THE INDULGENT MONK

He woke in his tiny monastery cell. Oh, God! It had been another of those impudent erotic dreams he had so often. His shaft so hard it hurt. Spending life without a cunt to shove in proved frustrating. In his dream, the smiths wife, who came all too often to confess, had bunched up his habit, which tented over his hard fat member, and No! Dont remember it. Too late. His hand had already gone to his unnaturally big manhood. He panted, his hand moving up and down it. The smiths wife in his dream had gone on all her fours, so that he could Oh, oh, oh, he groaned. His spunk spilling profusely on the stone wall. Suddenly, the cell door opened. The abbot came in, surely attracted by the noises of his selfindulgence. The monk still had his deflated sticky member in his equally sticky hands. Ten minutes later, the abbot had provided him with a chastity belt made of iron, locks and chains to it. It fit loosely on his member, but he wouldnt be able tohandle it to spill his useless seed. The pieces clanged around his soft shaft, hanging heavily from his manhood. It made a volume under his habit though. As he went to the kitchen to help, the kitchen maid soon noticed. Before the Vespers prayers, she pushed him into the larder and closed the door. He stood so stunned he offered no resistance. I want to see it. Without ceremony, she lifted his coarse habit and looked at his decorated member. Her eyes undeniably hungry, his member started to harden, filling up the dull metal frame. The engorged glans pointed out of the frame shiny and eager. The maid knelt in front of him, taking the glans in her mouth, as her hand covered his balls. The sensation so shockingly delicious, he almost feinted. She licked his glans, as it tasted like a banquet. Her tongue swirled, making the metal clink. His back found the wall, head falling back. Her hand closed over the metal frame, its heat filtering to his enormous shaft. She could access only the tip of him, causing him pleasure and frustration in one single suck. Hm, I want to enjoy it inside me. She murmured licking more quickly. The idea of thrusting his enormous instrument inside her took him out of control, moving his pelvis into her mouth. He seemed to have grown trice his deflated size. She smelled sweat flesh and cunt, his fantasies soaring. Trembling all over, his seed spewed in her mouth abundantly. His knees gave and he slid to the floor spent, as his member shrunk depressively. The vesper bells tolled and he rushed to the chapel, the belt clanging around his empty rod. That night he dreamed he fucked the maid, chastity belt and all. In his dream he came so desperately he awoke all wet and sticky. Next day, the maid pushed him inside the larder again and bared her globe breasts, offering him to suck them. He did. He sucked, nipped, licked as much as he wanted. The result being he got hard as a rock and leaky. She lifted her skirts and bent forward, motioning him to enter her. He could only enter his engorged big glans, her hot wet tunnel a paradise no promise of hell would make him avoid. He shoved unsatisfactory in her entrance, glutton to squirt. Grunting, he thrust and thrust. Oh, it should go deep! She complained. Id squeeze you when I came. The image of fucking her to the hilt undid him, leading him to pour in her so shallow, that all his seed leaked to the floor. Shed come too, as she had been fingering herself uninhibitedly. She turned to pat his deflated member. Good boy!

Taking a large wooden bucket filled with water, she made him crouch on it and washed him with a soaped cloth, water dribbling from the frame, as she struggled with the belt to sneak the cloth in between the rings. Her handling stimulated the fat member again; he grew hard. She sent him a naughty smile and didnt satisfy him. The monk rewarded her favour, washing her. She sat her large buttocks on the bucket, his soapy fingers on her sleek clitoris, while his mouth sucked her breasts hungrily. His hard belted penis rested near her. She came intensely, saying that her tunnel needed his thick mast. His stone phallus wanted nothing more than that. It ached, shedding tears of readiness. That night she sneaked into his cell in the moonlight. Awaking him, she showed the chastity belt key. I did a hand job to the abbot and stole it. She said triumphantly. She undressed him from his coarse habit and released his half-aroused dick. The locks and chains clinking, the belt went to the stone floor. She slid her hand over all his shaft and balls, making him hard instantly. Exhilarated, he could feel the caress in full. While she bent over him, to have more access to his stunning instrument, he took her breast in his mouth, savouring the big globe. Her ministrations brought him to breaking point. With urgency, he turned her to the wall and shoved his fat stony cock in her. But he was so on the edge, that he spilled clumsily before even finishing entering her. Frustrated, he fell on the bed. Oh, poor virgin monk. She consoled him. In a moment, well start again. Meanwhile, he fondled her breasts, suckled on them; his fingers found her sex, trickling with his cum, and fingered her. When she sensed him ready for more, she lowered her head and took all of him in her mouth. Exhaling, he fell back on the wall and enjoyed the rhythmic movement of her soft warm mouth and tongue. He could take it no longer. He made her squat in his tiny cot and entered her from behind. It felt glorious. Hed burn in hell; the memory of this wrenching pleasure would follow him forever. He thrust so deep that his pubic hair became wet with her juices. He thrust, thrust blind, his arms as iron around her. The cot shook violently as he rammed faster and faster in between grunts, his balls trampling her. He felt his enormous phallus become harder and bigger. He forced his huge member forward, her butt rattling with his impaling. She came, squeezing him tight with her vagina, heaven just seconds away. He shoved and heaved and lunged, panting, sweating, grunting, his hands on her jolting breasts. He felt his spunk traveling to his shaft. He impaled her deeper, quicker until his convulsion made him pour abundantly in her, never stopping thrusting, to the last drop. Sated and exhausted, he fell on his back, floppy sticky member; and watched as his cum oozed from her smug tunnel.

Lisa Torquay February, 2014