Chapter 17: Jan Gets Jubilated

Brother John's opportunity came sooner than he expected. In fact, it was the following night. Jan, her young pussy still tender from the priestly penetration of last night, had agreed to go out one more time with Jim.

He was a nice guy and, until two days ago, she had intended to marry him. It had seemed only fair to spend one more evening with him and, as usual, they had spent much of the time in a close embrace. Father Murphy may have sated her the previous evening but her desires seemed to return stronger than ever.

They were parked behind the church for it was a secluded location and, for almost an hour they had played with each other's body. Jan, with a skill she'd acquired over the several months they had been doing this, was careful not to bring him off. He, on the other hand, gave her three orgasms with his fingers but they paled in comparison to those she had experienced with the priest.

"I guess you can do it?" she panted, finally. Jim did not, at first, know what she meant. After the anger she'd shown, two nights ago, he had not pushed his luck. Then, when she sort of lay back on the seat of the car and, her hand holding his hard cock, and she drew him over on top of herself, he could hardly contain his feeling of triumph.

The stuck up little bitch was finally going to let him get into her. She was going to let him break her cherry. And after all she'd put him through for, he deserved it. He'd be the envy of the whole football team. Of course, most of them thought he was fucking her already and he hadn't really denied it.

Oh, God, he thought. She was actually guiding him in. She was as hot and wet as he'd imagined. Then, as he rammed into her, he was surprised. Surprised and disappointed. He had gone in easy. There was no cry of pain or no obstruction like there was supposed to be. She wasn't a virgin. She'd been tormenting him all these months and she'd done it with somebody else.

Even as these thoughts were passing through his mind, Jim was conscious of the snug, hot clasp of her cunt. And, as he entered, it seemed to squeeze softly. The convulsive spasm as the girl reacted to only the second ever penetration of her young body was too much for her partner. She felt the sudden jump of his hard, young prick and then the hot wetness as he went off inside.

"NO! NO! Not yet?" she cried out in disappointment as he went limp on her and his full weight came down. She wriggled and bucked up at him, gasping, "Oh, no? You went already? Stay with me ... Make me cum!" But, almost at once, his cock became limp and slipped out of her hungry sheath and she exclaimed angrily, "Oh, Jim? No? You're just a child. You don't know how to satisfy a woman!"

Jim was mortified. And, at her cry of disappointment, he struck back, verbally. "You little bitch! You pretended to be a virgin! I don't want to waste my time fucking somebody else's whore. Get out! You can walk home!"

"I'd love to!" she shot back as she began to button the front of her dress. "I'll find a man who can satisfy me! Not a quick-trigger child with a tiny cock like yours!!" And she got out of the car, forgetting her panties which were still on the floor as he drove away.

There had been a spectator to all of this. The same one who had observed her during the last half of her virginity-ending session with the priest. And, as she started to walk unsteadily away, his dark robed form loomed up before her.

"Oh my God!" she cried out, startled by his sudden appearance.

"No, only one of His servants, my child." the monk said with a little chuckle. But I'm here to serve you, too, if I can."

"Oh, you startled me. But I don't know you. Father Murphy is our priest. Or he still was yesterday?" the girl said questioningly as she looked up at the big, robed man.

"Yes, Jan. And he still is today. Although, if he isn't more discreet, he may be ... but that's another story ... and you know it anyway. You seemed rather disenchanted with your young man, just now. Could it be that you have a preference for more religious encounters?"

The frustrated teenager was taken aback by his comments. Did he know what happened yesterday, she wondered. "I don't understand? Who are you, anyway?" she asked. Even if, somehow, he knew, she didn't plan to acknowledge it.

"I'm just a humble monk who is here to help the good Father ... and any of his parishioners that need help also, I might add. You seemed to be rather distressed when I came upon you?" He may have put me here because He knows I can give you the help you seemed to be asking for.

"I just had a fight with my boyfriend." Jan said. "I can walk home. I live close by." but she wondered what the monk meant by his words about helping her.

"I think you should come to our office, first, Jan. There are a few things we should talk about. For the good of the parish."

"I don't know what you mean, sir. Can't we talk here?"

"It would be better if we went there. I don't believe we want to take a chance that we'll be overheard." the monk said as he took her hand and led her into the darkened church. She followed him wordlessly, a sinking feeling in her stomach. She was sure he was going to lecture her about tonight and, probably, about yesterday as well since he seemed to know something about that. Had Father Murphy told him?

The office was dark, except for the light from the stairway that came in through the transom. The monk directed her to sit on the sofa and, as she sat, she remembered vividly how she had entered this office yesterday as a frustrated, virgin teenager and left it as a thoroughly fucked and satisfied woman. She wondered what, if anything, this big, tall monk knew.

The monk was standing over her and, in the darkened room with his dark robe, he was a foreboding, dominating presence. Jan suddenly felt very young and intimidated.

"I am Brother John, by the way. I help out with the choir so I know your sister." he began in a transparent attempt to put her at ease. "Do you know what I want to talk to you about, Jan?" he asked.

"Oh, sir? No I don't?" she replied with a tremor in her voice. "Is it about Sally, sir?" she asked, hoping that, somehow, it was about something other than her lewd transgressions.

"No. It is not about Sally. She is a wonderful young lady, you know. She has talents that are not at first evident." And he wondered what she'd think about the use he'd made of those talents that she, herself, appeared to have also in good measure. "This is about you, Jan. I think God placed me where I was tonight so that I could help you."

"I don't understand, sir? Help me? How can you help me?" she asked with puzzlement.

The big monk sat down beside her and took her hands in his. "A few minutes ago you wanted something, my child. At that moment you wanted it more than anything in the world. I believe that God put me there so that I could give you what you wanted."

"But? I don't understand, Brother John?" the girl said questioningly, wondering what he meant.

"Think about it, my child. What was it that you wanted most, just before we met?"

The girls cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized what he must be talking about. Still, she wasn't sure what he meant by it, unless? Well, he was a religious man, but so was her priest. And her priest had acted in a most unreligious way with her. Was he planning to do the same to her? Jan stirred uneasily on the sofa.

"But, sir? You can't mean? Oh, Brother John? I want to go home." the teenager said timourously. "Please? What are you doing?"

The horny monk was unbuttoning the front of her dress which she had only partly fastened as she'd left Jim's car. "I think we should extinguish the fire that your boyfriend ignited, Jan. And I believe I have just the hose to do that with."

"Oh, please, sir? I want to go home?" she whimpered, knowing now what he planned to do. "You can't? Won't? Oh, please, sir?" the busty teenager pleaded in fright that was tinged with a lewd curiosity.

"I've never followed another into God's glorious grotto before," she heard him say as his fingers insinuated themselves between her thighs to touch her silken haired pussy. "But, tonight, I think you need someone to finish what was started. Do you agree yet, Jan?"

The girl sat there, submissively, as his fingers played with the cum-greased lips of her vulva. Despite her unease, she felt a resurgence of the lewd desires that Jim had aroused in her and, when his other hand hefted her weighty breasts, she shuddered from the erotic sensation.

"Please, Brother John? You shouldn't do this?" she whimpered. "It's late and I have to go? Please?"

"Lie down now, Jan." he said and, remembering the way she seemed to like talking about sex, he added. "Your cunt is throbbing, isn't it? You want to be fucked again the way Father Murphy fucked you yesterday, don't you? Isn't that why you let your boyfriend try? Now that you've had it, you want more? Now, lie down!"

Obediently, the girl lay back on the sofa and submissively, she allowed the horny monk to position her legs wide apart, her feet on the floor on either side of the narrow couch. She looked up apprehensively as he knelt over her.

"Will this put out the fire, Jan?" he asked as he took one of her hands and placed it on his hugely projecting shaft.

"Ohhhh God?" she whimpered as her fingers first touched the massive fleshpole. "Oohhh nooo..." she whined as she explored its dimensions. "You can't, sir? Not with that? It's too big? You'll kill me?"

Using the bulbous tip as a finger, he caressed the greasy slit of her plump pussy as he said, "You wanted more than Jim gave you ... and, yesterday, you begged for more from Father Murphy. You're not as big as your sister but I know this won't kill you, my child." Then, slowly, he began to insert the huge tool into the well lubricated vestibule of her soft, elastic vagina.

The hour of foreplay she had enjoyed before Jim's hasty and very premature ejaculation had left her in a state of frustration. Now, as the hot thickness of the monk's penis stretched her recently virginal sheath, she tensed with renewed erotic arousal. For the moment, his comment about her younger sister did not register on her lust-fogged brain.

"Hannnhh? ... Sirrrr?" she moaned as she felt her young and inexperienced cunt being dilated by the gargantuan weapon. Both of her hands were now holding it in a defensive way. She strained her shapely legs wider apart in an attempt to relieve the pressure inside her that threatened to split her small but well rounded body asunder. "Hannhh ... Sirrr ... It's too big!"

"We'll see about that, my child." the immoral monk said softly. "I won't give you more than you ask for." and with seven inches immersed in the cum-wetted sheath, he began to fuck her slowly.

"So, Father Murphy broke your cherry, did he?" the young friar said as he grasped her large breasts and gently mauled the pliant fleshbags. "And then you went right out and fucked your boyfriend? Father Murphy was right when he said you were ready to be fucked, wasn't he, Jan?"

"Hannh, sir? Hannh? I guess so?" she moaned as the steady, rhythmic thrusts of his thick organ sent wave after wave of delightful sensation coursing through her loins. She raised her head off the couch to look down to where her slender body was being stuffed by his mammoth organ and she tightened her grip on the hard shaft as if to prevent it from entering any deeper. He was already in farther than the priest had gone and she gazed in awe at the remaining unsheathed length.

Oh, God, she thought. He'll kill me if he forces me to take all of that? But he was making no effort to bury more of the big treetrunk inside her and she allowed herself to simply enjoy the delicious thrills her hugely dilated vagina was sending out. She could tell that she was about to cum and, instinctively, she tilted the flat plane of her shapely hips to accept his thrusts.

"Are you going to cum, Jan?" he asked as he shifted slightly higher so that the veined shaft was sliding over her erect clit.