Chapter 7
"Oh, Father John," Mary exclaimed brightly, "that is the most exciting thing I have ever heard. And I'm to be Mother Superior? I cannot believe it.'
"Believe it you may, my dearest. I take it then that you will do it?"
"But of course. What normal Catholic woman would think of turning down so glorious an opportunity?"
"I hoped you would see it that way, dear. We must begin at once to find candidates."
"True, and I must learn how to be a mother superior. It must be that there are books on the subject."
"You will have no need for books, Mary. Instead, I shall arrange for you to spend time in my friend's convent. Mother Superior is an intelligent and understanding woman. She will teach you all you need to know. In fact, I doubt that you have much to learn."
There was one thing the priest definitely wanted her to learn, and that was the art of eating the pussy of another attractive woman. The thrill of watching two naked women so engaged never lost its glitter for John. Having such sights available to him, he reasoned, would cause his rod to become hard more frequently, and thereby permit him to take his tail and have his joint sucked more often. John made a mental note to speak to Mother Superior before Mary went to her so that she would provide an appropriate form of training.
"Tell me more about the wonderful game of cards," Mary said with a tone of urgency.
"Of course I shall, my dear," he told her with a smile. "Come and sit more closely so that we may play and tease as we talk."
When she moved closer, the priest pulled the top of her gown down to her waist so that her delicious big tits popped out. His hands went to them at once and he heard her sigh, then felt the beautiful nipples hardening and growing as his fingers worked on them.
"Are their robes really as short as you say, Father?"
"They are indeed. Under most of them, one can enjoy an inspiring view of cunt hair. You can imagine what the sight is like when viewed from the rear, especially if the one who wears it should bend over a little."
"Heavens, I should think her entire arse would be seen."
"It would indeed. Our uniforms need not be quite so startling in their shortness. I think it would be more effective to have them an inch or two longer so that they tease a little more."
"I agree, Father," she told him as her hand moved to his lap and began exploring its way toward his hard prick. "I love being teased and I love teasing. Right now, I am going to tease that big cock of yours until it leaps with strength to attack me and ravish my burning hot cunt."
"Too much teasing could result in your pretty arse becoming as hot as your cunt, my dear," he warned her.
"Is that a fact, Father?" she asked with an impish grin as her hand closed around the head of his tool.
Later, they would both strip, but for the time, it was more exciting to play with each other while dressed. John liked it that way, and Mary was delighted with any opportunity to please and arouse the man who brought so much joy into her life.
A few times, John was forced to take her hand away from his bone for fear that the marrow would shoot over her hand and call off his game before it even commenced.
The third time he reached to stop her, Mary merely giggled and tried to retain her grip on his piece. The man was barely able to squirm away from her hand at the last possible moment.
Mary laughed merrily and teased him at having come so close to losing the ammunition from his musket. Her laugh changed into a squeal of pretended protest then as he grabbed her and began pulling her clothes high up above her lovely, white arse.
"I warned that you would pay for your teasing," he told her as he drew her over his lap. "Now I shall let you see that I do not make idle boasts."
His right hand came down sharply, and a nice round cheek joggled as the spank landed and he held his hand on the spot to feel it, to savour the motion of solid flesh under silken skin.
Pretending to be suffering great pain, Mary kicked her long legs up and down on the couch, but at the same time, she raised her bum to meet the second spank. It was delivered briskly, with a sound which echoed through the room, and again his hand stayed on the spank spot to feel the heated silk of her skin.
But it was only the beginning, he had promised her that she would get a spanking, and John was not about to settle for merely a few slaps. As he spanked, the colour of her smooth skin grew as did the warmth of her bouncing cheeks under his slapping hand.
"Take that ... SPANK ... you teasing bitch ... SPANK ... and that ... SPANK ... my but your arse is red ... SPANK ... but just a few more ... SPANK ... slaps will make it redder ... SPANK ... Like this ... SPANK ... and this ... SPANK ... and this ... SPANK."
Mary was crying loudly and earnestly when the priest finally ceased slapping her burning bum cheeks. When the spanking ended, he rolled her onto her back on the couch.
Pausing just long enough to pull his robes up, John, looking like a woman in urgent need of a pee, hovered in a semi squatting position for a moment. With his rammer jutting boldly in full strength then, he stopped looking at all like a woman. He was very much a man as he moved toward the woman whose legs opened wide for him while he lowered himself onto her belly. Even as he was fitting his bone into her warm cunt, he was pushing her clothes a little higher to free her hips of them.
There was no need for delicacy, neither wanted or would have been capable of it. The priest battered at her steaming hot crotch until he found the slit, then sent his cock shooting into it. In just a few strokes, it was buried to the hilt in the soft, warm, wet cunt which closed around it hungrily as Mary sobbed and sighed in ecstasy.
"Oh yes, Father ... give it to me ... Oh Christ what a cock ... You are all cock ... oh my cunt ... my cunt ... my cunt ... you will fuck it right out."
It seemed possible that the passionate priest would do just that as he gave her the most vigorous screwing either of them had ever known.
The spanking had warmed more than her arse, so that Mary felt herself approaching her come even while he had been stuffing is tool into her quiff. Within a minute of his beginning to bang on her belly, she cried out that she was coming.
This time, he did not stop to permit her come, but gave her a few more long jabs of stiff cock, then he too gasped as he felt the charge in his balls being unleashed and streaming through the shaft of his rod to spurt strongly well up into her wet, heaving belly.
Both were too tired to talk for a little while, so they were content to lie together, resting as their sweat mingled and their hearts pounded from the exertion of their abandoned lust.
The next day, Father John went with Mary to the convent he had visited earlier. Having already sent a message to Mother Superior through Father David, their arrival was expected and preparations were made to stage a show for Mary's benefit.
After being admitted through the street entrance, they were conducted to the private section of the convent. During the first phase of their travel through the building, they saw nuns dressed in the conventional mode, with long, thick robes covering them completely and making them appear quite shapeless.
In sharp contrast, the pretty nun who admitted them to the private section of the building was dressed as John had reported. As the woman turned to escort them along the hall, Mary trembled with excitement at being able to view the bottom slopes of a very pretty little bum.
Noticing her interest, Father John raised the tail of the nun's habit and displayed her gorgeous bum in its fully rounded splendor. She giggled as he patted it and invited Mary to feel it. As they reached the door, Mary found the courage to run her hand over the silken slopes. It shocked her to discover that there was pleasure in feeling the warm bum of another woman and she told John so.
"That is as it should be, my dear," he told her. "You will learn many things here today. In fact, if you are to be the superior of my convent, you must learn many things. You will find, I think, that you will be provided with one of the very best tutors available."
They entered a small, nicely furnished room then, and Mother Superior, clad only in one of the abbreviated gowns, rose to welcome them. Mary's eyes moved over the lovely, mature body and again she trembled with excitement. She felt it wrong to be so aroused by the sight of a woman's body, but she noted too that Father John seemed delighted.
They chatted over glasse of wine while John told of his plans to establish a convent and to establish Mary as Mother Superior. Delighted, the nun offered to assist in any way she could.
"You seem to be as intelligent as Father John told me," the nun told Mary, "so that you will have very little to learn."
"Thank you, Mother," Mary replied, "I trust that your estimate of me is correct."
"Fear not, my dear. In addition to teaching you what I can, I shall send one of my better nuns to assist you in the beginning. You will find her very obliging as long as she is kept happy and her cunt warm and satisfied."
"I am confident that Father John can look after that," Mary said with a smile.
The nun looked at Father John and smiled too, but it was a strange smile, Mary saw, one which contained more meaning than she was able to understand.
After a little, the nun produced a short, transparent robe for Mary and instructed her to put it on. She felt a trace of embarrassment at undressing in front of a woman who was a relative stranger, but she was that the priest too was undressing and that made it less difficult for her.
"You are a rare beauty, Mary," the nun commented when Mary had removed her last garment.
As she said the words, she moved closer and ran her hands over the smooth, beautiful body. She toyed for a little with Mary's tits, then moved around her, admiring her ass and thighs as well.
"You will learn exciting things here, Mary," she told her in a husky whisper, "and I shall be thrilled at teaching them to you."
She led them from the room after helping Mary on with her garment. In another room, they found six nuns playing a game of cards. All were naked and beautiful. Beauty, of course, was a condition of entry to Father David's convent, just as it would be with the one Father John proposed.
Just then, a hand ended and two of the naked nuns rose to their feet wearing expressions of excitement. As they went to the couch, a few feet away, Mary saw that one had obviously been well spanked very recently. Remembering what the priest had told her of the game in which he had participated, Mary held her breath as she wondered what was going to happen on the couch this time.
She did not have long to wait as the red arsed one sat on the edge of the couch and took the other onto her lap. The sat with her legs apart so that, looking under the form of the victim, Mary was able to see the nun's twat. There were little beads of moisture on the hairs which framed the pink, warm looking slit.
The nun administered a brisk spanking and it was not long before the victim began to sob and cry. Still, she remained in position until her ass had received the full twenty-five spanks on each cheek. When she got up, both cheeks glowed beautifully and Mary felt more tremors of excitement rippling through her body.
After the next hand, the winner looked at Mother Superior as if seeking a signal before taking the loser to the couch. When she reached there, she lay back across the couch with her legs up and open, her cunt completely vulnerable.
Kneeling close to her, the other nude nun smiled and licked her lips, then pressed her face into the waiting crotch and began to lap at the proffered pussy. She lapped until the other woman came, then they got up and returned to the game.
"Shall we enter the game?" Mother superior asked.
"By all means," the priest replied as he slipped an arm around Mary's waist and they went to the table along with Mother superior. The others welcomed them warmly and all eyed Father John's rampant pecker with undisguised desire shining in their eyes.
On the first result, Mother Superior went to the couch and, paying the price of being loser, knelt and lapped the twat of one of her nuns while the other watched.
"I wonder if I shall be able to do that when my turn comes?" Mary asked the priest in a whisper.
"You will look like a silly little ass if you cannot," he told her with a knowing smile.
It presented no problem when Mary first went to the couch. As winner, she had her choice and chose to spank the pretty nude who went over her lap willingly. But it was different, a few hands later, when she went to the couch as the loser.
Smiling, the other nude lay across the couch and told Mary to bring her face into her crotch. Mary blushed with fury, but as the priest had told her, she would look silly, or worse, if she failed to do what was expected of her.
For just a moment, she knelt with her face between the lush thighs of the younger woman, inhaling the odor of cunt, then, knowing that she was being watched, she brought her mouth down and pressed her lips to the soft lips of the warm pussy.
At once, she was thrilled. All fear left her and there was only arousal and delight in her as she began to lap twat for the very first time in her life.
By the time the woman came, her thighs rubbing Mary's face and strangling her in a delightful manner, Mary felt sad that it was over. Her face beamed radiantly as she returned to the table.
When the game ended and it was time to leave, John displayed proper courtesy by taking Mother Superior to the couch and, after sucking her cunt until she came with a series of loud gasps, he mounted her and, as the others shouted encouragement, he fitted his long pole into her sensitive, fully aroused pussy, and gave the woman a great riding.
He emerged smiling, but with his lovely big bone a battered wreck.