Chapter 13
Days passed without any word from the priest about a return visit with Sister Margaret and Colin's family began to have doubts that they would ever come back to play.
"Why don't you phone him, Daddy?" Betty asked. "He may just need a little encouraging."
"No, dear, I have a hunch that would be the wrong thing to do. If we appear over anxious, we could lose control of the situation and I wouldn't want that to happen."
Marie felt in agreement with her daughter, but her husband's hunches had proven so right in the past that she was content to trust this one. The next day, Colin had good reason to look just a little smug when the priest called and asked if he could visit them to enjoy an evening of fun.
"You mean you and Sister Margaret, I take it?" Colin asked.
"Yes."
"We'll be delighted to see you," Colin assured him.
"Just one thing, Colin," the priest went on. "One working over with that belt was enough for me. If your wife and daughter want to spank me, that's fine, but no more strappings. Okay?"
"Okay, I can assure you there will be no belts."
It was arranged that their guests would arrive the following evening at about seven. As the time for that date approached, Colin and his family waited nervously. This time, they remained fully dressed, all having been showered, the women perfumed and in their most seductive lingerie.
When the car rolled to a stop at the side of the house and Colin went to greet their guests, he got a shock when he saw that instead of a nun with the priest, there were two.
He opened the back door for the two nuns and saw from the smile on Sister Margaret's face that she was enjoying his reaction to her little surprise.
"This is Sister Superior, Colin," she said, smiling.
"What a surprise and what a pleasure," he replied as he took the hand she extended to him with only a trace of a smile on her face. "I've never met a Sister Superior before. Am I supposed to kiss your ring or something?"
"Yes you are," she replied with a serious expression. "The little pink ring of my anus with your face pressed between the cheeks of my butt."
"Come in, Sister, I can see we're going to have a wonderful time," he told her, grinning, his penis coming to life and stiffening strongly.
She looked to be in her mid forties, but from the way she carried her body with such pride, Colin guessed that she would prove to have a good, firm figure. Just for a moment, he wondered whether the imperious looking woman would permit him to fuck her, but the thought left his mind. With or without fucking, he sensed, she would prove to be an exciting partner in sex, a thrilling addition to their circle.
He led his guests to the comfortably furnished basement room where his family rose to greet the new arrivals. Going to the bar, they chatted amiably as Colin poured drinks.
Marie went to the priest and they shared a very passionate kiss while he fondled her bottom, then the girls went to him.
"Don't we get kissed?" Sister Superior asked and looked tauntingly at Marie.
With her tongue licking over her lips, Marie went to the nun and they embraced, their mouths mashing wetly. Marie felt strong hands rubbing down her back, felt the tongue invading her mouth with deft skill and guessed that the woman had been playing lesbian games for a long time and would be very good at them. When one of the hands reached her bottom, fingers dug into the cheek with impressive strength.
"You have a nice ass, dear," the nun told her as their kiss ended. "I am looking forward to spanking it and spanking it well."
"So am I, Sister. Are you looking forward to other things as well?"
"Many others, including chewing in the crotches of your pretty daughters. I don't usually suck cunt when my partner is a mature woman, but I love to eat girl cunt. In your case, I may make an exception if I get horny enough."
"I'll be delighted to eat your cunt, Sister," Marie told her. "I'm new at the game, but I love it and I'm learning fast."
"Do you play eat the pussy with your daughters?"
"Yes. Lord, in this family, anything and everything goes, as long as it brings pleasure."
"How exciting it will be for me, Marie to watch as a mother and daughter lap each other's cunt. Experienced as I am, I've never seen that."
The group mingled, sharing sexy kisses, then they chatted as they sipped their drinks. Although they remained fully dressed, hands wandered as breasts, buttocks and thighs were fondled and feminine hands traced the outlines of erect tools. The mood was building slowly and all seemed content with that pace, all except Clark who wanted to see the nuns with their robes pulled high and had to restrain himself from doing it.
"I've never spanked a boy, Clark," Sister Superior told him as she closed a hand over the bulge in the front of his pants. "Is it true that you enjoy being spanked?"
"Not as much as Mother and Betty, I guess, but I'm getting there. I'd love to have you take my pants down if it meant I was going to be across your bare thighs to get it."
"Tell me what else you'd love, dear," she urged, warmth in her tone despite the stern expression on her face.
"I'd love to see and feel your tits and ass and thighs and cunt and everything and I'd love to suck your cunt and spank you and fuck you."
"My, what a greedy boy you are. I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed on one score though. You see, I never permit anyone to spank me, I do the spanking. Still, I could permit you to play with my ass and kiss and lick my cheeks and crack and hole, if you want to."
"Oh yes, Sister, I'd love to do that."
"How nice, dear. If you do it nicely, then we'll arrange to have Sister Margaret submit to a spanking from you. She does have a lovely ass for it, as you know, of course."
"She sure does, but I'll bet you have a beauty too."
"Thank you, my dear. I think we're all going to have a lot of fun. Isn't it fortunate that Father Trudeau got into your sister's cunt?"
"Sister," Colin said as he came to join them, "there's something I have to ask. It's been bugging me since I met you."
"Then ask, by all means."
"Do you fuck?"
"Sometimes, but when I do, I choose to have the man under me. If I'm in the mood. I can enjoy impaling my cunt on a good, stiff cock. I hear you are very well endowed in that department."
"Thank you, Sister, I seem to have enough. I take it you like to have men under your feet or otherwise in a submissive role?"
"That's right. Have you ever played it that way?"
"No, but I have a hunch I could enjoy it with a truly dominant woman, as you appear to be."
"In this case, Colin, appearances are not at all deceptive. I don't often get a chance to have a man, but when I do, I like to make the best of it. I put poor Father Trudeau through the hoops before I gave him Sister Margaret to bring here the other night."
"You really are quite a woman, Sister. It seems a waste that you're cooped up in a convent."
"You couldn't be farther from the truth. You see, I'm essentially a lesbian and I have all those nuns and trembling, smooth skinned young novitiates under my command. Does that sound like a waste to you?"
"When you put it that way, no."
"Of course I love to administer punishment. Can you imagine the thrill when a tender, teen-aged girl comes to my suite to submit to punishment. Usually, they begin to sob and cry when I order them to strip, but they obey. What a joy to watch as they unveil their smooth young bodies while tears trickle down their cheeks."
"You almost make me want to become a nun, Sister," Betty told her, "but I'm afraid I enjoy cocks too much for that."
"To each her own, dear, but for tonight, we can play a game. You can be a nervous student and I'll be very stern. You really are a masochist?"
"I'm an everything, I guess. Masochism is a part of it. There's nothing sexual that I don't enjoy."
"Try to stay that way, dear, your life will be much richer for it."
"I don't know about the rest of you," Colin announced from the bar, "but I'm going to get out of some clothes. It's getting to be time to put this party on the road."
He began undressing and others followed suit, the males stripping naked, the females removing their dresses.
Colin was disappointed when he saw Sister Superior beginning to unfasten her habit.
"Please, Sister," he said, "I'd love it if you'd remain a nun for a while."
"Sorry, but I can't really get into the mood if I'm in uniform. Total nudity is my style."
"Then please, a compromise for Clark and me. Before you take it off, raise the hem and let us have a good look at you. It's so exciting to see a nun's thighs and panties and all that."
"Very well, but I'll have to step behind the bar and make an adjustment first. I require privacy."
"Of course, Sister," he told her and he and the others moved away from the bar as she walked behind it.
They could tell by motions that she was raising her habit and doing something under it, but had no idea what adjustment she was making. In a minute, she walked around the bar, still carrying herself with regal dignity, then she bent and caught the hem of her long robe.
Turning her back to them, she slowly raised it as they held their breath, feasting their eyes on the sight. She paused when the hem was just above the tops of her sheer, black nylons, then it was raised over beautiful, firm looking thighs and sheer, black nylon panties which hugged a nicely developed bottom.
When her clothes were above the waistband of her panties, she held them there, then turned gracefully to give them the frontal view. She stood there for almost a minute while the others eyed her, appreciatively, then, still holding her garments up, she walked back to the bar, her firm buttocks jouncing excitingly, then vanished behind it.
Standing behind the bar, she calmly stripped naked, but still did not return to join them, obviously busy with another adjustment. When she stepped out from behind the bar, there were gasps of surprise from Colin and his family.
The nun was totally naked, having removed even her garter belt and nylons. The one item she wore was a moderate sized dildo which was held firmly in place by a leather harness. It thrust out boldly at the right angle of elevation for a stiff penis and the leather was stark black, in exciting contrast with her pure white skin.
When he was able to move his eyes from the dildo, Colin saw that she had a lovely body, one which many a woman in her twenties would envy. Her breasts were not big, but they were firm and would be a delight to fondle and suck, he thought.
She walked proudly toward the group who stared at her, then paused and held her dildo as a man would hold an erection.
"Anybody interested in a nice fucking with my nigger cock?" she asked, her facial expression still firm.
There were gasps from the group. "I'd love it," Betty said, being first to regain her composure.
"So would I," Colin said, trembling.
"I'm pleased to hear that," the nun told him. "I rarely get a chance to bugger a man. Of course, I'll want your ass nice and red before I ram my nigger cock up your hole and make you plead for mercy."
Colin trembled again and knew he was going to enjoy submitting to the dominant beauty, that he would be completely submissive to her and would enjoy having her beat and humiliate him in any way she chose.
The others gathered around her and felt the stiff dildo. It had been constructed of very fine leather and felt, as they observed, just like the real thing.
"It will feel like the real thing when I put it up your little cunt," she told Betty. "Of course that will happen only after you've taken your punishment and have shed enough tears to satisfy me. I propose to put your masochism to the test tonight."
"Please do, Sister. I'll try to measure up."
At Colin's suggestion, they began pairing off to kiss and fondle each other as the temperature of the room seemed to increase appreciably for all of them.
Clark was quite pleased when Sister Superior chose him and had him sit on the carpet with her. She allowed him to fondle and suck her breasts while she told him tales of how she enjoyed beating and humiliating naked young nuns.
"And you really fuck them like a man?" he asked.
"That's right. Sometimes up the cunt, sometimes I ram my cock up between their hot, red ass cheeks. I often wish I could have a cock as well as a cunt, a real cock that would shoot cream."
"I guess that would be perfect," Clark agreed as he worked a hand into her crotch and felt the warmth and softness of her cunt. "I sure hope you'll fuck me tonight, Sister. I know you promised to fuck Dad, but I'd love to have you riding my dick. I bet your pretty tits would really bounce."
"I daresay they would and so would my ass. I'm about ready to give you a spanking now," she told him as she drew him across her thighs and fondled his smooth buttocks.
"Oh please ... may I play with your ass a little before you spank me?"
"All right, dear," she told him as he sat up and she turned over, lying on her tummy. "Wait," she said then and got up, "my cock is in the way." She unfastened the harness and dropped it to the floor, then lay on her tummy on the thick carpet. "There, that's much better."
Clark reached for her buttocks with both hands and began fondling them. They were as firm as Sister Margaret's he told himself, thought not quite as big. The firm flesh in the sheath of silken skin moved easily, excitingly under his hands, then he drew the cheeks apart and gazed into her hairless crack at an exciting little pink ring.
He touched it with his fingers, pushed the tip inside and made the nun squirm and sigh, then he pulled the finger out and still holding the buttocks well apart, he began licking her crack.
"Mmmmmm, you're good, Clark, you're very, very good. I love having my crack licked. Make it nice and wet for me. See if you can make juice run into my crotch."
Clark had played that game before and knew what to do. He licked a few more times, then, filling his mouth with saliva, he poured it into the top of her crack and watched it run down the deep valley, trembling with excitement as she sighed again and rubbed her belly on the carpet.
Satisfied that her crack was wet enough, Clark got his tongue into her crack again, this time sending it to her anus and playing there until she told him she'd had enough.
"You've really got me steamed up, Clark," she told him. "Lie on your back. My cunt needs a good lapping."
Delighted, Clark obeyed hurriedly, then the naked, highly aroused nun was kneeling astride him. She knelt with her crotch above his face for a minute, then gave a little groan of passion and he saw her coming down to his face, fingertips parting the pink lips of her pussy.
"Take a good look at it, dear," she said, pausing, "It's your lunch and I'm going to feed it to you right now."
A muffled groan came from her crotch as the soft, warm lips of her organ kissed his mouth. He began to suck and his hands claimed her buttocks, rubbing over the satiny skin, tingling with desire to spank rather than just fondle.
His tongue worked into her slit, licked lightly around the juicy interior of her cunt, then moved to her clitoris. He gave her a lovely lapping and then her crotch was rubbing over his face as she climaxed, her head thrown back, eyes closed tightly, mouth open wide as she moaned and panted in obvious ecstasy.
"What a lovely cunt lapper you are, darling," she told him. "I'm really in the mood to spank you now. Later, when your bottom is burning and there are hot tears in your eyes, I may have you eat my cunt again."
"Wait, Sister, please. Before you spank me and make me cry, please lie on your tummy for a minute."
The nun looked puzzled, but she did as he asked. He crouched beside her and put one hand on her back, the other on one buttock.
"What are you going to spank me for, Sister?"
"Oh I'll find a reason," she assured him as his hand rubbed over her firm, smooth bottom.
"Maybe I can help you," he said, then the hand on the small of her back pressed down hard and his other hand delivered a stinging spank. Caught off guard, it took the nun a few seconds to break his grip on her so that she could roll out of his reach. Before she did that, however, she had taken six stinging spanks and pink showed on her creamy white cheeks.
"How dare you," she said, glaring, anger in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sister," he told her. "I guess you are going to have to punish me for that."
Her expression remained stern, but the anger left her eyes as she understood why he had done it.
"Yes Clark, I shall indeed. It is a terrible thing to spank a Sister Superior on the bare ass. I think I'm going to punish you in the same way, only much more severely."
"Oh Sister, please, don't spank me. Don't take me across your beautiful thighs and spank my ass. It will sting and my dick will get all hard," he told her, despite the fact that his penis was already very hard indeed.
"Come with me, you bad boy. First you are going to kiss the ass you dared to spank, then I am going to take you over my lap and spank yours."
Clark made a pretense of protest as she took him by the hand and led him to an armless chair. On the way, he noted that he was not going to be the only one getting his bottom spanked. Father Trudeau had Marie lying over his thighs, her plump bottom growing red and hot under his slapping hand, while Colin was obviously enjoying spanking Sister Margaret's big behind and she was howling her siren song as she shed happy tears and rubbed her body over his thighs, her big breasts swaying.
And then the nun was standing as he knelt and with reverence, kissed her slightly pinked buttocks. When she was ready, she told him to stand, then she sat and he lay across her thighs, presenting his buttocks in perfect submission for his spanking. He didn't really want it, but it was the price of admission and he was pleased to pay it.
From the first stinging smack, Clark saw that the nun knew all about spanking and that her style was to make it sting. She spanked so efficiently that he did not have to pretend crying at all, after three or four slaps, the tears came naturally and they flowed for a long time before she finally decided he had enough and called a halt to it, holding him on her lap as he went on crying and she fondled his hot buttocks, delighting in the feel of his stiff penis on her thighs.
He got off her lap and stood rubbing his stinging behind while she smiled an erotic smile as she stared at his twitching penis, forgetting for the moment her penchant for lesbianism as she thought of how much he wanted to fuck her.
"Come, Clark," she told him, "give me another hot cunt lapping and if you do it well enough, I'll let you fuck me. Is that what you want?"
"Oh yes, Sister, more than anything in the world."
She had him lie on his back on the floor and once again she knelt astride his face and slowly lowered her crotch until the tender lips of her cunt touched his mouth in a light kiss and he began sucking, rubbing her luscious buttocks and wishing he had been given a chance to spank them, yet not feeling in the mood to complain about anything.
He gave her the lapping she wanted and as she jerked into climax, she massaged his face with her hot, wet crotch, driving him wild with delight and making him want more and more.
The more she gave him, came when she lay on her back on the floor and invited him to mount her warm, smooth body. As he pushed his stiff organ into her cunt, he was delighted to find it tight and hot, as tight, almost, as Betty's, tighter than his mother's.
While he fucked her, he looked around at the orgy taking place all over the room. He couldn't understand why, but he thought of all the boys and girls he knew, children who lived very ordinary lives, boys who had to masturbate and wonder what it would be like to be with a naked woman or girl, to be doing all the things they could only dream and wonder about.
The rest of the evening was an orgy of which ancient Rome would have been envious and before the priest left with the two nuns, every conceivable sex act had been performed and enjoyed and the participants in the orgy were drained and weak knead with ecstatic fatigue.
But it was only the beginning and none knew it better than Clark, Betty and Debbie. At their ages, they had a big head start on other children and with their parents and friends as teachers, they knew that they would develop into special people, very special people who would make their own rules, charter their own courses and wring out of life all the pleasure they could stand.
Whether or not the world was ready for them, they were more than ready for the world.