felt her thighs
tense around his ears, almost smothering him in her pussy.  But still he
gave her what her body so wanted.

   'Cumming!'

   It was a long climax, but he did not stop.

   One hand forced under her bottom he found her pussy from behind, and now
licking her clitoris with the point of his tongue he slipped his index
finger up into her vagina.

   As he knew it would be, it was smooth and muscled inside, able to grip
his finger.  How it would grip a penis, he thought.  Later!  He moved his
finger in and out as he licked around and over her clitoris.

   She was rasping his head now, fingers digging into his scalp in her
passion, desperate to keep him in place, desperate to cum again....

   Body wriggling and heaving in front of him, squeaks, moans panting
audible even though the delectable ear-muffs, he knew she was coming agin.

   "Jeeesus and Mary!  Fuck!  Oh fuck!  Cumming again.  Again.  Oh don't
stop!  Like that!  ooooh!"

   He didn't stop!  The girl was actually spurting now, her precious
girl-juice bathing his face in its nectar.  He redoubled her efforts as her
orgasm seemed to go on and on, an age of pleasure.

   But as he felt it subside he still did not stop, tongue licking, lips
nibbling, finger sliding in and out her tight and juicy sheath, and now his
other hand under her other buttock, index finger seeking out her anus.  The
juices had run down from her cunt and he dabbled in them at the entrance to
her arse.  He pushed and penetrated.  A finger in her vagina, and now a
finger in her rectum, gripped tight by her anal sphincter.

   "Oh my god!  Oh yes!"

   It was difficult to do all three things at once....suck her pussy,
finger fuck her vagina and finger fuck her arse knuckle deep; but
concentrating Bishop Paul managed it and was rewarded by the girl bucking
up and down in front of him, raking her pussy over his mouth, forcing his
fingers ever deeper and finally.....

   The sweetest, longest, noisiest cum he had heard in a long time.

   Her fingers dug into her scalp as she screamed her joy.  Religious
words, swear-words, screams and squeals, so loud that Timmy and Ryan
stopped for a moment to listen, and far away in the palace the old butler
undid his flies and stroked his cock.

   And still he sucked and finger fucked...

   But Carrie wanted more now.

   His head was roughly pushed away from her pussy.

   "Fuck me, Bishop Paul.  Fuck me.  I want it now.....



   The boy had lain on the bed still, eyes closed while Father Reynolds
closed his mouth over a cock that just begged to be sucked, It was as large
as most fifteen year-olds, and hard and springy as only a fit teenager
really achieves, He let the shaft slide slowly into his mouth until his
nose touched the triangle of fine curls and he could inhale the subtle
odour of boy.  There was a hint of lemon.....  presumably Timmy had been
given scented soap at the orphange, but that was overlaid by a spicy scent.

   He let the cock slide from his mouth and bent the boy's leg so he could
play with his ball-sack.  He cupped it in his free hand and gently
fingered, feeling the shape of the boy's balls, small still, not as
developed as his cock.  The ball sack looked hairless from the distance but
now he was licking it he was aware of the finest, softest fuzz of tiny
colourless hairs, He teased the tight skin with the tip of his tongue, and
ran it up the slight ridge separating the two sides of his sack.  The boy's
perimeum was hard, and hairless and had that spicy scent more strongly. 
The boy must have showered, but there was a taste of boy there, like the
spice of his belly button.

   The cock twitched, and was demanding attention.  He slid knob and shaft
into his mouth again and slipped both hands under the boy, the weight of
his buttocks one in each palm.  He squeezed the firm flesh as he started to
bob up and down on the cock, sucking his cheeks in: he wanted that
boy-juice.

   Small hands held his head as he sucked.  Timmy closed his eyes again and
luxuriated in the attention, in the fluttering movements of the man's
tongue as his cock slid in and out the man's tight lips.

   Father Reynolds felt the boy's hips moving under his face.  Not long
now. He slid one hand into the crease of the boy's bum, taking advantage of
one of the lad's upward movements.  He tap-tapped on the boy's anus with
his index finger and felt the boy's hips rise further to find his mouth,
heard the boy's groan.  Anal sex was going to be good!  He allowed some
spittle to dribble down between the boy's balls and his anus, dabbled his
finger in it, and penetrated the boy's arse as far as his knuckle.  Another
groan from Timmy....  of pleasure not pain, that was obvious by the way his
hands gripped the man's head tighter and the slender hips were moving
faster.

   "Now!  Jeeesus!  Oh yes....."

   Father Reynolds felt the spurt of boy juice into his mouth, and kept it
there under his tongue, hoping for seconds.  There was, and now, still
sucking on that twitching cock, he enjoyed the slippery, thin love offering
swilling it around his mouth with his tongue before swallowing.

   "Delightful, Timmy."

   "There's some lube in the drawer....  and poppers...."

   He knew about poppers, but was surprised to see a large medecine bottle
with a cork, having assumed they were a commercial product: this looked
very amateur!  But he watched with interest as the boy sniffed deeply and
then breathed out a satisfied sigh.

   "Want some?"

   "I've never tried...."

   "Should.  It's good!"

   Well, why not add another little vice!  So he uncorked the bottle,
sniffed just a bit and got a rush that felt pleasant.  So he took a deep
sniff.  Yes!  It was good.  Now for the main event.

   The lube was Analsilk (c) in a tub.  This was Father Reynolds favourite
too and he was amused to think his bishop had such a large tub.... 
catering size!  But he concentrated on greasing the boy's anus, just a
little inside too, and the surplus wiped on his own cock that in any case
was dripping pre-cum at the sight of the boys pretty little bottom and the
secret rose as he parted those firm buttocks.

   With a cheeky grin Timmy looked over his shoulder.

   "No need to be very gentle.  I like it rough and when I've had poppers
it's always easy to get it in." He could have added the priest's knob was a
better shape for buggery than his bshop's but he did not.  Guys are
sensitive about cock sizes and shapes!

   The boy's arse needed to be an inch or two higher and this was achieved
by pushing his head down into the pillow and making him kneel a bit more
upright, bum in the air.

   "There!"

   His knob pressed against the boy's anus, hard against it but not
penetrating.

   Timmy loved the feel of pressure on his arse-hole, and not only because
it was the precurser of fucking.  It felt good in itself.  But he wanted
more, wiggled his bum, and leaned back into it.  Father Reynolds got the
hint and the knob just popped in, followed easily by his whole shaft till
his thighs touched boy-flesh.  it felt warm...

   "OK!"

   "Great!  No need to be gentle.  I like it rough!"

   And that is what the little rascal got.  Left hand under the boy
grasping his crown jewels, right hand slapping his bum in time with every
thrust, Timmy was soon reacting to the rhythm, pushing his arse back with
each thrust to get the fullest possible length up him.

   Timmy felt full, and that knob was really massaging his prostate sending
waves of excitement through to his cock.  As for Ryan, the boy may have
been easy to penetrate but his male-pussy was nice and tight, the anal
sphincter really gripping as the shaft slid in and out, faster and faster.

   Slaps echoed round the room, heard too by the bishop and his girlie in
the next room, making her giggle: his balls, hanging loose now in the heat
of his lust for the boy, slapped too against boy-flesh.

   "I'll cum if you do me from the front.  I'm close, and I'm sure I'll cum
again if you do."

   So he pulled out.  Clean cock!  So Paul had trained the boy well!  Turn
him over.  Bend knees up.  Anus still open, red and raw looking now. 
gaping.  Knob on the spot.  Push.  Ah yes!

   While he fucked the boy was now wanking his cock with a look of
concentration on his face.

   Ryan could stroke his boy's belly, reach up and tweak his nipples, but
finally he grabbed ankles and held legs wide apart while he built towards
his own orgasm, brutally fucking.

   But exactly as Timmy wanted as proved by the gritted teeth, the look of
almost pain on his face, hand flying ever faster up and down his cock, and
then the sudden, amazingly swift spurt of cum, streaking his tanned chest,
and over his face.

   The sight of the boy's cum triggered Ryan and he felt that near-pain in
his arse, then in his balls, the base of his cock and finally the blessed
release of his own orgasm thrust deep in the boy, spurting hot cum in him.
Pull back.  another thrust and ...  jeeesus!....  another cum.  His cock
sliding easliy now in the semen-filled male-pussy another thrust and
another squirt.

   He collapsed onto the boy, cock still gripped by anus, his own chest now
in the boy's slippery cum as well.

   Two or three minutes and the boy moved a bit, his anus expelling the now
half-hard cock.

   Father Ryan guessed he was heavy for the boy and rolled off.  Cock still
clean.  Good boy.

   He kissed him, and was kissed back....  less passion than before,
naturally, romantic almost.  Almost!



   The boy reached for the drawer again and took out a cardboard box.  From
the box an ash-tray which he placed on the bedsheet, and a cigarette that
he lit, putting the box and lighter back in the drawer.

   Father Ryan knew that smell....  and it was not tobacco!

   "Want a toke?"

   "I never have...."

   "Should.  It's good."

   And the boy did seem to be enjoying it as he inhaled deeply, smiling
with that tranquil, soft look the priest had seen before, eyes glazing a
bit.

   "I don't smoke, so I'd probably choke.  I think I won't."

   "There's a nicer way!"

   The boy took a pull on the cigarette, leaned over the priest, and mouth
to mouth transferred the smoke.

   It was good!

   "Again, Timmy..."



   Carrie had implored Bishop Paul to fuck her, and what good christian
could refuse anything to such a lovely, bubbly little girl?

   She was calm now after the frantic energy of her orgasms, but her eyes
glittered.  Her nipples were standing, her clitty was too, erect and pink,
her white cunt-lips looking plump.  And his cock was demanding, leaking
precum that dribbled down its shaft.

   She held her arms open, inviting him, and he lay on top of her.  He was
heavy, he knew, but the girl could see that and if that was what she wanted
who was he to argue!

   Her breasts pressed into him....  sometimes women parishioners would
make it obvious that he could have them, fancying this rugged and
presumably "safe" man as a lover.  But who would want their over-ripe,
buxom bodies when he could enjoy the slender, firm body of a young girl. 
Or boy he thought with a smile.

   Carrie caught that smile and her arms tightened around his back pulling
him even closer.  Her face was at his neck, licking the saltiness there,
sweat from his excited cunt-lapping.  she shifted slightly under him and
now his knnob was pressed up against her pussy.  She squeezed a hand
between them and he felt his cock, grasped and wiped up and down her cunt,
mixing his pre-cum with her already flowing wetness, He could feel the
little nub of her clitoris every time his sensitive crown passed over it,
and the indent of her vagina as it was pulled across it.

   She placed the knob just there and the bishop pushed...  not too hard
yet.  She was, after all, only twelve and this would be tight.  She was
certainly not a virgin, but he feared he might hurt her.

   "You're so big...."

   She was pushing up against him, but the knob had not penetrated.....it
was so much broader than the only man she had known so far.  But it felt
good, and she so wanted to be fucked, her vagina so wanting to be filled.

   She bent one leg and rested it over his back and with this movement and
the pressure of the bishop's muscular hips the knob just popped into her.

   She gave a little gasp.  She had never been stetched like this!  But the
shaft was sliding slowly up her she knew, because she could feel her vagina
filling, stretching.  And now his balls were touching her, his bone against
her mound...  it was completely in.

   She bent her other leg and crossed it behind his back, linking her
ankles, her arms clutching him.

   "Now fuck me....."

   Her cunt was a barrel of eels, he thought, her muscles twitching as he
slowly moved his cock in and out.

   He had been propped on his elbows to protect her from some of his
weight, but he freed one arm to slide under her and feel her back and then
her buttock, so smooth, rounded and above all so young.  The elasticity and
tone of teenage bottoms!  If he could last the course, he would have her
from behind as well.

   "Harder!  As hard as you like.  God!  I want it!  Faster!"

   Well, if that was what the girl wanted it was ok with him and he let his
other elbow go free, this hand gripping the flesh of one thigh, clamped
over his back.

   She was on the brink, lost in pleasure: his cock was rasping across her
clitoris each time, the knob was striking somewhere deep inside her, her
whole vagina was stretched as never before, and then he started to fuck her
properly, hard, fast, almost brutally.  She clung to him, fingers dug into
the muscles of his upper back, thighs gripping him as he plunged up and
down.  It was as if his weight and energywas fusing their two bodies
together.  She could feel her orgasm rising.

   "I'm gonna cum!  Fuck!  I'm gonna.  Oooh!  Jeeeesus!  Oooh!"

   Her cries were heard again in the next room where they gave added
impetius to the bed-wrestling going on there too.

   The old butler grimaced almost in pain as he too came, dribbling thin
semen into his waiting handkerchief.

   The bishop did not relent at all, ploughing his furrow with if anything
even greater energy, controlling his unruly cock's need to cum by an act of
will-ppower.  The was multi-orgasnmic.  Let's see how many more times this
gifted girl could cum!

   It was twice more....  and then she pleaded with him.

   "Enough!  Oh god.  I can't .  Not more...."

   But she was off again with little squeaks, panting, grunts, her hands
now beating a tattoo on his back and letting him find the welcome release
he needed.  The orgasm had been held back for so long now that when he
permitted it, it was body and mind-shattering, starting in his arse, his
balls, and then in his cock, the first spurt of cum so powerful as to be
near painful.  One more spurt with each of the next four thrusts, her
vagina still tight-gripping but his cock moving easier as his cum swamped
her, lubricating even more than her flowing wetness.

   He collapsed on her, knowing now that he would have to fuck her from
behind some other time.  He was knackered, shagged-out.  And it felt good.

   She moved under him, and he remembered how heavy he was and how slender
and frail his young lover.  He moved and his cock was released.  Laying
beside her, for once he could find no words....  just a long kiss....



   When the two of them opened the door to the back-room as they had
promised, the smell of cannabis filled their nostrils, registering almost
before they made out the two nude male figures laying on the bed.  The
adult had his arm round the boy, who was smoking.

   Bishop Paul could see that dozy, remote look in Ryan's eyes.  He had
been smoking!

   "And you told me you didn't smoke!" His tone of voice was jovial.

   "I promise you, Paul, that cigarette never touched my lips."

   "A jesuitical response, Ryan.  And I'm not fooled.  I know how Timmy
likes to share smoke...."

   He gave the girl a gentle slap on her bum.  "On the bed, you!" And sat
on the edge himself.

   Timmy took a long drag at the spliff and pulled the girl close, mouth to
hers, offering her the smoke.  She accepted, and then rolled on top of him.

   "Again, Timmy.  That's good weed!"

   As the cannabis gradually relaxed her she could feel Timmy's free hand
caressing her buttocks, and she made sure her tits were pressing into him.
She could feel his cock stiffen under her, and kissed him, no smoke this
time, but open mouths and probing tongues.

   Timmy dropped the near-done spliff into the waiting ash-tray and added
his other hand to the fingers stroking her arse, exploring her pussy from
behind.

   Carrie decided she fancied him.  Never had a boy, only one...  no!  two
men now.  His cock was positioned just right, and her cunt was nice and wet
with cum leaking down.  She sat up astride him, grasped his cock, placed
it, and then sank down on it.  He reached up and grasped a breast in each
hand.

   She smiled....  like both men the boy was into tits as well!....  and as
he squeezed and fondled her breasts she started to fuck him.

   The bishop was close enough perched on the edge of the bed to see her
pretty little lips moving up and down on that cock he knew so
well....surprisingly she was tight enough for the cocklet to be pulling and
stretching thin the inner lips with each withdrawal, compressing and
pushing them in every time she sank down.  The girl really was athletic, he
thought, bouncing up and down like that, her hands holding his hips.

   Father Ryan was watching too, and it had stiffened his cock.

   The girl was bent double now, her breasts pressed against the boy's
chest.  The priest sat up on the bed and then knelt behind her watching the
cock slide in and out, admiring her smooth, flawless back, and the blonde
pony-tail.  Her bottom looked musch broader in this position, at this
angle, not masculine at all, wholly feminine.  Her little, tight anus, a
pink eye in the white flesh of her bikini-lined crease, her anus winked at
him.  Her pussy was occupied, but he could have her male-hole!

   And since he had not rinsed his cock since pulling it out of the boy's
anus he knew the vagina was forbidden to him.  Not that he had any problem
at all buggering a girl, any more than he did fucking a boy in the arse. 
Delightful to feel the added tightness, and he supposed satisfying some
sort of power complex....  at any rate that's what the pschologists say. 
OK his cock was not shitty but although the boy was clean the priest knew
better than to put a cock that had just been up an arse into a female
pussy.....  all sorts of medical problems there, and the girl was too good
to spoil that way.

   In any case, this was an afternoon for buggery.  The lube tub was still
handy and he wiped a glob onto her arse, and then the residue onto his own
cock.

   Carrie looked over her shoulder, knowing she was about to be buggered
and relieved to see it was Father Reynolds and not the Bishop annointing
her male-pussy.  That was ok: he'd often had her that way before.  Didn't
do much for her, but it might be different double plugged....  if she could
just arrange it so her clit rubbed on Timmy's cock a bit more.

   She moved up the boy's body a bit.  Yes!  That's it!

   Firm hands held her bottom still and she felt the familiar pressure of a
cock on her secret rose as she sat down hard, her pussy completely holding
Timmy's little cock.  Then the knob was in her arse.  Jeeeez!  She felt
full, both holes plugged.  And it was undeniably a good feeling.  Better
than just that little cock, and certainly better than just a cock in your
arse!

   She tried to bounce but couldn't with Father Ryan's weight on her bum,
so she was still while he started to fuck her.

   But as Father Ryan's cock slid gently in and out Timmy found he could
wriggle his hips, even lifting and lowering the a bit, not much but just
enough to rub his cock, and for Carrie allow the boy's cock to stimulate
her clitoris.

   Now it was Bishop Paul's turn to watch.

   What was the sexiest?  The sight of two childern fucking, or the sight
of the girl being fucked by his new friend?

   Neither in fact....  Bishop Paul was looking at Ryan's muscular and so
male arse as the muscles moved, clenching and unclenching, with each
withdrawal of his cock the man's anus winking into view.  What a pity the
guy had never been introduced to bottom anal sex when that teacher had the
opportunity.  How much he had missed in those years.  Well, it was clearly
the bishop's duty....  you might even say an act of charity...  to show him
how good it could be, and when better than when he was enjoying the girl's
cute bottom, and his hands were round her, doubtless clutching her lovely
tits.

   He lubed his cock and knelt behind the trio lining his cock up with the
man's arse as it moved backwards and forwards ever faster.

   He would have to get closer.  He shuffled on his knees an inch or two
and held the man's strong hips, his cock rubbing in the crease.

   Too late!

   With a series of fierce thrusts Father Reynolds came, as was obvious by
the frankly scandalous oaths that peppered the misture of grunts and
groans, panting, buttock slapping that accompanied what must have been a
good, strong orgasm.

   Fuck!  Too late!  And Father Reynold's was pulling his dick out,
followed by a stream of his cum.

   Never mind!  The girl's anus gaped open, lookong red and raw admittedly,
but still positioned just right as the boy was doing all the work, heaving
her light weight up and down with his hips.

   He shuffled closer, and pressed his knob against that inviting hole,
which was beginning to close again.

   Carrie felt the pressure, looked over her shoulder,and saw with horror
it was the bishop.

   "Oh no!  Please no.  You're too big."

   Bishop Paul had seen his bottle of peppers on the side-table and guessed
Timmy had used it earlier, so the priest would know what to do.

   "Make her sniff it, Ryan.  The poppers bottle."

   "Here my dear, sniff this and it will relax you."

   It smelled funny.  Chemical, But she did what she was told and felt that
pleasant rush we all know.  She sniffed again.

   And as she did so Bishop Paul pushed his huge, flaring knob harder and
it just popped in, followed by the full length of his cock till his thighs
rested on her cute bottom.

   Carrie gave a sort of squeak.....but amazingly for her it was not pain.
She felt, or imagined she felt that flaring knob stretching her, filling
her, even compressing her vagina so Timmy's cock felt tight.  And Timmy was
moving, the bishop was shafting her, someone's hands were on her tits. 
Must be the bishop's, as Timmy's were round on her back, pulling her close,
bent double.

   She could cum like this!

   She was cumming and let the room and the whole palace know it as she
screamed "Cumming!  Sweet fuckin cumming!"

   She felt, or imagined she felt the bishops cum spurting deep inside her,
and the same instant Timmy's in her female pussy.



   Left alone for a minute or two, laying on the bed, his arm around her
resting gently on a breast, hers equally gently cradling his balls they had
important things to say....

   "Does the orphanage let you go out?"

   "Have to be back by ten, though you can easily climb out and they don't
know...."

   "My mum and dad go to a Bridge Club every Sunday afternoon, and I have
the house to myself 2 till 6.  I've got a nice big bed...."

   "Two fifteen it is then...there's some paper and a pencil in this
drawer. Somewhere.  Yes.  Address and phone number and I'll be there..."



   And in the shower the two men soaped down.  Passion spent they were
neither of them aroused, but knew they would be again....

   "After mass tomorrow, can you slip round here again, Ryan."

   "Love to, Paul.  Shall I bring one of my little friends?  Boy or girl?"

   "How about just ourselves, Ryan.  Concerns me that at your age you're
still an anal virgin.  What you are missing....."



   But that's another story!



   FIN