Kiss-The-Serpent

It was late Sunday evening and the sound of church bells filled my head. It was still very hot and sticky. Sitting in the uncomfortable hardwood pew, I looked up at the oppressive gothic ceiling of this gaudily old medieval church. It had seen better days and the centuries of filth actually made it look more ominous and imposing.

It was to be the last mass for the day and the ruggedly handsome priest stood in the pulpit to give his sermon to the faithful; he spoke slowly and deliberately; his voice drifted across, as if the sermon were directed at me. Maybe it was.

"And so it was that the great serpent walked erect like Adam and Eve and was equal in height. It could talk and was in the habit of conversing with the first woman on earth. It was clever enough to meddle in the life of the first humans and to offer them the benefit of counsel. To be sure, it was bad advice; slyly it induced Eve to desire the fruit of the forbidden tree. Gently and cleverly it pointed the way to disobedience of the divine command. And as the woman fell to the serpents will, so did man.

It was by the guile of the serpent that Adam and Eve were driven out of the Garden of Eden towards a life of sufferance. For the serpent lusted for Eve. It had seen Adam and Eve in their conjugal act and was animated by a passion for sexuality. It sort a union with Eve; an evil and corrupt union; the serpent is the first illicit desire of sex, the first thwarted passion of love, the first struggle with animal desires that transgressed and perverted love of all that is divine."

His words cast a strange spell over me. His imposing character and strong face expressed his deep appreciation of this story. My little cock was rock hard and made a damp patch against the fabric of my shorts. As my mind filled with images of falling on my knees to suck his nice big juicy cock beneath his religious vestments; to taste his delicious pre-cum and suck his hairy old sacks dry.

The priest called forth the small congregation receive communion. I watched my Aunt kneel at his feet and receive the "Body of Christ" I watched her tongue extend to lick the tips of his fingers as she received the wafer. He leaned forward, with words only for her ears. Then they both glanced back silently over at me. I wanted to taste his piss. I wanted to be drenched in it.

I waited silently excited, as the service continued, with more prayers and songs of praise from the choir of alto young voices. I exchange a glance or two with a young feminine boy in the choir; he looked uncomfortable with my measured stare, as we looked at each other just a little bit too long, suck, fuck, suck, this priest was making me sex crazy.

As mass ended my sexy aunt sat next to me. She placed her coat across my lap and fondled my private parts discretely. She told me to be patient, that I am to be tested by high priest later in the church library. Testing sounded serious, but exciting at the same time, I hoped that the testing would involve something nasty.

As the church emptied slowly, we remained behind until the last of the faithful have finally gone home and the church helpers had closed the doors. Finally the hall was empty and my aunt stood up, she lent back against the rear of the pew in front of me.

She lifted the hem of her short shirt to show me that she had no underwear beneath her skirt. As she exposed herself, she pulled my face forward against her hot sex. She tasted of salty urine. I sucked hungrily at her labia, pushing my tongue between her pussy flesh and into her wet fuck tunnel as she gyrated against my face.

It felt dirty doing it in a holy place, the House of God, FUCK JESUS, FUCK

GOD, worship Satan. I thought. I wanted to do much more, but my Aunt pushed me back against the wooden pew. She pulled her skirt back down and wiped my face with her hanky. She tongue kissed me, tasting her own juices in my mouth, and led me through the doorway towards the church library.

She knocked on the old solid-wood door and awaited a response. Someone observed us through the peephole and I could hear the unbolting of locks as the door opened.

The young choirboy, that I had stared at during the service, attended to us at the doorway. Close up he looked good enough to eat. His soft blond pageboy hairstyle framed his pretty face and made him look no older than about eight or nine years old. His effeminate gestures made me want to fuck him even more. He silently ushered us into the library and locked the door behind us.

Inside the sparsely appointed library, that was not very much bigger than a double garage, there were a few high-backed wooden chairs, a long desk, a couple of stalls and a red cushioned prie-dieu. The walls of the library were filled with rows of old dusty volumes.

The handsome priest sat at the desk pawing over a leather-bound book opened across it. He looked up for the heavy publication and acknowledged us. My aunt sounded very subservient as she introduced me as the boy that she had spoken about. The priest responded with a knowing nod telling her that she had done the right thing to bring me to him. He looked at my aunt sternly and said that I smell of her cunt on my face, that I was to serve only the Serpent, she went to respond, but he told her that she was to be silent and only to observe. He offered her his hand and she sucked his forefinger, bowed demurely and sat on one of the high-backed chairs to one side.

He pointed to a stool in front of the desk. His hungry dark and piercing eyes viewed me like a piece of meat to be consumed. He asked if I had understood the service; was I familiar with the stories of the serpent? I nodded. He added that, in fact, it was the Serpent that gave Adam and Eve the gift of carnal knowledge; did I know what carnal knowledge was? He did not wait for an answer. He continued to say that my aunt was a devout believer, a loyal servant of the faith, that she had asked the high priest to help me understand the WAY OF THE SERPENT, that it was a divine and sacred creature, that I was in fact, privileged to be considered to offer ones service.

He told the choirboy to remove his vestments and to pray for purity of thought and the nervous kid knelt naked at the prie-dieu, praying his little heart out load. "Bless me father this, forgive me father that."

Then the priest called me to sit on his lap. Dirty fuck, I thought, I know what he wants, and sure enough, as I sat on the edge of his knee, his hot hands held my narrow waist and drew me closer to his burning crotch. I could feel his erection pushing against my rear and I wriggled against it to tease the old fuck. He was now obviously panting with anticipation. He whispered obscenities in my ear, as his hot tongue snaked its way across my earlobe; that there were many new pleasures to experience in the Service of the Serpent.

The old book had a metallic medieval-looking crest across its battered old leather jacket. The priest explained that this symbolized the Serpent; that consuming its own tail formed a circle of eternity; my thoughts flashed back to my dream.

He opened the heavy cover and gestured to an illustration on the open page. It was a drawing of several naked young boys performing oral sex on each other; have you consumed a serpent tail before? He asked pointing towards two boys in a sixty-nine, sucking each others cocks. I was dripping pre-cum inside my shorts. He turned the page and there were more illustrations of naked boys and adult men this time, performing more oral sex; the next showed more naked figures; some locked together as the older men sodomized the young boys.

He began to rub against my backside more vigorously, obviously enjoying this sensation as we looked at this highly pornographic book. I could smell his sexual arousal; he asked me how the pictures made me feel; and I responded by moving my hand behind me and openly rubbed directly against his bulging cock, masturbating his hard-on through his thin priestly gown. It felt so long and thick. He groaned in approval. He said that I learned quickly and that it pleased him that I understand the WAY OF THE SERPENT.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my aunt sitting wide-legged, one of her hands was busy between her legs, the other beneath her top; the distinctive shape of her fingers wrapped around her tiny breasts; as she got off on what she saw.

He lifted me from his lap. He told me to "Undress as it was in Garden of

Eden". The priest placed the book on the angled prayer table of the prie-dieu. He left it open upon the last page that I had seen. The situation was making me very horny and I was dying to have sex with the petite blond boy praying to himself; he told me stand besides the prie-dieu as he fondled the choirboyís exposed small bubble butt and tiny little flaccid penis. He quickly pulled his vestments over his head and was naked too; his rigid cock looked huge in comparison to ours. From between his large hairy thighs, it stood as thick as my arm, its veined shaft and bulbous knob looked angry and blood red.

He bent forward, lifting the face of the coy choirboy and roughly tongue-kissed him. The boy seemed rather unwilling and resistant to his sexual advances. He seemed to gag as the high priests thick tongue filled his small orifice; squirmed and whimpered against his full mouth. As the priests big hands roughly fondled the boys smooth ass cheeks, I could see that the choirboy had started to sob.

The high priest acted completely indifferent to the boys apparent suffering and instructed him to stroke his cock; sobbing, his two shy little hands tried hard to clasp around its thick girth, drawing its loose foreskin back and forth over the angry bulbous head that was now dripping a river of clear pre-cum.

Returning our attention to his book, as the priest turned each cum-stained page, the illustrations became more and more perverse ñ boys with boys, boys with men, men with men, oral copulation, masturbation, analingus, bum-fucking. It was a constant orgy of depravity, filled with degradations of all kinds; bondage, punishment, whipping, pissing, shitting, bestiality and ritual rape. He pushed his forefinger into my mouth and moved it in and out in a fucking motion and sucked hungrily on his thick digit as I masturbated myself. He grunted in approval.

My hand eagerly pumped my cock, roughly in time with the high priests masturbation as he turned each page. The last page depicted a grouping of naked entwined bodies gathered around in worship of a mythical looking beast; an androgynous demon, a twin-sexed goddess, who was urinating over them with an enormous serpent-like cock. Could they be worshipping my MONSTER?

My enjoyment of these images was very obvious to the priest, who recognized my interest like an evil mentor; and it was even more obvious that it was not so with the awkward choirboy; his uneasiness became complete anxiety, he looked confused and afraid; his efforts to please the priests cock were met with disgruntled impatience of the lack of satisfaction.

"Rub it harder, Harder, HARDER boy!"

The priest seemed to relish the choirboys suffering, ordering him to suck his greasy cock. Reluctantly he complied with the priests orders and placed his mouth around the tip of his nasty fat cock; his little contorted face was flushed with disgust from the taste of the oozing pre-cum that now drenched his small lips and lower face.

His pathetic demeanor only made me desire him more. I asked the high priest, if it would please him, to watch me use him, like his sexy pictures showed?

"Wait your turn boy; watch and learn what it means to Kiss-the-Serpent" the high priest told me. I exchanged glances with eager my aunt, who had already orgasmed several times during my testing.

The nasty priest wrapped his hairy forearms around the torso of the naked boy and pulled him towards is groin; lifting the choirboy in the air, positioning his bottom just above his massive cock. I knelt down for a better view as he made the boy Kiss-the-Serpent.

As the priest pressed the head of his cock against the choirboys tight virgin sphincter, the realization of what was about to happen to him sent him into instant panic. The young boy began to twist and turn against the priests firm grip; he clenched against the impending downward movement that would impale his rectum upon the hungry perverted priest.

"Kiss-the-Serpent. Kiss-the-Serpent" chanted the priest and my aunt over and over.

Excitedly, I joined their chant, just whispering at first, my voice getting increasing louder as I watched in complete awe. His powerful arms controlled the downward movement of the struggling boy. I could clearly see the thick crown of his veined cock spearing the furrow of the boys ass cheeks.

The choirboy continuously whimpered and yelped, though his body went limp, as he no longer had the energy to resist his sodomy. By now at three or four inches of the priests cock was already inside him. The priest pulled back and then thrust upwards filling the boys bowels, churning his insides; drawing it back and mercilessly thrusting again and again until he was balls deep.

With the choirboy daggling against the priests heaving chest and muscular stomach with his cock completely buried inside the boy. The priest grunted in his efforts to orgasm and gave me a grimaced smile that encouraged me to masturbate even more furiously, jerking as I sprayed my clear boy cum over myself; how I longed forward the opportunity to Kiss-the-Serpent.

Finally the priest groaned as the choirboy slid from the priests spent cock. The boy lay facedown on the stone floor of the library. He did not move much; he just curled into a ball and continued to quietly cry.

The priest sat done against the high back chair and beckoned me forward. I quickly moved between his knees and knelt in front of him. His big cock was still rigid and covered in a concoction of semen, blood and boy shit.

"Clean me boy. Pay homage to the Kiss-of-the-Serpent."

I quickly looked over my shoulder at my aunt, who was watching intently. Her eyes were glazed over with lust at the sight of me performing ass-to-mouth on the high priest. Placing his hands upon the back of my head he steered me forward. As I lent towards is groin, my tiny hands wrapped around the base of his shaft, guiding the putrid cock between my hungry lips.

"Arrrghhh. That is it boy. Lick it. Suck it. Worship it!" Cried the priest as he urinated into the back of my throat.

I gulped at his heady brew, tasting the strong salty liquid as it quickly filled my mouth with more fluids than I could swallow. Soon my face and torso was drenched in his hot piss; after which I knew instinctually what to do.

Without another word, I mounted his thick hairy legs and positioned myself above his priestly cock. And once face-to-face with the priest, I kissed his mouth as I lowered myself upon his throbbing organ.

I thought about all the things that I had managed to fuck my ass with; this was the largest, and the most exciting. Despite my recent cum, my pricklet was once again erect and oozing its own pre-cum.

The priests fingers wrapped around my tiny little cock rubbing it in its own wetness and then bringing his wet digits to my mouth. I sucked his fingers as he commanded me to Kiss-the-Serpent.

Using all my body weight I forced myself down upon his thick rod. It was painful at first and felt like it would never fit. I pushed harder, using one of my hands to pull the cheeks of my ass apart, so that I could accommodate his rigid cock.

"Kiss-the-Serpent. Kiss-the-Serpent." I could hear my aunt chanting, encouraging me to take more of the priest into my delicate hole. I felt stuffed and stretched; and the burning sensation was tremendous, though I had only managed to take half of its length inside me. Suddenly with an audible pop, I felt myself slide down the rest of his shaft until my bum cheeks were hard against his hairy legs.

Again without instructions, I instinctually drew myself up, raising my small frame along the length of this cock and then downward again in slow, even strokes.

The priest filled my mouth with his rough tongue and I moaned lewdly into his open mouth. The pressure against my prostate was incredible and though his cock was thick and long. I began to glide back and forth increasing the tempo with the increasing pleasure that warmed my guts. I wanted him inside me, I wanted to be impaled on his unholy meat. I wanted to be filled with his evil Semen. I wanted to Kiss-the-Serpent.

My aunt had drawn the choirboy between her open legs and she bucked against his unwilling face as she watched me ass fuck the priest with every sinew of my being.

Lost in the illicit pleasure of sodomizing me and no longer able to control himself, I could feel the priests strong hands now holding my waist as he matched my rhythm, pushing harder and harder against my perineum. He grunted with stern effort, spurting his seed deep inside me, bucking fiercely with the tight muscles of my anus milking his balls. The hotness inside of me triggered my own delight as my untouched cock quivered in an almost dry orgasm.