save you-I will 'come'-” “Your Reverence,” I whispered, “I also sinned with my titties!” “How so?” he said, as he stared at me.
“Because-oh-oh-I am coming again!-while poking I always had them played with and kissed and sucked and fondled.” I wanted him to do the same but his belly was so big that he could not reach them. He had to brace himself with his hands to keep his position. “That will come later-I will attend to your titties later,” he stammered as he worked away. “Just let me 'go off' now-keep on working-Oh, my dear-Oh! But you do know how!-Just let me finish in you-I will attend to your titties later; I am 'coming'-Oh, goodness-but that is good!-”
And stammering thus, he began to squirt. He rid himself of an awful charge, wetting everything. When he had finished, he said: “You see, my dear, I have been initiated and have imitated your seducer's vulgar speeches, so that now the evil spirits will hold no more power over you!” I sat on the edge of the bed and with his handkerchief I wiped away the flood which he had left between my legs. I was convinced that he had been lying to me, but I said nothing. To be poked was to be poked. Father Mayer now was in the same class with Mr. Horak and Mr. Eckhard, only I was more interested in him because he was more refined. I looked up to him with great respect, because, as I thought, he had shown me a preference in poking me and I still believed that he had the power to forgive my sins.
He sat down in the arm-chair and called to me: “Now, come here. I will attend to your breasts, as you wished it.” He unbuttoned my dress and took out my little titties, which stood out like billiard balls. The nipples were like two little strawberries. He was undoubtedly fond of fresh fruit, as he took one after the other in his mouth and sucked them until they were blood-red. After doing this for some time, with a lot of grunting and hard breathing, he asked: “Is this the right way?” “Yes,” I answered, “that is fine.” “Well, and were you always as lazy as this while your titties were being played with?” as he made them bob up and down. “Didn't you do anything -didn't you play with your lover's lance?”
I realized now what he wanted and I began playing with his weapon, but it was flaccid and would not stand. “Sit on the table,” he commanded. I did. He braced my feet on his knees.
“Now,” he said, “we will have the best of all!” I did not know what he meant, but I just smiled. “Yes,” my priest remarked, “now I will cleanse you of all the sinning you have done.” At that he raised my dress so that my grotto was bare. He placed my legs over his shoulders and put his head between my legs. I had to brace myself with my elbows to keep from falling back. Putting his mouth to the orifice he began to lick me with his tongue. I could feel his hot breath. I still did not know what he was about to do, but I hoped for something pleasant. A strange feeling came over me as I felt his lips pressed against my slit. He ran his tongue in it from the bottom to the top. I had never experienced such bliss and rapture before. Heretofore, I had sucked the men, but this good Father was the first one to use his tongue on me! I squeezed my lips together as though I were receiving a new kind of shaft. Finally my perverse priest raised his head and inquired if I liked what he had done to me.
Trembling and filled with curiosity, I replied that I certainly did! When he again inserted the tip of his tongue the pleasure was so great that it pained me. He asked: “Has anyone ever done this to you before?” “No,” I answered, raising my seat so that my grotto presented a vegetable cup. “That will cleanse you-that will free you of all sins,” he said, and I grabbed his head, pushing it down so that he could make better use of his mouth and tongue than by talking.
Now he began, first playing with his tongue around my twig. I felt as though an electric current were shooting through my entire body. The innermost regions of my soul seemed electrified as he touched me with his tongue! I lost my breath. The room seemed to be going round and round. I closed my eyes. All at once-he pushed his tongue all the way up into my gaping cleft. I danced a jig on the table. Lord, what was plain poking compared to this? As I jumped up and down, I rubbed my mound all over his face. I felt his tongue shoot away into me. Soon I 'went off.' I felt as though he were sucking out my whole insides! This was far better than any poke I had ever experienced. I had but one thought, that of a big slippery shaft going into me, clear to my stomach. “I am coming again-always coming-!” I yelled. “Oh, this is heaven-it has never been so good as this-oh, poke me, your Reverence-please-I'll cry and scream.” He sat up, his face blue and his mouth covered with slimy froth.
“Come,” he mumbled, “sit on me and you can have my spear once more.” He leaned back. I held on to the arms of the chair. I could only reach the head of his tool, for his big belly was in the way. He held on to my titties so that I would not fall off. In this manner we accomplished another “round,” which, we both enjoyed hugely.
Letting me down from his lap, he now handed me a towel. I arranged my clothing and waited for further developments, but nothing occurred. He bade me go, saying: “I will pray for you. In the morning come to me in the church for confession.” I kissed his hand and went. As he was about to unlock the door, someone knocked. He opened the door and I saw one of my schoolmates. He cut her short, saying: “I have no time for you today; come tomorrow.”
He let me out and locked the door behind us. She and I walked home together and talked a great deal. Her name was Melani. She was the daughter of the inn keeper, and she looked the part. Although she was only thirteen, she was very stout. Her feet spread apart as she walked. Her bottom was large and broad. Her titties were so large that she could not see her navel.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Melani and I walked down the stairs together and she asked: “What have you been doing at the Reverend Father's?” “What did you want of him?” I asked in reply. “I can imagine what you did,” she said. “Well, what do you think that I did?” “Made a confession of your sins with men.” I had to laugh at that. “Have you often been to him?” she asked.
“This was my first time,” I replied, “How about you?” “Oh, I?” she smiled. “I have been probably twenty times-and the Ferndinger girl, the Grosbauer the Huster and the Schudle girls have all been to him.” These were all schoolmates of ours. I was greatly surprised. Melani went on: “Did he do it with his mouth?”
I was careful, so I asked: “Did he to you?”
“Certainly,” she replied, “he always does it with his mouth. He does it to all the girls that way-that is for the real cleansing. It is a good way, isn't it? Has anyone ever done it to you with his mouth before?” “No,” I replied, “this was the first time, today.”
She boasted: “Our waiter does it to me as often as I want him to. All I have to do is to go into the waiter's room.” “And how about the other waiters?” “Oh, they won't come in when we are in there- they know.” “What?” I asked, perplexed, They know of it?” “Certainly!” she said, “They poke me too when I want them to. We have a cashier, a porter, a bartender and the driver. They all sleep in the waiter's room. Two years ago I drove with the driver to Simmering. Returning, we reached the open prairie. It was dark. I felt his hand on my titties, they were as large as your's are now.
“'John, what are you doing?” I asked him. “He did not answer, but stopped the horse, and, reaching into my dress, took hold of my large titties. “'John,' I said again, 'what are you up to?”
“He did not answer but raised my dress and felt of my grotto.
“'What do you want, John?'“ I asked him innocently. “Of course I knew what he wanted, for the Ferndinger girl had told me all about what men and women do. But I had never done it myself.
“'Now, what do you want, John?' I asked again. “Then he got off the wagon and said: “'Come, Miss Melani.' “He helped me off the wagon and laid me on some wheat aside from the road. “I was quite pleased, for I thought: now I will find out what it is and whether the Ferndinger girl has told the truth. “As I lay there, John immediately got between my legs, took hold of my titties and tried to push his shaft into me. It hurt me so badly that I screamed, but he held his hand over my mouth, and, in a short time, as he began working in and out, it began to feel good in spite of all the pain. Soon he 'went off' and we climbed back into the wagon. He said:
“'Miss Melani, you must wash yourself when you get home so that no one will notice the blood. “What blood?” I asked.
“'Well,' he said, 'you were still a maiden, you now are broken!'“
“Soon he added: 'You won't tell, will you Miss Melani?'“ “I snuggled close to him. Reaching for his pants, he took out his tool and put my hand on it. I played with it until we neared the house. Then, suddenly, he remarked: “'Peter is a damn liar!'
“'Why?' I asked. “'Because he told me that he had poked you.' “I became angry and swore that Peter had
