Anonymous

The Lascivious Monk

CHAPTER I. The Abbot

At the time we are introducing Abbot Pineraide, this worthy man of the cloth is only twenty-five years old. He is in fullest bloom of his young manhood, and very good looking at that. Nature has gifted him with strong muscles and straight, well-tooled limbs and, since we are speaking of tools, this part of his anatomy was one of the good father's best and finest assets. In other words, he was well-hung, and his female penitents outnumbered the men by ten to one easily. The young priest was in perfect health and his penitents gladly helped him enjoy it. Today, he has just started his vicarage in the parish of Motte-sur-Vy, and he has yet to see his first penitent.

He is using the few hours that are left to him before the confessions start to walk around the little town. He wants to get to know it thoroughly. He may have to spend the rest of his life here-the best years of his manhood anyway-and he wants to make sure that these best years are not going to be wasted. He is especially interested in the women, and he is overjoyed to discover that most of them are very pretty, smile at him and are giving him that certain look which makes a man's blood run hot through his body.

They are all standing in front of their homes so that they can take a good look at the new shepherd of their immortal souls, in turn giving said shepherd a marvelous chance to take stock of the charms of his new flock. He walks slowly through the streets, his dark, flowing cassock hinting at a strong, masculine body. But the good father knows how to keep up appearances. He clutches his breviary in his hand, his lips mumbling as he pretends to read it. His dark eyes flash from left to right under bushy eyebrows and now and then he nods his head gracefully when the women murmur their greetings. The best looking women get a friendly smile while he nods his head in blessing…

Under his cassock he can feel his prick growing and stiffening. It quivers with hot desire and joy. Oh, yes, the beautiful cock of our young priest shall not want in this little town, and it keeps right on swelling with ardent desire. The men of Motte-sur-Vy seem to sense the threat that is looming beneath the cloth of the man of God. The glances they throw in his direction are not in the least friendly. The poor suckers feel that this virile looking priest with his large nose, flaring nostrils and sparkling eyes is going to be a threat to the sanctity of their homes. But how are they going to lock up their wives, daughters and fiancees? They know that this man is a veritable Don Juan who is going to cut down their opportunities in the available flock of chickens to the point where it might hurt. Is that a fair way to cut down their chances of sinning?

But what can they do? Nothing! The vicars of the eternal Father in Heaven can do whatever they want and go unpunished. The best thing a husband can do in such a case is to ignore his horns and leave the priest to his designs. And that is exactly what the men in Motte-sur-Vy did.

The young abbot would stop frequently to pet a young girl on the cheek. She would walk up to him, genuflect respectfully and blushingly wish the new priest a good day. He would smile benignly, get his fingers as far below their neckline as possible and watch the reaction. Since they always knelt down, it was always proper for him to reach. Moreover it afforded him a good look into their bodices and he began to catalogue the members of his female flock according to the firmness of their nipples, the amount of gooseflesh he could raise, and the colors of their blushing flesh. It was quite simple, really. All he had to do was to look deep into their eyes, probing their hearts and souls. His vibrant, masculine voice would whisper a loving blessing into their ears. The reactions of the women told him much about the conditions of their souls. When he had finished his breviary for that morning, the priest had a fairly good idea about the needs and wants of the innocent lambs of his flock.

CHAPTER II. The Seminary

Finally, the young priest's dreams were about to be fulfilled! Oh, dear God! How often, during the many sleepless nights in the dorm hadn't he dreamed about being the master over a whole tribe of pretty girls. To be the rooster of his very own flock of chickens, so to speak. Many were the nights he had been wide awake, thinking up the things he would do, once the Bishop had ordained him with the powers of spiritual care. Oh, God! The spirit was willing and the flesh was by no means weak!

Since he was eighteen, he had known that he was born to the cloth. When he tossed and turned in his bed, all he could think of was the woman. She was naked, lascivious, and danced temptingly before his mind's eyes. Her bobbing crotch, twitching belly, wiggling buttocks and bouncing breasts with stiff nipples used to drive him crazy. Horny with lust he would stare at her when she offered him her ripe breasts or showed him her delicious behind in all sorts of enticing positions. Sometimes he could actually feel her pubic hairs brush against his face, and he would smile back at her, whisper endearing words to the creature of his wild fantasies. He pleaded with her and begged this beautiful shadow of temptation to share his bed and teach him the pleasures of love.

“Oh, gorgeous woman, come to me,” he would whisper. “Divine creature of temptation, put your cooling flesh upon my hot body and show me the final achievement of happiness.”

But, the smiling shadow would retreat and disappear. He would bite his pillow and toss restlessly through the endless nights.

One night, when she had just disappeared again, and he was groaning and biting his pillow, a soft voice whispered in his ear, “What is the matter with you, my dear friend?”

He turned around from where the voice came and saw young brother Felix, the boy who slept on the bunk next to his. Felix was young, only seventeen, blond, slight and as of yet without a trace of a beard. Come to think of it, he almost looked like a girl…

At that particular moment Felix's breath was as warm and sweet as that of the woman, and Pineraide could feel it brush against his flushing face.

“What's the matter?” answered the young seminarian. “I am no longer in control of my own thoughts and feelings. I am thirsting for the kisses of a woman, my body is burning up and I…”

He stopped suddenly. “Give me your hand…”

Felix, obediently, offered him his small, feverish hand.

“And now,” Pineraide continued, putting the boy's hand against the proof of his manhood and virility, “I ask you to judge for yourself.”

“Oh, my dear God,” Felix squealed, half-frightened and half-surprised. “What on earth is that?”

“That? Well, take a good look at it and grab it firmly. That, my friend and brother, is my dick.”

“Your dick? But… but… that one is… enormous!”

“It's like everyone else's.”

“Oh, my God, no… no! Mine is much, much smaller.”

“I'm surprised to hear that. I thought every man had one of about the same length and thickness. I thought that every prick was the same.”

“Oh, dear me… no! You are mistaken. I have seen the ones of fat Julius, of tall Charles and of little Dennis. None of them have a cock as big as yours. Oh, Holy Mother of God, you must have the biggest dong in the whole seminary!”

“I feel tremendously flattered.”

“Aren't you happy to know that you have the biggest one?”

“Oh, yes… if I am that well equipped, I am sure that I will be able to please the women.”

Felix put his arm around his comrade's neck and asked with a husky voice, “Do you like women?”

“Oh, yes, yes… it's driving me mad!”

“You… you don't like… me?”

“What do you like?”

“I like men…”

“You must be kidding.”

“Oh, no… not at all. And I love especially those who are like you. Strong and tall, and hung like a horse! And… ah… if you would like me to…”

“Like you to… what?”

“Well, if you would allow me to… lick.”

“To what?”

“Lick your beautiful dong…”

For a moment there was deep silence. Felix quickly put his hand between Pineraide's thighs. He did not move. His body was stiff, and his prick was even stiffer. He barely dared to breathe. But brother Felix was so close, his skin was so soft, and his hand so expert, that he closed his eyes and sighed, pantingly.

“Do whatever you want.”

Felix pulled back his hand and slipped under the covers with his comrade.

“Take off your nightgown,” he said. “That will give us more freedom of movement.”

The seminarian did as Felix wished and then lay down flat on his back. He did not move.

“Now, leave everything up to me,” whispered little Felix, “and I will show you how much pleasure you can get from the tongue and mouth of another man.”

Felix disappeared under the covers. His eager tongue began to lick the hairy underbelly of the rigid, motionless seminarian. He knew precisely where all the sensitive spots were, and slowly he worked his way down to the beautiful, huge prick of his friend. Felix's eager mouth took in the throbbing knob and his warm little hands fondled the big hairy balls. Pineraide closed his eyes. He was happy and he dreamed again of the woman! Felix knew precisely what to do. His hands cupped the balls of his friend and his tongue trailed tirelessly across the huge shaft of this beautiful prick. Now and then he took the big knob in his mouth and sucked vigorously. Jolts of thunder and lightning went through Pineraide's belly. The young seminarian could not help but notice that Felix got extreme pleasure from his labor of love. The boy's prick hung right above Pineraide's right nipple, twitching ferociously, knocking playfully against his friend's chest…

It did not take Pineraide long before he began to caress the balls, prick and firm buttocks of his young lover. Felix undoubtedly had expected this, because he suddenly turned in such a way that his little, stiff prick touched the lips of Pineraide.

The seminarian, drunk with desire, did not resist. He was in seventh heaven. Felix was sucking his friend's balls and now his tongue worked slowly up the shaft. Finally his lips had reached the huge knob and he opened his mouth, swallowing as much of the enormous giant as his oral cavity would allow. Pineraide tossed and squirmed like a cat in heat. His back arched and with a loud cry he shot his load down brother Felix's open gullet. Felix did not let go and continued to suck till he had drunk the entire contents of the spasming penis. Then, calmly, without interruption he began to suck and caress again till Pineraide's limp member showed signs of renewed vigor…

And every time Pineraide had another hard-on, Felix let it slip out of his mouth, allowing his tongue free play around the balls, up the shaft and finally he swallowed the throbbing knob again. Pineraide was so enormously delighted that he took Felix's little prick into his mouth, sucking it furiously. The tiny balls of his friend were so close to his eyes that they brushed against his lashes.

Meanwhile, the two bodies were closely pressed together and began to shudder more and more. Their breath was white-hot, and pearls of sweat began to soak the blankets. Pineraide could no longer bear it. Oh! The caresses of a young man were so sweet and beautiful. They, too, were capable of invoking divine pleasures, and the mental image of the woman slowly faded away.

A few more seconds and he had to come again, despite the fact that he was trying to hold it in! His huge penis started to throb again, he could no longer control his climax and his seed began to spurt in the first spasms. Suddenly, Felix stopped sucking.

“Oh, God… Holy Mother of Christ… don't stop now! Please, go on… don't stop.” Pineraide's pelvis was gyrating on the bed and he tried to grab ahold of Felix's head to force the boy's mouth back where it belonged. “I am sucking your dick, licking your balls… it… is… delicious… but, please… take my… cock… back in your… mouth!”

Felix's lips brushed against the throbbing penis, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the whole thing up to the hilt. The huge shaft disappeared down his throat and at the same moment the penis began to squirt huge quantities of come. Pineraide went wild! He began to buck, forcing Felix's head down firmly. Felix suddenly stuck his thumb up Pineraide's asshole and the young seminarian let out a bellowing scream, coming again and again till his big balls were completely emptied. Deeply satisfied he sank back onto his mattress, his arm protectively around little Felix. Both were prepared to fall asleep in each other's arms.

But strange sighs awoke them from their little slumber. They opened their eyes. The dorm was brightly lit. And around their bed they saw all the other seminarians with whom they shared the dormitory. All the young men were mother-naked. Some of them were down on their knees, giving blow jobs to others, some were on the floor getting it in their ass, others again were jacking off and a couple were sixty-nineing. It was one big and wild orgy which had started when the others saw the pleasures Felix and Pineraide were giving one another.

After this night, many followed that were similar. The only difference was that the young men frequently changed partners.

The prick of the young, strong seminarian worked wonders. One after another, all the assholes of his comrades fell prey to the huge, inexhaustible member. Everybody licked it, caressed it and petted his balls. He ruled the entire dormitory as if he were an eastern potentate, selecting the finest beauty for his bed, night after night. He was a hallowed idol to these future apostles of the crucified Lord.

Slowly, Pineraide began to think about the woman again. She controlled his thoughts during those many nights. He saw her when his body rubbed against that of one of his fellows; he believed he was kissing her lips when in reality they were pressed in passion against those of one of his fellow seminarians. And he believed he was screwing her when his prick was ripping apart the asshole of one of his friends. He even imagined fondling her breasts and biting her tits when in reality he was playing with the balls of the tender Felix, fat Julius, or tall Charles.

He remained very busy, our seminarian. And he got older as the nights rolled by. He could feel his virility grow, and he made up his mind that he would try out everything he had learned in the seminary's dormitory upon the female penitents who, one day, would be entrusted into his care.

And, finally, that day arrived. He left the seminary to assume his duties over the flock of Motte-sur-Vy. His body shivered voluptuously in anticipation of the many pleasures that awaited him.

CHAPTER III. The Licking Goat

After his little walk through the town, Father Pineraide went back to his home. He was very satisfied by what he had seen, and also tremendously excited.

His senses were boiling and his sparkling eyes were aflame with lust. He thought especially of the young girl he had met last, who was getting under his skin and into his mind.

“Ooh!” he sighed, throwing his cassock quickly over a chair. “This delicious child is going to be first one to get laid. I'll fuck the living daylights out of her. Oh my God, she looked so appetizing in her short cotton skirts! And those little tits! They were fantastic. A real full-blown bosom! And the little wench could not possibly have been much older than fifteen. Those beautiful velvet eyes, looking up at me! That wonderful melodious voice! And those golden hairs, dancing like playful butterflies across her blushing forehead. And this is only what I have seen! Dear God in Heaven, I don't even want to think about the things I haven't seen yet!

“It's got to be divine… those breasts- those fifteen-year-old breasts-surely must be as white as milk, firm as marble, yet resilient as warm rubber! Oh, God, I can hardly wait to see and taste her nipples! Surely they must be as sweet and beautiful as wild strawberries. I bet that no one's tongue has yet touched them. Oh, how I would love to lick and suck them till they jut out proudly and become as hard as a rock! And then her belly! Let's not forget her cute belly with the tiny little belly button. A navel, without a wrinkle, shivering under my caresses. Oh, dear Lord in Heaven, that must be ideal…

“And farther down, between those two ivory white thighs, I can see her little pink pussy, that tiny cleft, hidden in a bush of golden hair. I am sure it is very small and tight, untouched by any prick, as virginal as the Mother of God. Ooh… ooh, if I only had her here, right now! I would kiss her and caress her. First her warm, red lips, then her neck, her shoulders, her eyes, her pretty nose! And then… by God… I'll tear off her clothes and bite the little hot bitch in her tits, her belly and her thighs!”

The good father had become quite excited.

“Ooh! I can hardly wait to spread her beautiful legs and to look at her warm, moist cunt. I am going to go down on her and suck that marvelous red tickler of hers! For the first time in my life I am going to see a real pussy! Ooh, I can hardly wait to see one. I'm sure that the girl has never seen a prick, at least she has never seen a dong like this one…”

While he said this, Father Pineraide had unbuttoned the enormous bulge of his trousers, allowing the captive to jump joyously out of its prison. The enormous dick, whose size, length, and thickness had been the pride and joy of Brother Felix and many others, stood out like a flagpole from the priest's belly.

Pineraide walked over to the mirror and looked at his enormous hard-on.

“I wonder what the child is going to say when she sees this beautiful instrument. Undoubtedly, she is going to be scared stiff. She is going to be scared, she won't look at it, and then the little bitch will pretend to be too modest to touch it! But I'll insist! I shall order her to touch it, caress it, fondle it. And then she is going to cry! All right, all right! If she is going to be that way about it, and cry and whimper, there is only one thing left for me to do. I am going to rape her! I think I like that better anyway. Just throw her on the bed and shove it in! Then she is going to scream and holler, and she will plead for mercy. But I won't listen to her pleas! I am going to ram my prick up her cunt till it can go no further. And then… and then… then I am going to fuck the shit out of her! Ooh, dear God, it's going to be beautiful!”

The eyes of the young priest sparkled…

He was alone. His old and ugly housekeeper-the bishop was a wise man, and knew what to give to his young priests-was away for the day. She was not expected home till late that evening. And the old dame did not realize how lucky she was. Goddammit, the young priest was now so horny that he would have raped her on the spot, had she been home. He would have stuck it up her old twat as hard and fiercely as he used to pierce the assholes of his fellow seminarians.

The desire to release his pent-up energy had become so strong that the young priest dropped in an armchair and began to jack off. He could watch himself, heavy-lidded, in the big mirror in front of him.

The door of his bedroom was ajar. It suddenly opened and a goat, a very young one, a kid goat, came prancing into the room. When the door so suddenly opened, the young priest's first move had been to cover his throbbing hard-on. But when he saw who the intruder was, he relaxed.

Marie, his housekeeper, had bought the little animal to raise it so that her young Mon-signor would always have fresh milk. But the good woman had left that morning, completely forgetting to feed the little animal. And now it was wandering through the house, in search of food, bleating for its mother.

It danced immediately toward the priest who was still busily jerking his prick.

An idea flashed through his mind. He grabbed the little kid, and pressed his dick against the hungry animal's snout.

At first, the little beast was afraid. But finally it began to sniff and nibble at this strange piece of meat which undoubtedly reminded it of its mother's tits. Only… it was so much bigger! Finally it even tried to get its tongue around it. It bucked a few times against Pineraide's balls because there was no flow of milk. Nothing came out and the little goat turned around to get out of the room again. But that was not what the priest had in mind. The good father firmly grabbed the struggling little animal and tried to quiet it down. He caressed it, mumbled pet names, scratched its ears, but it was to no avail. The kid wanted out.

“What? You don't want to suck my dick?” The priest had become furious. “I'll teach you, you shitty little goat. If you don't want to suck, / am going to fuck!”

And he was about to turn the little goat around to perform this beastly deed, when the wriggling kid slipped through his fingers and scooted toward the bedroom door. The priest jumped up in pursuit and managed to close the dining room door, blocking off the goat's retreat. Then he got another brilliant idea. He rumpled around in the pantry till he found what he was looking for. A bottle with milk!

Aah, there it was. He took off the stopper and let the little goat smell. The animal quieted down immediately and, when Father Pineraide returned to his bedroom, the little goat followed him happily.

Now the priest locked himself in his bedroom with the goat.