o'clock… and nobody ever shows up for Vespers… we have time enough for a lot of fun.”
“Besides, if anybody shows up, we simply don't open the door.”
“You know, I have the idea that the two of you are a couple of little pigs…”
“Well now, Monsignor,” said little Henry, “we are only glad to see such a beautiful big prick.”
“All right then, let's take off our clothes.”
A few minutes later the three of them were mother naked.
“And now we want to take turns to caress this beautiful dong so that nobody will become jealous.”
“It's fine with me.”
The two boys bent over and took turns licking the balls of the priest and sucking his prick.
“Well, well, well, you boys,” said Father Pineraide, “you sure know how to do a good job.”
“That's because we like doing it,” answered Henry. “You know, it is quite some time ago that we have seen a beautiful, young piece of tail.”
“And what about the good Father Duretron?”
“Him? That old piece of shriveled meat? You could suck on it for hours and it would not even become half stiff…”
“Oh, yes, his is not like yours.”
“And yours tastes so good.”
“Now it's my turn again.”
“No, I want again.”
“Me too…”
“No, give it to me…”
“Hey, you boys… stop it! If you keep that up, I won't be able to hold in, and I'll come all over the place. And I don't want to come, yet… Wait, I have a better idea. I am going to suck your little pricks. Go, stand upon a chair. Then your pricks are about at the height of my mouth… so, yes, that's good. Now, stand close together, then I won't tire so quickly. See, Celestin's prick is bigger than Henry's.”
“But I am a year older, Monsignor.”
“And you have never fucked?”
“No.”
“Your little pricks are very pretty. First I want to taste them and then I want to smell them. Ah, look how stiff they get, and I am only breathing upon them. They are about as thick as my thumb… Now, I am going to lick them, one after the other, just like you have done to me. But I only do it to bring you in the proper mood… here we go: One, two… one, two… one, two… but don't come, yet…”
“I know,” little Henry said.
“I'll squeeze my buttocks together.”
“And now,” the priest exclaimed, “stay close together so that I can take both pricks in my mouth at the same time… yes… that's it… you two little pigs know precisely what I mean… oh, my God, I am getting so excited that I am afraid I can't hold in any longer… quick, come down from your chairs… let's begin our play!”
The two choir boys were already on the floor.
The priest put one on his back and stood over him, leaning on elbows and knees. He was in a sixty-nine position so that they could suck each other, and he held his ass toward the other choir boy.
“Ah, now I understand,” said Celestin who had been elected to play the role of the man. “I am supposed to stick mine into you?”
“Yes, and firm. It is the first time…”
“You will be satisfied, because the mere idea is driving me wild. But first I would like to lick you a little bit… ”
“Go right ahead…”
And the choir boy licked the ass and the balls of the priest. The priest had the prick of the other choir boy in his mouth, whereas the choir boy was sucking wildly on the priest's prick.
It was delicious, but the crisis was approaching.
“Now,” exclaimed the priest, “stick it in my ass, and when you feel that you have to come, be sure to tell us so that we can all come at the same time.”
Little Celestin did a perfect job. He positioned his prick in front of the priestly asshole and with one mighty shove he pushed it in up to the hilt.
It worked like a miracle.
The priest was muttering, “Oh! Jesus Christ. How divine… I would never have believed that it would be so delicious. Please, Henry, be careful. Don't let my prick slip out of your mouth…”
“No, Monsignor.”
“I am taking yours in my mouth again…”
“And I,” Celestin said, “I am in paradise. It's heavenly, and so nice and moist and warm… I can't hold in any longer, Monsignor… I am coming… I… I… can… oooh! I've come!”
“So did I,” said Henry.
“And I,” roared Pineraide.
For a full minute all one could hear was groaning and voluptuous grunting. There was not a little bit of semen left. Henry had swallowed Father Pineraide's entire load, the priest had done the same, discovering that little boys' balls are a true delicacy. And even the priest's ass was clean, simply because Celestin, the moment he had pulled out his prick, had sucked the come out of Pineraide's ass.
The day after the orgy in the vestry, Father Pineraide was surprised that nothing happened when he tried to take a leak. His prick was thick and swollen, felt sore to the touch and looked terrible. He went immediately to the outhouse, only to discover that he could not shit either.
He was obviously very disturbed, but hoped that nature would heal him. But no matter how patiently he waited, he could not piss and he could not shit.
On the contrary, a terrible pain spread through his body. It started with his asshole and his prick, spread through his loins and hips and it burned like fire. Soon he was unable to walk and had to take to his bed.
He notified Father Duretron who immediately came to Motte-sur-Vy, taking along a friend who was a medical specialist and upon whose discretion one could count…
This learned man first inspected the prick of Father Pineraide and then his behind. His face looked very severe.
“Too bad that this has to happen to you, my friend!”
“My God, what's the matter with me?” Pineraide asked, filled with fear.
“My poor friend, you have gonorrhea up front and syphilis in the behind.”
“Gonorrhea… and syphilis?”
“Yes, and it is very serious…”
“Oh, my God,” exclaimed Father Duretron, “I make a bet that you have fucked my old housekeeper in the ass…”
“Yes…”
“And you have allowed the little Celestin to cornhole you?”
“Yes…”
“Then, my friend, you are lost, because both of them are hopelessly diseased.”
And, unfortunately, Father Pineraide was lost. Forty-eight hours after the doctor's visit he died miserably in his bed, swearing and dooming all women and choir boys to everlasting hell.
He was buried secretly because he smelled so foul that the women in Motte-sur-Vy had to scrub their homes and streets with a solution of chlorine.
And this, dear readers, is the end of the story of Father Pineraide.
