Copyright 2001
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Brother Thelonius crept through the village with his hood drawn up over his face. This night was one of the major celebrations for these godless heathens, and it would not be well for a man of God to be seen skulking about. The Bishop had required he spy on them and report back about their bloody-handed rites.
He could hear children laughing and singing. He peered around the corner of a home, and saw a horde of young ones dancing in a circle around a large fire. There were many elderly with them, clapping and singing as well. Many carried babies and Thelonius wondered if any of these were to be sacrificed in their Beltaine ritual.
No one in the monastery knew exactly what went on at these rites. They knew it had to do with lighting huge bonfires and dancing around a tree carved into a phallus. Knowing the violent nature of the native people, he suspected there had to be some bloodshed somewhere! All these horrid pagans worshipped vile demons and fed their children to them. Bishop Paul had told him so.
Thelonius looked up to the hilltop. There was a glow in the air from the huge fire burning there. Drums beat their wicked pagan heart-throb and he could make out movement of people dancing in wild abandon, the firelight reflecting off their sweat covered skin. He would go to this hilltop and report firsthand of the blasphemies they practiced there!
A few minutes later he was on the edge of the circle of light cast by their huge "bone fire". As he suspected the sinners were mostly unclothed. Showing no shame for the sinfulness of their wicked flesh, or any propriety regarding sharing it with those of the opposite sex. The demon drums seemed to rattle his chest and cause his heart to palpate to its insidious rhythm.
Very near to him, a young woman was kissing a man old enough perhaps to be her father. His rough hands were roaming over her young flesh, massaging her small breasts and pulling her tight bottom against his rampant groin. Thelonious had never seen a woman unclothed before. One part of him wanted to compliment God for His divine craftsmanship, while the other part burned in hellish lust caused by her Satan-inspired shape.
He watched while the man stiffened as the young woman took hold of his manhood and began pumping it with her small tanned hands. The man grunted, his eyes squeezed shut, then an eruption of white came spurting from the tip of his manhood, leaving a trail across the young girls belly, and one single pearl suspended from her pert nipple. He kissed her again, and she whirled away from him with a laugh like tinkling bells to no doubt find another partner with which to fornicate.
Thelonius walked around the circle again. Here was a woman, surely swollen very pregnant, astride a young man who lay on his back on a cloak spread on the ground. As she slid up and down his member, her full breasts swayed from side to side. One of her hands was pinching one of her own huge brown nipples. The other teat was being suckled by a blonde bearded man who was practicing the sin of Onan upon himself with his right hand. The woman's face was frozen in an expression of rapture, and Thelonius entertained a brief blasphemous thought that it reminded him of a picture he once saw of the Virgin Mary's joy at the Annunciation. In a few seconds her hips began bucking back and forth, and both her and the man beneath her called out to some heathen god as he thrust his penis up into her roughly.
She screamed "Oh Ash! Now! Now! Now! nowwwwwwww!"
The man called Ash bent himself upward like a bow being drawn squeezing the woman's full tits with rough calloused hands. He cried out unintelligible words as he exploded within her.
She sat shuddering for a few seconds, then bent down and kissed Ash. She slipped herself off, and Thelonius could see a smear of wetness glistening on her thighs, and wet whiteness dripping from the red folds of her cunt. The woman then went down on all fours like a dog, and looked back at the man who had been manipulating his own cock. He rose to his knees and plunged his red rigid member into her like a blacksmith quenching a red-hot freshly-forged blade. He pounded against her round ass in a manic pace, and the woman's breasts swung like heavy pendulums below her. She screamed as if she were being tortured, although the look of intense pleasure on her face told the monk she was in no pain. The man grasped her full hips and plunged one last time and was spent. The woman dropped to her elbows, letting her full breasts touch the earth as she panted. The blonde man leaned over her and gently kissed her back.
Thelonious moved on. His own prick had swollen to almost painful proportions, and was chafing against the rough wool of his robe. Surely Sodom was like unto this, Thelonius pondered. The sounds of moans and cries of pleasures wove their way through the persistent primal drumbeats. All around him human forms writhed in twos, threes and even more.
Here was a man taking another man as if he were a woman. Over there are three men and one woman. She sits on the first one with his prick in her bunghole, while another assaults her from the front, and she takes the thirds member in her mouth. He passes a couple fornicating while standing, the woman bracing herself against the rough bark of a raised pole.
