Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2012 14:36:09 +0100 From: El Greco Subject: Part 6 Fr. Peter's Angels Fr. Peter's Angels Part 6 This story contains scenes of sex between adults and minors if this offends you do not read any further. It also contains religious references again if this is likely to offend you do not read any further. The author does not condone or endorse any of the activity described; the story is purely for erotic entertainment. I am sorry about the delay in bringing you part 5 and hope that part 6 won't be far behind. *** As the orgy got underway in earnest in the church and its altar sanctuary, Fr. Paul nevertheless maintained tight control. The obscene prayers and liturgy that accompanied the acts of great depravity were as important to him as the acts themselves. From time to time Fr. Paul would bid the men and boys to be seated and there would be a reading from the Holy Book of Cock. Usually a tale of perverted lust and man's desire to have his sexual urges, however forbidden, sated. Slides of previous ceremonies and other pictures obtained illustrated the stories. Often the men would gasp at the images. One guy came spontaneous without touching himself. If Fr. Paul was giving the reading he would begin to massages his penis, in full view of the congregation, and bring it to full erection. Edging closer and closer to orgasm as the story became nastier, fouler, but all the better for it. He would never actually spill his sacred seed at this point, but the slowly build up to it. The recession of the orgasmic feelings would mean that his priestly, holy cum was boiling in his bollox, but he would save his blessed wad for a deserving child. He would eye the boys as he read picking out his quarry. Fr. Paul had not noticed that after the ceremony at the communion rails when the boys all kissed the priest's dicks and things nearly got out of hand, Nicholas has slipped away to the sacristy. When he entered the sacristy which was just behind the main altar he could see what was going on the church on huge TV screens as Steve, the video guy, caught every last detail. He wondered at the variety of images and how close Steve was getting to the action. Nicholas wanted to initiate Steve in the joys of man-boy love and judging by the way he was turned on by all that was going on Nicholas reckoned he would topple him. Steve was a straight guy who adopted a free-wheeling attitude to life. He had not judged when asked to video the church ceremony. Nicholas wanted to turn him. In the sacristy was the kneeling figure of a man who had not, so far, taken part in proceedings. He was kneeling in prayer and Nicholas knew the prayers were of a sexual most obscene kind. This was the man who had written the liturgy for these evenings. He lived for his cock and his cock in boys. It was none other than Fr. Peter himself. He chose the name Fr. Peter in honour of his cock. Many black men called their cocks their 'peters' and Fr. Peter was driven by the demands and glory of the cock. So he took a name that would identify him with his cock. Only Nicholas knew he was coming that night. He had kept secret from Fr. Paul, Fr. Xavier and other clerics. When Fr. Peter gave an instruction, Nicholas as his faithful servant in perversion did not argue and did as he was told. Nicholas knew better than to interrupt a priest at prayer. Fr. Peter was naked except of a loin cloth not unlike the one that Douglas has worn when he was laid on the St. Andrew's cross. His massive muscled black back was breath-taking. Fr. Peter stood a full 6 foot 6 inches and his sacred endowment was in proportion nearly ten inches of uncut glory hung between the holy man's gargantuan thighs. Nicholas has savoured it when Fr. Peter had led him to the path of boy lust. Fr. Peter was very dark in skin pigment. Black coffee with a hint of milk. Not midnight dark. He had a noble bearing. A man who instantly commanded authority and obedience. On front of him stood what looked like a statue to a God but it was in fact a vividly wrought ivory penis. It always contained a vial of Fr. Peter's cum. 'Have you my vestments ready Nicholas?' Fr. Peter asked, head still bowed in prayer. 'Yes Fr. Peter.' He held open an exquisite cape of the type used in the Roman Catholic benediction ceremony. It was in rich gold brocade. On the back was a cross but when one examined it , it was made up of two intersecting phalli, each in full splashing orgasm. Embroidered around the two exploding cocks were images of boys of every age, up to about ten Nicholas reckoned. It was an erotic masterpiece and heavy. Nicholas moved forward to the huge man and draped the cape on his wide shoulders. He looked imperial. Turning and walking the cape moved to show his dark, almost naked form underneath. 'Have you got them Nicholas, one of the most perverse I have known?' 'Yes.' 'Excellent.' Nicholas went to a cupboard and took out a gold ciborium of communion wafers. 'And they have been treated as I instructed?' 'Every last one.' Fr. Peter Fr. Peter laughed his dark brown laugh. 'Nicholas you are a true disciple.' 'And have you managed to fulfil my other wishes?' 'To the letter Fr. Peter. You will not be disappointed.' 'Bring them to me and then sound the warning.' The priest commanded the sacristan. After bringing the precious cargo to Fr. Peter, Nicholas took the ciborium, with the contaminated wafers and went back to the sanctuary. Everyone was nearly naked now. The boys long-forsaking the purity of their white suits and their fathers sweaty with their sexual exertions, no one had noticed Nicholas retire and no one saw him coming back. That was as Fr. Peter wanted it. As well as being the ultimate pervert he was a great showman. Nicholas moved to the gong-like bell than had been sounded so that the St. Andrew's cross was brought out. He rang the bell three times in rapid succession the huge sound reverberating around the church. Men looked up in mid-suck and mid-fuck. Douglas and David McCloud who were spit-roasting the boy that had been offered in sacrificed at the opening the ceremony, pausing and looked to altar, the tiny boy sandwiched between them with a man's cock in his arse and mouth. The sounding of the three gongs meant one thing only to Fr. Paul. He had been faced fucking a gorgeous, blonde boy, his hard tool stretching the boy's abilities. He handed the boy back to his father, who was standing nearby jacking off as his boy had the honour of taking Fr. Paul's cock. Fr. Paul, the boy's father knew, was discriminating in his perversion. Most of the dads hoped that Fr. Paul would bless their son with his semen. With cock still swinging and hard and full of the boy's spit, Fr. Paul went to the sanctuary. All the other priests followed suit. Only the seminarians were uncertain of what was happening. Each of them was jacking off into the baptismal font for a later part of the ceremony. The other priests and fathers were encouraged to shoot a load into it too. Then out from behind the main altar he strode. Fr. Peter in his gold robed magnificence. On each arm he bore the precious cargo that Nicholas has procured for him. Two little boys of almost impossible beauty. One on each arm. The men present could not make out of the boys were really tiny or whether Fr. Peter's immense physique made them appear so. Both were pearly white and contrasted with the darkness of Fr. Peters skin. As ,Steve showed them on camera, the men realised the boys were twins. They were naked but their modesty was thus far protected by the way Fr. Peter carried them. Two priests brought forward a huge chair, normally reserved for the bishop, and placed it centrally on front of the main altar. Fr. Peter sat enthroned. He kissed each of the boys he held, prising their mouths open till they would receive his tongue. They sucked on it like they were sucking on their mother's tits. Two priests drew each side of the magnificent cape apart to reveal Fr. Peter in his full splendour. He truly looked deified. They parted the folds of the loin cloth to reveal his member, which was stirring as he kissed each twin alternately. Then letting the boys down he bade them to kiss his huge cock. One by one they nursed on the black priest massive dick as it grew ever harder. Fr. Paul took the ciborium which Nicholas has uncovered on the altar. It contained the hosts. Fr. Paul knew how they had been anointed. As the twins nursed on Fr. Peter's dick resting their tiny hands on his huge bollox as they did, Fr. Paul raised one of the hosts. The men and boys moved to the altar rails, to receive their special gift from Fr. Peter. Douglas McCloud pinched himself and reached over and kissed his son. 'Thank you son from bringing me here this night.' Nearly the end...