Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2012 14:36:09 +0100
From: El Greco <elgrecospain@hotmail.com>
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...