Chapter 10

The priest had informed Colin that he would be at the house with a companion at eight o'clock on Tuesday evening and minutes before the scheduled arrival, the family was waiting, trembling in hot anticipation of all that was to happen before the evening was ended.

"You don't think it could be some kind of a trap?" Marie asked as the idea occurred to her.

"Not a chance in the world, darling. Can you see him spilling his guts to the police? I can't."

Just then, the car pulled into sight and Colin went outside to open the gate so that the priest could drive into the yard and not be seen from the road. He gave the priest a cheery wave as he drove through the gate and was able to observe that while the nun was not a ravishing beauty, she looked young and pretty enough.

Closing the gate, he went to the car to open the door for the nun, giving her a smile of welcome. Her answering smile was totally forced, he saw and he was sure that, given a chance, she would spit in his eye or more-likely, cut his throat. Still, she was a nun and she was his for the evening and nothing else mattered. He was barely able to resist feeling her behind through her black habit right there in the yard as he ushered them toward the side door of the house.

Inside the house, Colin led his guests down the stairs to the basement. They looked apprehensive about that, but they followed him and he led them to the recreation room, Apprehension led to something else for the priest and the nun as they started to enter the room, then stopped in a state of shock.

Marie, Betty and Debbie wore bras, panties, garter belts and nylons, their fun costumes. Clark too wore his fun costume, nudity with an erection. He had looked forward to showing his tool to a nun and a priest as a sort of ultimate act of rejection of the old system, but at the sight of them, he felt it threaten to fall. He thought of how he would be admiring and fondling the naked body of the nun and that brought new strength surging into his cock.

"You have quite a family here," the priest said to Colin as he recovered some of his composure and walked into the room.

"You mean one of these is the innocent little virgin you fucked?" the nun asked him, shocking the family in return with her frank language.

"Yes, the older one, the beauty in the red bra and panties. Somehow, she seemed more innocent then."

"She really was, Father," Marie told the priest. "In addition to opening up her little cunt, you also opened our eyes to a lot of things. We really have a lot to thank you for."

"But thanks," Colin said quickly, "has nothing to do with why you're here this evening. You're still going to pay, our way, for taking advantage of an innocent girl and raping her."

As he spoke, Colin moved behind the nun and put both hands on the seat of her habit. There were a few layers of clothes, he guessed, but through them, he felt a well developed, firm pair of buttocks with no trace of a girdle in the way.

The nun tensed for a moment, then relaxed and he rubbed his hands up her body until he found a pair of big, firm breasts hidden away.

"She feels like a beauty all right," he announced. "Would you like to feel her up a bit, Clark? I don't think you ever got a chance to do that in school, did you?"

"I sure didn't," he said as he approached the nun who showed a trace of a smile, then, as he reached, her, he paused, as though afraid.

"Come ahead and feel me up, Junior," the nun said in a taunting tone, "It may make your little dick grow."

Clark blushed furiously and felt anger churning. Later, he vowed, when it was spanking time, he'd get even with her.

A little roughly, he reached for her breasts and began rubbing them. They felt at least as big and as firm as his mother's, he thought, perhaps even bigger. After rubbing them for a while, he reached around her to fondle her buttocks.

His penis throbbed as he felt the big cheeks, then he pulled her more closely to him and rubbed hard, his hard tool pressing against her.

"Careful you don't go off on my habit," the nun taunted again, but this time he was determined not to let her humiliate him.

"I'll go off in your face if I feel like it," he told her. "You're not running this show, we are."

"Good for you, son," Colin told him. "She was getting a little too cocky. You'll have your chance later, when you spank her big bare ass."

"Wait a minute," the nun protested, sounding much less confident as Clark tried to dig his fingers into the big, fleshy rounds, "there was nothing said about beating."

"I daresay you have been given your orders, Sister. We decide what is to be done and you obey. There is to be no torture, no cruelty. We happen to be spanking devotees and your ass will know it before you leave."

Turning to his son, Colin told him to let go of the woman.

"We're going to have a friendly little drink to help set the mood. Come along to the bar," he added and the priest and nun went with him. So did Marie and Betty.

Behind the bar, Colin poured drinks for them, then a smile showed and he looked at his son.

"Clark, since you're not drinking, you may play with Sister Margaret. Be careful you don't interfere with her drinking arm. I see no reason why you couldn't see what a nun looks like under her habit."

As the boy hurried toward her, the nun gave a little shrug and rested her elbows on the bar. He felt her bottom through the garments first, then dropped to his knees.

Catching the hem of the robes, he began to raise them slowly, then saw Debbie squatting beside him, as eager as he to watch the partial unveiling of the nun. What was happening didn't seem to bother her at all as she took the drink Colin handed her, raised it in a toast and took a sip of the strong scotch and soda. Liquor was obviously not new to her, Colin observed as she swished the drink around her mouth to savor it, then swallowed it smoothly.

Clark raised her clothes to her knees quickly and admired shapely legs in sheer black nylons. After that, he slowed down, raising them just a little at a time as he feasted his eyes on her thighs. His hand trembled as he bared the expanded tops of the black nylons and saw how suspenders held them in a caress of big white thighs. They were a little bigger than his mother's, he decided, but they looked firm and smooth and very, very white, starkly so against the black trappings of habit and nylons.

"How does our nun look so far?" his father asked from behind the bar.

"Real great, Dad. She's got sexy black nylons and suspenders. Her thighs are as white as snow."

"Hold it right where you are, I think I'll have me a look at that display of nylons and nun skin," he said and hurried around the bar to join his son. Drink in hand, he hunched down and gave a long, low whistle as his eyes feasted on the nun's thighs. Marie and Betty left their guests at the bar and moved back to join the audience as Clark held the nun's clothes up, his hands trembling a little and his penis throbbing with excitement.

"Let's see some more of those thighs, Clark," his father urged and the boy raised the black curtain higher, his heart pounding.

More of more white thighs came into view and then Clark was looking up at the lower slopes of her creamy white buttocks.

"Jesus, what a sight," he heard his father pant the words and he echoed them silently as he raised her clothes higher and then he was feasting his eyes on how black bikini panties failed to cover her big, white behind.

"I see she came dressed for a party," Marie said as they stared at her lusciously curved bottom and thighs, the white made even more so by black panties, garter belt and nylons. "She sure knows how to package that lovely white meat."

"Are you interested in eating some of that meat?" the nun asked.

"I may be. I don't suppose it would be the first time a woman has had a snack in your panties, would it?"

"No comment, but help yourself when you're ready."

"Hold your robes up, Sister," Colin told her, "my son and I want to play with you. You start, Clark," he told his son, "I want to get my clothes off and let my cock out."

The woman put her drink down and held her clothes around her waist. As Clark's hands reached for her smooth buttocks, she sighed and began to squirm a little.

"For a kid, you've got a nice touch," she told him. "You must have had some pretty good teachers."

"I have and you have a pretty good ass, in fact, it's beautiful. Holding her by the hips, he pressed his mouth firmly against her panties and exhaled warm breath into her deep crack. A hand moved around her and she moved her feet apart to open her crotch and admit it.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed, "you really do know how to heat up a pair of panties. I'm sorry I upset you earlier, I'm beginning to like you."

"Will you like me when I'm spanking your bare ass?" Clark asked as both his hands rubbed over her silken body.

"I may. I've been beaten before, more than just spanked."

"Tell me how. I only want to spank you. I love to feel ass cheeks under my hand when I spank."

"You sound very experienced. I've been strapped with a leather strap, beaten with canes and switches. I've had my wrists tied above my head and stood naked to be beaten with a dog whip. That can make a spanking seem like fun."

A little groan broke from Clark's throat as he tried to picture that sight, though he didn't approve of anything as cruel as a whip which would surely cut her tender white skin, something which struck him as an act of desecration.

"Move aside, son," Colin told him as he approached, totally naked, "I'm going to get me a feel of nun ass."

Clark moved aside, his father gripped the woman's big buttocks with both hands and rubbed, then he bent his knees a little, pushed his stiff tool between her thighs and pulled her back against him. The nun was quick to respond by pressing her thighs tightly together to trap his tool in her crotch.

"You have a lot of cock, Mister," the nun told him, a smile on her face, "and it feels very strong."

"Do you think it will stretch your cunt a little?" Colin asked as he let it throb in her warm crotch while he kept her smooth bottom against his tummy.

"It will stretch it a lot."

"And how about your ass-hole?"

"You're too big for me there, but I guess I don't have much choice, do I?"

"That's right, but I'll grease you first. It won't hurt you."

"Without grease, a pole like that would split me in two. God, your wife must have a ball with you."

"We all have a ball," Marie assured her, "that's what our life here is all about. We're even happier now then when we married, seventeen years ago. There aren't many families like ours."

"I can believe that," the nun replied. "You make convent life look pretty dull."

"I thought convent life was pretty dull," Betty said.

"Don't believe everything you hear, dearie. Under these long black habits you'll find some pretty hot pussies."

"You've got a pretty hot one yourself," Colin told her. "I'll have to get my cock out of your crotch soon or you'll melt my bone and make the marrow run down your legs."

"What a waste of good drinking cream that would be," she told him as arousal gripped her more hotly.

"Then I take it you like to suck?" he asked.

"I love to suck. Sorry they didn't send you a timid little virgin who would blush and tremble and beg you for mercy."

"That would be fun too," Colin assured her, "but you don't hear me complaining, do you? I was expecting somebody terrified and trembling, but the idea of a horny nun like you is just great."

"I'm glad you're satisfied," she told him and reached into her crotch to feel the velvet head of his throbbing tool. "Mmmmmm, that's a real jaw breaker, Mister."

"You should try it with a mouth the size of mine," Debbie told her, her face beaming with pride.

"My God, you mean you suck your old man's joint?"

"Of course. Shouldn't every nice little girl suck her daddy's cock and her mummy's cunt?"

"Now that you mention it," the nun laughed, "I guess you're right."

"I think it's about time we got in on the action," Marie told her husband. "Let us feel her up a bit and then I want to get at Father Trudeau. Does that sound fair, darling?"

"Eminently, dear," Colin told her, allowed his rod to throb for another second in the nun's crotch, then, with a sigh, pulled it out and patted the seat of her panties and stepped back.

Marie hurried to the nun and pulled her panties down. She played with her buttocks and in her crotch for a little while, then gave her a few light spanks and turned her over to Betty who did the same, then Debbie went to the nun for her turn.

"Pull her panties, up, Debbie," her mother told her after she'd had her turn. "We don't want to let too much heat escape. Her cunt should be nice and hot and juicy for eating, when we all get around to it."

"You mean the whole damn family is going to eat my cunt?" the nun asked, delight obvious in her tone.

"Surely you don't think any of us would turn down the chance to eat a nun, do you?" Colin asked.

"Come on, Father," Marie said, "it's time for you to get involved in the party. Come here and I'll take your cock out. Is it hard?"

"Hard? It's damn near breaking off at the roots, it's been hard for so long," he told her as he walked to her and she saw the big bulge in his pants.

While the others watched she unzipped his fly, reached inside and with a little difficulty, took his cock out and drew the foreskin farther back.

"It's not as big as my husband's, but it is nice and hard," Marie told him as she squeezed it. "What do you do, dip it in holy water and pray for miracles?"

"I don't need miracles. It was hard enough to pop your daughter's cherry, wasn't it?"

"Yes, you bastard, I guess it was," Marie told him, then squeezed his joint so hard that she drew a yelp from him. "Do you get plenty of fucking, Father?" she asked.

"I can't complain. I suppose I get more than the average married man and lots of variety too."

"You hypocrite," she replied. "I don't know how you can do it and then stand on the altar or sit in the confessional and talk about sin and evil and all that."

"Business is business, lady and it sure beats driving a truck."

"Strip naked, you old hypocrite," Marie told him with a little laugh. "You're going to get the ass warming of your life."

"Watch the old bit," he complained, "I'm only forty-two, you know."

While he undressed and the females watched, Colin and his son were still busily playing with the nun's bottom and thighs.

"Can you open up the front of that and let your tits out?" Colin asked her.

"Yes, I came prepared for that. Would you like me to?"

"I sure as hell would and I have a hunch my son would too."

Releasing her hold on her black habit, the nun fumbled with the front of the garment, pulled a couple of strings, released a couple of hooks, then she drew it wide open and spilled out a magnificent pair of breasts.

They were much bigger than Marie's, creamy white and excitingly firm, jutting like melons, cherry pink tips perched proudly.

Father and son each took one to play with and suck until the nuns long nipples were raw and she groaned in protest.

"I'm going to sit down with her bare ass on my lap," Colin told his son. "You help yourself to anything you can reach."

He pulled out a low stool and after he had pulled the nun's clothes up to her waist again, sat on it and she was pleased to sit on his lap, her thighs warm and silken smooth on his, her buttocks partially beyond his left thigh were they could be reached to be fondled by the man or his son.

Four hands began moving over her body and thighs and the nun sighed with content as they watched the priest remove the last of his garments and go to the couch with the three females, one of whom, whose virginity he had taken so recently.

Leaving the girls to play with the naked priest, Marie went to the bar for her leather soled slipper.

"I'm going to start spanking with my hand," she told him when she returned, "but later, we'll employ other instruments to make your punishment appropriately severe."

Smiling, she sat on an armless chair and patted her thighs as she called him to her. His tool swaying in stiff erection, he went to her and lowered himself onto the silken platform provided by her thighs.

"Damn," he growled, "this feels silly, I haven't lain over a woman's lap for a spanking since I was a kid."

"Well that's where you are now, Father and II try to make up for all the spankings you missed over the years. Don't try to get out of position now or I'll have my husband tie you down and then you'll regret it."

She rubbed his buttocks for a few seconds, then began spanking. It didn't surprise her that the man was able to take quite a bit without making a sound, but as she paused to pick up the slipper, she knew that would change before long.

Marie smacked hard with the leather soled slipper and it produced exciting sounds with each smack. With fires beginning to rage in his buttocks, the priest could hold out no longer and abandoned himself to lusty crying.

"That's what I've been waiting to hear," Marie said as she brought the leather down smartly again and heard a louder cry of protest.

"Stings does it? SMACK ... SMACK ... It stings a girl ... SMACK ... when a big cock ... SMACK ... breaks her cherry."

Marie went on smacking his behind and scolding him until her arm became tired and she stopped. On her lap, the red assed priest went on crying as his body rubbed hotly.

"Do we get to spank him too, Mother?" Betty asked. "I really want to pay him for what he did to me."

"Of course, angel, but we'll let him have a little rest first."

"Oh please," the priest sobbed, "no more. My ass feels like it's on fire."

"I'm pleased to hear that, Father, but you're going to get a lot more before you leave this house. We're all going to have your ass and give you something to think about the next time you're tempted to take advantage of your position to fuck a helpless young virgin. Get up now and amuse us by playing with yourself."

His face wet with tears, the man got to his feet. His tool had gone soft, but that didn't bother Marie.

"Start playing with yourself and keep on until I tell you to stop. Don't dare let your cream shoot or I'll whip you. Is that clear?"

"Yes," he replied with a little sob, then he had his soft penis in his hand and he was playing with it. It wasn't long before the organ responded by rising in erection.

"How about that," Clark called out, "whenever I went to confession and told about playing with my cock, he gave me shit for it and told me to pray for strength to resist temptation."

"He's such a shit, dear. Look at him and you can tell he knows how to play with himself. He's had lots of experience. Maybe he plays with himself in the box while he's listening to confessions."

"Think we should take a break for a drink now, my darling?" Marie asked her husband.

"That's a good idea, dear, but to tell the truth, I'd really like to enjoy a little snack in this nun's crotch before we break off."

"Go ahead, dear, there's no hurry. Now that you mention it, I think I'll sit on Father's face and let him do a bit of lapping too. I'm in the mood to have my arsehole tongued as well as my cunt."

Turning to the priest, she had him lie on his back on the carpet, then she removed her bra and panties and ran a hand through her crotch as she stood above him.

"See the way he stares up into your crotch, Mother," Betty said. "I think he's anxious to eat your cunt."

"We shall soon find out, dear," Marie replied as she gave her crotch another rub, then knelt astride her naked victim, noticing that his eyes were red from crying. "Here comes your lunch, Father," she told him, then began lowering her crotch to him. "Here is a nice hot cunt to suck and lick. Get to work," she added as she pressed her cunt down on his mouth, rubbed for a few seconds, then eased up just a bit, enough to permit him to suck and lick where she wanted it.

"Lie across the couch, Sister," Colin told the nun as she got off his lap, holding her clothes around her waist.

"Don't you want me to strip?" she asked.

"Hell no, the whole excitement of a nun is seeing her in her robes. I'll have Clark work on your tits while I eat your cunt. That should make you a bit hotter."

Even before his father could get his face into the nun's crotch, Clark claimed her big breasts with both hands. While his father sucked and lapped the nun, he fondled and sucked her breasts and the double assault kept her groaning and squirming all the way until she went off with a series of jerks and shrieks and Colin held her tightly, the tips of his fingers digging into her fleshy buttocks.

Without giving her any time to rest, father and son switched positions and they went at her again.

After her second orgasm, they all got up and Marie, having already enjoyed two orgasms with the priest, gave his sticky face a final rubbing, then got up and went to the bar with the others to rest after round one of their theological orgy.