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.
“All right, you little animal,” he said, throwing off all his clothes, “now we shall see if you are really hungry.” Pineraide was now so hot and horny that he was barely able to see straight. His loins ached and it was impossible that his hard-on could get any stiffer.
Anybody who had seen him at that particular moment would have been reminded about the stories of those fierce heathens who used to satisfy their lusts upon innocent animals. The priest's eyes were bloodshot, his hands were trembling, veins stood out on his neck, and his muscles were visible as big knots on his belly, shoulders and back. He was a complete slave of his enormous, swollen member which stood out like a flagpole, red and quivering.
There are stories about the Turks who were suddenly in the grip of a horrible desire to vent their lusts. They would attack herds of peacefully grazing cows and treat the beasts as if they were conquered women. They even used their own horses and sometimes, so the stories go, there would be mighty warriors capable of satisfying a mare in heat.
Undoubtedly Father Pineraide would have been fully capable of satisfying any mare. Unfortunately, he was stuck with a tiny little goat. His only excuse was that, at this particular moment, nothing else was available to satisfy his burning flesh. The only question was, how to do it. No doubt, any of those wild Turks would simply have hamstrung the little beast and fucked it in the ass without bothering about whether it would kill the animal or not. But the good priest was tenderhearted. He also was a little bit more civilized.
He intended to find out if the thick, soft tongue of the little kid would really give him the pleasures he expected. He had heard a story, and this was a beautiful opportunity to check out its veracity. There was this monk who had found a little calf. He had dipped his prick in honey and the calf had sucked and licked him till he came. After that, the calf had licked his balls and asshole till he came again.
Pineraide had similar ideas, but, since he was in his bedroom, decided that he could be a little bit more civilized about the whole affair. He sprinkled some milk on his pubic hairs, sat down on his knees and steadied his hands against the bedpost. The milk slowly trickled down the shaft of his prick and collected at the tip. And it happened precisely as the shrewd priest had expected. The hungry little kid began to lick avidly, then sucked wildly.
Ooh, the delights were simply marvelous! Within two minutes he was about to faint and his legs could no longer bear him. He rolled on his side, groaning and moaning with pleasure. But, the little animal did not let go. Even though there was not a drop of milk left, it kept bucking and sucking. With a deep sigh, the priest came. Huge spurts of jism shot into the hungrily sucking animal which undoubtedly mistook the sticky liquid for extra rich and fortified milk. It kept on sucking. The good priest had spent so much that he laid limply on his bed. But he was forced to get up and shoo away the little animal. The pleasurable sensation had changed into one of pain. The beast continued to suck so ferociously that Pineraide's prick would have been a bloody stump if he had not thrown the goat out of his bedroom. The little kid gamboled happily in the back yard, while Father Pineraide stumbled satisfied back to his bed for a short nap.
But his prick was so sore and burning that he could not fall asleep. Soon his penis began to throb again and when he looked down, he saw that the limp member had begun to stretch.
“It's already half soft,” the angel of his conscience whispered in one ear.
“It's almost half hard again!” shouted the devil of carnal lust triumphantly into the other.
The good priest touched the tip of his prick with one finger.
“Ouch!” That was sensitive! But nevertheless, it seemed that the bold member was more than willing to get out of its state of half-heartedness. It proudly erected again, and the young priest said, “Oh, my darling. You have been so good today. I promise you that soon you shall have a nice, young and tender little girl to exercise your full powers as God has given them to you. Unfortunately, I don't know when that will be. But I hope it will be soon. Please have patience, my darling. She will be there, I promise you…”
The ringing of the doorbell cut short the good father's monologue.
