Chapter 6
The next morning, Father John went to visit one of the priests who had been ordained with him. During the seminary days, David had been one of the wildest of the students, and had often boasted of how he intended to get more tail than any priest in history once he had a parish of his own.
They greeted each other warmly, and sat down to talk with a bottle of port between them.
David was delighted to learn that his friend had given up his old spiritual ways and had learned to enjoy life to the full as he was doing. They swapped tales of tail they had enjoyed recently, and John was surprised to discover that the other priest had a convent located on the other side of the church.
A little later, he went with David into the church. There was a nun working at the altar, and they bowed as they exchanged formal greetings.
"She is not much to look at," David told him as they went down a set of stairs in the vestry to a well lighted tunnel below, "but there's not a better cock sucker in the convent. In addition, she loves to have her arse beaten with a cane or even a whip. I make sure that she is not ever without a nice assortment of stripes."
"My God, what a life you must lead, David. I'm afraid you are far ahead of me."
"Give yourself time, John and apply yourself to it the way I have done. You will be amazed at what you can achieve."
They paused at a door then, and David pulled on a bell cord and pushed the door open. "We keep it locked at night," he explained, "but that is not necessary during the day."
"Where are we?" John asked.
"In the private section of the convent. The section no visitors ever see. In a minute, you will understand why."
They stepped into a sitting room then and John understood at once why the section was kept private. On a divan, a few feet in front of him, two nuns who had been seated, stood to greet them.
The robes they wore were of a black material, but that material was silk, so transparent that John saw clearly the shape of their tits and saw the nipples bulging through the thin fabric.
But there was more to see. In both cases, the hem of the gown ran right along the bottom of the patch of cunt hair which could be seen clearly throughout the garment.
He almost laughed when he realized that each nun wore a rosary on her erotic costume. David fondled the bum of one nun as he introduced Father John. When the other nun gave him a smile of invitation, John helped himself to some pleasant and exciting feeling of her tits and arse while he saw and felt her squirming under his hands.
"Where are the others, Sister?" he asked almost formally.
"In the game room, Father," a nun answered.
"So early in the day? My but we are a horny group."
"Would you have it any other way, Reverend Father?" asked the nun whose cunt was being rubbed by Father John.
"Not at all," he laughed as he gave her a playful spank on the bum. "Come, John, let us meet the others."
As he pushed a door open, the men heard sounds of a spanking being administered. Inside the room, he looked at once toward the direction of the spanking sounds and saw one woman lying bum up on the lap of another. Both were naked and one was being spanked on an already warm looking ass which glowed red.
Tearing his eyes away from the scene, John saw six other nuns sitting around a card table. All but one of them were naked. He learned later that the first time a player lost a round, she removed her robe, and that each later loss meant that she received a spanking from the winner, or knelt to lap the twat or tongue the arsehole of the victor.
"Would you care to join our game, Fathers?" asked a woman who managed to look very dignified as she stood nude, her big, firm breasts swaying.
"Do you have time, John?" his host asked.
"Time? I'd postpone an appointment with the cardinal to make time for such a game with such lovely players," he replied with feeling.
"Then let us undress and join in," David said brightly as he began to divest himself. John followed suit, and both were soon naked. John felt a thrill of pride as the eyes of every nun in the room fastened onto his long cock. His took was stiff and stood out strongly. Though not quite as stout as David's, it was considerably longer and he knew that they, like all women, preferred the long slim tool to the shorter, thicker one.
Drawing chairs up to the table, they began to play with their beautiful partners. Neither priest was either winner or loser for the first two hands, after each of which they watched a pair go to the couch not far from the table. The first winner spanked her mate, twenty-five spanks on each cheek of her arse, while the second had the loser go down and lap her twat until she came.
On the third hand, John emerged the winner and took a small breasted, slender beauty to the couch. After taking a little time to feel her titties, bum and thighs, he gave her the twenty-five spank penalty and, while he did not spank nearly as hard as he could have, he did bring her to tears well before the spanking was concluded.
The first time he lost, John found himself kneeling with his face buried in the crotch of a golden haired beauty. Her cunt was very wet, he discovered, and she told him that this would be the third time she had been dived that morning. He made her third one a good one as his hands held her tenderly and lovingly while his tongue lapped inside her juicy pussy.
On his second win, John drew the dignified looking woman who had invited them into the game. Because she was the Mother Superior of the convent, when they reached the couch he asked her what she would like.
"But as the winner, Father," she said with humility, "the choice is yours. Under the rules of the game, I must submit."
"Forget that, Mother, had the choice been yours, what would you have elected?"
"I would have spanked you. I dearly love spanking."
"Then as the winner, I choose to receive a spanking while lying over your beautiful thighs."
"Thank you, Father," she said with a bow, then sat and patted her thighs in invitation.
The woman was strong and spanked well. It was not long before the priest realized that she was telling the truth when she spoke of her love of spanking. Although she did not quite make him cry, there were tears in his eyes when John got up after the fifty spanks evenly divided between both cheeks of his arse which shone a very bright and hot looking shade of red.
Much later, when it was time for the nuns to end the game so that they could perform certain duties in advance of lunch, it was decided that the two priests should play the role of prizes in two final hands of the game.
The winner of the first hand would have Father John, while the winner of the final hand could do as she wished with the other priest.
The slim, small busted blonde was the first winner, and gave a little squeal of delight as she wrapped a hand around John's long tool and led him to the couch.
"Oh Father," she sighed when he asked what she wanted him to do, "just give my cunt a quick kissing, then stick that magnificent pole all the way up my quiff. I've never known the feel of so long a rod. Surely it will get right up between my titties."
"I doubt, Sister dear, that it is that long, but I'll do my best to make it feel that way."
When she lay on the couch, the others watched as John first laved her twat with his mouth and tongue, then prick in hand, he got onto her waiting belly and fitted the head of his long John into a wet little slit that was tight and very moist.
He took his time about feeding her his joint a little at a time until he was in her right to the balls. After a short pause during which he adjusted his body to hers, the priest began using his hip muscles to ride her as he drove his cock smoothly and strongly in and out of her hot cunt.
The horny little nun sighed and panted, and her plump arse bounced on the couch in obvious delight as John, with the skill of an experienced lover, went on to give her one of his special screwings that brought her to a noisy, long come during which she wrapped her legs around him and tried to crush the breath out of him while his cream spurted deep into her churning belly.
When they got off the couch, the other nuns resumed the game and a tall, shapely French woman won the hand. She had raven black hair which looked even blacker and more shiny in the cluster above her cunt.
In a musical accent, she told Father David that she was going to blow his joint while he lapped her pussy at the same time. "Soixante-neuf is my very favourite number," she told him with a tinkling little laugh.
They got onto the couch, end to end, and soon, the dark haired nun had the big head of David's meat in her mouth, as he fitted his mouth to her cunt and began lapping it noisily and with obvious gusto.
As he watched the priest and nun eating each other with such obvious enjoyment, John realized that the dark, shapely nun had perhaps, the most beautiful bum he had ever seen.
He envied his friend his exciting harem of ready talent and began to hope that someday, he would have such a group of his own. What a joy it would be, he told himself, to go into a convent at any time he wished and have his pick of the many beauties there to do anything he wanted without question, and to invite his closest friends to the convent for parties with them.
As they left to return to the church and, eventually the street, John asked his friend how he went about setting up a convent.
"You will get little support from the bishop," David told him, "but if you want it badly enough, you will find a way just as I did. You really need the help of a woman in getting started. A woman who can look very saintly, while being nice and horny."
Mary. The name popped into his mind at once. She was a beautiful, horny woman and she would, he told himself, become the mother superior of his convent.