Chapter 2
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.