Chapter 14: Banging Bev

Father Murphy was not very happy about bringing Brother John with him to Heavenly Dove Convent but he had little choice. His unhappiness was due in part to the increased chance of discovery if two of them were taking advantage of innocent, and some not so innocent, females. It was, however, due also to an element of envy of the monk's incredible equipment.

The two of them operated independently since Brother John had agreed he would no longer deceive girls in the confessional. And, after their new assignment, John found a likely and very desirable target for his unbridled and unprincipled lust.

One of Brother John's assignments was to direct the choir. This choir consisted of about thirty women and girls ranging from pre-teen to senior citizens. It included some very appealing young ladies and he knew that some of these were far from innocent. He would, he resolved, restrict his attentions to that type rather than seduce any more innocent virgins. Admittedly, had there been another like Vicki, he was sure he'd have a real problem to hold to his resolution.

One of the singers was a girl named Bev. She was not a live-in member of the choir. Bev was in her early to mid twenties and he had originally paid little attention to her. His lustful designs tended to concentrate on the younger and more buxom members of the group and she did not fit in this category.

Bev was a University student, about five feet, three inches tall and, although quite shapely, she was somewhat slender. Because of his size, particularly his equipment size, he usually avoided this type. She however constantly teased him. Not in a serious sexual way but rather, in group settings, by pretending to try to date him. He played along with it and would act suitably embarrassed. After a week or so he began to wonder if she was really just doing it for the apparent reason or if she was, perhaps, inviting more intimate attentions.

Bev was pretty, dark, and as noted, shapely in a slender, compact way. She claimed to have a stable of boyfriends that she was constantly making reference to as she offered to give them all up for him. This, of course, was done in the company of other choir members so nobody took her seriously. During the second week, however, he found himself alone with her and she still acted the same way.

"I don't understand why you won't take me out, Brother John. In the Middle Ages, the monks were always helping out young ladies, you know. And from more recent times I'm sure you've heard about Rasputin. But I guess there weren't many that had as much of God's goodness as he did. It was an obvious reference to that monk's fabled organ dimensions.

The young monk was alone with her when she said that and, acting shocked, he replied, "Now, Sister? You mustn't talk like that. I might think you were serious. And you know I made my vows so I couldn't go out with you, anyway."

The girl, seeing his apparent discomfiture, decided to carry her teasing a bit further. "Oh, Brother John, I don't believe that. All of you monks break your vows. You'd be vegetables or you'd explode from keeping it all bottled up inside you. My boyfriends get randy when they go more than a few days without it. You're not trying to tell me you're a virgin, are you? I don't believe that."

"I wish you wouldn't talk that way, Bev. And I hope you don't mean that you ... like? I hope you're waiting until God has blessed you through marriage?"

Enjoying herself, the young woman tried to shock him even more as she said, "C'mon, John? You don't really expect that, do you? Virgins are a thing of the past. Really, now? Would you throw me out if you found me in your bed tonight? I doubt that very much."

"Please, sister. I don't think of you that way." he lied as he wondered if she'd ever had anyone as large as he. "It would be a terrible sin." and he glanced around to see if there was anyone else in the choir loft with them.

"Don't worry, Brother John. I'm not going to rape you. Unless you're like Rasputin. You're not, are you?" Bev said with a laugh. "I might not be able to resist that."

He could see that they were alone in the dimly lighted area. To their left, next to the wall, were two small mattresses that were used by an exercise class. The young woman caught his surreptitious glance in that direction and suddenly realized she might be carrying her teasing too far. But then, she thought, it might be fun. She'd never done it with a virgin and he probably had a lot of pent-up passion.

Since the time her gym teacher had broken her cherry when she was seventeen, Bev had tried it with three successive boyfriends but she did not consider herself the least bit promiscuous. It was pleasant and she enjoyed the gratitude each of them had shown after she'd let them fuck her but it had been no big deal for her. For the last three years she'd used a vibrator and an eight inch dildo to satisfy her physical desires. The dildo gave her a much more satisfying sense of fullness than her four real life consorts, anyway. But, she thought with a delicious thrill of wickedness, it might be interesting to see how a monk would act if she lured him from his vow of chastity.

"Have you ever been tempted, Brother John?" she asked and, taking his hand and placing it on the swell of her modest bosom, she added, "Have you ever felt or seen a woman naked?"

Pretending to try to draw his hand away, the young monk stammered, "Oh, no. Oh, please, sister? You shouldn't tempt me?"

"Does that mean that you're interested, John? Would you like to explore the mysteries of a female body?" the pretty, young woman said with a laugh as she moved his hand down over her belly to her groin.

"Bev! What are you trying to do to me?" he gasped but, as she led him toward the mattresses, he went along although with feigned reluctance.

"I think it's time you learned what heaven on earth is like, Brother John. Before you get tempted by the altar boys." and Bev felt a moistening between her legs as she thought of teaching this handsome monk about sex. She hoped that he wouldn't be too quick but, even if he was, it would be a new experience to see his reaction. John was leaning forward now to hide the evidence of his erection. She looked a bit on the small side to take it all, he thought, but he'd had girls her size that could.

"Oh, Bev? It's a sin? We can"t?" he said in a weak voice as she began unbuttoning her blouse.

"You help me, John. You can't go all your life without being fucked." the young woman said to further shock him. "How can you preach about the sin of fornication when you don't know how tempting it can be?" she added as she placed his hands on her firm, braless breasts.

"But, sister?" he said breathlessly, feeling the hardness of her engorged nipples pressing against the palms of his hands. "What if we're seen?" The young woman felt a pang of pleasure as he rubbed her hard, sensitive nipples and she unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall in a heap on the floor.

"But you don't really want to stop now, do you? You want to fuck me now and then you'll go to confession and everything will be alright." Then the brazen minx reached between the folds of his robe and, as her hand grasped the iron-hard rod, she exclaimed. "My God, John! My God!"

"Bev! Oh, Bev!" the monk gasped and he squeezed her firmly swelling breasts. "What are you going to make me do?"

"Oh my God, Brother John? I don't know?" the woman replied uncertainly as she opened his robes to see what she'd felt with her hand. "That's impossible! You're incredible! It's a monster! I won't be able to take it all," she babbled excitedly as she took it in both hands.

Bev's belly churned as she imagined what it would feel like to take the mammoth weapon inside her body and she was torn between fear of being hurt and desire to try it. With her two hands wrapped around the fabulous girth of the nearly foot long organ, she began to pump it with almost loving strokes. The foreskin was still partly covering the bulbous, purple knob but it was already dripping with proof of the monk's arousal.

"Oh, John? I was joking when I asked if you were like Rasputin. But you are!" Bev said, breathlessly. "Are you really a virgin? You've never had this in a girl before?"

"Oh, no. I thought God made me like this so? Like? To make it easier for me to be chaste, I think?" the young monk lied, smiling inwardly at the fabrication.

"I don't think so, John. If you hadn't kept this a secret, you'd be mobbed with women wanting to fuck you." and, as she spoke, the young woman peeled his foreskin back and cupped the slippery knob. ²