“Your Reverence already knows.” “I know nothing!” he replied. “You must show me everything. Did you lie underneath the man or on top?” “Sometimes one way, sometimes the other way.”
“Well, how did you lie underneath?” I lay down across the bed on my back, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. “Is that the way you lay?” “Yes, yes, your Reverence,” I answered. “But you have your dress on. It would be impossible for the tempter to reach your parts. Did he raise your dress?” “Yes.” “Perhaps like this?” He lifted my skirts so that my legs and my blonde-haired mound were bared. I spread my legs apart, panting with anticipation. He stepped between my knees, laid his fat belly on mine, although he was still standing. “Did he penetrate you like this, to satisfy your passions?” “Yes.” Still standing, he pushed his blessed spear into my canal. I was obliged to assist him as he slowly pushed it in. I could not see his face, but heard him cough and groan. I held him tightly. I was so passionate that I was dying to be poked-more so now, knowing that it was not a sin. Then, suddenly, I realized that the priest was only playing with me-just shamming in order to get a “piece.” Yet in my heart I felt that he really had the power to forgive me my sins. As he stood there motionless, neither pushing in nor pulling out, I began working my hips up and down, which caused more coughing and groaning. “Your Reverence,” I whispered. “What now,” he said. “It was not like this.” “How then?” “My partners were moving vigorously in and out of me.” He began to work-forward and back, out and in.
“Perhaps like that?” “Oh, yes!” I cried. “Like that, only quicker and harder!” “You dear child,” he said, “tell me every-thing-talk to me! “Oh! Oh! That is it! Oh-that is so good-oh, your Reverence-now 'go off'!- I am coming-I can't help it-it feels so good-what your Reverence is doing!” He was leaning over me as far as his fat stomach would permit. His fat face was blue and his eyes looked like those of a stuck calf. He was poking like a “billy goat,” whispering: “Oh, take it all in-so-so-it won't hurt you- you are a dear girl-and you want me to 'squirt'- I'll do it!-I'll save you-I will 'come'-” “Your Reverence,” I whispered, “I also sinned with my titties!” “How so?” he said, as he stared at me.
“Because-oh-oh-I am coming again!-while poking I always had them played with and kissed and sucked and fondled.” I wanted him to do the same but his belly was so big that he could not reach them. He had to brace himself with his hands to keep his position. “That will come later-I will attend to your titties later,” he stammered as he worked away. “Just let me 'go off' now-keep on working-Oh, my dear-Oh! But you do know how!-Just let me finish in you-I will attend to your titties later; I am 'coming'-Oh, goodness-but that is good!-”
And stammering thus, he began to squirt. He rid himself of an awful charge, wetting everything. When he had finished, he said: “You see, my dear, I have been initiated and have imitated your seducer's vulgar speeches, so that now the evil spirits will hold no more power over you!” I sat on the edge of the bed and with his handkerchief I wiped away the flood which he had left between my legs. I was convinced that he had been lying to me, but I said nothing. To be poked was to be poked. Father Mayer now was in the same class with Mr. Horak and Mr. Eckhard, only I was more interested in him because he was more refined. I looked up to him with great respect, because, as I thought, he had shown me a preference in poking me and I still believed that he had the power to forgive my sins.
He sat down in the arm-chair and called to me: “Now, come here. I will attend to your breasts, as you wished it.” He unbuttoned my dress and took out my little titties, which stood out like billiard balls. The nipples were like two little strawberries. He was undoubtedly fond of fresh fruit, as he took one after the other in his mouth and sucked them until they were blood-red. After doing this for some time, with a lot of grunting and hard breathing, he asked: “Is this the right way?” “Yes,” I answered, “that is fine.” “Well, and were you always as lazy as this while your titties were being played with?” as he made them bob up and down. “Didn't you do anything -didn't you play with your lover's lance?”
I realized now what he wanted and I began playing with his weapon, but it was flaccid and would not stand. “Sit on the table,” he commanded. I did. He braced my feet on his knees.
“Now,” he said, “we will have the best of all!” I did not know what he meant, but I just smiled. “Yes,” my priest remarked, “now I will cleanse you of all the sinning you have done.” At that he raised my dress so that my grotto was bare. He placed my legs over his shoulders and put his head between my legs. I had to brace myself with my elbows to keep from falling back. Putting his mouth to the orifice he began to lick me with his tongue. I could feel his hot breath. I still did not know what he was about to do, but I hoped for something pleasant. A strange feeling came over me as I felt his lips pressed against my slit. He ran his tongue in it from the bottom to the top. I had never experienced such bliss and rapture before. Heretofore, I had sucked the men, but this good Father was the first one to use his tongue on me! I squeezed my lips together as though I were receiving a new kind of shaft. Finally my perverse priest raised his head and inquired if I liked what he had done to me.
Trembling and filled with curiosity, I replied that I certainly did! When he again inserted the tip of his tongue the pleasure was so great that it pained me. He asked: “Has anyone ever done this to you before?” “No,” I answered, raising my seat so that my grotto presented a vegetable cup. “That will cleanse you-that will free you of all sins,” he said, and I grabbed his head, pushing it down so that he could make better use of his mouth and tongue than by talking.
Now he began, first playing with his tongue around my twig. I felt as though an electric current were shooting through my entire body. The innermost regions of my soul seemed electrified as he touched me with his tongue! I lost my breath. The room seemed to be going round and round. I closed my eyes. All at once-he pushed his tongue all the way up into my gaping cleft. I danced a jig on the table. Lord, what was plain poking compared to this? As I jumped up and down, I rubbed my mound all over his face. I felt his tongue shoot away into me. Soon I 'went off.' I felt as though he were sucking out my whole insides! This was far better than any poke I had ever experienced. I had but one thought, that of a big slippery shaft going into me, clear to my stomach. “I am coming again-always coming-!” I yelled. “Oh, this is heaven-it has never been so good as this-oh, poke me, your Reverence-please-I'll cry and scream.” He sat up, his face blue and his mouth covered with slimy froth.
“Come,” he mumbled, “sit on me and you can have my spear once more.” He leaned back. I held on to the arms of the chair. I could only reach the head of his tool, for his big belly was in the way. He held on to my titties so that I would not fall off. In this manner we accomplished another “round,” which, we both enjoyed hugely.
Letting me down from his lap, he now handed me a towel. I arranged my clothing and waited for further developments, but nothing occurred. He bade me go, saying: “I will pray for you. In the morning come to me in the church for confession.” I kissed his hand and went. As he was about to unlock the door, someone knocked. He opened the door and I saw one of my schoolmates. He cut her short, saying: “I have no time for you today; come tomorrow.”
He let me out and locked the door behind us. She and I walked home together and talked a great deal. Her name was Melani. She was the daughter of the inn keeper, and she looked the part. Although she was only thirteen, she was very stout. Her feet spread apart as she walked. Her bottom was large and broad. Her titties were so large that she could not see her navel.