Chapter 11
While they gathered around the bar and Colin poured more drinks, Clark pulled the hem of the nun's habit up and got under it. Allowing it to fall around him, he knelt in total darkness and played with her. Since her panties had long since been removed, he was free to do anything he wanted and she aided him by leaning over a little and bracing her legs wide apart.
Although Clark couldn't know it, he was making a dream come true for the nun who had long wanted a boy or girl kneeling under her robes doing just what he was doing to her with his hands and his mouth.
Juice trickled down her inner thighs from the double lapping she had received and the way he was probing her twat told her that her thighs were going to be wetter still.
"That son of yours sure is a greedy little fellow," the nun said with a grin.
"Well, he's just a growing boy," Colin told her. "He should eat as much as he can."
"I'm not complaining," she told him. "I've often thought how thrilling it would be to wear just a long, sheer black robe and have a boy or girl work under it so that I'd be able to see. I'm sure it would be more fun for him too, if he could see my ass and thighs and cunt."
"You're right, Sister," Colin told her, "but I'm sure Clark is quite pleased with the arrangement. It dawns on me that you could come and visit us again. I could arrange to get just the kind of garment you have in mind, something loose fitting enough to permit lots of action."
"I guess it could be arranged, if Father will help."
"Oh of course," the priest said, eagerly. "After all, if I'm being invited, the least I can do is to arrange for Sister to be allowed to come."
"You're a sneaky bastard, Father," Colin told him, grinning. "By all means you're invited and I think you'll find more than enough hot cunt here to keep you happy."
"Hell, Colin, compared to this place, heaven wouldn't keep me happy. There can't be an angel there to compare with these daughters of yours," he said and drew Betty into an embrace with one arm as he fondled her breasts, then her buttocks.
"You don't believe in that heaven and hell stuff, do you?" Colin asked.
"Hell no, but I don't spread it around. People are catching on fast enough as it is. It's bad for business. Those collection plates are getting lighter all the time."
"Well, if you..." the nun started to say, then her face became contorted with passion and her body began to tremble, announcing to all that she was on the verge of orgasm.
Clark knew it too and holding her by the hips, he gave her a few more licks on her clitoris and it did the trick, triggering a very fierce orgasm.
Taking his face out of her crotch, Clark held her smooth buttocks with both hands and delighted in the way the big cheeks jerked and squirmed as she held the bar for support, her big, naked breasts swaying madly, to the delight of the audience.
"Want to come out for air, Clark?" his mother asked and raised the garment above the nun's hips.
"Yeah, thanks. It's great under there, but it's hard to breathe."
"Think of how it would be if I farted, dear?" the nun asked and they all laughed.
"In that case," Colin commented, "I'd say your habit would become a sexy gas chamber. What a way to die."
There was more laughter, then Colin decided to refresh their drinks. The others agreed and they remained gathered around the bar, each enjoying thoughts of what had happened and what was yet to come. Only the priest had any reservations about the immediate future as he thought of the additional beating he was to receive. That part didn't cheer him a bit.
Such thoughts didn't bother the nun at all. She had often been beaten in the convent, both as punishment and to please Sister Superior, a cruel woman with a taste for flagellating the smooth white skin of young women and girls, then forcing them to go down on her and lap her cunt until she couldn't stand another climax.
By submitting her body for such beatings, she earned many special favors. It hadn't taken her long to enjoy the beatings and to get kicks out of reading erotic stories to the woman, stories about unfortunate girls and younger women who fell into the hands of cruel persons who enjoyed causing them pain and listening to their cries and pleas for mercy.
Sometimes they would act out the stories and when they did, Sister Margaret was assured of severe beatings which left marks which she carried for days. Any spanking she would get that night would be like play, like being lashed with Kleenex.
"Ready for round two?" Colin asked as he put his glass down. "Clark, help Sister on with her panties," he added, confirming that the second round was about to start whether or not the others were in agreement.
Quickly, Clark found the nun's panties and helped her get into them, snugging them around her and feeling the bottom and crotch of them.
Going to the armless chair, Colin sat and called the nun to him.
"Sister Margaret," he said in a stern tone, "I'm the bishop and I'm going to punish you. Kneel at my feet and bare your breasts to me."
"Yes, Your Excellency," the nun said and trembled with excitement as she dropped to her knees, close to the seated man and slowly pulled the front of her robe wide open to display her breasts.
"Sister, I have a report that while you were sucking Sister Superior's cunt the other night, you deliberately bit her labia majora. Is that true?"
"Not deliberately, Your Excellency. I got too horny and it happened by accident."
"Deliberate or accidental, you will be punished for it. Biting a cunt is a serious offence, especially when that cunt belongs to your superior. Meditate on your sin while I play with your tits and ponder your fate, you evil nun."
Her head bowed, the nun moved closer to him, kneeling between his widely parted knees while he played with her luscious breasts. He divided his efforts evenly between her nipples and the satiny melons which jutted so firmly and it was not too long before her nipples were fully extended.
"Since I am not wearing my ring," he intoned, "You cannot kiss it. Instead, you will kiss the head of my cock. Kiss it first, then take it in your mouth and suck it a little."
Completely submissive, the nun took his rod in her hand, raised it to her lips and kissed it, then pushed the head slowly into her mouth and sucked it, making the fake bishop squirm.
"Rise, Sister," he told her. "I have decided to spank your bare ass as punishment. Raise the hem of your clothes to your waist."
"Oh, Your Excellency," she sobbed with conviction, "I feel so ashamed, so humiliated at baring my body in your presence."
"Excellent, a little humiliation is good for your soul."
Her naked breasts swaying, the nun bent and caught the hem of her habit. As she pulled it up slowly to show her legs and thighs, the thrill was as great for Colin as it had been the first time. And then he saw her panties caressing the hump of her mons veneris and snugging in her crotch. The nun continued to pull the garment up until it was well above her waist.
"Come closer, Sister. Stand between my knees. My how well you dress, garter belt, sheer nylons, pretty little panties."
Sister Margaret moved between his knees and Colin reached for her, each hand claiming a buttock to play.
"Meditate on your naughtiness, Sister, while I meditate on your punishment. Promise yourself that you will never again bite Sister Superior's cunt," he told her as he went on fondling her bottom, through and around her little panties.
"Does it humiliate you when I feel your nice big ass? Sister," he asked, squeezing the firm buttocks.
"Oh yes, Your Excellency."
"Then open your legs ... wider, that's it. Tell me if it humiliates you when I rub my hand on your cunt like this."
"Oh yes ... yes," she panted in obvious arousal, her body jerking so that as he held his hand on the warm crotch of her panties, it rubbed back and forth.
"Your cunt feels very warm, Sister. Have you been entertaining sinful thoughts? Sexy ones, perhaps?"
"Yes," she said quietly, her head bowed.
"Then you really must be punished at once. I'll take your little panties down now and bare your ass."
He peeled her panties down slowly until they stretched across her thighs, well below the scene of the proposed action, then he put his hand back in her crotch and gave her another little rubbing, making her squirm some more. With his other hand, he played with the satiny smooth white cheeks, all the while telling himself that she really was a nun and that he was going to spank her, lap her cunt, then fuck her.
"It's time now, Sister, turn your ass up over my lap to have it spanked."
As she moved around to his right, she rubbed her thighs together, then she was positioning herself on his thighs, her lovely bottom beautifully presented.
"What a charming picture you are, Sister," Colin told her as he rubbed his hand over the white rounds. "I am really going to enjoy spanking this lovely firm ass. I love spanking pretty bums, especially the big white bums of nuns. I'm going to make these cheeks a lovely, rosy red. Get ready to cry, Sister, here it comes."
His right hand came down with a smack and a firm squeeze and the nun gave a little yelp. He slapped and squeezed the other cheek and she yelped again.
"That's it, Sister," he panted. "Let me hear a lot of crying. Make spanky-spank music for me while I slap these beautiful cheeks and make them red hot."
And then he gave her plenty to cry about as he went on to give her a sound spanking. Despite their bigness, her buttocks were even firmer than Marie's, he told himself and far more thrilling to spank.
The volume of her crying increased along with the color of her buttocks as his big hand smacked them from white to pink to rosy red, all the way from the top of her crack to the juncture of buttocks and thighs.
"There," he panted, "that will have to do for now. I may give you another spanking later, when your pretty ass has cooled a little."
Seeing his son feasting his eyes on the nun's rosy red bottom, he signaled him to come and enjoy a feel.
"Boy, did you ever give it to her," Clark said and rubbed both hands over her hot buttocks, then acting on impulse, he dropped to his knees and pressed his face between the red cheeks, his hands rubbing her hips.
"That's all, son," Colin told him. "I have things to do while her ass is still hot. Take her panties off for me."
Gently, the boy removed the little black garment and held it tightly in his fist. Freed of her panties, the nun got to her feet and Colin led her to a couch. All eyes were on her red bottom as she walked, plump red buttocks bouncing with each graceful step.
Lying on his back, Colin had the nun kneel over him, her back toward him, then she dropped forward and lowered herself, her crotch and rosy behind just above his face. In that position she found it easy to lick the head of his throbbing dick, adding to his delight.
Colin played with her tingling buttocks for a while, licked them and her crack, then moved his face a little lower and went for her cunt. The nun moved a little to help him, then his mouth was on it and he was sucking it as he continued to fondle her rosy red buttocks, loving the feel of heated silk which covered very firm flesh.
Colin lapped with his usual skill and the panting nun, already highly aroused, required a relatively short bout of it before climax swept over her and her crotch was rubbing his face. As the climax passed, she changed her position, worked her bottom on him until his nose was in the crack between her hot buttocks, then she sat on his face and sighed.
He felt her anus working against his nose, the little ring expanding and pushing out. He sensed she was trying to fart and decided to let her try. When, after a minute or so, she couldn't achieve her goal, he patted her on the ass and taking the hint, she gave him a final rub with her behind, then got up.
"Sorry you couldn't manage that fart, Sister," he told her as he wiped a hand over his face.
"You're sorry? Think of how I feel. How I love to have a man's nose trapped in the crack of my butt, then fart and hold him there."
"You're quite a swinger, Sister. Now we're going to find out what kind of a fuck you are. After I've spanked a woman, I usually fuck her dog-style, but this time I want to look into the face of a nun while my cock spreads her cunt. Lie on your back, Sister, I'm more than ready to play lion with you."
"Play lion?" she asked.
"Yes, you lie down and growl and I'll throw the meat to you. Wait, get up and let me have one more look at you as a nun."
Smiling, Sister Margaret got off the couch and stood, allowing her habit to fall into place and closing the front to hide her breasts.
"Beautiful," Colin told her. "Now open up your clothes and your legs, Sister, it's time to fuck."
Her breathing was labored as she pulled the front of the garment wide open and allowed her lush breasts to tumble out, then she caught the hem and jerked it high above her hips.
"I'm just as ready as you, big boy," she told him. "My cunt feels hotter than my ass was when I was getting spanked. Come on, you nun fucker, get that horse sized cock up my slit and stretch me as much as you can."
The nun was a study in contrasts as she lay on the couch, her body naked from the waist down except for garter belt and nylons, her legs wide open and bent up at the knees. Beyond, over the chaste black garment, the white wimple framed her face and tried to give her the traditional look of a nun, but there was too much passion emanating from her shining eyes and her open mouth for her to carry off the act with conviction.
With his stiff tool in his hand, Colin knelt between her lovely legs, then he lowered himself onto her as her arms came up to receive him.
Colin's hand probed in her crotch, found the wet, hot slit and guided the head of his tool to it. When she felt it, she groaned and her behind jerked up in eagerness.
"Here it is, Sister," he panted, then pushed the head in. It stretched her small aperture and she let out a groan.
Panting more loudly, Colin jabbed strongly as he fed his tool to her until she was penetrated and stretched as never before.
"Oh Jesus," she gasped, "no man ever got cock this far up me. I think I can feel it between my tits. Fuck me, you beautiful man, fuck the hot ass off me. I know where heaven is now, fuck me all the way there."
Growling with lust, Colin ground in her crotch to let her know she had all he could give her, then he went to work, stroking slowly, wanting to make it last as long as possible. But while the strokes were slow, they were very long as he drew back each time until only the head remained inside her twat, then pushed it all the way back home.
"Christ, man," the nun panted, "you fuck like a saint or a devil or both. You're going to make me come again, I can feel it getting ready to happen."
Colin rode high on her, ensuring that the shaft of his tool rubbed her clit on every stroke, wanting her to climax, wanting to feel her body jerking and trembling under him. He worked his hands under her and she raised her bottom to help, then he was clutching the hot cheeks while his tool went on stroking in her hot, juicy depths while their sweat mingled.
"Oh Jesus," she said with a little shriek, "I'm almost there, lover, Ram it to me. I'm getting right to the edge."
Colin was close to that state himself, so he gambled on mutual orgasm, riding her hard and fast, his body slamming her, then, as he held back his ejaculation, he heard her catch her breath, felt her body tense, then she exploded and her legs came up to wrap around his body. Her body jerked up off the couch and he let his semen shoot into her churning cunt as they shared a magnificent orgasm, their two bodies blended in hot, erotic union, becoming one in the mystery of orgasmic explosion.
They rested together for a few minutes, then the man got up with a tired groan. Sister Margaret would have gotten up too, but the priest stopped her, going to her and holding her on the couch with a hand on her tummy.
"Wait, I want to suck and eat it while it's full of hot juice," he said, panting, then he went down on her and his mouth and tongue stole the juice Colin's tool had pumped into her as well as her own juices.
Sucking a freshly fucked cunt wasn't Colin's cup of tea, but he was excited by the sight and the wet sounds which came from her crotch as she groaned in aroused delight. Not content with just claiming what juice he could find, the priest went on to lick her clitoris until she achieved another orgasm and her smooth thighs rubbed his face.
"Dad," Clark said, a look of pain on his face, "Let me fuck her. I'm so hard it hurts."
"Help yourself son. I think every boy should get to fuck a nun."
The priest got up, licking his lips and Clark got onto the couch and mounted the sweating nun. He drove his hard little tool into her with one jab, then pulled the front of her habit open wider so that he could get his hands on her big breasts.
Groaning with lust, he rubbed the white melons avidly as he screwed her, delighting in the way she closed her legs enough so that as he stroked, he could feel the silk of her thighs on his rocking hips.
Then, as he had feared, the churning in his loins told him he was approaching the end of his ride.
"Don't try to hold it, dear," she told him as her arms tightened around his naked body. "Shoot it to me."
The boy gave a little groan, then he was grinding in her crotch, firing spurt after spurt of his juice up her hot alley. She closed her legs around him and made him groan weakly as she crushed him and went on holding him even after he was drained.
When Clark got up, his knees weak, he saw that his sister Betty held a doubled leather belt in her hand as she watched the priest begging her mother not to punish him again.
"I'm not going to punish you, you baby fucker. You took Betty's cherry, so she will give you a strapping on that tender butt of yours. It's going to be a different kind of a strapping though," she went on as she got onto the couch and knelt on all fours.
"All right, Father," she told him, "get behind me and get your cock up my cunt. You're going to ride my ass while Betty straps yours. Get with it now or you'll be punished even more severely."
Despite the terror he felt at the prospect of a strapping after having been so well spanked, his rod stayed hard as he stared at the sight Marie presented. Further protest would gain him nothing, he sensed, so he knelt up behind her, probed under her with his big tool in his hand, then found her slit and pushed in. Excitement began to compete with fear as he shoved it all the way home and pulled her lovely big behind back against his belly.
"All right, Betty," Marie told her daughter, "get him started and keep him going."
Her eyes flashing, Betty gave a little grunt as she brought the doubled belt down hard across his rump and he let out a yell and pressed more firmly against Marie's silken cushions.
"You better start fucking, Father," Marie told him. "She's going to keep on strapping your butt until you're finished."
Getting the message, the priest commenced riding her lovely behind at a great rate, but Betty, delighting in her task strapped him as fast as he could stroke against her mother's bottom.
For a while, red stripes appeared on his buttocks, then, as the strapping continued, stripes blended together so that the entire surface of his ass was fiery red, with some blotches of purple. He was crying loudly, howling in protest, but his penis stayed hard as he rode Marie's behind madly until, at last, his semen was shooting up into the woman's sucking cunt.
Weakly, he withdrew his spent member and pushed against Marie's bottom, pushing her down onto the couch and freeing himself so that he could throw himself out of the way of the slashing leather.
"Was it as much fun as it sounded?" Marie asked her daughter.
"It sure was. I never knew that strapping a man would be so thrilling."
"Come here, you," Marie said, grabbing the priest's arm as he was about to leave, discreetly.
Less than a minute later, despite the priest's protests, he was lying face down on the couch and Marie was seated on his back. Taking the doubled belt from her daughter, she stared at his abused buttocks, then began abusing them some more.
The position opened her cunt and permitted juice to trickle onto his back, but that was the least of his worries as she swung the belt strongly, battering his buttocks cruelly and causing him to kick the couch and pound it with his hands as he tried to plead for mercy but had trouble finding or uttering words.
She was still strapping him when she realized her desperate need to urinate, then trembling with arousal, she dropped the belt and got to her feet.
"Your punishment is almost over," she told the crying man. "Come to the bathroom with me and we'll finish it up."
While the others exchanged excited glances, Marie led the sobbing priest to the bathroom. Instead of a tub, there was a shower stall with a low wall, about a foot high. The stall was very roomy and she pulled the curtain all the way back, then told him to get into it and sit on the floor.
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" he asked.
"I'm going to have you tied down and give you another strapping if you don't obey orders without question," she told him.
He got the message and soon had his burning buttocks parked on the cool tile floor. Following orders, he leaned back and rested his weight on his hands, still wondering what the woman had in store for him.
The priest began to get a hint of it when Marie stood astride him and bent a little from the waist.
"I'm going to have a nice pee, Father," she told him. "If you dare to move, even a little while I'm doing it, you'll get another strapping, then I'll have you tied face up and I'll shit on your face."
The man trembled violently and Marie guessed he would remain in position.
"How does the aim look, Betty?" she asked the girl who had hurried into the big bathroom with the others.
"It should be perfect," her daughter told her. "Imagine, Father is going to be your personal piss pot. I wonder how he's going to like that role."
"Well soon know, won't we? Remember now, Father, if you dare to move even a little, you'll pay a price you won't enjoy. That's a promise."
But still she didn't let loose her stream, teasing the man by making him wait for it. There was an air of erotic tension in the room, then Marie gave a little grunt and the stream flashed from her crotch and hit the priest right in the face.
Instinctively, he started to move his face away, then he stopped and sat frozen as the stream poured. Urine splashed up his nose and his mouth opened instinctively to gulp air. Marie happened to change her position a little, just at that moment and her hot stream shot into his mouth.
"Oh Jesus, Mother," Betty panted, "you pissed right in his mouth. He's drinking it, Mother."
Marie was so excited that she feared she was going to lose her balance and fall, but she didn't. As the stream weakened, it left his face and began to dribble down his throat, then finally his chest. A few final drops fells, then she was finished, sighing as she straightened and got up, the soles of her sheer nylons wet from the puddle which had formed around the naked priest, her legs wet from the splashes they had caught.
"Ooohhhhh," the priest groaned as droplets of water continued to run down his body, "Jesus, that was wild, I want more, somebody, please."
As Marie moved away from the man, Betty took her place in the shower stall. Recalling how her mother had done it, she positioned herself, then let it go.
The stream hit him on the forehead and he closed his eyes and moved his face up a little. He opened his mouth wide and eagerly captured the hissing flow of warm urine, taking as much as he could, not closing his mouth until he feared he would choke.
"Oh how lovely," Sister Margaret commented, "he's a real piss drinker. I've never met one."
The nun was ready when Betty finished the man's shower and drink and she was soon above him, her robes held high above her waist, her big behind arched above and a little in front of his face. She washed his face well and he drank as much of her salty flow as he could, then Debbie decided it was her turn.
Because the youngster was shorter, she was able to get the source of her flow close to his mouth and as he waited for her to let loose, he opened his mouth and put it even closer, then she was trembling as her fluid shot into his mouth from close range while the others watched in fascination.
Colin and Clark passed up the opportunity to urinate on the priest, though they agreed in whispers that it could be a lot of fun to piss all over a naked woman as well as in her wide open mouth.
The women removed their wet nylons and garter belts and tossed them into a pile to be washed later. As they left the room, the priest stayed behind and they heard him showering.
"How do you feel about visiting us from time to time, Sister?" Marie asked as they went to the bar.
"I meant what I said, earlier," the nun told her. "You're real swingers. I'll want to visit often. I hope Sister Superior doesn't give me a hard time."
"I've just had a thought. What about bringing her along? Do you think that would soften her up a bit?"
"I'll bet it would, especially if it meant getting to spank your kids, Clark especially."
"Great and by the way, we may soon have another little inducement." Lowering her voice to a whisper, Marie told her about their dog and how they planned to train him.
"My God, I thought I knew all about sex, all the wild varieties," the nun said, "but you people are too much. I have a feeling Sister Superior and I will be visiting so often you'll get tired of us."
"I think that's highly unlikely, Sister," Marie replied and fondled her breasts.
When the nun talked about calling it a night and going home, Clark impulsively asked if he could spank her before she left.
"Why not?" she replied casually. "I wouldn't want to leave here with a cool ass."
They hurried to an armless chair and she raised her robes high for him, then lay across his thighs. The big nun was heavy, but her weight was a delight to the youth as was the silken texture and warmth of her skin as she rubbed in anticipation.
Clark began spanking her lovely big behind and with each slap of his hand, he emitted a little grunt of satisfaction. After a little while, she began to whimper, then sob, then she was crying lustily as he went on smacking roses into the big, firm rounds.
To his delight, his tool was fully erect when he stopped spanking her and seeing it, the nun dropped to her knees, gripped his buttocks with both hands and took the stiff little rod into her mouth. She sucked him off and left him so weak knead that he could barely stand.
The nun and priest got dressed and enjoyed a final drink with their hosts, then they left, promising to be in touch soon to arrange another meeting.
Colin and his family discussed the events of the evening for a while, then decided it was time for bed, that their bodies needed rest and sleep so that they could restore their energy for another day.