Chapter 13
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.