Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2012 09:03:19 +0100 From: El Greco Subject: Fr. Peter's Angels 12 This story contains scenes of sexual of fictional fantasy activity between minors and adults if this offends you you should not read any further.It also contains reference to religion and sex, again if this offends you do not read further. The story is pure fantasy and the author does not advocate or indorse what transpires. None of the characters are drawn from life and any resemblance to any person living or dead is completely coincidental. If you like the story tell me what you think at elgrecospain@hotmail.com if this is published it will take my literary virginity. I have tried to incorporate reader's comments and desires... you are a pervy lot. Thank you all for the nice comments. I had intended to finish this series and move on to another story with Part 8 but the demand for more and suggestions you have made have given me thoughts to go on further. Your encouragement is an inspiration. Fr. Peter's Angels Chapter 12 Steve looked at Fr. Paul their eyes met. The steely gaze was hard to read. Steve felt like Eve must have done in the Garden of Eden when God has discovered that she had eaten the forbidden fruit. Steve wanted to high his bollock nakedness and run. Fr. Paul looked angry. His handsome face in an aggressive scowl. Nevertheless Fr. Paul look magnificent. He wore a white roman collar at his neck. Between the his taut, high, rounded pecs sat a rosary with beads bigger than those that had been inserted into Brian. The beads where black separated by silver chain links. From the end of the rosary hung a large black onyx cross. A midnight black, brocade benediction cloak skimmed Fr. Paul's broad shoulders and fell to his feet. His taut body glistened. To Steve it looked like body oil but in fact he glistened with men and boys body fluids that had anointed his body during the course of the evening. Fr.Paul was insatiable. A lick of his torso would taste mainly of cum but with the piquancy of piss too. He wore knee-high leather boots. His thighs were massive and muscled. Of course his sacred ordained rod of life was encased in his black leather jock emblazoned with a cross. He forearms were gauntleted by black leather which again bore his signature cross emblem. He stood and looked that the tableau before him. Little Brian still moaning, his tiny boy ass filled with the slightly oversized rosary. The crucifix of the rosary dangled from his hole. Steve felt that the priest would be annoyed at what they had done to the boy's anus and he swallowed hard as Fr. Paul advanced on them. Timmy was now nursing on Nicholas's huge leaking cock head. Fr. Paul reached them and said nothing. He placed the two first fingers of his hand either side of Brian's hole from which the end of the rosary protruded. He looked Steve in the eye. 'Kneel' He told him. Steve knelt. Kiss and venerate the cross Fr. Paul said holding the cross that hung from the boy hole, so that Steve could reach it easily. Steve kissed and as he did again and again he licked Fr. Paul's fingers and Fr. Paul from time-to-time inserted them into Steve's mouth. The veneration of the cross continued. 'Now lie down beside the boy.' Fr. Paul commanded. Steve did as he was told. The circular altar was just about big enough to accommodate both Steve and little Brian. Steven felt the boy flesh against his. Steve's cock was harder than he ever remembered. He was afraid he might cum spontaneously without any further touching. 'Raise your legs and spread them.' Fr. Paul told him. He raised them in a v-shape. He was fit and could hold his legs aloft. Fr. Paul examined minutely Steve's cock and bollox. He stooped down and squatted down to get a closer look of Steve's hole. It was a virgin hole. Nicholas came to the priest's side with a silver bowl of water. Fr. Paul bathed Steve's genitals and ass hole. 'This is the baptism of your holy cock and bollox Stephen.' Fr. Paul explained. 'From henceforth your cock is blessed and holy but save in exceptional circumstances should only be used to give pleasure to a priest, a boy and, knowing your proclivities, a girl. You can use it too to procreate because it is essential that children be brought into the world. But you must promise that you will bring up those children in the faith and deliver them unto a priest as early as possible. Do you so promise?' 'I do father.' 'Call me Holy Father' 'Holy Father' Steve repeated. Fr. Paul like to think of himself as a pope. With the holy water still soaking Steve's genital area. Fr. Paul began to wash him with a soap that had the fragrance of incense. Then taking a cut-throat razor he expertly shaved Steve till he was completely bald like a boy. Steve wondered how he would explain this to girlfriend but he was so turned on by a priest returning him to boy-like baldness he did not care. Fr. Paul had clearly done this before. He never cut Steve once and it was exquisite to feel the razor as it scraped away Steve's adult hair. 'Now you are clean like a boy Stephen' 'Thank you Holy Father.' 'Do you lust after young girls Stephen?' 'Doesn't every man?' 'No Stephen not every man.' 'Will you take unto yourself after this night bald girl cunt.' 'Yes Holy Father if I can find some.' 'We can help you Stephen.' 'Thank you Holy Father.' 'It is God's work Stephen.' 'Yes Holy Father.' Fr. Paul liked that Steve learned so quickly. Brian had turned to nuzzle Steve and was sucking on one of his nipples. It felt so good, so natural. Nicholas lowered Timmy onto Steve's face and Steve began to lap on the boy's hole and became lost in his pleasure. Steve felt something penetrate his hole but he was beyond caring he was so turned on. Fr. Paul had removed the large rosary from around his neck was inserting into Steve's hole in replication of the ceremony with Brian earlier. The beads were bigger and Fr. Paul loved the way they were swallowed by Steve's hole. For a second it would look like the bead would be expelled from Steve's man cunt it would linger at the expanded hole but then it would disappear and skillfully the priest would insert the next bead till like with Brian only the large crucifix dangled at Steve's hole. It was such a sight. Steve embracing Brian. He was eating out Timmy and his hole like Brian's was full of rosary. Fr. Paul reveled in the complete depravity of it. Nicholas looked the priest and the two of them began to kiss and stroke each other all the time eyeing Steve and the boys. It was being recorded for later savouring on a special High Definition CCTV camera, so that Nicholas and Paul could savour it again and again. Now it was time to complete Stephen's confirmation. Nicholas took Timmy away from Steve's face. He looked disappointed. Fr. Paul held Steve's impossibly hard cock upright and Nicholas impaled tiny Timmy on Steve's rod. The two lifted the boy up and down on Steve's hardness watching as the bare cock deeply penetrated the tiny kid right to his hilt. Pistoning the boy on Steve's dick. Steve was going to lose it soon. He was going to seed the boy's cunt raw. The motion continued, the priest expertly allowing Steve to fuck the boy senseless as he lay on the altar. He looked to the roof of the chapel had not noticed that it had a painted cupola depicting of men of all ages defiling boys of every age. It was filled with an orgasmic orgy no detail left to the imagination. He recognised in the faces of the men many of the priests he had seen tonight. There was men of all races, colours and sizes all in boy sex communion. It was too much he abandoned his lusts and spewed his manly load deep inside Timmy. Screaming as he did so. He had thought his early orgasms were the most forceful he had ever had, but his one all but blew his mind. If he was to die now he would die happy, his cock buried deep into a very young boy cunt. He wondered how little Timmy could accommodate his manhood. As he came in violent spasms. He could just barely hear Fr. Paul. 'Praise be too you Stephen. Your spirit and essence has seeded the boy. The boy that I fathered. No one but you, Nicholas and the boy's blessed mother knows that he is the fruit of my loins, not even the man who thinks he is his real father. His mother came to me in confession. She was concerned about her ability to satisfy her husband and give him a child. I told her that if she submitted to my priest cock her problems would be solved. Timothy my son was conceived in the dead of night on the high altar and I have waited so long for a man like you to take him. I have delivered my son's virginity unto your cock. Henceforth he will know many cocks including mine but yours will have been his first. Give praise Stephen forever and ever.' 'Praise be Holy Father.. praise be...' Steve could barely take in what he had just been told. To be continued...