A convent provides bizarre thrills for lecherous laymen and cynical clergy alike. Blatant heresy, ritualistic orgies performed under the cloak of the impious nuns' habits.
THE MOST SHOCKING ACCUSATION AGAINST AND CONDEMNATION OF THE CHURCH YET TO BE PUBLISHED!
Behold while she before the altar stands
Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes
And blesseth her with his two happy hands.
- Edmund Spenser
INTRODUCTION
The literature of the nineteenth century, especially in England, France and Germany, and to a lesser extent in the United States and Canada, was highly spiced with accounts of sexual travesties allegedly carried out within the official structure of the Roman Catholic church. Other religions came in for a lesser share of condemnation, but the Church of Rome bore the brunt of it.
To what extent such works (Maria Monk is one which comes to mind at once) were accurate reports of existing conditions, cannot now be known. A few incidents have been documented, but for the most part they were published privately, distributed more or less widely and usually in secret, and the reader was left to his own devices in attempting to ascertain whether the story was truth, exaggeration, or complete fiction.
In that era of intense dislike and mistrust of other religions, Christians of the protestant persuasion tended, generally, to believe anything and everything of a condemnatory or scandalous nature they read about Roman Catholics.
When a book told what it purported to be a true story of protestant sexuality, then the shoe was on the other foot.
Due to the nature of such works, both the author and the publisher (the Marquis de Sade was an exception to the rule), took great pains to conceal their identity. From time to time, there would be a slip, a careless confidence rashly made, and the identity of an author would become known.
In the case of The Passionate Priest, the identity of the author was well and truly hidden. Because it was privately published during the period when Albert Miller was taking over from Roger Charlton as England's reporter in novel form of the morals and mores of English society, gossip was quick to link both names to the book.
One school of thought held Charlton to be the author, while another was as confident that Miller was the culprit. Both authors denied knowing anything at all about the book, and both, as strongly anti-clerical men, at the same time praised the author and expressed a desire to meet him. Typical of the confusion this story caused at the time of its publication is the fact that when Miller ventured the opinion that the author of the book was female rather than male, there were those who immediately countered that such a statement was a deliberate attempt to lead suspicion away from himself as being the actual author.
It is doubtful that such a book could have been published in England during his lifetime without Miller's being aware of the identity of the author. It could well be that he did know the author-it could be that he, in fact, was the author-but Miller, as we have seen so often, was a man of ironic humor.
One can only smile at the thought of how he relished the secret of his knowledge all the way to the grave, and that if it is true, as has been reported, that Miller died with a smile on his lips, then perhaps this could have contributed something to that smile.
But to turn from the author to the book, we face the obvious question as to the authenticity of the contents. If we knew the author, we would be better prepared to offer some evaluation in this respect.
Because this information is not known to us however, it is left for the reader to make his own judgment. This, we feel, is one of the rights of the reader.
We are prepared, however, to assure the reader that unless he is a student in search of authenticated facts, he will find between these covers, a bawdy, rollicking story of life in Merrie England, containing not only the incisive insight provided by Charlton and Miller, but the humor as well and the keen understanding of the nature of man and woman, and especially the sexual nature.
To the person who may be sensitive of anti-clerical writings, and to the easily shocked or offended, we would not recommend this book.
To others, we say read The Passionate Priest and let yourself be the judge as to whether it is truth, fiction, or a combination of the two. Judge, that is, if you feel inclined to judge.
Dr. Guenter Klow
CHAPTER ONE
John Porter was born to a God-fearing Catholic family whose parents were rich in love of God and the church, but poor in all other things. He was the second child, and arrived after a wait of eleven years from the time of the birth of their first child, a daughter.
This being the case, his devout parents declared him to be a special gift from God and vowed that they would repay that gift by making him a priest.
He first discovered this when he was a very young child. In church, he saw that the priest looked healthier, better fed than most of the flock, was looked up to and admired, and all in all, enjoyed an eminent position. It did not seem a bad life at all.
In addition, his daily prayers, morning and evening, contained his spoken promise that he would become a priest, so that it was not long before he accepted his vocation as a fact of life.
Through his early childhood, he was protected from boys who could be a bad influence and, as a result, he was what his parents called a perfect boy, a child without sin.
This state lasted until young John woke one morning to discover that his little cock had changed in a most drastic manner during the night. Rather than the soft little piece of meat it usually was, it stood up as straight and as hard as a bone.
When he threw back the covers to continue his exploration of this miracle, he touched it and instantly savored a most thrilling sensation, not just in his tool, but through his entire body. Quite naturally, he touched it again and again, alternating between touching with his fingers, and holding it in his clenched hand.
As he continued to experiment, he learned that by drawing back the skin and touching the velvety head, he could increase the sensation of pleasure.
He wondered why he had never been told that the little thing through which he pissed could be a most enjoyable toy, and why he had not discovered that fact before.
A little while later, while he still fondled his first bone, John made a new and startling discovery. There were a few seconds of a strange tension which gripped his entire body, then came a flow of ecstasy as a white fluid spurted from his cock in burst after burst.
After that, his stiff cock was again a soft little piece of meat, weak and tired looking, just the way he felt then.
Hearing his mother passing outside his room, he called her into the room and told her in glowing terms of what he had just experienced. Before he could ask her whether it was a miracle, the black look which crossed her face told him that he should have kept his joy to himself.
For a little while, the horrified woman busied herself with telling him what a vile, sinful thing he had done, and that instead of becoming a priest as planned, he could wind up insane and with hair growing on the palms of his hands. For good measure, she threw in the threat that on death, he would go at once into the deepest, hottest pit in all hell.
Amazed at how quickly joy could turn into despair, the terrified boy was barely aware when the woman dragged him over her lap, pulled up the tail of his nightshirt and began spanking his sensitive little arse.
But he soon did become aware, painfully so, as the big hand of the woman slapped his squirming bum cheeks until the fires of hell of which she had spoken were blazing merrily in his nether end. Before much longer, he decided that the devil had come to her aid and was jabbing him with his bloody pitchfork,
"Don't ever let me catch you doing that again," were her last words as she stomped out of the room leaving him crying and trying, with both hands, to extinguish the fires in his tender behind. He vowed that she never would, even if by chance he should experience the miracle again.
The following afternoon, his mother almost dragged him to church to visit the priest so that his soul may be cleansed, if such a sin were of a nature that could be forgiven. The priest, after all, leaned heavily on the old testament which emphasized hell and damnation rather than hope and forgiveness of sin.
After hearing the woman's story of her son's sin, the priest, a man in his late forties, frowned and assured her that she had done right in coming to him. He told her she should return home and leave the boy with him for counsel, guidance and the proper penance so that his soul might yet be saved.
When the woman left, the priest locked the door behind her and took the frightened boy into his study with him. For a long time, the priest lectured the boy on the sin of pounding his pudding, then ordered him to strip naked.
As he did so, nervously, John noticed that the priest had both hands inside his cassock and that there seemed to be movement there, as though he were scratching himself.
Drawing the naked boy to him then, the priest reached out and took the little prick in his hand. As he fondled it, he asked the boy various questions about how he felt while he was playing with himself that morning, and whether he had ever seen or played with the cock of a man.
After more such discussion, the priest took the boy onto his lap and began stroking his bum cheeks lightly. After a bit of this, he began to spank the boy, not as hard as his mother had spanked, but hard enough to bum and cause his little arse to become brightly coloured as he cried and kicked.
When the priest had finished spanking him, he told the boy to stand between his legs. Again, he fondled the boy's cock so that it soon became very stiff again and John felt the same strange sensation he had experienced the previous morning. Releasing the boy's tool for a minute, the priest brought over a stool and told him to stand on it.
This time, to the boy's surprise, the priest picked up his hard little cock and stuck it into his mouth. As he stood trembling, completely overcome by the most exciting sensation he had ever known, the old man sucked lustily on his little bone.
"Oh Father ... Father ... " he panted, then felt himself shooting more of the white fluid as the priest sucked and drank every last drop of it.
"There now," the priest said, panting and breathing deeply as he stood and began raising his cassock, "that was the first stage of your redemption. Now we must go on to the second stage."
John gave a little gasp of shock as the man's robe rose above his waist and out popped a big, red headed cock that looked to the boy to be as big as his arm. There was a bush of curly black hair around the base of it, and the big balls below looked like those of a bull they were so heavy.
"Now then, John," the priest said as he sat on the edge of his chair, "Kneel down between my legs. There, that's it. Now take it in your hands and play with it."
"But Father, would that not be a sin?"
"How dare you attempt to tell me what is sin. Do as I say and do it at once or I shall fetch a birch and beat the devil out of your arse."
The priest's joint was so big, that John decided he should use both hands to handle it properly. Although he had been afraid of it at first, John discovered that there was something strangely exciting about handling the great joint, something almost as exciting as handling his own when it was hard and sensitive.
"That's enough, John," the priest told him, rubbing his head. "Open your mouth wide now and push the head into it."
John tried, but he could not get that big piece of meat inside.
"Keep trying, John," the priest panted, "open your jaws wide, you must get it inside."
At last, the boy managed it although his jaws did feel stretched and pained.
"There you have it boy, now suck and suck hard," the priest commanded.
Not one to disobey or in any way anger a priest who was, after all a man of God, John sucked mightily as he held the stiff shaft in one hand. As he did, the priest went on rubbing his head in a most friendly manner which made the task much less unpleasant for the boy.
As he continued to suck the big bone, he found that in spite of the soreness of his jaws, he was actually enjoying it and finding it most exciting.
"Now boy," the priest panted, "suck ... drink ... drink every drop ... drain my balls ... "
After that, John could not understand the panted words, but he could understand the thick, rich cream which spurted into his mouth and ran down his throat while the man groaned as though dying as his immense prick began to soften and grow smaller and softer in his stretched mouth.
When it was all over and John was dressing to return to his home, the priest reminded him of the sacred seal of confession. Telling him that if he ever spoke to any person of what had happened during the special ceremony, he would be struck dead at once and borne directly down into the fires of hell.
Properly impressed by the severity of the message, John vowed that he would not tell, and promised to return on the following Saturday and every Saturday until such time as his sin had been wipe away and his soul was clean again.
CHAPTER TWO
John kept his word and visited the priest in his study every Saturday afternoon to repeat the ceremony which the priest told him was called the eating of the magic post.
Between those weekly visits, John tried hard to avoid the temptation to take his bone and hand and make it spurt, but it was not easy. He would promise himself, when it felt twitchy and hardened in spite of his efforts to keep it soft, that he would just play with it a little and let go of it before it went off.
Still, that was easier said than done and, inevitably, he would be left with sticky fingers and a soft cock. When that happened, he knew he would have to tell the priest all about it and that he would have his arse spanked and would have to continue the weekly visits even longer.
A few times, John wondered whether perhaps he could be doing that jerking off on purpose so that he would have to go to the priest, but assured himself that could not be.
And then, one Saturday, the priest, showing anger at the news that John had frigged himself twice during that week, told him that a stronger treatment was obviously in order if his soul was to be saved.
Leaving the room for a few minutes, the priest returned with one of the nuns from the monastery for women which stood close to the church. Although he had not previously seen any of the nuns, he had heard of them, had seen the high walled building in which they lived, and had prayed for the souls of those sinful protestant boys who told vague stories of how underground passages connected the monastery with the church so that the priests and the nuns could meet to commit sinful acts including one known as fucking of which John knew little.
Telling John that it was necessary to employ stronger means to save his soul, the priest informed the boy that the nun would assist in performing the ceremony of the holy triangle. Assuring the boy that it was a most difficult chore for the holy woman, he praised her great heart, and, in doing so, fondled through her black robe, the area in which her heart was located.
As he did so, the priest outlined the round of a very big tit, and John noted, in his innocence, that the woman had, on the other side, room for an equally big heart. He wondered how her heart felt since the priest seemed intent on feeling it thoroughly and made him wish that he were doing the same.
Telling John to kneel on the floor, the priest then asked the nun to commence her part in the ceremony. She did so by instructing the boy to close his eyes and stay motionless.
He heard a rustle of clothing, then, when she told him to open his eyes and pray, John discovered that her robe had been dropped around his head and body and that he knelt with his face being tickled by hairs on the bottom of her belly.
John detected a strange odor, one he had not ever known, and guessed that it was coming from her body. He prepared for a more familiar odor when the nun loosed a great fart, and in seconds, his expectations were justified as the odor of fart filled his nostrils and his head.
Because of the darkness of his cell, he was not able to see clearly what a woman looked like without clothes. This was something that had often intrigued him, and he felt annoyance at being so close, yet unable to see. When his face brushed her thigh, it felt silken smooth and warm. He wanted very much to see more of her, especially that part between her legs where, as the boys had told him, a woman had, instead of a cock, a little slit in the bottom of her belly.
It had always struck him as strange, and probably untrue, since such an arrangement would surely permit her guts to fall out, but he knew he felt no cock there and perhaps the story was true after all. If only she would take off the robe and let him see, he thought, wondering whether it was a sin to think such thoughts of a holy woman.
John lost all count of time as he remained kneeling under the nun's robe until his knees became very sore. He was pleased when she did not seem to mind that he rested his face against the patch of hair on her belly, and more than pleased when, as he caught the silken thighs and held them for support, she made no protest.
He heard the two whispering from time to time, and guessed they were praying for him. Once, after John moved his hands on her thighs for a better grip, he thought he heard the priest whisper something about horny little fucker. Knowing he was wrong, he guessed that the man had really said something about corn at the last supper.
And then, at last, John heard the command to crawl out and stand. His joints ached as he did, and he realized that his cock was very stiff and had about it the feel of excitement that it always had when he pulled himself. He worried that it could be a sin to get his cock hard while kneeling under the robe of a holy woman and feeling nice, smooth legs while he inhaled the strange odour that first had smelled unpleasant, but later, as he became accustomed to it, became quite exciting and extremely stimulating to him.
As his eyes became accustomed to the light of the room, the lad saw that things had changed while he was underneath the holy gown.
He first saw that the priest was bare naked and that his cock jutted like a fence post, the skin drawn well back from the big head. As he turned to look shyly at the nun, he saw that her robe had been pulled down to the waist and that her tits were bare.
John had never seen tits, only the curious bulging that women had in the front of their gowns. They looked not unlike big, white, silken melons with cherries perched right on the tip of each. More than anything else in the world at that moment, John wanted to reach up and touch them. It was obviously not the sort of thing he was prepared to do though, since to touch the body of a holy woman without orders could, he feared, cause him to be struck dead. Still, there was that temptation to risk the ire of God to feel that pair of lovely looking mounds.
"I have been informed from above," the priest said, his eyes glued to the nun's silken globes, "that it will require a very intense ceremony to save you, John. You must promise to do everything you are told and do it well. Is that clear?"
"Oh yes, Father. I shall do anything you say. My only desire is to have my soul made clean again so that I may one day know the joy of heaven."
John wondered whether he had sinned in that reply since the greatest desire he felt at the moment was to get his two hands on those beautiful big titties and rub them all over.
"Very well, John," the priest intoned, "we shall do all we can to help. First, you must place both your hands on the mounds of charity and faith. While you do it, you must hope."
Obeying with an alacrity that was most impressive, young John clapped one hand on faith and one on charity although he was not quite sure which was which. Both were so lovely that the names did not really matter. His hope was rewarded then, as the priest told him to rub them both and pray as he did it.
Not quite sure that it was exactly what the priest had in mind, John prayed that he would be allowed to go on rubbing on the beautiful hills of silken flesh for hours. He decided not to mention his problem to the priest who, he feared, might not understand and would perhaps send him away, a lost soul doomed to hell.
"Now then, John," the priest broke into his ecstasy, "do you see these?" He pointed to the pink nipples which had become enlarged and hardened under the boy's rubbing.
"Yes Father?"
"They are the buds of hope. You must suck on them as hard as you can and until you are told to stop. From time to time, lick them roughly with your tongue, then begin to suck again. Is that clear?"
"Yes Father. Which one shall I start with."
"The one closest to the heart, always," the priest replied as though it was something John should have known without asking.
The boy couldn't have known it, since they were the first tits he had ever seen, but the nun owned a stunningly beautiful set. They were big and fully rounded at the base, then tapered in cones to the big, pink nipples. Despite the great size, they jutted firmly without even a suggestion of sag.
It was not surprising that her nipples were big. The nun owned the nicest pair of tits in the monastery, and as a result, they had been sucked by many priests and other nuns so that their growth was encouraged.
Not all made a spiritual game of it as the priest was doing though. In most cases, it was simply a matter of, "feed me those tits sister so that I may suck them for a while before moving down to that sweet, hot cunt of yours."
Emboldened by the feel of those silken boobs in his mouth, John slipped an arm around the nun and felt that her back too was well fleshed and silken smooth. He did not resist the urge to move his hand around on her back, and the way she rubbed his head more excitedly, told him that she did not seem to mind.
In order to keep the delicious globe from slipping out of his mouth, he told himself, John used his other hand to hold it there while he continued to suck greedily.
"Oh Father," he heard the nun pant after a long time, "I think that is enough. My tits are raw from this greedy little mouth."
"Very well," the priest intoned as he pulled John's face away. "We shall proceed toward the crucial stage."
As John released the wet, red cherry and took his hand from the luscious globe, he saw that the priest's tally-whacker was still standing out firmly and waving.
"Strip naked now, boy," he commanded with a light in his eyes which the boy took to be spiritual emotion on his behalf.
Despite the fact that the nun was watching, there was no embarrassment on the boy's part as he went about divesting himself of his clothing. The fact that bare tits faced him on one side, and the naked priest's big, bare cock on the other, probably contributed much, the boy felt, to his lack of fear at stripping naked before them.
"Now John," the priest said as he held his holy fluid sprinkler in his right hand the head glowing redly as the skin was pulled back, "you will bare sister's altar so that the ceremony may proceed."
Turning to the nun, John saw her untie a sash from around her waist as she told him to push the robe down over her big hips. He felt his hands trembling as he reached to obey her command.
From the fairly narrow waist, in the shadow of her big tits, her body flared suddenly in exciting, alabaster curves to hips that were fleshy but firm, then, as the robe began a downward flight, John gasped aloud at the sight of her arse.
The cheeks were so big that he could not believe it was actually so. On each side of the shadowy valley of her deep crack, he saw a mound so beautiful that he wanted to throw himself to his knees and adore them with his hands and mouth.
As she stepped out of the fallen robe, the beautiful nun was nude except for her long black stockings which were held in a caress around her shapely thighs by tight garters. She did not suggest taking them off, and John was pleased, since the black of the silken hose contrasted excitingly with the white of her legs and body.
She turned then to smile at him, and as his eyes moved down her body, they stopped at the triangle of curly, black hair where her thighs met her gently rounded belly. He had heard that a woman had hair on her belly, but had not seen or believed it before.
"Have you not seen the body of a woman before?" the nun asked gently, with a musical lilt in her tone.
"No, Sister, never."
"Then you do not know what a woman has between her legs instead of a cock?"
"No, Sister," he repeated.
"Do you not think, Father, that we should remove this ignorance prior to the ceremony?"
"You are probably quite right, Sister. Lie on your back on the couch and show us the gates of heaven. I shall explain it to this ignorant lad."
The nun lay with her arse on the end of the couch and with her legs up over her and wide open. John saw all at once, the bigness of her curved, stretched arse, and that nest of pink surrounded by the fine hairs.
Telling the boy to bring his eyes closer to the wide crotch, the priest moved closer and told him to watch and listen closely while he explained all to him so that his ignorance would be dispelled.
John did not need to be told to watch, he could not have pulled his eyes away from between her thighs under the threat of death and damnation.
When told to do so, John ran the flat of his hand over her cunt and was both amazed and thrilled by the warmth and softness he found there. After a little rubbing, the priest told him to stop. He did, but his heart was not in it. The pink flesh felt so nice and was beginning to get moist under his hand.
The priest reached into her crotch then, and with his fingers, he parted the pink lips so that John was able to see the darker, warmer looking interior.
"Is that the path to heaven?" he asked, trembling.
"It is that, my lad. Heaven is deep inside this big, firm, smooth belly," he told him as he rubbed it lovingly. "But now I must show you the knob which truly opens the gate."
Reaching inside, her twat, the priest found her hard passion bud with one finger, then taking the boy's hand, he guided it inside her wet slit until the nun assured him that John had found it and was rubbing it properly.
"As you know, my boy, there is more than one entry into the promised land. I shall ask Sister to kneel up now while we explore the back door."
At once, the lovely nun turned over and knelt with her head down and her beautiful big arse arched high up and swaying a little from side to side.
John was allowed to fondle the cheeks for a little, then the priest caught the heavy mounds in his hands and drew them apart. Her entire crack was bared to the view of the boy, including her arsehole which was, to his great surprise, a cute little pink ring rather than the brown he had expected.
"Take your longest finger, John," the priest ordered, "and stick it in as far as you can."
It seemed to the boy a strange thing to do, but he did not feel at all inclined to resist or to make any protest. Her bum looked so beautiful and warm that he was sure it would feel good to get his finger right inside it.
John was surprised at how easily his ringer slipped into the hole that looked so tight, but then, he did not know that a varied assortment of cocks had been there before his finger and that there was every reason why her hole should not be as tight as he expected.
After he had fingered the hole for a little while, he pulled his finger out on command.
"Kneel now John," the priest told him, "in the position of prayer. You will curl your tongue like this," he showed him how, "and fit it right up that pink back door. After you have done that, you will lick the inside as well as you can."
Again John obeyed and again he found it quite exciting. While doing so, he thought of the many ceremonies of the church which were so dull and boring. He wondered why there were not more ceremonies such as the one in which he was then participating.
He went on tonguing her arsehole for a long time, his hands holding and rubbing her smooth hips. From time to time, he felt her big arse jerk back against his face and hoped that he was not hurting her.
"Hurry Father, hurry," the nun panted then as her behind began to rub against the boy's face with a more frantic action, "I can't wait much longer."
John was saddened that the nun was anxious to go, not knowing that what she wanted was to come. He felt the strong hands of the priest pulling his face away from her warm arse.
"And now," the priest exclaimed as if addressing a full congregation, "it is time for the blessed triangle. Get into position, Sister," he instructed.
Quickly then, the naked woman lay on her back on the couch with her arse on the edge of it and her feet on the floor, wide apart so that John could see right into her crotch where her cunt looked even hotter and wetter than before.
Following the guidance of the priest's hands, John knelt between her legs and listened as the man told him how to suck a cunt and work his tongue over the passion bud which he had earlier found with his finger.
Content that the boy was sucking the woman nicely, the man then got up onto the couch, straddled her, then leaned ahead, his hands resting and supporting his weight on the head of the couch, his big, swollen cock going straight to her wide open mouth.
In seconds, the nun was blowing his joint while John lapped her so that she could not keep her arse from squirming on the couch.
Of all the things he had done so far, John decided, this was the very best. Her crotch was warm and wet, and the aroma and flavour of her cunt were nothing short of delicious.
He became only a little frightened when her thighs closed tightly around him, squeezing and rubbing as her arse bounced up and down on the couch. That went on for many seconds, then her legs fell open and the boy fell back.
Looking up over her smooth belly, John saw the big cock and her mouth and saw that she seemed to be drinking fast. Having sucked that bone before, he knew the old man was shooting the juice right down her throat and that she was swallowing every warm drop of it.
After that, the randy old priest looked tired and indicated that the ceremony was completed. With just a trace of a smile, the nude woman suggested that while she was at it, she may as well remove the last of the boy's ignorance. As she spoke to the priest, she rubbed in her crotch with one hand.
A minute later, she was lying on her back on the couch again, her legs wide open, telling the lad how to insert his stiff little cock into her quiff.
John was pleased with himself for learning so quickly how to jerk his body while bouncing on her belly to make his little cock work in and out of her cunt. It was wet and hot and juicy inside her twat and the feeling seemed to make his poker grow bigger and stronger, the way it did when he held it in his hand and frigged himself.
Only then did he discover that the result was going to be the same as frigging as his young cock and balls told him that he was going to shoot his cream right up into her belly.
He wondered whether he should tell her, but just then, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him and, as she brought her arse up, she took him for a nice ride, her legs crushing the breath out of him as his cock pumped cream into her in a manner much more exciting then when he reached that state with his hand.
Reminding John as usual about the importance of secrecy, the priest told him to dress and leave.
CHAPTER THREE
Over the next few years, young John continued to develop both mentally and physically. Thanks to his frequent trips to the priest's study, and less frequent ones to the monastery of the women, he also developed quite nicely sexually.
He had mixed feelings about visiting the convent. True, each such visit meant that he got to suck and lick tits, bums and cunts, and before leaving, get to stick his hard prick in one and do what they called fucking, but that did not happen before he had received a number of spankings on his bare arse, and, too often, beatings with a strap and with switches which left his body liberally marked.
When his mother once saw the marks on his body, John was forced to tell her that he had been sent to the monastery for punishment which had been ordained by the priest.
Scolding him, she assured the boy that he must have been evil to have merited such punishment and that he should be grateful to the holy nuns for taking up their time to look after his needs. He assured her in all honesty that he was most grateful to them and that he always thanked them after each visit.
In time, it was decided that John was old enough to enroll in the seminary to begin his training. It was a great day for his mother, and John shared her excitement. Experience had told him that while he had enjoyed his times with the priests and nuns, it would be far better when he himself was a priest and in a position to tell others what to do rather than always being told what was expected of him.
The priests, he noted, seemed to have full authority over the nuns, and that pleased him.
Life in the seminary was a strange mixture of the spiritual and the sexual. Many of the priests and teachers seemed extremely holy, and lectured at great length on the importance of holiness, virtue, and cleanliness of thought and action at all times.
He heard lectures which spoke of the temptations of the flesh and how they must be strongly resisted through prayer. These men, he knew, were most sincere and very pious indeed.
But there were others, a few of the older priests who took the young students, one at a time to their rooms for what was termed spiritual counseling.
Each time he was called to a room for such a purpose, John found himself naked with a naked older man. There was much playing with cocks until they became very stiff, then went into mouths or arse-holes where they remained until the stiffness was gone and the cock drained.
Of them all, there was one whom John feared and detested. The man was in his sixties, he guessed, but his big cock was still quite strong and active.
In the room, the old man would order John to strip naked at once and kneel before him. While the old priest lectured on the writings of Saint Paul which encouraged corporal punishment to cleanse the mind of sexual temptation, they would look through a book together. John did not understand the language of the text, but he did understand the illustrations which showed naked women being whipped and variously beaten and abused by other nude men and women. In all cases, the men had great long cocks which were always portrayed fully erect, sometimes with cream shooting out of them while they lashed the bare arses and backs of their female victims.
After much of this, John would be obliged to bend over the back of a chair with his hands gripping the arms. Armed with a cane then, the priest would take his stiff cock out and begin belaboring John's arse, back and thighs with a light, springy cane.
It was always a severe beating which caused the boy to cry out loudly and beg for mercy, and it always ended with the priest rubbing his lacerated arse with one hand while pulling himself off with the other.
His punishment was over, he knew, when he felt the big cock spraying cream all over his arse. After that, the man would massage it into his skin with his hand, then tell him to get dressed, leave the room, and keep his mind free from all sinful thoughts until the next lesson.
John guessed that it was his fair skin and well formed bum cheeks which made him such a favorite with the old man who so delighted in beating him and causing him to suffer.
The students did not discuss such experiences among themselves to any great degree. For one thing, it was a crime punishable by solitary confinement, fasting and beating, and, having witnessed such punishments, few cared to risk that for the sake of idle conversation.
As a result of the conflict between the spiritual and the sexual, John encountered in the seminary, a new and terrible conflict built up within him.
On the one hand, he saw the role of the priest as a man of God, a leader of the people, equipped to bring them, through prayer and good example, to salvation and eternal happiness.
He received many examples of this from the old priests who seemed to think of nothing but spiritual matters and who urged the students to follow in their footsteps.
And yet, there were the others. They always looked so much happier than the dedicated, spiritual ones. Their lives seemed to center in their cocks, they laughed at the old fools, as they called the spiritual ones, for believing all the garbage they preached, and made it clear that one must be a fool to turn down all the advantages available to any priest smart enough to take advantage of them.
By then, John had entered the advanced, final stages of his training. The vows he had already taken were sombre and very serious, yet he saw other ordained priests laugh while breaking them.
In the night, he had heard giggling female voices in the wing where the priests had private quarters. But despite all his best efforts, he could find no counsel on which he could really depend. The saintly ones advised him to do the same. When he asked them about priests who lay with women or sport with other males, they angrily denied that such things could be true.
Gradually, he forced himself to admit that the saintly ones, in denying that other priests used their cocks for purposes other than peeing, were lying to him. If he could not believe them in this matter, if he knew they were lying, then how could he believe them in other things?
At least, he reasoned, the other type of priest was to him, more honest. They did what they did and laughed at those who disagreed with their way of life.
Throughout his final years of study, John wrestled with his painful problem. More and more, he leaned toward a life of fun and pleasure, and yet he wanted some confirmation that he was taking the proper course and not committing a sin in thinking that way.
One night, shortly before he was due to be ordained, he knelt in prayer and meditation for a long time. What he wanted then, was not just some thought that would come into his mind and tell him which was the right course, but a more concrete demonstration from on high.
Before ceasing his meditation, he decided to put the supreme power to the test. I shall, he promised, live the saintly life of a priest and commit no sin, if I am given a sign from heaven.
As his sign, he chose the barren apple tree outside the window of the dormitory. It was bare and looked skeletally against the grey winter sky. If, in the morning, he promised, the tree has burst into blossom, then it will be my sign and I shall keep my promise for life.
He wakened in the morning to the sound of a rook cawing lustily outside, the ugly sound shattering the quiet of the dawn.
Remembering his promise, he hurried to the window and, with a cry of defeat, looked at the bare branches of the gnarled tree. He saw then that the rook he heard was perched on one of the upper branches. Instead of the positive sign he had hoped for, he found what he accepted as a negative one, one too strong to be dismissed or even seriously questioned.
The rook was black and ugly, unlike God's beautiful singing birds. It ate rotting carrion and looked for all the world like a creature of the devil. He had asked for a sign from God, he reasoned, and had received instead, one that surely must have come from the devil.
Having promised to accept and obey the sign he received in the morning, John accepted it. Because it had been so definite, he was able to do so with an ease which surprised and delighted him.
With a good heart, he put on a robe and hurried down the hall to the room of Father Jacob, a younger priest widely known in the seminary as the champion sexualist of them all.
Knocking, he was admitted at once, and though the priest was obviously tired, he seemed pleased at the visit and offered any help he could give.
Quickly and simply, John told of his request for a sign from above and of the results he had found in the morning. At this, the priest laughed merrily.
"There you have it, John," he said heartily, "you asked for a sign, and how could you have received a better one? A new life stretches ahead of you, my boy. Take it and enjoy it as I enjoy mine. In fact, let's drink to it."
"Drink to it, Father?"
"Right, my lad." With that he threw his robe open and displayed a stiff, throbbing prick. "You drink mine and I'll drink yours. Get your robe off lad and come to the bed."
John had not only seen that cock before, he had felt it as well, in his hand, in his mouth, and up his arsehole. It was as good a cock as any he had seen. At the sight of it, and the words of the man, John felt his own prick stiffening with desire.
Quickly, he threw his robe off and by the time he reached the bed, he had a stout bone-on. His cock had developed well over the years so that while it was not as big around as that of the priest, it was longer, close to eight inches in length, and with a nice big knob which looked most impressive when he pulled the skin back to bare it.
"Hurry, my boy," the other priest said as he lay on his side of the bed, "we have little time to spare before prayers and morning mass. We shall do each other at the same time."
Even as he spoke, he was pulling John to him, his hands cupping his ass. Seconds later each had the cock of the other in his mouth and was knob gobbling at a great rate. They came off at almost the same time, and each enjoyed starting the day with a nice drink of warm cream, so much better than the weak, insipid tea that was being served downstairs.
Two days later, John made his final vows and was ordained as a priest.
CHAPTER FOUR
Shortly after his ordination, John was posted as a curate to a parish in the east end of London. There were not many Catholics there, as there were few of them generally around the country except for scattered pockets populated by the Irish and Scottish migrants, many of whom retained the old faith rather than embracing the established Church of England.
The pastor under whom he would work was a tired and doddering old man. John wondered whether the man would live long enough to teach him the ropes. He hoped so sincerely, since if he could establish a good reputation while the old man lived, then there was an excellent chance of being given charge of the parish on the death of the pastor.
Unlike the church of England, with many well qualified young priests scrapping for every opening, there were few priests and the demand was likely to be in the favor of the young priest who, if he kept in the good grace of his bishop, had little difficulty finding a nice parish assignment.
With this in mind, John worked hard, convincing pastor and congregation alike that he was a dedicated and a holy man. He found many temptations, especially in the confessional box, when a woman confessed some sexual sin and he drew her out so that she was obliged to tell him in vivid detail of how she had allowed some man to strip her naked, play with her, then push his prick up her twat.
It would have been so easy, he knew, to take the woman into the vestry and prescribe a penance for her that would involve taking off her clothes and opening her legs, but he managed to resist.
Once in a while, when the confession of a woman caused him to become too excited, he would reach into his cassock, take his tool in hand and frig himself into a handkerchief to ease the pressure.
When the priest did pass away, little more than a year after John arrived, the reports on the young priest had been so good, that John was summoned before the bishop and informed that he was being placed in charge of the parish. It was his dream come true and, even as he talked to the bishop, he felt his cock stiffening in anticipation of what was ahead for it.
The next day, a Sunday, as John celebrated mass, he kept looking over the congregation at the attractive women. Which of them would be first, he wondered, and how would it happen. Confession seemed to offer the greatest opportunity, but that did not mean that he would ignore other possibilities. There had been lots of sex with males at the seminary, but not with females and it was female flesh he hungered for each time the urge came over him and he jerked his joint.
He did not even have to wait until Saturday for his very first gift of sex as a priest. It was delivered to him in an amazingly similar method to the manner in which he discovered sex as a lad.
The woman who met him in his study was not at all an attractive one, but the daughter she brought with her was more than that, she was a real little beauty. Not even her cheap, shabby clothes could hide the fact that she boasted a nicely developing figure with a promise of good titties then, and much better ones to come as she grew older.
While the girl blushed right down into her frock, John listened seriously as the woman informed him that her fifteen year old daughter had lost her maidenhead. He agreed with fitting solemnity that it was indeed a terrible sin and it would not be sufficient to merely confess and say a few prayers to wash away the stain on her young soul.
Sending them away in a little while, he gave them his blessing and commanded that the girl present herself at his rectory the following day just after noon for a long period of counseling and meditation. He informed the woman that it would be better if the girl came alone.
It was difficult to resist the urge to frig himself that night as his tool rose strongly and refused to go down at the prospect of snaking its way up the freshly opened slit of a pretty fifteen year old. Still, he managed to resist by reminding himself that he should be extra strong in order to take full advantage of the great gift that had been given him as if on a silver platter.
The girl arrived precisely on time the following day, and the priest, having sent his housekeeper away for the rest of the day, sighed at the exciting thought of having the young beauty all to himself for as long as he wanted her. He saw that she blushed fiercely at the sight of him, and that too was pleasing to him. He found her nervousness exciting and felt his own excitement increase as she cowered before him.
The door locked behind them, Father John led the young beauty into his study and bade her stand before him to tell the full story of her sin in complete detail.
For a moment, he thought she was going to resist as he demanded she name the man or boy who had done the act, then, realizing that she was talking to a priest and could not as a Catholic hold anything back, she announced that it was no other person than her father who had punched the bung clear.
"Does your mother know this?" he asked, hiding his feeling of surprise.
"No. He told me he would kill me if I ever told her."
He asked more questions then and the girl answered all in, he was sure, a truthful manner. At his urging, Martine told in detail how, when they were alone in the house, her father had taken her into his bedroom for a strapping, and forced her to strip naked as he always did when beating her.
When she bent over the end of the bed, he removed the belt from his trousers, held it double and began strapping her arse.
In his exertion, his pants fell down and she saw his big cock looking very hard and long. At that point, the man dropped the strap, moved close behind her and trapped her at the end of the bed. When she protested, he told her that if she did not submit, he would go on beating her until she swooned and perhaps died.
Even as he talked, he was probing in her crotch from behind, his big tool battering until he found the entrance to her virginal cunt. She described how he broke through her maidenhead and screwed her, with his belly slapping at her bum until he gushed his fluid up into her belly.
"So you see, Father," she sobbed, "the fault was not mine, but my father's."
"Not so, my child. You could have accepted further beating instead. In addition to that it was because of your badness that he felt impelled to punish you. Your nudity tempted him into committing the sin he did, so you also stand guilty as a temptress."
He continued with this line of reasoning until the girl felt that she was surely the most sinful woman since Mary Magdalene or Salome. By then, he knew, she was thoroughly defeated and would give him no trouble at all, only great pleasure, and that was the way he had intended it.
"We have much to do if we are to save your soul from the eternal fires of hell, Martine," he told her with a note of gentleness in his voice. "First, you must remove all of your clothes."
"My clothes? But why, Father?"
"To obviate some of the punishment of purgatory or hell, I must administer corporal punishment to your bum with my hand. It will not hurt as much as your father's belt, but it will still be a form of punishment. Hurry now, my child, if God should strike you dead before we complete the ceremony, I am sure you would go directly into hell for all time."
Trembling, the girl stood before him and began to take her clothes off. He did not mind that she turned her back to him, he wanted to view her pretty young arse, and would, he knew, see the front later anyway.
While she undressed, John reached inside his cassock to make his erect prick a little more comfortable. While he was about it, he wrapped his hand around it and gave it a little rubbing to make the blood run faster in it.
At the sight of her splendid little bum, he hurriedly let go of his cock for fear that he would shoot his wad right then and there. There were still a few small bruises remaining on the deliciously rounded cheeks, but they did not mar the lush beauty of them.
"Turn around, Martine," he told her, his voice trembling despite his efforts to keep it calm.
Sobbing a little, she did so. She tried to cover her young pussy bush with her hands while shielding her titties with her arms at the same time.
"Put your arms at your sides, dear," he told her.
She gave a strangled sob at this, but did as she had been told and bared her body completely to his gaze. While feasting his eyes on her, the passionate priest lectured her on the evil of sin and the terrible fate in store for sinners after death and, in many cases, before it. He cited many loathsome diseases inflicted on sinners in life to prepare them for even worse when they arrived in hell.
As a result of all this, she was crying even before he took her onto his lap for her spanking. While he continued to talk to her, he fondled the silken cheeks with his hand, and told her to prepare for her spanking.
John had never spanked before, but he had been on the receiving end often enough to know how it was done. For a long time, he had dreamed of how it would be to spank a soft, smooth female arse, and at last he was going to find out for himself.
From the very first spank, he was thrilled at the sight, sound and feel of his open hand slapping a bum cheek. As a result of this, the girl received a very prolonged spanking which caused her to cry loudly and kick her pretty, bare legs in a most violent manner.
He went on slapping her bum unhurriedly until both round cheeks glowed a bright red. When he did stop, he fondled the girl's lovely ass lovingly for a little while, then told her to stand bending over the chair with her feet apart and her bum nicely presented.
Standing behind her and staring at her beauty without blinking, he quickly stripped until he was naked and his big pole throbbed as though trying to reach for the girl's arse with a mind of its own.
"Now my dear," he told her as he moved closer and felt her arse with both hands, "we must both bare our bodies so that our souls can be bared and cleansed. Turn around and look at my body."
Her eyes went wide with shock as she could not remove their glance from his long, throbbing prick and the big, hairy balls below.
Sitting then, he had her sit on his lap so that he could give her spiritual counsel. With a little effort, he arranged her so that his long cock came up between her smooth young thighs. That, he told her, was to form a bond between them so that his prayers would be her prayers too.
To increase the bond of closeness, he first fondled her pretty little titties with his hands, then, one after the other, he took them into his mouth and sucked them as the little pink nipples grew very nicely, the sensitivity of them causing her hot little ass to squirm on his lap.
After more lecturing of this nature, he picked the girl up in his arms and carried her easily to the couch where he placed her down very gently and, sitting close to her, proceeded to rub her titties, belly and thighs.
In doing so, he told her that it was necessary for him to unite their bodies in the same way her father had done so in order to eliminate the sin that had been planted inside her body.
"But first," he went on, "it is necessary that you be prepared for this infusion of grace from the holy post. I must do many things."
"Will it be painful, Father?" she asked tremulously.
"No my dear. It is always painful for a girl the first time a cock enters her slit, but after that, there is no hurt at all. In fact, I understand that some girls have enjoyed this ceremony, although that is not the purpose of it."
Lying back on the couch, he drew her close, then turned her with ease. Moments later, he was peering into her young crotch. It was smooth and delightfully warm as he rubbed her pussy with one hand while fondling her bum with the other hand, for good measure, sucking a little tittie, rubbing the erected nipple between his lips.
He saw that while she was still afraid and nervous, those qualities were possessing and she was beginning to be quite horny as he handled her body with the touch of an expert.
Lying on his back then, John pulled the girl onto him in such a way that her crotch came down on his face. After he had kissed and licked her thighs for a little while, he drew her cunt right down onto his mouth as he held a tingling bum cheek in each hand, cupping and rubbing them most fondly.
At once, he began to suck and lick her delicious little cunny, his tongue lapping up the warm dew of youth, while he continued to hold and fondle her bum. He almost went off as he felt her beginning to squirm on him, and felt her hot bum writhing under his gentle hands.
It was not long at all before the priest felt the girl approach her come. Pulling her bum even more tightly onto his face, he began to dive her with even greater vigour, so that it was only a matter of second more before he heard a wail that told him the little darling was coming already.
His face burrowing tightly into her little crotch, he held her tightly with his hands on her arse as her entire body twitched and jerked through the come.
"Oh Father," she managed to sob when she could find enough breath, "something terribly strange happened just then. It wracked my whole body so that I feared I would die. I felt so weak."
"That is good news, my child," he told her, his face brightening. "I felt it too. It was the power of the devil coming out of your body through your little cunt. Did it feel terribly unpleasant?"
"No, Father. Truthfully, it felt strange but good. My body feels so much better now, as though it glows in a lovely way."
"That is as it should be, Martine. We shall cause that to happen again and you will enjoy it more because you will then be ready for it and will know what it can feel like."
"Oh Father," she sighed as he helped her into a sitting position against him and cupped her titties in both hands. "I thank for being so kind to me and for performing this strange ceremony on my behalf."
"And on your behind as well," he added with a little smile which caused her to smile as well.
"Oh Father, that one did truly sting. It did not give pleasure as did that other thing with your mouth and tongue. I did not know that a tongue could get right up inside my ... my little cunny."
"You have many things to learn, my child," he assured her, "and most of them will be much more pleasant than having your sensitive little bum spanked."
"Yes, Father, I shall do whatever you want me to at all times. I do so want to know the feeling of being saved from sin."
"You will know that feeling, my dear," he told her, "and many other delicious feelings as well. I must work closely with you, very closely indeed and we must learn to come together easily and effectively."
"Yes, Father, but I shall depend on you to guide me in these things."
"Indeed my child, I shall. Coming together in the right way is not an easy thing to achieve, but we shall manage it."
When she asked what he proposed to do next, John saw that the little minx was enjoying what was happening to her and that there was no more fear in her.
His first idea had been to play with her a while longer, but then, checking the time, he reasoned that if he were then to give her a nice dose of stiff cock up her tight little pussy, there would be time for him to recover his vitality in time for a second ride before sending her home for the day.
"I think, Martine," he told her as he squeezed her firm bubbies, "it is time for the first infusion of stiff salvation."
"Stiff salvation, Father? I fear I have never heard of it."
"True, my dear, few people have. It is a special grace reserved for true friends of the church. Because I like you, I am placing you in that category. Give me your hand, dear."
She gave him her right hand and he carried it to the shaft of his cock. "Wrap your hand around it dear and hold it tightly," he advised and felt her obey.
"In this ceremony," he went on, "I must play the role of the legendary carpenter finishing a very fine box. I put my tool into your box and give it a careful screwing. Is that clear to you?"
"I ... I think so, but what is my box?"
"It is that little slit on the bottom of your belly. The one I prepared with my mouth and tongue a little while ago, as you may recall."
"Oh yes, Father, I do recall that quite clearly. But the act to which you refer is surely the sin my father committed."
"It is that, my dear, but with a difference. When he did that, it was a carnal act. Because I am a priest and can do no wrong, it is not the same. After all, the sacred act of screwing the box has been one of the secrets of the church from the very beginning of time."
"Oh how fortunate I am, Father, to be allowed to know such secrets. Truly, it is a wonderful thing to be a friend of the church."
"It is indeed, my dear, but let us get on with the box screwing. First, the tool must be baptized."
"You mean with water? Like a baby?"
"No, my dear. You must take the head of the tool into your mouth and apply moisture to it in that way."
Sitting up then, he drew the pretty young face onto his lap and guided the meat end of his bone to her mouth. With a hand on the back of her head, he guided her face down to the upstanding meat and told her to lick her lips, then go down and take it into her mouth.
Martine seemed even more than obedient, she acted as if she were quite anxious to comply. With only a little degree of difficulty, she managed to push the head of his tool into her mouth. Soon, she had it very wet indeed and he withdrew it for fear that the ceremony would become one of screwing the mouth instead of the box.
Gently then, he helped her lie on her back and opened her pretty young legs. Kneeling between them, he was very gentle as he lowered himself onto her and began probing in her crotch until the head of his tool pushed at the sweet, wet opening and began to spread it.
"Oh Father," she panted, "I can feel you stretching my box with your screwer. Is it going to hurt?"
"No my dear, I handle my tool well. Just relax and it will feel very good. It is a nice feeling to have the box stretched and filled with stiff salvation, but you must relax, that is most important."
He fed her the magic tool a little at time until he felt his belly rubbing in her crotch and knew she had a boxful to say the least. Considering the length of his banger, John knew that the head was right up in her little belly.
After some of the loose nuns he had laid in his early days, John decided this little box was as tight as a virgin arsehole. She was so tight, in fact, that he wondered how he had been able to get into her without hurting her.
Reaching under her with both hands then, he cupped her firm, warm little bum cheeks and held them warmly as he began to move his hard cock in and out.
"Does your box feel good, my dear?" he asked, breathing harshly, roughly.
"Oh yes Father, I do enjoy having it screwed by you. Oh Father, you screw it so well and the tool with which you screw is so very long and strong."
For a while then, they engaged in a most erotic conversation while John's tool plowed a straight furrow up into her belly to the delight of both of them.
Martine was quick to see that when her father, just an ordinary man, rammed his big cock into her little slit, it was an ugly, painful thing. The priest, on the other hand, a spiritual man, was able to perform the ceremony of screwing the box not only without hurting her, but actually bringing her great pleasure and a wonderful feeling of well being.
"Ooh, Father," Martine panted excitedly, "that nice feeling is coming over me again. What shall I do?"
"Just relax and let it come, dear. Remember I told you we must come together. I think we shall."
Pulling her upward with his hands under her arse, John began to stroke faster and was still doing so when she began to cry out as she came.
Ready for her, John rammed his tool into her a final time, and fired his load with strong spurts until she felt her belly being flooded with warm, gushing cream as the priest bore down on her, their sweating bodies rubbing, their hearts pounding.
"There my child," John whispered to her in a little while, "we have come together. It is a great thing for a girl of your age to come together with a priest."
"Oh yes, Father, it was a most wonderful experience. Will I go on being a friend of the church so that this may happen again?"
"Indeed, Martine, but there is a condition of the status of friend of the church. You are bound to secrecy with a bond stronger than that of the confessional."
"Oh Father, I shall never tell. Even if I were to be tortured, I would not say a word of this."
"You are a dear child, Martine. Come, you will have a cup of chocolate now and I shall have a drink."
Naked, they padded off to the kitchen together. The girl was sad that his big cock had become so soft and limp inside her cunt, but he assured her that it would soon rise again.
"Is there no prayer you could say to stiffen it again?" Martine asked innocently. "Or perhaps holy water would do it."
"No my child, in that respect, a priest's cock is like any other. It must rest before it can screw again. Are you anxious to feel it in you again?"
"Oh yes, Father, very much so. It is truly a wonderful thing to do."
Returning to the priest's study, the girl with her cup of chocolate, the priest with a stiff drink of Highland whiskey, he produced books which contained illustrations of men and women naked and in various sexual endeavours.
Martine found them most exciting and informed him that she could feel the excitement between her legs. John rubbed her wet little pussy and told her he could feel it, and that the excitement would grow until he was ready to take her to bed again for another screwing of the box.
One illustration showed a man standing and holding a girl with her cunt impaled on his cock. Both were highly intrigued by such a position. John read the description of how it could be done if the man were strong and the female light. Although he did not tell her so, he decided that he would have a try at it when his cock became as strong as the rest of him.
Within the hour, the priest's meat began to stiffen and raise its head. He guided Martine's hand to it and her soft touch contributed much to its revival.
Taking the girl to the couch then, he turned her over his lap and gave her a few light spanks, not enough to make her even sob, yet enough to apply a faint pink tinge to the white cheeks and to make them warm.
Having her kneel on the couch then, he got behind and, using his hands and his tongue, he stimulated her arse most excitingly for both of them. When he parted the warm cheeks and began probing her little pink ring with his tongue, John felt his banger throb with full strength and knew he was all ready to have at her little cunt again and to do it well and strongly.
Taking the girl to an armless chair, he sat on it, then had her get onto his lap, facing him. With only a minimum of difficulty, they became positioned so that she was able to let her weight come down in such a way that she gradually impaled herself on his very strong cock.
By the time she had forced the full length of his bone up her wet slit, they were well and truly locked. Her cunt was so tight that it caressed the full length of the priest's cock like a warm, soft, wet hand and squeezed it very nicely.
"Ah, but you do have a sweet little cunt, my dear," John told her, forgetting all about the spiritual ritual he used in the beginning.
"And Father, you have such a magnificent strong cock that fills and stretches my cunt and makes me feel good all over," she replied. "It is heaven when you use it to screw my box."
It delighted him that the girl responded to his seduction of her so quickly and so completely. He informed her that she was to visit him often so that her box could be frequently and fully screwed. He decided he would train her to be his private whore so that he would no longer have to fluff his duff when he felt randy.
"Hold on, dear, here we go," he told her as he put his arms around her and began to rise slowly from the chair. To his great relief, it proved quite simple to rise to his feet without his pole slipping out of her twat.
He stood then in the middle of the floor holding the impaled girl securely on his pole. He began to move it in and out of her wet slit, and the little darling delighted him by quickly picking up the rhythm of his banging, and swinging herself so that he was able to drive the full length of his prick deeply into her belly with every stroke.
Because it was his second ride, it lasted long and once, he was obliged to stop and hold his apprentice whore as she came very strongly and squirmed so that they almost fell to the floor together.
As a result of her squirming while the muscles of her small cunt squeezed his cock, John fired off his charge in her pussy very soon after he resumed fucking her.
When his velvet headed monster stopped spewing up her quiff, he carried her tiredly to the couch and they lay in warm embrace resting for a long time.
As they got up, he told the girl to dress and go home. He was finished for the day and knew it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Martine visited the priest often after that, and, without any preamble, they would strip and enjoy a fleshly roll or two. He trained her well so that while they still could not manage to screw while standing on their heads, they achieved every position short of that, and enjoyed them all immensely.
He often made her come by lapping her twat, or fingering it while he reamed her little arsehole with his rough tongue which, to the girl, seemed as long and exciting as his cock. Often they would vary their activities by having Martine get down on her knees and gobble his knob, or kneel astride him to do it so that he could play with her pretty arse and cunt until she was drinking his cream.
The priest spanked her frequently, and although it made her cry and kick her pretty little legs, she came to love it when he took her over his lap and spanked fires into her bum. After a spanking, they were always hornier than usual, and a very good screwing always resulted.
Still, it was not enough for the priest. In time, came a need for variety. He still wanted the girl, but he wanted variety, perhaps a more mature woman with bigger tits. With this thought in mind, he felt his cock leap one Saturday as he listened to a woman's confession.
Because of the poor light, he could not see her clearly, but her voice was beautiful. What caused his excitement was her admission that she frequently enjoyed sinful thoughts and that this was particularly so when she thought of a priest.
Father John led her on carefully until he was positive that he had found another sex partner.
"This is a very serious matter, my dear," he told her, whispering more warmly than was usual for a priest during a confession. "But it is too involved a subject to discuss at confession. Do you understand?"
"Yes Father," she whispered with matching warmth.
"I have only a few more confessions to hear. Can you wait and then we shall go to my study and discuss this at greater length."
"Yes, Father," she replied.
Father John heard three more confessions in record time, and those penitents were amazed at how lightly he regarded their sins, and how he failed to scold or pry.
Leaving the church through the vestry, they walked to his residence located next to the church and with an entrance from the side of the church behind a wall which hid it from the street.
In his study, the priest asked her if she cared for a drink and she smiled warmly as she accepted. While he poured them, the priest surveyed the woman carefully and liked what he saw.
He guessed she was in her mid-twenties, and did not have to guess that she was a beauty. Rarely had he seen as lovely a face. He guessed too that she had an excellent form, but it was not possible to be sure, not yet, he thought.
The woman told him that her name was Mary, and that she was a childless widow of twenty-six, Over drinks, they went on chatting easily, both seeming content to postpone for a bit the discussion that was to come.
"Now then, my dear," the priest said, gently, as he ran out of patience with the waiting, "suppose you tell me about this problem of yours. We will not be disturbed, so there is no reason for you to be nervous."
"Oh Father, it is so difficult."
"I understand, my dear. If it is of any consolation to you there are many men who become sexually aroused at the sight or even the thought of a nun. There is, I suppose, a quality of the forbidden fruit about a nun. A man knows that under her long robe, there is the smooth, white body of a woman, one he is forbidden to see or touch."
He spoke with passion and it was quickly communicated to the woman. He saw her breasts rise and fall as she breathed deeply. The priest knew then that in a little while, he was going to see and touch her naked body, to fit his throbbing, swollen cock into her hot pussy and screw her until his balls were drained and his prick limp and wet with the juices of her cunt.
"I suppose it is as you say about men and nuns, Father," Mary began. "When I see a priest, even at mass, I am aware that under his feminine robes, there is a cock and a set of balls."
"Go on, my dear," he urged as he leaned forward bringing his face a little closer to hers. "You are right, a priest, after all is a man with a cock and balls."
"It is even worse when I go to confession. There, it is dark and we cannot be seen by others. I tell myself that if there were not a wall between us, I could slip my hand under his robe and wrap it around his cock.
"I wonder if when a priest listens to a woman confessing sins of sex, he imagines how it would be with her, and if the priest ever puts his hand under his cassock and plays with it."
"That is true, my dear. Priests often do get so excited, and it is not unknown for a priest to not just play, but to go all the way and jerk off."
"Oh how such thoughts thrill me. I know not why."
"Did you ever see the cock of a priest? Perhaps when you were a child?"
"Yes."
"Tell me about it."
"I was just a girl of seven or eight and was picking berries at the edge of the forest. A carriage stopped and a priest alighted. He talked with me, ascertained that I was alone, then took me a little farther into the woods.
"There he raised my clothes and began to play with my arse and between my legs. Lying down on his back, he told me to sit on his face. He licked my bum and my little slit for a long time, then helped me up.
"He pulled up his robe then and showed me his cock. It was the first I had ever seen and I was amazed by the bigness and hardness of it. He encouraged me to play with it, and after a little while, taught me how to frig it.
"After I had frigged it a little, he drew my face close to it and told me to hold my mouth wide open. As I did so, his hand replaced mine on his prick and he jerked himself off.
"When he was ready to shoot, he pressed the soft end of it between my lips and squirted his juice right into my mouth."
"That must have been quite an experience, Mary. As a result of it, did you learn to enjoy taking cocks into your mouth and sucking them?"
"Yes, Father, I fear I did, even though it is sinful"
"You should not worry yourself unduly about that, my dear," the priest consoled as he patted her hand, then let his hand fall to her knee. "Sin depends not so much on the act as on the circumstances of that act."
"I do not understand your meaning, Father," she said, looking into his eyes and trembling as she felt a squeeze just above her knee where her leg was smooth and firm and quite sensitive to the touch of a hand.
"Well, Mary, if a woman were to suck the cock of any man she happened to be with, it would be a sin since that would be something done for a carnal purpose."
"But is that not always the case?"
"No, Mary, it is not. As you know, a priest is not permitted to have a wife. Since he is a man, he can feel strong urges in his cock and his balls, so what is he to do about such urges?"
"It must be most difficult indeed?"
"True, it is. Now if some woman, not for carnal purposes, but because she wishes to assist the man of God and help him be strong to continue with his work, offers to help him by taking his cock into her cunt or her mouth, that is not a sin since it is done for his welfare rather than for her pleasure."
"And if she finds pleasure in doing it?"
"It is still not a sin because she did it for him and for God. If there is pleasure for her, then it is God's reward for her act of charity."
"I have never heard that explained, Father. From now on, I shall be even more excited at the sight of a priest."
"Are you excited at this moment, Mary?" the priest asked in a passionate tone.
"Very much so, Father. My thighs rub of their own accord and I become very warm."
"Are you very warm between your thighs, right inside your little cunt?"
"Oh God, Father, I am afire in my cunt. It is as though I shall go out of my mind."
"Mary, my cock is very stiff at this moment. You have made it so. Would you like to put your hand up under my cassock and feel it?"
"Yes, oh yes," she said as she dropped to her knees before him.
"Go ahead, Mary. Your hand looks smooth and gentle. Reach up and find my cock. Feel the hardness that is in it. Squeeze and rub it with your hand."
The priest pulled his robe up a little, and gave an intense sigh as the beautiful woman reached up with both hands.
As she did, he looked down into the bodice of her gown and saw the cleavage of big white tits. He slipped a hand into the opening and caressed a firm, silken smooth globe.
At the same moment, she found his prick and cried out in surprise at the length of it.
"Oh my God, I have never felt so long a cock," Mary gasped in a tone of awe.
"It is very long and very strong, Mary. It has not long since filled the cunt of a pretty little girl of fifteen years, but it is strong again. Would it please you to feel it probing the depths of your hot cunt and shooting cream up into your belly?"
"Oh yes, please. Oh Father, take me and drive that long cock up my cunt. Fuck me Father. Take my cunt, it is yours to do with as you wish."
"Stand up, Mary. Stand before me and strip naked. I have felt one of your tits with my hand, I want to feel them both in my mouth so that I may suck them while I fondle your sweet arse and cunt."
Trembling, she forced herself to her feet with a little help from the priest, and began to remove her gown. In only a little time, he saw her beautiful legs and thighs, then she was pulling her chemise over her head and showing him her lush body in total nudity.
"You are even more beautiful than I dreamed, Mary," he told her as he stood and took her into his arms. "Not ever have I seen tits more beautiful. They are very big, yet they stand proudly and firmly."
Turning a little in their embrace, he took one into his hand and toyed with it while his other hand moved on her back until it was fondling the firm, smooth cheeks of a most delightful arse.
"Oh Father, oh Father," she panted as she rubbed at his cock through his garments. "Let me see that splendid prick. Let me see you naked. Give me your cock before my cunt dies of this great heat I feel."
Stepping back, the priest quickly stripped naked before her. At the sight of his strong, upstanding rammer, she let out a deep sigh and fell to her knees. In a second, she was holding his tool and stuffing it into her mouth. Aware that she would suck him all the way off if he did not stop her at once, John took his cock away from her and looked at the wet, shiny head.
"Give it back to me, Father," she cried. "Let me take it in my mouth and suck it until I drain your hairy balls."
"Later, my dear," he told her as he put his arm around her waist and led her toward the couch. "I wish to feel all of your beauty and fondle and kiss your body before I blow my load."
They fell onto the couch together and he began at once to fondle and suck the luscious big melons of her breasts in wild abandon. Her nipples responded quickly and jutted out in a bold, exciting manner.
"Oh Christ," she cried out, "how sweet it is to have my body played with and my tits sucked by a priest with a long, hard cock. Oh suck, Father, suck ... suck ... suck ... "
John sucked her tits as they had never been sucked and as he did, his hands were busy all over her body. He felt, as his hand moved down the slope of her smooth belly, bush hairs which crowned her cunt and felt heat rising from that warm crotch where he would soon bury his bone with such joy.
Mary would have to wait until another time to suck his joint. This time, she was going to get it right up the hot, slippery quiff. He would make her cunt forget that it ever felt another cock in it. He would give her a screwing that she would remember for the rest of her life, he vowed as he went on mouthing one of her big tits.
"Oh yes," she cried out as his hand went into her warm crotch and he began fondling her already wet cunt. "Rub it, finger it and make it hotter and wetter. Oh my God, I do think I'm going to come in your hand."
Turning quickly, the priest pulled her eager thighs wide apart, stared into the hot beauty of her crotch, then buried his face in the wetness, his mouth claiming her cunt and finding a searing, thrilling heat in it.
As he did, he put his hands under her and claimed her delightful arse which he proceeded to rub with great vigour and with a touch that drove the writhing woman wild with a lust such as she had never known.
It had been more than two years since her naked body had been fondled at all, but it had never been handled the way the priest was doing right then.
She emitted a piercing scream when she began to come, and the priest, mindless of the fact that the housekeeper was somewhere about, pulled at her arse and rubbed his face all over her crotch so that from his forehead to his chin, he was wet with her delicious juice.
He turned to lie beside her, and at the sight of his wet face, she took it between her hands and kissed it all over until her tongue had tasted and licked up the juices of her cunt.
No longer able to delay the ultimate joy he needed so desperately then, the priest rolled onto her and she threw her legs open and up to make room for him in her crotch.
With stunning accuracy, he drove his rod into her wet slit. He continued to ram at her belly until, panting and sweating, he fell on her body, the full length of his cock buried in her cunt. She had not forgotten how to thrill a stiff prick with the muscles of her cunt and she used them well as he groaned with lust.
Turning a little, the priest closed his mouth around a lovely tit and began sucking it. At the same time, he sent his hip muscles into action and began driving his hard tool in and out with all the fervour of a rutting stallion. She was quite prepared to believe he was that, since there could be no mere man with such a long cock and the ability to use it so well in a woman's cunt.
John did not last long since he had been overly ready at the outset, but while he did, he gave her, as he had vowed he would, the greatest screwing of her life, and one she would never forget.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning, Father John went to visit one of the priests who had been ordained with him. During the seminary days, David had been one of the wildest of the students, and had often boasted of how he intended to get more tail than any priest in history once he had a parish of his own.
They greeted each other warmly, and sat down to talk with a bottle of port between them.
David was delighted to learn that his friend had given up his old spiritual ways and had learned to enjoy life to the full as he was doing. They swapped tales of tail they had enjoyed recently, and John was surprised to discover that the other priest had a convent located on the other side of the church.
A little later, he went with David into the church. There was a nun working at the altar, and they bowed as they exchanged formal greetings.
"She is not much to look at," David told him as they went down a set of stairs in the vestry to a well lighted tunnel below, "but there's not a better cock sucker in the convent. In addition, she loves to have her arse beaten with a cane or even a whip. I make sure that she is not ever without a nice assortment of stripes."
"My God, what a life you must lead, David. I'm afraid you are far ahead of me."
"Give yourself time, John and apply yourself to it the way I have done. You will be amazed at what you can achieve."
They paused at a door then, and David pulled on a bell cord and pushed the door open. "We keep it locked at night," he explained, "but that is not necessary during the day."
"Where are we?" John asked.
"In the private section of the convent. The section no visitors ever see. In a minute, you will understand why."
They stepped into a sitting room then and John understood at once why the section was kept private. On a divan, a few feet in front of him, two nuns who had been seated, stood to greet them.
The robes they wore were of a black material, but that material was silk, so transparent that John saw clearly the shape of their tits and saw the nipples bulging through the thin fabric.
But there was more to see. In both cases, the hem of the gown ran right along the bottom of the patch of cunt hair which could be seen clearly throughout the garment.
He almost laughed when he realized that each nun wore a rosary on her erotic costume. David fondled the bum of one nun as he introduced Father John. When the other nun gave him a smile of invitation, John helped himself to some pleasant and exciting feeling of her tits and arse while he saw and felt her squirming under his hands.
"Where are the others, Sister?" he asked almost formally.
"In the game room, Father," a nun answered.
"So early in the day? My but we are a horny group."
"Would you have it any other way, Reverend Father?" asked the nun whose cunt was being rubbed by Father John.
"Not at all," he laughed as he gave her a playful spank on the bum. "Come, John, let us meet the others."
As he pushed a door open, the men heard sounds of a spanking being administered. Inside the room, he looked at once toward the direction of the spanking sounds and saw one woman lying bum up on the lap of another. Both were naked and one was being spanked on an already warm looking ass which glowed red.
Tearing his eyes away from the scene, John saw six other nuns sitting around a card table. All but one of them were naked. He learned later that the first time a player lost a round, she removed her robe, and that each later loss meant that she received a spanking from the winner, or knelt to lap the twat or tongue the arsehole of the victor.
"Would you care to join our game, Fathers?" asked a woman who managed to look very dignified as she stood nude, her big, firm breasts swaying.
"Do you have time, John?" his host asked.
"Time? I'd postpone an appointment with the cardinal to make time for such a game with such lovely players," he replied with feeling.
"Then let us undress and join in," David said brightly as he began to divest himself. John followed suit, and both were soon naked. John felt a thrill of pride as the eyes of every nun in the room fastened onto his long cock. His took was stiff and stood out strongly. Though not quite as stout as David's, it was considerably longer and he knew that they, like all women, preferred the long slim tool to the shorter, thicker one.
Drawing chairs up to the table, they began to play with their beautiful partners. Neither priest was either winner or loser for the first two hands, after each of which they watched a pair go to the couch not far from the table. The first winner spanked her mate, twenty-five spanks on each cheek of her arse, while the second had the loser go down and lap her twat until she came.
On the third hand, John emerged the winner and took a small breasted, slender beauty to the couch. After taking a little time to feel her titties, bum and thighs, he gave her the twenty-five spank penalty and, while he did not spank nearly as hard as he could have, he did bring her to tears well before the spanking was concluded.
The first time he lost, John found himself kneeling with his face buried in the crotch of a golden haired beauty. Her cunt was very wet, he discovered, and she told him that this would be the third time she had been dived that morning. He made her third one a good one as his hands held her tenderly and lovingly while his tongue lapped inside her juicy pussy.
On his second win, John drew the dignified looking woman who had invited them into the game. Because she was the Mother Superior of the convent, when they reached the couch he asked her what she would like.
"But as the winner, Father," she said with humility, "the choice is yours. Under the rules of the game, I must submit."
"Forget that, Mother, had the choice been yours, what would you have elected?"
"I would have spanked you. I dearly love spanking."
"Then as the winner, I choose to receive a spanking while lying over your beautiful thighs."
"Thank you, Father," she said with a bow, then sat and patted her thighs in invitation.
The woman was strong and spanked well. It was not long before the priest realized that she was telling the truth when she spoke of her love of spanking. Although she did not quite make him cry, there were tears in his eyes when John got up after the fifty spanks evenly divided between both cheeks of his arse which shone a very bright and hot looking shade of red.
Much later, when it was time for the nuns to end the game so that they could perform certain duties in advance of lunch, it was decided that the two priests should play the role of prizes in two final hands of the game.
The winner of the first hand would have Father John, while the winner of the final hand could do as she wished with the other priest.
The slim, small busted blonde was the first winner, and gave a little squeal of delight as she wrapped a hand around John's long tool and led him to the couch.
"Oh Father," she sighed when he asked what she wanted him to do, "just give my cunt a quick kissing, then stick that magnificent pole all the way up my quiff. I've never known the feel of so long a rod. Surely it will get right up between my titties."
"I doubt, Sister dear, that it is that long, but I'll do my best to make it feel that way."
When she lay on the couch, the others watched as John first laved her twat with his mouth and tongue, then prick in hand, he got onto her waiting belly and fitted the head of his long John into a wet little slit that was tight and very moist.
He took his time about feeding her his joint a little at a time until he was in her right to the balls. After a short pause during which he adjusted his body to hers, the priest began using his hip muscles to ride her as he drove his cock smoothly and strongly in and out of her hot cunt.
The horny little nun sighed and panted, and her plump arse bounced on the couch in obvious delight as John, with the skill of an experienced lover, went on to give her one of his special screwings that brought her to a noisy, long come during which she wrapped her legs around him and tried to crush the breath out of him while his cream spurted deep into her churning belly.
When they got off the couch, the other nuns resumed the game and a tall, shapely French woman won the hand. She had raven black hair which looked even blacker and more shiny in the cluster above her cunt.
In a musical accent, she told Father David that she was going to blow his joint while he lapped her pussy at the same time. "Soixante-neuf is my very favourite number," she told him with a tinkling little laugh.
They got onto the couch, end to end, and soon, the dark haired nun had the big head of David's meat in her mouth, as he fitted his mouth to her cunt and began lapping it noisily and with obvious gusto.
As he watched the priest and nun eating each other with such obvious enjoyment, John realized that the dark, shapely nun had perhaps, the most beautiful bum he had ever seen.
He envied his friend his exciting harem of ready talent and began to hope that someday, he would have such a group of his own. What a joy it would be, he told himself, to go into a convent at any time he wished and have his pick of the many beauties there to do anything he wanted without question, and to invite his closest friends to the convent for parties with them.
As they left to return to the church and, eventually the street, John asked his friend how he went about setting up a convent.
"You will get little support from the bishop," David told him, "but if you want it badly enough, you will find a way just as I did. You really need the help of a woman in getting started. A woman who can look very saintly, while being nice and horny."
Mary. The name popped into his mind at once. She was a beautiful, horny woman and she would, he told himself, become the mother superior of his convent.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, Father John," Mary exclaimed brightly, "that is the most exciting thing I have ever heard. And I'm to be Mother Superior? I cannot believe it.'
"Believe it you may, my dearest. I take it then that you will do it?"
"But of course. What normal Catholic woman would think of turning down so glorious an opportunity?"
"I hoped you would see it that way, dear. We must begin at once to find candidates."
"True, and I must learn how to be a mother superior. It must be that there are books on the subject."
"You will have no need for books, Mary. Instead, I shall arrange for you to spend time in my friend's convent. Mother Superior is an intelligent and understanding woman. She will teach you all you need to know. In fact, I doubt that you have much to learn."
There was one thing the priest definitely wanted her to learn, and that was the art of eating the pussy of another attractive woman. The thrill of watching two naked women so engaged never lost its glitter for John. Having such sights available to him, he reasoned, would cause his rod to become hard more frequently, and thereby permit him to take his tail and have his joint sucked more often. John made a mental note to speak to Mother Superior before Mary went to her so that she would provide an appropriate form of training.
"Tell me more about the wonderful game of cards," Mary said with a tone of urgency.
"Of course I shall, my dear," he told her with a smile. "Come and sit more closely so that we may play and tease as we talk."
When she moved closer, the priest pulled the top of her gown down to her waist so that her delicious big tits popped out. His hands went to them at once and he heard her sigh, then felt the beautiful nipples hardening and growing as his fingers worked on them.
"Are their robes really as short as you say, Father?"
"They are indeed. Under most of them, one can enjoy an inspiring view of cunt hair. You can imagine what the sight is like when viewed from the rear, especially if the one who wears it should bend over a little."
"Heavens, I should think her entire arse would be seen."
"It would indeed. Our uniforms need not be quite so startling in their shortness. I think it would be more effective to have them an inch or two longer so that they tease a little more."
"I agree, Father," she told him as her hand moved to his lap and began exploring its way toward his hard prick. "I love being teased and I love teasing. Right now, I am going to tease that big cock of yours until it leaps with strength to attack me and ravish my burning hot cunt."
"Too much teasing could result in your pretty arse becoming as hot as your cunt, my dear," he warned her.
"Is that a fact, Father?" she asked with an impish grin as her hand closed around the head of his tool.
Later, they would both strip, but for the time, it was more exciting to play with each other while dressed. John liked it that way, and Mary was delighted with any opportunity to please and arouse the man who brought so much joy into her life.
A few times, John was forced to take her hand away from his bone for fear that the marrow would shoot over her hand and call off his game before it even commenced.
The third time he reached to stop her, Mary merely giggled and tried to retain her grip on his piece. The man was barely able to squirm away from her hand at the last possible moment.
Mary laughed merrily and teased him at having come so close to losing the ammunition from his musket. Her laugh changed into a squeal of pretended protest then as he grabbed her and began pulling her clothes high up above her lovely, white arse.
"I warned that you would pay for your teasing," he told her as he drew her over his lap. "Now I shall let you see that I do not make idle boasts."
His right hand came down sharply, and a nice round cheek joggled as the spank landed and he held his hand on the spot to feel it, to savour the motion of solid flesh under silken skin.
Pretending to be suffering great pain, Mary kicked her long legs up and down on the couch, but at the same time, she raised her bum to meet the second spank. It was delivered briskly, with a sound which echoed through the room, and again his hand stayed on the spank spot to feel the heated silk of her skin.
But it was only the beginning, he had promised her that she would get a spanking, and John was not about to settle for merely a few slaps. As he spanked, the colour of her smooth skin grew as did the warmth of her bouncing cheeks under his slapping hand.
"Take that ... SPANK ... you teasing bitch ... SPANK ... and that ... SPANK ... my but your arse is red ... SPANK ... but just a few more ... SPANK ... slaps will make it redder ... SPANK ... Like this ... SPANK ... and this ... SPANK ... and this ... SPANK."
Mary was crying loudly and earnestly when the priest finally ceased slapping her burning bum cheeks. When the spanking ended, he rolled her onto her back on the couch.
Pausing just long enough to pull his robes up, John, looking like a woman in urgent need of a pee, hovered in a semi squatting position for a moment. With his rammer jutting boldly in full strength then, he stopped looking at all like a woman. He was very much a man as he moved toward the woman whose legs opened wide for him while he lowered himself onto her belly. Even as he was fitting his bone into her warm cunt, he was pushing her clothes a little higher to free her hips of them.
There was no need for delicacy, neither wanted or would have been capable of it. The priest battered at her steaming hot crotch until he found the slit, then sent his cock shooting into it. In just a few strokes, it was buried to the hilt in the soft, warm, wet cunt which closed around it hungrily as Mary sobbed and sighed in ecstasy.
"Oh yes, Father ... give it to me ... Oh Christ what a cock ... You are all cock ... oh my cunt ... my cunt ... my cunt ... you will fuck it right out."
It seemed possible that the passionate priest would do just that as he gave her the most vigorous screwing either of them had ever known.
The spanking had warmed more than her arse, so that Mary felt herself approaching her come even while he had been stuffing is tool into her quiff. Within a minute of his beginning to bang on her belly, she cried out that she was coming.
This time, he did not stop to permit her come, but gave her a few more long jabs of stiff cock, then he too gasped as he felt the charge in his balls being unleashed and streaming through the shaft of his rod to spurt strongly well up into her wet, heaving belly.
Both were too tired to talk for a little while, so they were content to lie together, resting as their sweat mingled and their hearts pounded from the exertion of their abandoned lust.
The next day, Father John went with Mary to the convent he had visited earlier. Having already sent a message to Mother Superior through Father David, their arrival was expected and preparations were made to stage a show for Mary's benefit.
After being admitted through the street entrance, they were conducted to the private section of the convent. During the first phase of their travel through the building, they saw nuns dressed in the conventional mode, with long, thick robes covering them completely and making them appear quite shapeless.
In sharp contrast, the pretty nun who admitted them to the private section of the building was dressed as John had reported. As the woman turned to escort them along the hall, Mary trembled with excitement at being able to view the bottom slopes of a very pretty little bum.
Noticing her interest, Father John raised the tail of the nun's habit and displayed her gorgeous bum in its fully rounded splendor. She giggled as he patted it and invited Mary to feel it. As they reached the door, Mary found the courage to run her hand over the silken slopes. It shocked her to discover that there was pleasure in feeling the warm bum of another woman and she told John so.
"That is as it should be, my dear," he told her. "You will learn many things here today. In fact, if you are to be the superior of my convent, you must learn many things. You will find, I think, that you will be provided with one of the very best tutors available."
They entered a small, nicely furnished room then, and Mother Superior, clad only in one of the abbreviated gowns, rose to welcome them. Mary's eyes moved over the lovely, mature body and again she trembled with excitement. She felt it wrong to be so aroused by the sight of a woman's body, but she noted too that Father John seemed delighted.
They chatted over glasse of wine while John told of his plans to establish a convent and to establish Mary as Mother Superior. Delighted, the nun offered to assist in any way she could.
"You seem to be as intelligent as Father John told me," the nun told Mary, "so that you will have very little to learn."
"Thank you, Mother," Mary replied, "I trust that your estimate of me is correct."
"Fear not, my dear. In addition to teaching you what I can, I shall send one of my better nuns to assist you in the beginning. You will find her very obliging as long as she is kept happy and her cunt warm and satisfied."
"I am confident that Father John can look after that," Mary said with a smile.
The nun looked at Father John and smiled too, but it was a strange smile, Mary saw, one which contained more meaning than she was able to understand.
After a little, the nun produced a short, transparent robe for Mary and instructed her to put it on. She felt a trace of embarrassment at undressing in front of a woman who was a relative stranger, but she was that the priest too was undressing and that made it less difficult for her.
"You are a rare beauty, Mary," the nun commented when Mary had removed her last garment.
As she said the words, she moved closer and ran her hands over the smooth, beautiful body. She toyed for a little with Mary's tits, then moved around her, admiring her ass and thighs as well.
"You will learn exciting things here, Mary," she told her in a husky whisper, "and I shall be thrilled at teaching them to you."
She led them from the room after helping Mary on with her garment. In another room, they found six nuns playing a game of cards. All were naked and beautiful. Beauty, of course, was a condition of entry to Father David's convent, just as it would be with the one Father John proposed.
Just then, a hand ended and two of the naked nuns rose to their feet wearing expressions of excitement. As they went to the couch, a few feet away, Mary saw that one had obviously been well spanked very recently. Remembering what the priest had told her of the game in which he had participated, Mary held her breath as she wondered what was going to happen on the couch this time.
She did not have long to wait as the red arsed one sat on the edge of the couch and took the other onto her lap. The sat with her legs apart so that, looking under the form of the victim, Mary was able to see the nun's twat. There were little beads of moisture on the hairs which framed the pink, warm looking slit.
The nun administered a brisk spanking and it was not long before the victim began to sob and cry. Still, she remained in position until her ass had received the full twenty-five spanks on each cheek. When she got up, both cheeks glowed beautifully and Mary felt more tremors of excitement rippling through her body.
After the next hand, the winner looked at Mother Superior as if seeking a signal before taking the loser to the couch. When she reached there, she lay back across the couch with her legs up and open, her cunt completely vulnerable.
Kneeling close to her, the other nude nun smiled and licked her lips, then pressed her face into the waiting crotch and began to lap at the proffered pussy. She lapped until the other woman came, then they got up and returned to the game.
"Shall we enter the game?" Mother superior asked.
"By all means," the priest replied as he slipped an arm around Mary's waist and they went to the table along with Mother superior. The others welcomed them warmly and all eyed Father John's rampant pecker with undisguised desire shining in their eyes.
On the first result, Mother Superior went to the couch and, paying the price of being loser, knelt and lapped the twat of one of her nuns while the other watched.
"I wonder if I shall be able to do that when my turn comes?" Mary asked the priest in a whisper.
"You will look like a silly little ass if you cannot," he told her with a knowing smile.
It presented no problem when Mary first went to the couch. As winner, she had her choice and chose to spank the pretty nude who went over her lap willingly. But it was different, a few hands later, when she went to the couch as the loser.
Smiling, the other nude lay across the couch and told Mary to bring her face into her crotch. Mary blushed with fury, but as the priest had told her, she would look silly, or worse, if she failed to do what was expected of her.
For just a moment, she knelt with her face between the lush thighs of the younger woman, inhaling the odor of cunt, then, knowing that she was being watched, she brought her mouth down and pressed her lips to the soft lips of the warm pussy.
At once, she was thrilled. All fear left her and there was only arousal and delight in her as she began to lap twat for the very first time in her life.
By the time the woman came, her thighs rubbing Mary's face and strangling her in a delightful manner, Mary felt sad that it was over. Her face beamed radiantly as she returned to the table.
When the game ended and it was time to leave, John displayed proper courtesy by taking Mother Superior to the couch and, after sucking her cunt until she came with a series of loud gasps, he mounted her and, as the others shouted encouragement, he fitted his long pole into her sensitive, fully aroused pussy, and gave the woman a great riding.
He emerged smiling, but with his lovely big bone a battered wreck.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One Sunday, Father John delivered a sermon on the importance of discipline in the home. In it, he stressed the obligation of parents to discipline their children in the time honoured manner.
While many bottoms squirmed uncomfortably on the hard benches, he described various methods which could be employed, depending on the size of the culprit and the seriousness of the offence for which punishment was being administered.
As he talked on, he wondered how many men in the congregation were getting horny at the thought of beating the behind of a nicely developed daughter.
As a part of his sermon, he stressed that punishment should not be reserved only for children, but that it must be administered as long as sons and daughters lived under the parental roof.
Following mass, as he mingled with the congregation on the steps in front of the church, he was approached by a widow who asked to talk to him.
Taking her aside, he listened as she told of having a daughter of sixteen with which she was unable to cope. The girl, it seemed, was bigger and stronger than her mother and refused to submit to spankings.
"You poor dear," he commiserated, "it must be difficult having to rear a child alone. Bring her to me tomorrow afternoon and I shall do what I can. Do not tell your daughter the purpose of the visit. She will find out in due time."
"What do you mean, Father?" the woman asked.
"I think that if I were to force her to submit to a bare bottom spanking from me, she will not again refuse to accept such treatment from you, since refusal would mean a return visit."
Either way, John reasoned, he would be a winner. At least once, he would get to bare and spank the bottom of the girl. If she happened to enjoy baring her arse and submitting it to a man, as he hoped she would, then she would return for more spankings.
Thanking the priest profusely, the woman took her leave and promised to arrive at the rectory the following day at two o'clock.
Mother and daughter arrived promptly at two and were greeted by the priest with a mixture of warmth and sternness. Taking them into his study, he seated them and conducted a quick inventory of the girl who appeared to be only a little nervous.
She was almost as tall as he, John noted, and appeared to have a full figure with well developed breasts and, he guessed, a splendid firm ass. He guessed that the local boys were probably sniffing after her like a bitch in heat, and wondered whether she allowed any of them into the secrets of her crotch.
"Is your daughter still a virgin?" he asked the woman and saw them both blush.
"Yes, Father, she is, but it is a constant worry to me since many young men are after her and she seems to enjoy their attentions."
"Are you absolutely sure she is a virgin?"
"Yes, Father. I checked her before leaving home. I thought you would perhaps ask that question."
Damn, John muttered silently. He wanted the job of peering between her thighs and inserting a finger in her little slit. He tried to be philosophical about the setback and to console himself with the anticipation of uncovering and spanking her arse.
He moved the conversation then to the subject of discipline and the sin of a parent neglecting it, or of a child refusing to accept it. Before long, he forced the girl to admit that she refused to allow her mother to spank her even when she admittedly deserved it.
From there, it was a simple matter to draw the girl completely under his influence so that she could neither refuse or question him. Fortunately, he thought, she had been brought up with a proper sense of respect for and fear of the church and its priests.
If all parents did as well with their daughters, John thought, priests would enjoy even easier pickings than they already did. He decided he would make that the subject of his next sermon, through obviously not mentioning the motives he had in mind.
The priest knew that he could then have ordered the girl to come over his lap with her arse bare, but he decided to stretch out the enjoyment of the moment, to savour at much greater length the anticipation of spanking her bare arse.
"Catherine," he spoke firmly but without anger, "I am going to test you now to ensure that you are truthful when you tell me that you will submit to spankings from your mother in the future."
"Yes, Father," she said meekly, her head bowed, dark hair falling over her pretty face.
"Get up now and go to your mother, dear. She will raise your clothes above your waist, take you onto her lap and give you ten spanks on each cheek of your bum."
"Oh, Father," she gasped, but after looking into his stern visage, she stood and walked nervously to the chair on which her mother sat.
The mother looked even more nervous than her daughter, but when the girl reached her, she managed to raise the girl's skirts up her legs until John was able to admire luscious thighs and bum nicely denuded of clothing. As he had guessed, the girl was the owner of a bum so lush looking that John felt his mouth watering and his prick throbbing with desire to have at her.
Admiring the beautiful development of her nether cheeks, the priest decided she was more woman than girl. As he did, he vowed that he would soon take her to bed where he would have all of her splendid young body to see and to fondle.
As the girl draped herself across her mother's lap, she flashed the priest a look that caused him to tremble. It was not either fear or anger, but rather, there was a hint of an excited smile on her face, not quite right on the surface, but, he guessed with elation, just a little below.
Holding the girl tightly and blushing furiously, the woman raised her right arm and, at a signal from the man, began the spanking. The first couple of spanks were given nervously and rather lightly, but then she gained confidence and, no doubt thinking of the many spankings her daughter had escaped in the past, she began to spank with greater force.
Just before she completed the twenty spanks, the girl began to sob and twitch her ass in a thoroughly delightful manner, at least it was delightful to the priest if not to the girl.
When the spanking ended, the woman was too quick in pushing her daughter to her feet and allowing her clothes to fall back into place. Still, there was time enough to see the warm pink tint that had been spanked into the big, smooth cheeks.
"Now then, Catherine," the priest said in a warm and somehow exciting tone, "You have demonstrated to me that, in future, you will accept spankings from your mother. I am pleased with that, but there remains one thing that we must yet establish."
"What is that thing, Father?" the girl asked, giving him the same look he had seen as she went over her mother's lap a little before.
"I am going to demonstrate what will happen if I hear of you forgetting your promise to obey. Raise your clothes over your waist and hold them there."
Catherine was facing him, her back to her mother. There was a little tremor in her body that he could see, and it was even more clearly noticeable this time that her expression indicated arousal of a sexual nature.
Her clothing came up with studied slowness and his eyes followed the perfection of her flawless white thighs until they were diverted to the triangular patch of ginger hairs on the bottom slope of her belly.
"Come to me now, Catherine," he commanded, fighting to control his voice, "and lie across my lap so that I may spank you. It is intended as a lesson to you for the future, and punishment for your past misconduct and flagrant refusal to accept justified punishment from your dear mother." The girl walked proudly to him, holding her gown above her waist, her white thighs flashing, the ginger cunny bush seeming to wink and blink at him.
Her mother became so embarrassed at this, that she stood and turned her back to the scene. She was blushing hotly in her shame and confusion.
Counting that as an unexpected bonus, the priest took advantage of it to feel her hips and thighs as he drew the partially nude girl over his lap. He was positive he felt a favourable response from her.
When her bared body pressed down on him, he felt warm pressure on his cock. Flexing the muscles of his tool, he caused it to throb against her, knowing that she could not help but feel it. As if to prove his point, she wriggled, her firm body rubbing back against him.
Checking to ensure that the mother was still not able to see him, the priest fondly cupped one flaring cheek and rubbed it lovingly in a way the girl could not fail to see as being erotic play.
He made the point even more clear then by running the side of his hand down into the warm silken depths of her crack.
To keep the woman from becoming curious as to what was happening and why the spanking had not begun, the priest began to lecture the girl on the importance of true and constant submission.
As he talked, he moved the tips of his fingers down the crack of her arse, and the little darling opened her thighs wide to admit him father. He was quick to take full advantage of that, and was soon rubbing a warm little pussy. While he did, she writhed on his lap, her pink arse cheeks twitching in anticipation.
Calculating that he could afford to wait no longer without arousing the mother's suspicions, John began to spank the sweet, tender arse of the girl. Although the spanks sounded hard, the priest spanked only teasingly, hoping that she would enjoy that enough to make her want to come back for more. When she did, it would be without her mother, he knew.
Each spank was delivered with a cupped hand meeting her big, plump bum cheeks so that the impression of severity was given without actually hurting the girl more than a little. He was aware that she knew what he was doing, and she demonstrated it effectively by raising her lovely bum to meet each spank.
In addition, she impressed her mother by crying loudly and begging for mercy, all the while wriggling her lovely arse in a most provocative manner.
"All right, Catherine," he said loudly enough to ensure that her mother would hear, "you have taken a most severe spanking. I shall give you two more spanks and then your ordeal will be over."
While he was talking, his hand moved between her parted thighs to give her little cunny another rub. Just before he pulled his hand away, he slipped a finger up into her slit and felt the barrier of her virginity.
Thrilling at the thought that his cock would soon ram through that barrier, he pulled his finger out, gave her the promised two more spanks, then, after rubbing her arse gently, he helped her to her feet. Going along with the act of fooling her mother, Catherine continued to cry as she stood rubbing her ass through her clothes which then hung primly in place. In truth, she was crying with desire to see and touch the big, stiff cock she had felt through the priest's clothes.
Before mother and daughter left, the priest reminded the woman to look after her responsibility to the girl, and told her that if Catherine again refused to accept a spanking, she was to send her to see him.
"Send her?" the woman asked.
"Yes," the priest assured her, "I think her chastisement will be much more effective if you do not accompany her."
Again, John read that same look on the girl's face.
CHAPTER NINE
Work went apace on the convent once John decided to make the dream a reality. From the fund that had been carefully nurtured to build a new church, he bought the house which adjoined his residence.
The church, he reasoned, was good enough for the poor fools who attended it with such devotion and gave him the money they could ill afforded to give. Far more important, as he saw it, was that the convent should be established to house his personal harem.
But there was even more involved. The convent could, if properly administered, become a source of revenue even more rewarding than the collections and special funds which did not bring in enough revenue to meet his demands.
David had told him how his convent and the services of the nuns, was available to the wealthier members of the congregation who paid generous donations to the church in exchange for the right to strip nuns naked and roll with them in bed.
Their incomes were such that they could afford the most expensive whores in London, but there was added zest for them in watching a nun disrobe and present her pure white body to be taken in any way they wished.
Once the convent was established and properly staffed, he reasoned, it could be developed into the most profitable whorehouse in all of London.
With this in mind, he preached an impassioned sermon one Sunday in which he stressed the importance of nuns to the spreading of the faith and of God's good works on earth.
"A daughter who becomes a nun and dedicates her life to God," he explained while seeming to writhe in the pulpit, "is a guarantee, an absolute guarantee of heaven to her mother and father."
He went on the extol the virtues of the life of nuns, that the initiation into the order was the ceremony of becoming the bride of Christ, and that nuns lived a full and very happy life.
Before he completed his sermon, he had convinced not only the parents of the potential candidates, but the young girls as well. He made it very clear that the nun who came to the comfort and relative luxury of the convent was by far more fortunate than the girl who married a common labourer or unemployed man and became destined to a life of poverty and want.
"It is a glorious thing," he ranted, "to taste the joys of motherhood, but not if they take on the gall of poverty and deprivation. A nun has all her needs assured. She lives in material and spiritual comfort, and she is assured of a seat on the right hand of God when she leaves this earth to take up her place in heaven."
As he spoke his carefully prepared piece, Father John felt that he held the congregation in the palm of his hand. He had delivered it well, he knew, and everyone in the church had been moved by it.
After mass, he began to receive enquiries from anxious mothers on behalf of their daughters. In each case, the mother was told to bring her daughter to the rectory for an interview. The young beauties he would keep for himself, the others, he would refer to one of the legitimate orders where beauty was not a factor.
Catherine's mother, he was delighted to see, was one of them. She reported that her daughter had again refused to submit to a spanking, and suggested that convent life might be the answer to the problem.
Expressing agreement, and complimenting the woman on her wisdom, he instructed her to have Catherine visit him that very afternoon.
"I shall give her bottom a brisk spanking," he told the woman, "then attempt to enroll her as a nun in training."
"I" wish you success, Father," the woman sighed, "but while I am sure it would be a good life for the girl, it is not very likely to be her wish."
"But you forget, madam, I am a priest and have much more influence at my disposal than meets the eye. There are ways of convincing your daughter that her future can be most enjoyable and satisfying under me."
"Oh yes, Father. You can do so much more for her than I can."
"True my dear lady," he smiled. "Your daughter may be filled with problems, but I can penetrate her to a great depth and fill her with solutions to lay them all at rest. It will require my being firm, but I can be very firm, stiff as a rod, when it is called for."
The thought of plucking the young beauty's maidenhead, and the excitement of telling her mother about it in veiled language, had caused him to become stiff as a rod already, but his priestly garments concealed that.
Catherine arrived early for her appointment, and, even thought she knew she had come to be punished, she wore a sweet smile as he admitted her to the rectory and led her into his study for a talk.
"Well, my dear," he said after a little while, "it is my understanding that you again refused to submit your pretty bum to your mother for a spanking. Is this true?"
"Yes, Father." Again he saw that faint, teasing smile on her pretty face.
"And I trust you know what that means?"
"Yes, Father. I fear I shall have to raise my clothing, bare my bum and lie over your lap for a spanking."
"And you are not afraid, Catherine?"
"No, Father. I do not even fear that big lump I shall feel when I lie over your thighs." As she said it, she stared directly at the region of his cassock which covered his already stiff tool.
"Shall I raise my clothes now, Father?" she asked with a more open smile.
"Yes my dear," he told her as he sat on an armless chair. "Uncover your pretty bum and show it to me. I must first look carefully at it so that I may plan an appropriate spanking for it. As I recall, you have rice plump cheeks which require careful planning before they are spanked so that they glow a warm pink."
He saw the girl trembling a little as she turned her back to him and began raising her garments. As she had done before, she raised them slowly, baring her splendid, white legs and thighs a little at a time until the bottom curves of her arse came into view.
While she was still pulling her clothing higher, John reached out and caught her by her firm, smooth hips so that he could draw her closer to him. At once, he began fondling her lovely ass which writhed in obvious passion under his cunning hands.
"I fear you will have to come to me often to bare your chubby arse and have it spanked by me, Catherine," he told her as he went on feeling the firm, smooth cheeks.
"Yes, Father, I fear you are right. I am a naughty girl, and I fear I shall deserve many spankings over your nice lap. Are you going to begin spanking me now?"
"Not just yet, my dear. I have decided to add to your humiliation and so increase the effectiveness of your punishment. You will remove all of your clothing and submit yourself to me bare naked."
Catherine turned to look at him, and the priest saw her eyes flashing with a desire she could not, as a virgin, fully comprehend.
Forgetting the teasing slowness she employed previously, Catherine hurriedly stripped naked. She trembled visibly at the sound of the priest's gasp of admiration and wonder when she bared her breasts.
"Can it be that you are only sixteen, Catherine? You have the breasts of a mature woman."
"Thank you very much, Father. I am glad that my breasts please you. You are the first man who has ever seen them."
"Come and kneel before me, my dear. No, better yet, wait a moment."
With that, the priest got up, stepped out of his robe, and stood naked before the girl.
"Oh Father," she gasped in disbelief, "how long it is."
"Yes it is, my dear," he replied with a smile, "but if you are aware of that, then you have seen other cocks. You must tell me all about it. Come kneel between my legs now."
She knelt and he held her tits with both hands, moving them all over the firm slopes of her big melon-like boobs. Her pink nipples jutted boldly and he stimulated them to greater hardness and length with finger and thumb.
"I have seen only my little brother's cock," she told him. "When we have the chance, we play a game whereby I let him play with my tits and suck them for a little while, then I take his hard young cock in my hand and rub it until it shoots cream."
"Do you do other things with your brother?"
"If I am of a mind to, I will pull up my gown and allow him to see and feel my cunny and bum for a little while, but that is all."
"He is a very lucky boy to have such a sister. Is it pleasant for you when I fondle your breasts in this way?"
"Oh yes, Father. It is most exciting. But is it not a sin?"
"There is no sin, Catherine."
"Then it is all a fraud? I mean all the teachings of the church. My mother is a fool for believing such things?"
"Do not be too hard on your mother. The world is full of people who believe, and they provide us with a wonderful life. You are fortunate in finding this out while you are still full of youth and beauty. After I have spanked you, I shall thrill you in many ways while I thrill myself with your beauty. Have you ever felt the joy of a mouth sucking on your lovely cunt?"
"Oh no, Father. I have never heard of such a thing. You are not just teasing me?"
"You will see how I tease when my tongue laps that little pink slit of yours, my dear Catherine."
"Oh, Father. I cannot wait to know such joy."
"You will, my dear, after I have spanked your sweet arse."
"But if I have committed no sin, Father, then why are you going to spank me?"
"Because it thrills me to spank a bare female bum, and yours is the most beautiful I have ever spanked or seen. I shall spank you at every opportunity in the future. Come, lie across my thighs now and turn that lovely, smooth arse up to be spanked."
Nervously, the young beauty draped herself across the lap of the priest, and he began to spank the lush cheeks. He spanked only moderately hard, and alternated the spanks with rubs and squeezes of the gradually warming and coloring mounds which quivered under every loud slap.
Before long, the girl sobbed, then cried. After that, he gave her only a dozen more spanks before taking her off his lap and helping her to the couch.
Lying her back on the couch, he then began to kiss and suck her tits as she squirmed with desire. They were far too big to fit entirely into his mouth, but he kept trying and it was a delight to both of them.
Turning her over then, he began to kiss and lick her bum. Not only did her tingling bum cheeks feel the licking of that rough tongue, but when he parted them to lick her crack, even the little pink circle of her arsehole knew the feel of being licked and tongued.
"And now, Catherine," he told her in an excited whisper, "I am going to put my face between your legs and suck you off. My mouth will claim your hot little pink cunt and you will go wild with joy. Open your legs nice and wide, darling. There, that's it. Oh Jesus what a delightful, delicious little twat.
"There now," he went on as he moved into position, "I'll hold your warn little arse like this, then I'll lick you well all around your pussy, then I'll get my mouth right on it and suck it until you come."
He made good his promise then, holding her squirming bum with both hands. After a few minutes of playful licking, the priest fastened his mouth to her dewy little cunt and went to work on it with his lips and his tongue while the girl panted and cried out in excitement.
John wanted to make sure that her first cunt lapping was so great that she would always want more of it. As a result, he lapped as he had never lapped a cunt before, so that there was never a moment when she was not moaning and sighing in an orgy of sucking lust.
When he felt that she was ready to come, he gripped more tightly onto her arse with both hands, then sent her over the edge into the heights and depths of ecstasy. His tongue went on licking her virginal dew until Catherine cried for mercy.
"Oh my God, what joy," she sighed in a little while. "I did not know a person could experience such feelings."
"It is only the beginning, my dear. When your cunt, hot and wet, has been opened by a stiff cock, you will know a new world of supreme joy."
"When will that be, Father?" she sighed.
"Now, Catherine my darling. Right now, while your cunt is hot and wet and ready. Take my cock into your mouth, and bathe the sensitive head with your spit. Make it wet so you will feel it slip easily into your little slit."
"Will it hurt me?"
"If it does, you will not realize it, so great will your joy be."
He moved over her, and Catherine panted in expectation. She had long wondered at the feel of taking a hard cock into her tiny, sensitive little cunny, and at last she was going to know. That the cock she would feel belonged to the priest made it even more thrilling.
Catherine felt the big end pushing in her crotch, pressing between the wet lips of her hot little pussy, then stretching it as it pushed inside.
The priest never stopped talking even for a second as he kept feeding stiff cock into her virginal twat. In whispers, he told her of her beauty and of his excitement at giving her-her very first taste of cock, told her of the ecstasy she was to experience in just a little while.
And then, without warning, he was straining and stretching the barrier of her virginity. There was a sharp, tearing pain, then his tool was ramming all the way up her slit and moving in and out at a great rate.
Catherine still felt pain, but there were other things as well, sensations of joy and excitement which spread through her body like ripples on the surface of a pond. They fanned out and grew until she forgot about pain as though she was going to die of ecstasy, felt sure that her heart was going to explode.
Her heart did not, but the rest of her did, as she came very strongly, even more so than when he had done it to her with his mouth.
Just as her come was finishing, he groaned, rammed his tool all the way into her, and, leaving it there, ground in her crotch, twisting and jerking as he fired his cram into her belly.
Before Catherine left that day, she had enrolled as a nun and promised to report to the convent the following morning.
CHAPTER TEN
As arranged, Mary arrived early that morning to take charge of the new convent. Entering the convent through the secret door from the hallway of his home which adjoined the convent with a common wall, Father John greeted his Mother Superior with a passionate kiss during which his hands fondled her superior arse and thighs.
All was in readiness when Catherine arrived shortly after nine o'clock. She carried a cheap bag in which were all her belongings. Too, she wore a look of enchantment at the sight of the priest who had removed her maidenhead just the day before.
Father John admitted her to the convent, being cautious that he was not seen from the street, then led her into a small room where he took her into his arms and kissed her with great passion so that her desire was aroused at once, flaring strongly as their bodies rubbed.
"Now dear," he said as he moved away from her, "you will strip right away and put on your nun's habit."
"So soon? I thought a novice had to wait years for that."
"This is a very special order, my dear. You may say they are lay nuns. Yes, I think that's a good term indeed. A very descriptive one."
Unafraid, Catherine quickly stripped naked and stood with a look of lust not just on her face, but over her whole body.
"Here, my dear, is your habit. I trust it will fit well," he told her as he handed her the skimpy garment.
"This?" she gasped, "is a nun's habit?"
"As I told you my dear, you are a member of a very strange order. Your one role is that of pleasure, so you must dress in accordance with that."
As she pulled the flimsy garment over the lush curves of her body, Catherine could not hold back the giggle which was a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
"You look beautiful, dear," he told her warmly. "Notice how your pretty nipples poke through the silk. They will do it even more so later, when they have been properly aroused."
"Could we not do it now, Father?" she asked with a warm sigh.
"No dear. First, we must present you to Mother Superior."
"She is here?"
"Yes dear, we shall go to her directly. Come, give me your hand."
As they were about to leave the room, he paused to look at the girl's reflection in the mirror and to draw it to her attention. Mary had followed instructions so that the habit was a little longer than those worn by Father David's nuns.
Still, it was delightfully short and gave a nice display of thighs. Through it, the curves of her beautifully rounded ass showed teasingly, making him want to bare it and spank it briskly.
In the hall, they walked past a few doors, then the priest knocked lightly on one and was told to enter. Pushing the door open, John ushered the girl in ahead of him and smiled when she gasped loudly in surprise again.
Mary was dressed in the same manner as the girl except she wore a white silk garment.
As Father John introduced them, Mother Superior instructed the girl to give her the kiss of peace. Gathering the nervous girl into her arms, Mary kissed her mouth passionately and at the same time, explored her back and arse with both hands.
Although making love with another woman was relatively new to her, she liked it and John knew that the women would provide him with much entertainment and inspiration in the future.
When Mary took Catherine to the couch for what she called the examination for enrollment, the priest began to undress. He stripped naked, and they both took time out to admire the length and obvious strength of his big prick. Although both had felt it in action, it was such that they knew they would never tire of gazing at it.
Their examination had reached the stage where both women were naked and fondling each other's bubbies.
"Where tits are concerned," the priest observed warmly, "you could be twins. With four such tits available, I shall develop sore jaws from sucking them."
Giggling at this, the women went on with their playing, Mary slightly more experienced, taking the lead, Catherine following her example with nervousness and excitement at the novelty of having her body caressed by a woman, while feeling warm tits, thighs and bum cheeks under her hands.
She had been hesitant at the outset, but before long, it was clear to her how a man felt when he caressed a woman's naked body. Before long, she was writhing in passion, and made no protest at all when the older woman parted her legs and began to kiss and suck her cunt as the priest had done the previous day.
Unable to resist taking part in the ceremony, John went to the couch and, sitting beside the girl who writhed as her quiff was being lapped, he bent over her and began playing with and kissing her luscious bubbies.
Being sucked by two persons, a man and woman, at the same time, was a new and wildly exciting thrill for the new nun. As a result, when Mary's probing, licking tongue made her come, it was a very strong one indeed and caused her to keep crying out in ecstasy. All through her come, the horny priest went right on rubbing and sucking her tits as she heaved and writhed but could not escape his greedy hands and mouth.
They chatted as they rested for a little while, the women eyeing the strong cock and wondering which of them would feel it slipping up into the hotness of her pussy. The priest told them he would decide later, but that for the time being, he wanted to keep his bone-on as long as he could. "When I do let loose my charge, one of you will get a cunt dousing like you've never known," he informed them.
"For now, Catherine," he told the young nun, "I think it is time for you to savour the joy of sucking the hot cunt of another woman."
"I ... I think I'm afraid," she almost sobbed as Mary lay back on the couch with her crotch wide open, her fingers playing with her slit and parting the wet lips so that they were ready.
"Of course you are, my dear. After all, it is your very first time. You will do it though."
"Must I, Father?"
"You must be obedient to me and to Mother Superior at all times. Nuns are frequently punished with a strap, and that can be very painful."
"Is that true?"
"Oh yes, my dear. Even in the more conventional convents, any act of disobedience leads to the offender being stripped to the skin and either strapped or whipped all over her arse, legs and even her back, if the whip is used. We are not that cruel; still our nuns must obey or accept punishment. I am sure there will be no such difficulty in your case though."
"No, Father. I'll cause no trouble and I will try hard to do all that is expected of me and to do it with a good heart as well."
"That's a dear girl," he said, patting a silken bum cheek, "now you just look at how lovely Mary's crotch looks. I have often sucked that delicious cunt until we were both too tired and weak to do anything more. I know that once you taste her pussy, you will want to be forever sucking it."
"Yes, Father," the girl said as she bent obediently, her lovely face going straight to the target.
Catherine was lapping the soft gash of the woman's hot quiff, and within seconds, she had overcome her fear and went on to administer a magnificent, wet, noisy sucking which sent Mary into a wild lust.
Being so beautifully lapped, it was not long until Mary, her body trembling, moved into her come. As she went off she sent her beautiful legs high into the air and kicked wildly.
"Well, my dears," the priest said after a little while, sounding much calmer than he really felt, "it is time for me to find a nice hot nest in which to plant my bone. Who wants it?"
Both women did and both made it very clear, each hoping she would be chosen to receive it.
"Very well, my darlings," he smiled, delighted at having a pair of anxious cunts at hand, "for this time, I shall give it to the both of you."
"But how can that be?" Mary wanted to know.
"Oh, such a thing is very simple. I shall stick it in one of you, give twenty-five strokes, then take it out and push it into the other cunt. In that way, you will both get a share of it, and one of you will catch my cream when I can hold it back no longer."
"Oh, that does sound like fun," Catherine cried in glee. "Just imagine screwing two boxes at the same time."
Following the priest's instructions, both women lay on their backs and opened their legs widely for him. He went to Mother Superior first and quickly fitted his tool, then when he was in right to the balls, he began to ride her in a nice slow rhythm. As he stroked, he counted all the way to twenty-five, then pulled his wet, stiff prick out.
Within a minute, he had rammed it fully into the wet cunt of the girl and was giving her-her second screwing in as many days.
The priest had been close to shooting his wad all the way from the start, but by pulling out after twenty-five strokes each time, he helped cool his tool so that there was less danger of going off too quickly and thus spoiling his fun.
Still, although he did his best, he was not able to hold back for long and, while his cock stroked in Catherine's warm, clinging little cunt for the second round, he ground down on her and filled her belly with his, hot, thick cream. There was, he was pleased to note, no sign of jealousy on Mary's part even though the girl had taken what she wanted.
It was the beginning of what was destined to be a wonderful relationship among the three of them, and one that was to expand to include many others.
Martine was inducted into the order the following day, and showed a delight that was as great as Catherine's had been. Like Catherine, she was a natural, with hot cunt that could never get enough pleasure.
During that same week, seven girls between the ages of fifteen and eighteen were enrolled as novitiates. Until such time as they could be trained, however, they were relegated to the downstairs section of the house for training by Mary, with help from Father John.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Father John and Mary kept in constant touch with Father David and his Mother Superior. There was still much for the two of them to learn about convents, especially in the matter of making them pay not just enough to break even, but to show a nice profit as David's convent did.
Because David had more whorehouse business than his nuns could handle, he referred many customers to Father John. The two were often invited to parties at David's convent, where they met men of money and influence who were thrilled to learn that there was another such convent to which they could go in London.
Within six months of opening the convent, Father John had nine young nuns beautifully trained as whores for both men and women customers, and there were an additional six still under training on the ground floor.
Mary proved excellent in her role of Mother Superior as she broke the novitiates in gradually. A recruit would learn first that there was nothing wrong with nuns having a little fun. Also, they were taught that the body was a glorious thing to be enjoyed and admired rather than hidden at all times.
She held exercise classes during which she and all the participating trainees were entirely naked. Putting the girls through their paces with vigorous exercises, Mary ensured that they displayed their bodies to each other in the most provocative manner. As they did, she would make a point of spotting which girls seemed most aroused and interested in admiring other bodies as well as displaying their own.
Sister Jean was perhaps typical of the novitiates. When she arrived at the convent, she was a frightened, shy girl of seventeen who had been pushed into the life of a nun by her mother.
Sensing that the girl had great potential, Mary played her cards with great care, making a point of helping the girl over her nervousness and discovering that Jean had not wanted to be a nun at all.
The first time Jean was obliged to strip naked and do her exercises with the other naked girls, she cried, but Mary, also naked, held and comforted the girl, and in so doing, was able to win her trust and her confidence.
From time to time, she would summon Jean to her room for long chats. She did this with all the novitiates, and used the private meetings to find out how well the girl in question was proceeding. She would drop little hints about ways in which the joys of the flesh could be enjoyed, and wait for the girl to pick them up so that she could lead her on a little farther.
Mary was amazed at how quickly Jean, so shy a girl, began to show signs of being responsive to her approaches. With some of the girls, she used four or five private meetings before she showed her hand and lured the girl into bed to have her pussy played with and sucked, but when she called Jean in for the second time, she was confident that the girl would be hers that very evening. That was the necessary first step before a girl was turned over to Father John to have her cherry removed under the assault of his cherry plucker which was always ready, willing and able to plow a path through any virgin cunt.
Mary bathed and perfumed her body carefully in advance, and when she admitted Jean to her private suite, she wore the brief, transparent silk habit through which her body showed so excitingly.
Jean gaped, eyes wide with surprise, at the sight of more mature woman.
"Heavens, dear," Mary said with a winning smile, "there is no need to look so shocked. Surely a nun is entitled to be comfortable when she is alone in her chamber."
"But ... but Reverend Mother," the girl stammered, "that habit makes your body look even more exciting than when you are bare naked."
"Then you admit that you find my naked body exciting, Jean?" she asked with a wide smile.
"I ... I ... yes, Mother, I must confess that I entertain sinful feelings and thoughts at the sight of a naked body, especially yours."
"That is as it should be, my dear," Mary told her as she slipped an arm around her waist and drew her down beside her on the bed.
"But surely that is sinful?" the girl asked with a frown of puzzlement.
"You have much to learn, dear, about what is sin and what is not. The church teaches many things which it does not believe in order that its members will remain in ignorance and fear."
"But Mother, surely you jest. If you feel this way, then surely you would not be a nun."
"On the contrary, Jean, nuns and priests enjoy life more than any others because we know that such things as sin are a pack of lies we use to keep others in subjection."
Given that opening, Jean moved in to ask questions about life and faith and the church. Each time she did, Mary gave an answer which brought the girl one step farther along the path down which she was determined to lead her.
It was not long at all before the girl had reached the stage where she was eating up everything the woman told her and asking for more.
Pausing in the conversation then go to her closet, Mary produced a short, silk habit for the girl and told her to undress and put it on. Jean did not resist at all, and as she stripped, the older nun licked her lips in anticipation of rolling in bed with the girl, then turning her over to Father John for the opening of her little cunt with his long, delightful prick.
While Jean undressed, Mary went to her bureau and took a book out of the drawer. It was one Father John had given her to be used in the seduction of the innocent novitiates, and contained erotic stories as well as illustrations which were calculated to arouse her young charges.
Bringing the briefly garbed young nun back to the wide bed with her, Mary opened the book and began reading marked passages to her and showing her appropriate illustrations.
"And books such as this and the things they portray in words and pictures are not sinful?" she asked in amazement.
"Far from it, dear," Mary assured her patting a smooth bare thigh as she did. "After all, it was Father John who gave me this book and many others like it."
"But surely it would embarrass you to have a man know that you are excited by such things."
"Why should it? At the time, we were both bare naked in bed and he had just finished sucking at my cunt until I exploded with ecstasy."
"Mother," the girl gasped, "can such things really be true? A priest and a nun?"
"Why do you think there are nuns, my dear?" she spoke with a smile as her hand moved farther up the girl's thigh for another, more exciting feel.
Sensing that the girl was more than ready then, there was a stepping up of the pace as Mary prepared to close in for the delicious kill.
From that point, she concentrated on showing Jean only pictures of nude women together, writhing in the act of hot love. They portrayed the kissing and sucking of tits, bums and cunts, and each showed a look of ecstasy on the face of one or both of the women.
While they continued to look through the book, fingers touching as they examined various illustrations, Mary became confident that Jean was not going to resist at all, that, rather, unless she soon made the big step, the girl would herself take the initiative.
Putting the book aside, the mother superior swept the trembling girl into her arms and they kissed with a passion that knew no bounds. Throughout their kiss, their scantily clad bodies rubbed and pressed together, causing the younger one to sigh with such feeling that it was much like crying.
"You do want to learn all about life, don't you, dear?" Mary asked in a whisper.
"Oh yes, Mother, please show me. I feel like a child who wants something without knowing what it is. Please help me."
It was a pathetic cry and Mary was quick to respond to it since it was the goal she had set for herself. Throwing off her brief habit, she caught the younger woman's garment and pulled it over her head. Naked then, they came together in another passionate embrace.
"Oh Mother," Jean cried out weakly, "what are you doing? Oh, it feels so exciting."
"I am sucking one of your beautiful little titties, you sweet darling," Mary replied, taking her mouth off the firm little silken cone. "Shall I do it some more?"
"Yes ... yes ... yes ..." the trembling girl cried as she pushed the firm tit back into the mouth of the mother superior.
But Mary did more than just suck her little boob. At the same time, her hands were bury on the warm, silken body, rubbing, patting, urging the aroused girl to new heights of flaming lust.
Mary was delighted when she felt Jean begin to use her hands to explore her hot body. It was not long before Jean stopped rubbing and, moving up on the bed, opened her mouth wide to claim one of Mary's much bigger tits. She sucked greedily, as though it were something she had done often in the past, yet Mary knew that was not the case. Rather, the girl was learning quickly and so well that there could be no doubt that she would quickly be directed into becoming a truly excellent whore.
After only a little more time, Mary fell on the girl and, drawing her thighs wide apart, pressed her mouth to the soft pink lips of the virginal cunt and began sucking her off.
To her great surprise and delight, Mary felt the girl pulling at her body and forcing her warm face into her crotch. It was only seconds before Jean was sucking her cunt with the skill of a seasoned veteran.
For Mary, there was always an exciting thrill at the moment she achieved the seduction of a trembling young virgin, but this time it was even greater than usual. Her joy knew no bounds as she rubbed her crotch against the pretty young face and felt the girl's lips and tongue responding in a way which drive her out of her mind.
Jean was first to come, but she proved herself a true player by continuing to suck Mary's quiff even while she was coming. As a result, Mary was less than a minute behind the girl in reaching her climax.
"That was your first lesson in life," Mary told her a little later when they were both able to breathe normally. "Did you enjoy it?"
"More than anything I have ever experienced," the breathless girl told her. "Can it be that such joy is possible without sin?"
"Sin, you sweet thing," Mary told her with a smile, "is what we use to keep fools in line. If there is any sin at all, then it is the act of denying pleasure. Do not take my word for it, ask Father John. He will be here with us in a few minutes and the three of us will have a wonderful time."
"Then should we not hurry and get dressed?" Jean asked with obvious concern.
"Why bother? When he gets here, the first thing he is going to do is get undressed. When he does, my darling, you are going to see the most beautiful, long prick that has ever delighted my eyes and my cunt. Prepare yourself for that moment, Jean, it is going to be the high point of your life. One of many high points you will experience as a nun."
Mary had already pulled a bell cord to signal the priest, and it was a very short time before he arrived, using the hidden entrance. He knocked lightly and was told to enter.
As the door opened, Jean huddled closer to Mary as if instinctively seeking protection, but the look of pleasure on the face of the priest as he spotted two nudes told her she had nothing to fear save, perhaps, her own state of embarrassment.
"Ah, bless you, Mother Superior," he said, though he gazed at the girl rather than the woman, "you have provided us with an exquisite rose for our bouquet."
"She is truly beautiful, Father, is she not?"
It seemed so strange to the trembling girl to see the naked nun and the priest referring to each other by such formal titles and without a trace of embarrassment.
"I can see that the young darling is a trifle embarrassed, Mother," the priest said then. "Perhaps it would help if I wore less clothing."
Turning his back to them, he pulled his cassock up over his head and Jean saw that he was naked. Her heart began to pound with excitement.
"Have you never seen a naked male before?" Mary asked as she slipped an arm around the girl.
"No, Mother, not even a baby. I know not what man looks like."
"What a thrill this will be for you, darling. Turn now, Father and let this delightful child see her very first cock."
The priest turned, his cock stiff and upstanding. Mary felt the girl tremble in her arms and saw her eyes go wide at the sight of the gloriously long cunt opener as it swayed in a gesture of pride, a pride that was, she told herself, well and truly justified.
John walked slowly to the bed, then stood with his legs apart so that the girl could admire his big, hairy balls as well.
"Does my cock please you, Sister Jean?" he asked with a warm smile as he stared down at her lovely titties heaving in excitement.
"Oh, Father, it truly does. It fills me with a very great excitement which causes me to tremble."
"As it should be, my dear. A good cock, well used, can cause many delightful sensations in the body of a woman. Is that not so, Mother?"
"It truly can and does, Jean. Each time he fills my cunt with that magnificent bone, I tremble like a child. Often when I'm supervising prayers and wear so intense an expression, it is because I am thinking of this long, hard cock and hoping that I will soon again feel it pushing up into my aching cunt."
With a hand behind the priest's arse, Mary pulled him closer and guided the girl through an examination of this cock which involved fondling it, feeling the velvet texture of the swollen head, and moving the sheath of skin back and forth over the hard shaft.
At one point, Mary introduced the entire head of it into her mouth and sucked it a little. While Jean followed suit, Mary told her about the joy of sucking a cock until a nice drink of warm cream was provided.
The girl did not know about sucking cocks, nor that a cock could shoot cream. It was all fascinating to her and very exciting.
Getting onto the bed then, the priest began to fondle the young nun, kissing and sucking her tits, turning her over to kiss and lick the cheeks of her arse and the deep crack, then turning her again to stare hungrily at her little pink cunt, nicely wet and warm from having been sucked so shortly before.
And then it was being kissed and sucked again. While the priest lapped her, Mary told her of the glories of fucking and how a woman had not truly lived until a stout prick opened her cunt to allow life in, and to provide the supreme joy.
Instead of sucking until the girl went off, the priest brought her close to the edge, then raised his wet face from her crotch.
"The little angel is a font of fresh dew and sweet honey, Mary," he said in a reverent tone. "You must have sucked her well."
"Oh she did, Father, and so did you."
"Thank you my dear. But now I shall show you that I also fuck very well."
On the verge of sobbing, Jean protested that it was not possible for such a thing to fit into a little cunt without tearing it and causing great pain.
"Then watch me, darling," Mary said as she hurried off the bed and bent over with her hands resting on the edge of the bureau.
Moments later, Jean was hunched under the nun, looking right up into her wide open crotch she watched the priest stand close behind the arched arse of the nun, then saw the big cock coming into the waiting crotch.
It probed for a few seconds, then with one push, it was inside. Seemingly in no time, the entire length of his cock was buried inside Mary's cunt.
"Oh what joy, Father," Mary cried out. "Leave it in me for a minute and give me a few strokes."
Pausing with his tool anchored well up into the nun's belly, the priest laughed and playfully slapped her arse a few times.
"Strokes like this mother?" he asked as he slapped again.
"Anything, Father, as long as I feel that prick inside my burning hot cunt."
He stopped lapping then, gripped her hips and gave her a dozen long, slowly spaced strokes of cock up her slit then pulled it out.
His cock fresh with the woman's cunt juice swayed as he turned then and brought Jean to the bed. Joining them there, Mary eased Jean down onto the bed and showed her how to open her legs to offer her cunt to a man.
"Your cunt is wet," she told the girl, "and so is that lovely long cock. It will go in easily and make you feel wonderful."
And then came the moment when the priest moved between her legs and began probing her young crotch with his prick. It found her slit quickly and easily, then she felt her sensitive lips being parted, the entrance to her pussy being stretched by the big head. Her virginity, a thing she had been taught to prize, was being taken.
In just a short while, she told herself, her cunt would no longer contain a cherry, but would be filled with the hard cock of a man, a priest at that.
When John felt the barrier of the young cherry, he glanced at Mary and she understood. He gave a little push and the girl cried out sharply.
"It's all right, darling," Mary whispered into her ear. "It hurt once, the first time a woman's cunt is opened. After that there is nothing but joy in store."
Father John rammed hard then, Jean cried out loudly in pain, and his cock pushed well up into the young cunt. The priest did not give her time to concentrate on the pain, as he stroked strongly until the full length of his cock was in her stretched slit.
He proceeded then to give her a long, slow fucking which did not bring her to a climax, but did demonstrate to her the wonderful feeling of having a man's cock inside her body.
When he went off strongly, instinct told her to wrap her arms and legs around him and hold on tight.
CHAPTER TWELVE
For more than two weeks, Father John, with considerable assistance from Mother Superior, had concentrated on the plan for a very special mass.
The congregation consisted of twenty men who had been carefully selected on the basis of their ability and willingness to pay well for their pleasure. So well, in fact, that from that one mass, John calculated he would take in more revenue than the collection plate would produce in a year.
It was important, therefore, that the ceremony provide a maximum of stimulation and entertainment. Handled properly, the priest saw, it could be the beginning of a regular series of such masses which would eventually make him a rich man.
Wealth was not a thing he had planned on at the outset of his career, then it had been merely a determination to have as many women as possible in as many ways as possible. Still, when the opportunity presented itself, money offered a special inducement that was not to be ignored.
A special chapel had been established in the private section of the convent. The floor was covered with thick carpeting from wall to wall. In the center of the floor was a bed covered with a sheet of gleaming black silk. Circling the makeshift altar, twenty chairs were arranged so that each member of the congregation would have an excellent view.
As the men arrived, they were ushered from the rectory, through the secret door into the convent. There, they went into a room where they were advised to undress. Each was provided with a towel-like device which could be wrapped around the waist.
When all were ready, the door was opened and they filed directly into the chapel. After all were seated, an organ began to play softly in another room so that it provided little more than the suggestion of music. When one listened closely, it could be detected that regular hymns were being played.
Another door opened, and Father John walked with dignity into the chapel. He wore a flowing robe which was held from behind in such a way that he was naked from the waist down. His cock was fully erected.
His gown was held by a naked nun who quickly caught the attention of most of the congregation, though a few who liked the feel of a stiff tool up the bum continued to gaze at the priest's cock instead.
When John reached the altar, he stood silently and permitted the naked nun to remove his single garment so that he too was then naked.
Through the door then came Mother Superior. She wore a similar garment and it too was held by a nude nun in such a way that her belly and arse were bared to view. When she reached the altar and stood beside the priest, her gown was also removed.
Standing side by side, the priest and nun turned and bowed in various directions to display their nudity to all.
Each then took a seat on an armless chair facing each other. Through the door they had used, came a double file of twenty naked nuns. All were stunning beauties since it was a condition of enrollment in the order that an applicant be young and beautiful.
As the lines approached the priest and nun, the two leaders went one to each chair and lay over a lap in the classic spanking position. While the priest spanked one lovely bum, the Mother Superior warmed and coloured the other.
They were not hard spankings, just hard enough to provide a nice pink hue, and to impart a warming tingle to the smooth cheeks.
As the two spanked nuns got to their feet, they walked around the room, then each went to one member of the congregation and offered to sit on his lap or stand beside his chair, as he wished.
The process was continued until all twenty nuns had been lightly spanked and had taken up position with one of the men.
Quick to take advantage of the gift of warm, exciting nudity, the men began fondling the nuns at once. Much of their attention was centered on the warm, pink bum cheeks, but titties, thighs and cunts were not ignored by any means.
At a signal from the priest, who remained seated with Mother superior, the two nudes who had accompanied them to the chapel walked reverently to the bed, bowed to each other, then knelt up on the bed and moved into a passionate embrace during which they kissed hungrily as each fondled the body of the other.
Lying together then, they embraced in many different and exciting positions as they played with each other in the mode of two lesbians alone on their couch of passion in absolute privacy.
They took turns sucking tits, then alternated as each kissed and licked the arse of the other. The one having her arse mouthed, knelt up to enhance the view of the men around the room.
As the congregation watched in rapt fascination, a few of them, feeling that the bum of their nun was becoming too pale, took one over his lap and gave her another spanking. Mostly they were gentle and the spankings were of a light nature, but a couple of the nuns cried lightly which added to the excitement of the music being provided by the hidden organ.
But it was the only hidden organ in the room. By then, every man had removed his towel and there was a nice array of hard, throbbing pricks to be seen.
On the couch, the two nuns knelt up and bowed to each other again, then, lying together, each fitted her face into the crotch of the other and began to suck noisily, making wet exciting sounds. As each of them came, she did it with loud cries of ecstasy and much writhing and threshing of legs and arms, to the delight of the congregation, male and female alike.
Getting off the altar then, the two bowed to the group, and each went to one end of the bed where she knelt on all fours with her knees wide apart so that her freshly sucked cunt could be viewed.
At that point, the volume of the organ increased slightly as the priest and Mother superior got to their feet and walked slowly toward the altar. Again they bowed to the congregation with the same reverence which prevailed throughout the strange ceremony.
With assistance from the priest, Mother Superior got onto the altar and lay on her back. The black silk more than enhanced the beauty and whiteness of her flawless body as she lay with her legs well apart and her hands resting on both sides of her face.
Standing close to the altar, the priest raised both his arms high in the classic begging for benediction from on high. An absolute hush fell over the room, only the music of the organ being heard, faintly again so that it would not conflict with the words of the priest.
He began with a chant which brought a new atmosphere into the room and filled every body and mind therein. Ranging from very high pitched, to low, resonant notes, the priest continued the chant, his body twisting from the waist, his strong cock swaying.
And then the chant switched from Latin to English as he called the attention of various saints to the beauty of the female body.
"Matthewwwww and Marrrrrkkk," he intoned as he lowered his arms and fondled her left breast, "gaze on the beauty of this tit. Feel the firm silk give under my fingers as I rub it."
"Luuuuke and Johnnnnnnnn," he went on, "share between you the beauty of her other tit. Let the drool fall from your mouths as you wish you could suck this big beauty."
He was rubbing both her teats then, bending over her, his cock waving above her. Releasing one tit, he closed his mouth over it and went on chanting, producing a strange, muffled sound.
He found appropriate chants for her belly and waist, and again called on the saints and angels to see and hear this adoration of beauty.
Mother Superior rolled over onto her belly then and the ceremony continued until all wondered how long his throat could continue to produce the bizarre wailing sounds.
When he reached her delightfully curved arse, he rubbed both cheeks and offered one each to Saints Peter and Paul to fondle. When the eminent gentlemen did not appear to accept his fleshy offering, he looked after that chore for them and did it with obvious relish.
Drawing the woman up so that her arse was arched high, the priest then drew the plump cheeks apart to bare her hole.
"Let grace and faith pour into this sweet pink hole and fill the belly of this beautiful woman," he intoned then. "Let her be so filled with these qualities that her tits and arse will be forced to swell even more to contain them."
But exciting as it had all been to that point, it was merely a prelude to the examination of her cunt which he then turned to. While she displayed it to the congregation, he chanted praise, alternately rubbing and fingering the wet slit.
"Oh golden chalice lined with the purest of red silken flesh, remain filled forever with the honey sweet nectar of cunt so that man may always drink from you. Be always slim and tight so that your fleshy walls may caress stroking cock and suck the fluid from balls into your belly."
As the incantation continued, many other cunts in the chapel were being similarly attended to as the naked nuns writhed and sighed, adding their sounds to those of the priest and the organ.
And then the incantations became muffled again as the priest knelt and pressed his mouth to the heat of her wet cunt.
Her back arched, Mother Superior brought her body high above the altar, her weight supported on her hands and feet, her legs open wide as the man continued to suck her cunt and fondle her lovely arse.
When he stepped back from her, the woman fell to the bed and writhed in desire. Helping her from the altar, he threw himself down on his back and cried out loudly for the spirit of woman to come to him and accept his adoration.
The spirit became flesh as the woman mounted the altar and knelt above him, her legs straddling his face. Slowly, she began to lower her body until the lips of her cunt were brushing his lips.
His tongue licked out and went into her slit. While her bare arse writhed, the priest proceeded to lick her cunt, his tongue rubbing her passion bud that was already so fully aroused.
After only a little more of such lapping, the naked nun threw her head back, closed her eyes tightly and emitted a series of piercing shrieks. The sounds, and the twitching and jerking of her naked body told all that she was coming.
Around the room, there were other such cries as many of the nuns were coming from having their cunts rubbed and fingered by the excited males who held them.
Helping Mother Superior from the altar then, the priest walked to an elevated platform and announced to the audience that he would preach a brief sermon.
His sermon consisted of an admonition to all that it was the purpose of life to enjoy the desires of the body in every possible way. It is a grievous sin, he told them, for a man ever to have a hard-on and not satisfy it at once.
"Fathers everywhere," he shouted, "take your sweet innocent daughters to the couch and fuck their tight little cunts. Fuck too their tiny little arse holes, let your cream flow down their childish little legs. Beat their little arses and make them cry, for surely there is no greater joy than to fuck the cunt or arsehole of a crying girl whose little bum cheeks glow redly with the marks of the strap, cane and birch."
"Mothers, do not permit your innocent sons to kiss you on the cheek. Instead, strip naked and allow them to kiss and suck your tits. Show them your arse and have them bathe it with kisses. Show the lad your cunt where he came from, and let him return to it with a hard little prick. Suck their little cocks, frig them, fuck them, beat their arses, spread joy in this troubled world. Joy begins in your cunt, your belly and your arse, spread it far and wide, keep wet and hot at all times."
As he completed his sermon, sweat running down his body, he stepped down from the platform. Mother Superior quickly bent over and gripped the back of a chair, her big, beautiful bum swaying, her feet planted wide apart, her lush tits swaying under her.
The sound of the organ increased, the priest took cock in hand, stood close against her arse and quickly fitted his prick into the warm depths of her cunt. Holding her by the hips, he began feeding his tool to her in long, strong strokes.
Before he finished screwing her as the finale to the strange mass, naked men and women were writhing all over the floor as they screwed, sucked and played in every possible manner.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Over the years, the convent continued to expand as did the reputation of the church and the priest. So much so, in fact, that in due time the bishop felt compelled to take some action to prevent further scandal which would harm the church as a whole.
At his invitation, Father John appeared for a discussion at the bishop's palace. It was not anything like a pleasant conversation.
For a little while, Father John listened to the tirade the bishop heaped upon him, then, seeing that nothing he could say would possibly placate the angry old man, he rose, bowed politely, and told the bishop he could take his Roman collar and shove it up his arse.
"Considering the number of cocks that have been up your hole over the years," he added as the bishop coloured and sputtered, "I should think you could roll it up like a hoop without it ever touching either side."
Filled with a sense of satisfaction, John left the palace and drove to the rectory where he consulted with Mother Superior about future plans.
The following day, a group of priests arrived at the church to conduct a ceremony whereby the blessing on the building was removed so that it became an ordinary piece of real estate which, John learned, would be sold along with the rectory.
During the ceremony, while the priests milled about, the nuns, led by Mother Superior, hung out the windows of the convent, their bare tits swaying, and shouted obscenities at the priests, inviting them to forget about the foolish ceremony and to come upstairs for some fancy screwing.
It was not long before a vast throng gathered in the street outside and urged the nuns on with bawdy comments, much to the discomfort of the performing priests who cut the ceremony short and scurried away, the laughter and shouts of the throng echoing behind them.
Using his church contacts to good advantage, John found the agent who had been commissioned to sell the church and rectory. Because the buildings were old and not in a good state of repair, the price was low and he was able to make a deal with the agent. The agreement was conditional on the agent not disclosing his identity to the church until it was final.
At once, he put crews to work remodeling the church so that instead of one big hall, it became a series of comfortable, nicely furnished rooms.
The altar was left in place, and became a liquor bar at one end of a large room. It was the room where clients would first be admitted and where the whores would wait to be taken to one of the rooms.
It was not long before the fame of the Holy Whorehouse spread throughout the city and beyond. Dressed in clerical garb, Father John would greet each client by offering his blessing, then, Mother Superior, clad only in one of the short, silken habits, her lovely face hooded in traditional nun style, would lead the customer into the meeting room where the working nuns greeted them, vying with each other to lure the client with their charms.
So popular did the Holy Whorehouse become that it became necessary for clients to make appointments. John often complained with a pretended frown that his back was becoming sore and weak from carrying his money to the bank.
Taking up residence in the rectory, John and Mary decided to maintain the chapel in the convent.
There were many calls for them to stage bizarre masses there, and the customers paid high prices to watch and participate as the former priest and former Mother Superior presided over masses which always terminated in mass banging sessions on the thickly carpeted floor.
More and more, women came to the church to be serviced. For a while, John tried to handle that chore alone, but saw that it would be impossible. He engaged a few handsome men and boys as male whores and had them dress as priest while on duty.
One evening, Father John engaged the services of a man to perform a special ritual at a bizarre mass. The man was powerfully built, but especially in the region of the crotch where he boasted a prick that was twelve inches long and big around as well.
From a chemist friend, John obtained a fluid which, when painted on turned the man's skin a dark brown so that he took on the appearance of a Negro. He and Mary agreed that it had the effect of making the man look even more impressive.
At the high point of the mass that evening, Mary and the priest stepped back from the altar and a hush fell over the room.
The silence was broken by a series of gasps as the men and women in the audience watched wide eyed as the giant Negro stepped into the room carrying a naked girl under each arm as easily as if they were a couple of dolls.
He was wearing an apron, but as he deposited the girls on the altar, he straightened up and whipped the garment off. He was naked then and his massive rod caused the audience to break into a buzz of admiration.
Already emboldened and aroused, the women were particularly loud in their admiration of the splendid cunt stretcher.
Those who were able to take their eyes off the enormous banger to look at the girls on the altar saw at once that they were golden haired twins who appeared to be not more than fifteen years of age.
Mary had found them while shopping in the city and, impressed by their potential as a matched set, had engaged them on the spot.
As the giant turned toward the girls, waving his gigantic cock, they cowered in pretended terror. Laughing, he picked one up and held her high above his head. Holding her in that manner, he walked slowly around the room with her. As they went, she kicked her prettily shaped legs so that all could see her cunt as well as the rest of her body.
"I'm thirsty," the giant growled as he returned to the altar with her. "Give me a drink, girlie."
Lying on his back on the altar, he held her just above his face and, after a few seconds, the angelic looking girl loosed a stream of brightly colored pee directly into his mouth.
When he had drunk the last drop, he complained that he was still thirsty. Sitting up, he held the girl high as she opened her legs and he sucked her cunt in the position depicted by Fragonard in his painting, The Flute Player, in which a satyr laps the twat of a fair haired girl who blows the flute merrily while he blows her cunt.
For many in the audience, it was the first time they had ever seen a woman lapped in such a position and they were much impressed.
The little angel came before long, her arse twitching, her little crotch rubbing at his face as he went on sucking until she seemed to collapse.
Complaining that he was still thirsty, the giant then picked up the other girl. She squealed and kicked her little legs as she pretended to protest being so ravished, but her protests were, of course, to no avail. Turning her over his lap, he gave her a brisk little spanking and warned her to be a good girl or he would bite her cute little tits off and chew them up.
This time, instead of sitting, the man stood and turned the girl upside down. As easily as if he were eating a leg of lamb, he pulled her up to his face, one leg on each side of his neck, and calmly set about sucking her pretty little cunt.
Like the rest of him, his tongue was big and long, and he allowed the audience to see the way he used it to lick both the lips of her quiff and the juicy interior. Juice ran down his chin and dribbled onto his strong chest as he licked and sucked the little darling until she came, sweet legs kicking madly with excitement.
Putting her down then, he picked up the one he had lapped first and, standing, he held her high, then brought her down until her crotch was resting on the head of his brutally big cock.
The girl kicked and cried out in protest, but with a skill that sent waves of heat flooding every crotch in the audience, he impaled her on his cock. On the face of the girl, the audience saw a mixture of passion and pain, but it was clear to most that passion was the stronger of the two and that she was vastly enjoying the stretching of her little cunt.
He worked her down until he was in her right to the balls, then, bending his knees a little, he used his hands to work her up and down on his prick. He went on screwing her in that manner until she cried out that she was coming.
When she came, there was no pretence of pain or protest. Her legs scissored madly around him and she pressed down hard on his cock as though wishing he had even more of it to drive up into her little belly.
The audience went into a frenzy as they saw a mixture of sweat and cream trickling down from the giant and the darling child.
He pulled her off his cock then, and there was a sound of wet gushing as she popped free. To the amazement of all, the giant's cock still stood stiffly.
Taking it in his hand and jerking it a few times, he looked at the other girl who lay cowering on the altar, then bent down to pick her up.
A brilliant young actress, she cried out loudly for him to spare her.
"Please mister nigger," she called out so that all could hear, "do not put that terribly big prick into my tiny little pink cunny."
"That's just what I'm going to do, baby," he told her gruffly. "I'm going to stretch your little cunt and make you cry for mercy. Don't fight me or I'll spank your cute little bum first and then screw you."
When she went on protesting and pleading with him, the man picked her up easily and holding her under his left arm, walked around the circle in front of the seats spanking her pert little bum and turning the white cheeks to a lovely pink shade while she cried and kicked her legs in a futile gesture of protest. He continued spanking her arse until he had completed a full circle of the altar.
Stopping then, he fitted her onto his cock just as he had done to her sister, then went on to give her a delightful fuck. He did it as easily as if her cunt were his hand and he were jerking himself off. It was a delightful picture, so much so, that the few members of the audience who had not previously stripped raked, hurriedly did so as they played with each other in an orgy of lust.
Like her sister, she stopped acting when she began to come. While she was in the throes of the orgasm, he pulled her tightly down onto his rod and jerked his body against her as sweat rolled down his face and onto both their bodies.
At last, it was obvious that the girl was finished, so the artificial Negro pulled her off his cock and deposited her onto the couch with her twin.
Again the audience was astounded that the man's giant cock was still standing proud and rampant. He had screwed two girls to completion, yet he had not spent his juices in doing so.
Once again, he stood tall and proud before the audience and wrapped a big hand around the shaft of his most magnificent tally-whacker. But this time, there was to be a difference.
Walking around the circle of chairs and couches on which men and women sat and lay in various postures, he went on banging his bishop until at last, throwing his head back, he sprayed the group with his strongly spurting semen.
To many of the women in the group, it was a criminal waste of the contents of a good bone that could well have been spent between the thighs of a horny woman, but to all, it was the end of a thrilling performance.
Father John and Mary, who became known as the virgin Mary, continued to operate a flourishing business for many years at the Holy Whorehouse.
They amassed a great amount of money and invested it wisely. When the investment reached the amount of one million pounds, John kept a promise he had made to himself much earlier, that when he had that much money, he would retire from active business.
Proving to be a whore master with a heart of gold, he had a solicitor arrange papers which gave ownership of the Holy Whorehouse jointly to all who then were employed in the establishment.
To all his whoring nuns, he offered an alternative. They could, he explained, remain in the establishment as joint owners, or they could instead, go with him and Mary to a quiet island in the West Indies where he intended to live out his life.
Five of the young beauties chose to join the couple in their sunny idyll, the remainder chose to remain in England, co-owners of the most profitable whoring operation in the land.
Through influential friends in the government, Father John was granted title to a small island, located within easy boating distance of a larger, more populated island, where he took up residence with his harem.
He still resides there, a happy and contented man who, as he says, discovered a secret that remains hidden from most mortals; that heaven does exist, but despite what the churches teach, it is to be found here on earth.
