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 The Good Cardinal 3
   By Bruce the Las Vegas Lipsmacker
   (Mf, Mf, Oldman-fgg, Rape)
   May 1938:
   Pope Pius XI was very pleased with the Cardinal's work in Ireland.  He
had received many good reports about his favorite new Cardinal.  Mahoney
had written the Pope many letters requesting that the Pope secretly visit
him in Ireland.  The Pope could stay with him, at his estate.  After many
letters were exchanged, Mahoney prevailed upon the Pope and, he decided to
visit on his birthday, he would be 81.
   Because of the spies in the church it had come to the attention, of 55
year old Arch-Bishop Coe, that the Pope would be making a secret visit. 
Arch-Bishop Coe was the man that was in line for the Cardinalship that
Cardinal Mahoney ultimately received.  They came up in the church together,
Mahoney entering at 21 years of age and Coe deciding to enter at the older
age of 31.  Coe staying mainly in the Great Britain area, Mahoney traveling
the World.
   The Arch-Bishop's estate:
   "This way your Eminence." a young priest lead the Cardinal though the
mahogany filled entrance way, straight to the office of the Arch-Bishop.
   They walked right in, the Arch-Bishop was seated behind his desk.  He
was expecting and indeed had invited the Good Cardinal.  They smiled and
greeted each other with a nod as their eyes met.
   "Will there be anything else, your Excellency?" the young priest asked
his superior.
   "Leave us." ordered the Arch-Bishop.  The servant left after bowing to
the two gentlemen.  Mahoney and Coe sat silently waiting, until they were
completely alone.
   "How are you doing old man?" Mahoney asked, talking first then taking a
seat in front of Coe's desk.
   "You like brandy, right?  Let me get you a drink, my friend." Coe said,
getting up from behind his desk and walking to a small cabinet.
   "What do you want Coe?  Come on, I am very busy." Mahoney said, looking
down and dusting off his robe.
   "Too busy fucking little girls?" Coe said softly, almost in a whisper as
he poured the brandy.
   "What was that?" Mahoney turned his head quickly.
   "I said, too busy to talk to an old friend?" Coe smiled as he handed a
glass of blackberry brandy to the Cardinal.  "I want in.  I want a moment
of the Pope's time.  Let me meet with him.  Do me this favor, I can repay
it tenfold.  I have gifts for him......and you."
   "The Pope is very busy.  Plus, if you need to see him go to the Vatican
like everyone else."
   Coe was a man used to getting what he wanted, he walked back to his desk
and pulled down on a thick yellow rope that hung from the ceiling.  A
moment later two beautiful young nuns, in training, walked out of a door.
They were alone, their heads were slightly bowed.  Their hands clasped,
their bodies covered from head to foot in blue-gray, with white surrounding
their head, neck and chests.  The only things exposed were their hands and
faces.
   "Oh, what innocent pretty faces." Mahoney thought to himself.
   Coe looked at Mahoney and back at the two very young, teen girls.  He
knew what the Cardinal was thinking.  "They have been in a convent for six
months.  They are not nuns yet.  But, they are loyal and will do as they
are told."
   They were very small teens, barely five feet tall.  Mahoney noticed one
looked particularly innocent, she had big light brown eyes, he loved big
eyes.
   "What's their age?" Mahoney asked as he put down his brandy and stood
up, he walked towards the one he liked.
   "Sixteen." answered Coe.
   "A little old, don't you think?" Mahoney asked, as he reached for the
chin of the girl he was attracted to.  He lifted her face up a bit, her
skin was clear and flawless.  She slowly looked him in the eye then,
returned her eyes to the floor.  He bent over a little so he could kiss her
lips.  After kissing her, he pulled back his head to look at her then,
leaned back down to lick her mouth.  She stood still as he slid his tongue
across her closed lips.  He took the liberty of grabbing her boobs, they
felt big and firm.
   Mahoney put his arm around her shoulder and walked her over to a big
wooden table then, pushed the nun over until her upper body laid flat on
it. The girl brought her little hands up to about shoulder level to relieve
some of the pressure off her breast but, moved nothing else.  Coe called
over the other young nun with the wave of his hand.
   When she got to him he bent her over the same big table, her toes
remained on the floor, she remained quiet as she looked at her friend from
the opposite side.  Had they been sitting at the table to eat, they would
have been facing each other but, they were not there to eat.  They knew
what was going to happen to them, it had already happened several times
over the last six months.
   Hailey and Isabel had wanted to be nuns ever since they were very young
little girls.  They were raised to love the church by their parents and
grand parents.  They finally joined together, a few months before turning
16.  They had learned discipline in the convent and had been taught things
that they had no idea they'd be learning.  There was more to being a nun
than they had ever imagined.
   Mahoney grabbed Hailey's ass and squeezed it tight with his right hand
as his left held her neck down tight.  He loved being in a dominate
position, he loved hurting pretty girls even when it wasn't necessary.
   New nuns were trained to keep their mouths shut and to suffer in
silence. Mahoney and Coe wanted to see how much the young nuns could endure
before crying out.  To them, nuns were nothing more than, warm, moist,
tight, soft, little boxes.  Something to be used to relieve themselves in.
Their semen was never wasted on the floor of a shower.
   "Sixteen?  I don't know." Mahoney stated as he lifted up her long gray
dress.  "Let's see what this bitch has."
   He reached around to her front and unbuttoned her white loose
undergarments then pulled them down to reveal a nice pair of clean white
cotton panties.  He pulled them up fast and hard by the waist band, until
they wedged up in her small tight ass.  Although it hurt her, she didn't
make a sound.  He examined her like a piece of meat, her cheeks were nice,
pale and smooth.  He leaned over and pressed his nose into her crack.  She
smelled natural and clean.
   He decided she was young, clean and small enough to give it a go.  He
grabbed her panties where they had bunched up between her ass crack, made a
fist and pulled them up and back with all his might, while he held her down
by her neck.  Her cotton panties stretched beyond what they could handle.
   "Ahhhm.  she grimaced as her small panties busted.
   He threw the white rag, in his hand, down to the floor.  She was naked
from the waist down, except for her socks and shoes.  Her body was bent
over and her little ass was sticking up in the air, her toes barely
touching the floor.  He could see her pussy slit from behind because her
hair was light brown and neatly trimmed.
   He unbuttoned the front of his robe and pulled out his cock then rubbed
his fat hard head up and down her slit.  When he found her opening, he
pushed in, hard!  She was so tight her pussy felt like it was closed for
business, it hurt the tip of his cock.  She jerked up and back as the 45
year old man forced himself in her hot teen hole.  She had learned that
part of being a nun was being married, to the men of the church.
   He rocked himself in and out as he looked down at her pretty white
flawless ass.  His cock fit snugly in her warm tightness, it felt wonderful
to see her pink thin pussy skin trying to hold on to his hard cock, as he
pulled it out then shoved it back in.  He looked across the table and
noticed his 55 year old friend Coe, holding his sixteen year old girl by
the waist, as he pumped the kid fast and without mercy.  Coe looked angry.
They nodded to each other, they knew these teens would make great nuns.
   "How's the fit?" Coe asked, grunting.
   "Good!  Nice and snug!" the Cardinal answered, breathing hard as he
continued to pound the tight delicate pink hole.  He glanced down at the
side of her pretty face.
   "Fuck, she is so pretty." he thought to himself.
   The girls looked at each other as their bodies were being used.  Both
girls laying with their right cheeks on the table.  The old men banged
their young slight bodies hard and fast, without let up.  Mahoney squeezed
Hailey's waist so hard, she knew, she would see bruises the next day.
   Mahoney's eye lids drooped.  The feeling this little teen was giving him
was something he would cherish.  The next time he fucked Annie, he might
think of Hailey.  The inside of her pussy seemed form fitted, just for him.
His cock got super hard as he came suddenly in the teen's warm body.
   He stood up tall, his hands leaving her sides, with his cockhead and
half his hard meat still inside her, as he continued to unload his semen.
He could feel his cock pulsate, so could she.  Then, he collapsed on top of
her slender body as his cock continued to jerk in her.  He wished he could
sleep right on top of the beautiful young nun, she was so comfortable.
   "Huh huh huh huh!" his big body jerked as he moved and bounced on the
small girl, smashing her breasts to the hard table.
   "Mumph, mumph, mumph." the youngster struggled to breathe.  But, again
she did not complain.
   "You came already?  You fuckin' lightweight!" Coe said as he pulled out
of his young nun in training.  He walked over to his desk, with his dick
still sticking out, he took a seat.  The young girl stood up, her dress
fell back down as she followed the old man to his desk.  She kneeled to
suck him as soon as he sat down.  He sat like a King while the young girl's
head bounced on his cock.
   Mahoney didn't want to leave his warm tight hole.  Hailey was born with
a perfect pussy, he fit in it very nicely.  But, he pulled his wet and cum
covered cock out of the teen, he closed his garment over his meat and
walked back to the chair, in front of Coe's desk.  The young girl he was in
stood up, her dress fell so that she was fully covered.  With her head held
high, she straightened her headdress and clothes.
   She followed the Cardinal back to his chair, with her head bowed, then
got down on her knees directly in front of him.  She reached into his robe,
between the big buttons, pulled out his wet cum soaked cock and cleaned off
the semen with her tongue.  The girl licked it up and down, like a pet
kitten licking it's paws, before covering it with her full red lips.  Her
head immediately began to bob on it as her little hands held it still, by
it's base.
   The Arch-Bishop was not ready to give up.  "So, can you get me a minute
with Pius?" he asked leaning back on the chair and putting his hands on top
of his head while the young future nun worked hard to keep his cock
semi-hard.
   "You seem desperate, Coe.  It's not becoming.  I'll see what I can do
but, I'll make no promises." Mahoney answered with his forearms laying on
the arm rest of the chair.  He looked down at the teen's wrapped head
moving up and down on his semi-hard cock.  She was working hard to keep his
cock from going limp.  She appeared to want more ball goo from her master.
Mahoney was too old for that.  His old body needed at least an hour to an
hour and a half to pump out more thick white stuff but, he still let her
suck.  It felt too good.
   Hailey and Isabel could suck a cock for a long time.  They were trained
not to stop until they had cum in their mouths.  They shut out the
conversation as much as they could.  It was their duty to the church to
concentrate on the job at hand.  The men of the church were royalty to them
and more important than any King or President.  They sucked with all their
might, like if they were in love with these two old men.  The older nuns
had advised them how to think, it helped them to perform at a very high
level.
   Mahoney stood, he had already cum and did not want to listen to an old
man beg.  The young nun's mouth and hand held him in place as he stood up.
After looking down at the teen and enjoying the sight and feel, he grabbed
his own cock then pushed the teen away from it.  He returned his cock to
it's place and walked towards the office door.  Hailey stood on her knees.
   "Hold on Mahoney!" Coe shouted as he stood and moved away from his
kneeling cock sucking nun.  His cock popped out of her mouth as saliva
followed it back into his purple robe.
   Coe followed Mahoney to the front of his house then, out the door then,
to the Cardinal's waiting car.  The whole time they walked, Coe talked. 
Mahoney nodded and assured him he would do what he could.  But, secretly
Mahoney knew the Pope was coming for one thing and one thing only.  There
would no time to meet with Coe.
   _________________________
   May 31 1938:
   Pope Pius XI landed on a small air strip a few miles away from the
Cardinal's estate.  The Pope needed a short vacation, the new leader of
Germany was in a rage, he had just days earlier made statements against
Czechoslovakia.  It was just a matter of time before a major war would
break out.  The Pope just hoped it would not be too big or last too long,
he wasn't feeling well.
   The Sun was going down as the Cardinal, Pope and two Vatican advisors
headed straight to Mahoney's estate.  The Pope hardly spoke, he resembled
an ancient druid, all dressed in black with a hood.  He was old and tired,
he knew his time on Earth was limited.  Cardinal Mahoney whispered in his
ear, the Pope nodded and smiled, he had been promised and looked forward to
an excellent night.
   The Pope walked into the Cardinal's home slowly and with the aid of a
cane.  Once inside his attendants untied his dark robe then gently pulled
it off his frail body.  The Cardinal's staff dropped to their knees, at
once, along with their master.  The Pope stood before them dressed all in
white but, he did not speak.
   "This way Papa." the Cardinal said to the Pope after kissing his ring
then standing back up.  He lead the old man to the kitchen area because it
had an elevator.  It would have been too much for the old man to walk up
the stairs plus, shortly he would be needing all his energy.
   The Pope's two attendants were lead away to their rooms, where dinner
awaited them.  Once Mahoney was completely alone with Pius, in the small
elevator, he talked a bit louder.
   "You are going to have a wonderful night, Papa.  You are finally going
to meet the three little girls, I trained just for you.  Do anything to
them that you like, they are here for you.  You will have a good time
before returning to Italy.  It will be like when you were a young man, back
in the 1870's." Mahoney said out loud, with a smile.
   The two men stepped out directly into the Cardinal's master bedroom.  It
was huge with a fireplace, desk, chairs, candles and an old fashioned white
tub that sat in the middle of the room.  It was brought in just for the
Pope's visit.  It was positioned just a few steps away from a king sized
bed.
   "Clap, clap."
   Mahoney tapped his hands together just loud enough for the girls to
hear. All three little girls walked out together, without a stitch of
clothing on.  The Pope's eyes went straight to their little pussies.  Some
Popes loved little boys, some loved little girls, Pius loved slit.  They
were scared and it showed in their trembling bodies.  He noticed the little
girls were cute but, the teen was exceptionally beautiful.
   They had seen his image only in pictures.  They believed, that his man
was not only the Pope but, in fact a King.  They would do anything to make
him happy, even giving up their lives.  They kneeled in front of him, their
hair was braided into pigtails.  The Pope always preferred that style, ever
since his time in Padua as a young man in his late twenty's.
   What fourteen year old Annie and the two six year old girls, Rebbecca
and Nora, saw was an old man that stood bent over so that he appeared to
have a slight hunch on his back.  He had a wrinkled face with an ugly black
mole on the left side below his cheek but, above his mouth.  His nose was
big with a bump on the bridge, his nostrils were long and dark, like a
cave. He wore glasses, when he removed his small white cap they saw that
his head was bald with just a few strands of white hair popping up on top.
   "Do you want me to leave now, Papa?" Mahoney asked with respect.
   The girls shook in fear but kept their eyes on the two old men that
stood before them.  They had never seen the Cardinal give way to anyone
before.  It showed them that this old man was very special.  The Pope
touched his white garment.  Mahoney nodded.  He took the Pope's cap from
his hand and laid it down carefully, on top of his desk.  Then helped the
Pope disrobe as the girls watched.
   The old man was naked underneath except for a bib type of clothing that
hung from his neck.  When the Cardinal removed that, all the old man had on
were his shoes and socks.  He pointed at his feet, Mahoney nodded.
   "Annie, remove Papa's shoes and socks!" Mahoney ordered the teen rudely,
as the old man and Mahoney held on to each other.  Annie immediately and
carefully removed his shoes then his socks.  The oldest man they had ever
seen now stood before the girls.  His skin looked like old leather, his
body had absolutely no muscle tone.  His belly hung and flopped till it
almost touched his white pubic hair.  His meat thing and balls hung down
even lower than the Cardinal's.
   "Will you need anything else, Papa?" Mahoney asked in a child like
voice.
   The old man lifted up his wrinkled right hand and waved it, like he was
waving away a flea.  Mahoney walked away to the elevator, he walked in,
turned and looked, then pointed at the girls in a mean manner just as the
door closed.  They heard it move, the Cardinal was gone.  They were alone
with the very old and yet powerful man.
   They had yet to hear the old man say a word.  They wondered if he could
even speak.  Annie looked up at the King then looked back down to the old
thing that hung in front of her face.  His cockhead pointed straight down
to the floor.  He took a step towards her but, said nothing.
   "He wants his thing in my mouth." Annie said to herself.  She opened her
mouth wide and excepted the old ugly thing with white hair.  She remembered
everything she had been taught and sucked on the old soft meat with all
sincerity.  "No teeth, all tongue, lips and cheeks." she reminded herself.
   The beautiful fourteen year old girl tried with all her might to put in
as much old soft cock, in her mouth, as she could.  She looked up at the
eighty-one year old man as she sucked him.  His cock did not get hard like
the Cardinal's.  Sometimes, even before she put the Cardinal's cock in her
mouth, it already was super hard.  She looked at the old man's face as she
sucked.  He returned her gaze.  She wanted to smile but couldn't because of
his big thing.
   Nora and Rebbecca kneeled at their older friend's side.  They liked
Annie, she was nice to them and she was very pretty.  They stared in
silence as she worked on getting the old man's thing hard.  They knew it
would get hard and eventually shoot out stuff, which they were prepared to
eat.  They licked their lips in anticipation.
   The old man shooed their friend away weakly with the back of his hand.
He called Nora to him with the finger of his left hand.  She moved towards
him with one knee, then the other.  Annie moved back a bit.  Nora put the
saliva soaked, old wrinkled, fat thing into her mouth and sucked.  The
whole time looking up at her King.  She moved her mouth back and forth over
it.
   Finally, he smiled.  But, still had not said a word.  Little Nora looked
up from her knees, with her hands on her lap, as she sucked.  The Pope
noticed her big innocent eyes.  He loved innocent eyes, when he was younger
he loved turning them into terrorized eyes.  After a minute of getting his
dick expertly sucked, by a six year old, he shooed her away as well.  He
slowly walked to the tub until he was standing right by it, with his back
to the children.
   That's when they all saw something so ugly and evil that it made them
all cringe.  Why would a good man have that on his body?  What was it for
and what did it mean?  They thought to themselves as the old man stood near
the tub.  All three pairs of innocent eyes were fixed on the small of his
back.
   Was it a mark, a picture or was it a drawing?  The girls had never seen
anything like that before.  It was an animal, with long hair and skinny
legs.  But, it had the tail and mouth of a fish.  The mouth was open and
the teeth were very sharp.  The thing looked vicious.
   He turned his head to look at the girls.  They snapped out of their
temporary trance then, all got up at once and, hurried to help the King get
into the hot water.  His face twisted as they approached him.  He raised
his old hand and slapped Annie's face.
   "Whack!" Annie fell, more out of fear then pain.
   He grabbed the pigtails on Nora and Rebbecca then, pulled down.  The
girls dropped back down to their knees but stood near the old man.  He was
telling them that they were not good enough to stand while he stood.  He
put his big old hand on the top of Rebbecca's head and squeezed it hard.
   He pulled Nora to his right side and placed his right hand on top of her
head for support.  He stepped into the tub slowly, he closed his eyes as he
sank down slowly into the water, until it came up to his chest.  He called
for Annie, with his finger, to climb into the tub with him.
   He stole another glance at her small pussy as she carefully lifted her
leg, he noticed hair but very little.  She lifted one leg in then the
other. The water went up to below her boobs.  The old man reached behind
his head to a small table and picked up a wash rag and handed it to Annie.
   "Yes Papa." she said nodding her head, her right cheek still red.
   She heard the Cardinal call him Papa so, she did too.  She reached
outside the tub for a bar of soap that sat in a white bowl, she dunked it
in the water along with the soap.  She rubbed them together fast and hard,
when it was very soapy she washed the old man.  His neck and chest then his
old skinny wrinkled arms.  He was leaning back at the far end of the tub,
she was on her left hand and knees in the tub.  Her right hand held the
white rag.
   The old man had noticed earlier that her boobs were small but very firm
with light brown nipples that stuck straight out.  He cupped them and
squeezed.  He was not gentle.  She wanted to say "Ouch!  You are hurting
me!" then hit his hand but, she smiled at him instead, like if he was a boy
her age and she was in love.  She knew from her training with the Cardinal
that the old man would like that.  It worked, he continued to play and
squeeze her boobs but, not as hard.
   She went on to rub the soft white cloth over his stomach, legs then
feet. She wrung out the cloth then put it down in the bowl.  She looked at
the old man and for the first time, in her very short life, flirted.  She
bowed her head then looked up and gave the old man a shy innocent smile as
she soaped her little hands in front of him.
   She put her hands under the water with the soap and rubbed his cock,
balls and ass hole.  He loved the feeling of hands and soap on his cock and
balls.  She felt his thing finally start to show a little life, not much
but it did wake up a little.
   The pulling, rubbing and stroking of the old man's cock by this
beautiful small teen was just what he needed.  His cock could not spring to
life like it did in his younger years but, the youngsters did not know
that. They were going to work harder than they had ever worked before, to
get this old man off.  It took very little time to get the Cardinal's hot
cum out of his body, it would take a lot longer to get this old man's warm
cum, out of his.
   The old man pulled Annie to him, so close that she kneeled between his
legs.  Her knees touched his balls but, that wasn't close enough for him,
he kept on pulling her arm.  Then, he grabbed her ass.  She had to sit
right on him, until her body was touching his.  Her little body pressed up
tightly against his stomach.  Her ass sat on his fat soft cock.
   With his big old hand behind her head he kissed the child, she had been
taught to trade tongues so, trade tongues she did.  The old man felt her
warm fresh breath and delicious tongue in his old stale mouth, they kissed
like young lovers while his hands played with her titties.
   As they ate each other's faces the two little girls watched like if they
were being taught something important in class.  Annie reached for the old
man's cock.  When she found it under the water she was disappointed to feel
that it had gone limp again.  She had kissed just two men in her life and
they were both very old.  To her, it seemed like the Cardinal's thing was
always hard.
   "Am I doing something wrong?  I better make sure Papa gets relieved or
the Cardinal will make me pay dearly." she worried as she sucked on the old
man's tongue.  "I hope Papa does not tell the Cardinal, that I didn't do my
best."
   She bounced on his lap as she sucked on his tongue and pulled up on his
old cock at the same time.  She pretended he had his thing in her, she
closed her eyes and panted as she kissed him like if he was making her feel
good.  When she began bouncing on the old man he backed up his head to look
at the beautiful child bounce on him, it excited him.  If he had been just
fifteen years younger he would have picked her up and shoved his meat in
her hard and fast.  He wished he could fuck the little tease without mercy.
   He put both his hands up and faced them to Annie.  She stopped bouncing.
He motioned for her to stand.  She did.  He laid his big old head on the
top of the tub and opened his mouth, he stuck his tongue out and waited. 
She understood.  She knew he wanted to taste.  She turned her body around
and gently lowered her bottom on the old pervert.  He reached up and held
her by her thighs.  She grabbed a hold of his cock to pull on it as he
shoved his tongue in her ass hole and lapped it.  It was something she
never understood.
   "I don't understand why an old man would want to do that?  I understand
sex but, making us eat their white stuff and putting their tongue in that
place......does not make any sense." it really disgusted her.
   He licked her ass hole then began rubbing her clit with the thumb of his
left hand as the index finger of his right hand entered her hot pussy.  She
closed her eyes as he expertly rubbed, fucked and licked her.  "Now, that
sure makes sense." she smiled, as she thought to herself.
   He just wanted a taste, he stopped licking and pushed her away before
she came.  He pointed to the four buckets of warm water that sat against
the wall.  The two little girls crawled to the wall and brought back the
buckets.  Nora went twice as did Rebbecca.  Annie rinsed the old man from
her knees as he stood.  She rinsed his old body with the clean, clear
water. The little girls kneeled, the whole time staring at his hanging
soft, meat.
   They saw Annie working hard on the old man, and with their limited
experience, they expected him to be very hard.  He pointed to a chair with
towels, the girls crawled to it, placed a towel on each of their backs and
crawled back to the tub.  Annie grabbed one and began drying his old
leather looking skin.  She was very gentle with his jewels.  When the old
man stepped out of the tub, Annie followed.  Making sure not to stand.
   She grabbed the other towel off the little girl's back and began drying
his feet, ankles and calves.  As Annie ministered to him, he bent over a
little and grabbed one of Rebbecca's pigtails, pulled it to him, until she
was just below his hanging meat.  He hadn't felt her mouth on his cock yet.
   The child opened up her mouth and sucked.  He hadn't had a blond haired,
blue eyed, little girl suck his cock in a long time.  It looked and felt
wonderful.  When Annie had finished drying the old man's feet, she stood up
on her knees and waited for further orders.  She didn't dare try and dry
her body, the air and time would have to dry it.
   He stood grinning as the little six year old blondie sucked and stroked
his meat like a seasoned prostitute.  Her little head bobbed back and forth
on his fat member.  He called over the dark haired girl with green eyes,
Nora, with his finger.  He pulled her pigtail to around is back, so that
she was kneeling behind him, facing Rebbecca.  He pushed down on her head
then pushed her into his white hairy balls.
   Nora was a ball sucking expert, she attacked his nut sack with her
tongue, her saliva would have them soaked in no time.  With Rebbecca
sucking and pulling on his cock and Nora lapping up his old nuts, he knew
he would be unloading built up tension.  He was having fun, he felt young
again.
   He motioned Annie over then pushed her head down until it was very close
to Rebbecca's.  He lifted Annie's chin until she was looking up straight at
him.  She smiled her big beautiful smile, her teeth were big white and
perfect.  She looked like a very happy innocent teen.
   He opened her mouth with his fingers and touched her tongue.  She stuck
it out as far as she could.  She saw him gathering his saliva together in
his mouth, she knew what was coming.  It slowly came out of his mouth and
hung in the air then very slowly dropped.  His aim was perfect, it gooped
out and landed right on her tongue.
   She almost gagged but quickly calmed herself.  She had learned that what
old men liked to do to little girls did not have to make sense to her.  She
closed her mouth, she knew he wanted her to swallow it.  His eyes remained
on her until she did, as soon as his spit had gone down her throat, her
beautiful smile reappeared.
   The old bastard moved away from the little girls and back onto the big
bed.  He took a seat, with his feet on the floor.  The little girls crawled
to him.  Their mouths were open and wet, saliva covered their bottom lips
and chins, they looked like teething toddlers.  They went right back to
what they were doing, sucking cock and balls.
   It felt so good to him but, he had been stealing peeks at their tiny
pussies since he first arrived in the room and he hadn't tasted them yet.
He patted the bed with his palms down.  The girls stopped sucking and
licking, and jumped on the bed like trained puppies.
   Six year old Nora sat at his right and six year old Rebbecca sat at his
left.  He turned and slid down to his old knees then pointed to a cushion,
Annie crawled to get it for him.  She placed it on the floor, now his knees
had a pad.  He pushed the girls back until they laid on the bed with their
feet up in the air.
   Annie stood obediently, on her knees, at his side.  He grabbed her
little hand and placed it on his cock so that her palm touched the
underside of it.  She began stroking it, as he moved on Nora's little bald
pussy slit.  It was so pretty and tiny that it had his mouth watering.
   The old man had not licked a pussy that young in a long time so before
licking it, he smashed his big nose, mouth and face into it.  He just
wanted to smell it and get it all over his face, before feeding on the most
valuable thing the little girl owned.  He kissed the slit first then, after
savoring the moment, began licking the pretty snatch before going inside
and tasting pink.  His tongue licked and tasted as Annie's hand gently but,
quickly rubbed his manhood.
   He reached up to Rebbecca and grabbed her little hand, as he licked her
small friend's pussy.  He balled her fingers together so that only her
thumb was sticking up.  Then, put it into her mouth.  When she was younger
she used to suck on her thumb but, the nuns made her stop.
   But, if the King wanted her to suck it, she would.  As he ate Nora's
little pussy he checked to see if Rebbecca was sucking her thumb, she was
sucking it like if it were her mother's nipple.  Her big innocent eyes
stood on the old man's face.  The sick old bastard needed many things going
on at once, everything had to be perfect, to get his meat hard.
   "Oh good!  It's getting big and hard." Annie felt it growing and getting
hard in her hand.  It made her so happy, she had to look at it to make
sure. Her small hand never stopped jerking and stroking.
   His old tongue still remembered how to lick tiny moist slit.  Nora's
little hands squeezed the comforter on the bed as her calves rested on the
old goat's shoulders.  He opened up her little pussy, with the finger tips
of his left hand.  Just enough to see her maiden head, it was so tiny.  He
moved his head in to touch it, with his tongue then pulled his tongue back
like a frog.  Then, pushed it back in hard for more clear delicious cream.
He loved the taste of hymen.
   "Ow!" the child cried out and tried to close her legs at the same time.
She never felt pain like that before, not even from the Cardinal.
   "Whack!" he smacked the right side of her thigh, near her butt.
   She opened her skinny legs back up and he shoved his tongue back in,
right to the front of her hymen and was able to push on it with his old
rough tongue.
   "Ow!  Ah!" she cried but, left her legs open and on the old man's
shoulders.  Her face looked worried, the little girl was frightened.
   Then suddenly, he pulled his head back and let Nora's legs fall.  He
wiped his mouth with his forearm then smacked his lips.  He raised his flat
open hand and hit her pussy mound and slit, just out of meanness, like if
he was hitting the nose of a bad dog.
   "Waaaa!" the child screamed and shook.  She covered her little pussy
with both of her little hands and squeezed her legs shut in pain.  She
whimpered, not even the Cardinal had slapped her pussy mound before.
   Annie's eyes saw everything but, never stopped stroking the old man's
cock.  "He is just as cruel as the Cardinal." she thought to herself.
   He moved over to the other child's pussy.  He did the same thing before
licking.  He rubbed his old face in it.  Rebbecca shook in fear, the
Cardinal had never hurt her or Nora like that before.  She didn't want to
get him angry at her.  She laid her legs on his old wrinkled shoulders and
let him feed.  He lapped up tiny clean pussy then opened her up slightly to
taste her cherry.
   "Ow!" Rebbecca cried out and shook.  But, left her legs where they laid,
on his shoulders.  Her tiny body shook uncontrollably.
   Maidenheads were priceless, they were very valuable and he loved tasting
them.  He'd close his eyes and touch it with the tip of his tongue.  If he
had met these same girls fifteen years earlier, he would have busted them
open.  He was getting hornier by the second.
   His body stiffened, he stood up.  He stretched his arms and body as far
up as he could.  Annie continued rubbing his cock.  It had gotten very hard
in her little hands.  She jumped in front of him so fast that she hurt her
knees.  But, she didn't care.  She opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out
and covered the 81 year old, overly used mushroom.  The pretty child sucked
hard, her little soft hands jerked him gently, but quickly.
   He looked down at the beautiful fourteen year old girl.  He pressed her
head onto the side of the bed, as he leaned forward.  She was trapped by
the mattress and choked by his cock.  He reached for the right pigtail of
one girl and the left pigtail of the other.  He pulled them down to the
floor fast and hard like if he was pulling down sacks of flour.  Annie
gagged and almost threw up but, quickly regained her composure.
   "Ow!" little Nora cried out.
   "Ow!" little Rebbecca cried out.
   Once the little ones were on the floor, he smashed their young innocent
faces on Annie's face.  The little girls were scared but they knew what was
coming so they opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues.  Two very
pretty faces with open mouths looked up to him as the girl in the middle
sucked.
   Annie's chin and his balls were soaked in saliva.  All three little
girls eyes were on his old face, it made him grin.  His teeth were gray
mixed with brown but, it appeared that he had them all.  Annie pulled,
jiggled and sucked on his ugly hard thing.  Then, suddenly.........
   "HUH!" came out of his old cracked mouth.
   He grabbed his cock, Annie let go of it, giving up control immediately,
just as it ruptured.  It seemed to burst open at it's tip.  His cum had a
yellowish tint to it and a very strong odor.  He rubbed it on her forehead,
his cum came out like molten lava but it wasn't hot, it was warm.  He
dragged it down and across to Nora's mouth as it continued to goop out.
   He left behind a thick pile of goo on her tongue, the child quickly ate
it then reopened her small mouth and stuck her pink tongue out for more. 
He continued to drag his cock back over Annie's nose leaving a trail of
slime, as his cock pumped out what seemed like an endless supply of semen.
He moved on to Rebbecca's face.  More poured out on her lips, tongue and
chin.
   He moved on to her cheek and left some cum on it.  He deposited more cum
on the face of the little blondie as her blue eyes looked up at him.  He
dragged his cock back over to Annie's open mouth like if it was a door mat,
she quickly ate her share.  Annie was pretty but, too old for him.  He
wanted his orgasm to be spent mostly on the youngsters.  He pumped out the
rest on Nora's face and left a little mound on her nose, which slowly slid
down her cheeks.
   "HUH!" his body jerked.
   He moved over to the bed and sat his old ugly ass down on it, as his old
chest heaved.  He looked with glee at the mess he had left on the
children's faces.  He saw them tasting and eating his cum.  He pointed at
them with both of his hands and criss-crossed his fingers very fast.
   The children understood and nodded, they began licking up each other's
faces.  He watched as they ate up the goo like if it was a sweet tasting
snack.  They didn't stop until all the slimy sticky goo had been licked up
and eaten.  Some had dripped down to their necks but, that was not left
behind, it was licked up as well.
   These were well trained good little girls.  He would make sure to let
the Cardinal know that he was very satisfied with his work in Ireland. 
After getting his breathing under control, he turned his back to them, he
needed to lay down.  The little girls stared at it again, as he centered
himself on the bed.  The mark was so ugly, so evil looking.  Annie knew she
and the girls had pleased the old man very much so, she asked.
   "Papa?" she called out softly.
   The old pervert lifted his big old head slightly, his eyes opened
halfway.  When his attention was on only her, she asked the question that
was on all their minds.
   "What is that thing on your back?" she pointed innocently, as she
climbed on the bed, between his legs, to take her position.
   The innocent child and her question took him back in time:
   He had gotten it done back in 1879.  It was part of a ritual, a secret
society of young priests that he desperately wanted to be a part of.  He
was known as Ambrogio Ratti back then, he was twenty two years old when he
suffered the art work.  His mind wondered back to younger, healthier and
stronger days.  When he thought he would live forever.  When the Church was
even more powerful and unchecked.  When he and his Catholic brothers ran
wild.
   He and his fellow priests were under the direction of no one.  They were
from a new age.  They were cruel and did not know pity.  They would have
meetings where they would talk and share information about parishioners. 
The men talked about important matters like land, possessions, wealth,
confessed sins and what was most important to young hungry
men............innocent youngsters.
   He remembered one beautiful girl of fifteen, who had captivated an older
priest.  Though only fifteen she had the body of a woman.  The older priest
hoped to get to her, before her marriage to the oldest son of Mr Whitaker.
Mr Whitaker was a wealthy land owner with three handsome, educated sons.
   Ambrogio and that older priest, along with a few other brothers snuck
into the bedroom she shared with her little sister.  It was late at night
when they took her.  They were dressed all in black, with hoods, they
looked scary.  They showed her a knife and whispered to her that, her
sleeping little sister would pay a heavy price if she cried out.  She felt
she had no choice, she was wrong, she went with them.
   The group of five men all in their twenty's, except of the older priest
who was in his forty's, lead her away from her countryside small home. 
Ambrogio held the beautiful teen tightly, by her shiny auburn hair with one
hand and with his other held her mouth.  His brothers helped themselves to
her boobies, ass cheeks, crack and mound as she walked.  Her crying got
them even more excited.
   They lead her to a small bridge, that her father and her grand father
had built many years earlier.  Ambrogio walked her down under it, still
holding her by the hair, he felt powerful.  He was never a good-looking man
but here he was, in total control of a beautiful virgin.
   "You better not scream out, or we will kill your family." he said in an
evil whisper.
   Ropes were tied from the top of the bridge then thrown down.  Her wrists
were bound and her arms were pulled up straight.  She stood standing on her
toes as her thin night clothes were ripped from her body.  The five men
dressed in black attacked her, in the dark, like a pact of hyenas.  The
older priest taking what was rightfully his, her..........virginity.
   She turned her head in agony but did not cry out.  While the older
priest fucked her hard, two others sucked on her tits, Ambrogio dropped to
his knees to lick her ass, while the tallest brother stuck his tongue in
her mouth.  The older priest was a strong man, he lifted all her weight and
had her bouncing on his big cock.  She was as light as a feather to him.
   They were quick and ruthless.  The older priest made sure to sink his
whole cock in her and move her on it.  She couldn't see the faces of the
men that were abusing her but, she could hear their moans.  The older
priest banged her very hard, like if he was angry.  He came in her hard. 
He made sure his balls were completely empty before removing his cock from
it's warm hole.
   Ambrogio noticed the old priest bending over and breathing hard.  The
teen was being held up now by the four remaining men.  He removed his
tongue from the teens delicious ass and ran up the small bridge to let the
ropes go.  They untied her wrists and dropped her on her torn clothes.
   By the time he ran back down under the small bridge, his brothers had
surrounded the pretty teen like hungry dogs.  She was on her knees as they
were beating their cocks, near her face.  The older priest had promised
them that, they could cum on her beautiful face, if they would help him get
her.  Ambrogio joined in by pulling out his already hard member.  She knew
what a penis was, she had given her little brother a bath many times.  But,
she didn't know why they were rubbing themselves.
   She was scared to be in the dark with these mean men but, happy they
were touching themselves and not her.  Then, she felt something land on her
face.  She tried to back up but was being held by her hair, she couldn't
move.  She felt another hit, then another, then another.
   She couldn't even turn her head as the warm stuff kept landing on her
face.  She felt like if she was covered in cream but it smelled too strong
to be cream.  She tried to blink and open her mouth, anything to get it off
her.  The stuff was gooey and sticky, it would not break.  It seemed to
stretch.
   They pushed her to the ground and quickly fled.  After awhile she put on
her shreds of clothing and hobbled back to her home.  Her vagina hurt
something terribly.  She wiped off as much of the smelly, sticky stuff as
she could.  Her heart hurt as much as her body, they had robbed her of the
gift she had intended to give to her husband.  When she got home, she
climbed back into bed and wept silently.
   The next day the good catholic girl went to confession.  The old priest
was on duty.  She was embarrass to tell him her unbelievable story.  But,
she had to, she wanted to be forgiven.  It happened during the night, she
had to explain to him that she didn't want to go out but, she didn't have a
choice.  The old man listened to her story and told her not to say anything
to anyone.  He told her to say five hail marys.  One for every bad man.
   "If anyone finds out, you will not be able to marry the Whitaker boy. 
If after your wedding night, he comes forward and claims you were not a
virgin.  I will stand in front of the whole congregation and tell them that
indeed, you were." he smiled to himself behind the dark screen and curtain.
   He continued to tell her things, like what had happened to her, had
happened to other young girls in that area.  Indeed, it had been happening
for years.  He told her that there must be some unknown evil going about.
If it ever happened again she would need to keep her mouth shut and come
back to the confessional.  He promised to help her hide her shame.  He told
her of a secret ritual he could perform on her, in private, that would
cancel out anything that the evil men had done to her.
   "Thank you, Papa.  I hope one day I can pay you back, somehow." she said
gratefully.
   "You already have my dear, you already have." the pervert smiled, as he
touched himself in the small dark room, as he remembered the night.
   Later, that evening, the group of five brothers, that had participated
in the assault, shared it with the rest of their secret brotherhood.  They
laughed, a haughty laugh.
   He was old, again:
   He answered, as a reward for pleasing him.  They were unworthy but, he
was a bit softer, in his old age.
   "Wolfshark."
   Was all he said.  To mention that name to anyone, other than members,
would have put him in danger at one time.  He laid his head back on the
soft pillow with an arm around each six year old.  Their hands on his big
old cock while Annie laid between his legs licking and guarding his white
haired fat hanging balls.
   He thought back to his youth and his fellow priests, the debauchery, the
secrets, the codes.  His time on Earth was almost at it's end, he knew it,
he felt it.  He believed he had weeks, months or a year to live.  He didn't
know where he'd be going, he had no faith.  He was an atheist.  He closed
his eyes and smiled then, just before sleeping he said again...........
   "Wolfshark."
   To be continued............................................
   
  
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