Father John Opens The Gatesby EroticWriter
It was time for Father John's Saturday night bath. Angela, the mother nun at 56 was
getting on in years so she decided it was time to allow a novice whom had just
become a nun to learn the job. The lovely young nun, Sister Magdalene, had been at
the monastery since the age of 10 and had never been ******* to men or their ways.
Wanting to prove herself in her first official chore as a new nun, Sister Magdalene
was preparing the bath for Father John as Mother Angela instructed her. "Keep two
large towels here beside the tub. Fill the tub to this exact level, no more, no less
so that Father John's legs will be under water. This is how warm he likes the water
to be."
Before Mother Angela left the room she warned Sister Magdalene not to look
at Father John's nakedness if she could help it. "Men are made different than
women," Angela told her. "You will see something long and dangly looking between
Father John's legs. I know you won't know what it is, but do not stare at it. As you
help him bathe, do whatever he tells you to do, and pray."
Mother Angela took a last look at Sister Magdalene, who was nodding her head in
obedience. The young nun had a slight smile on her face, and in all the years Angela
had been 'training' her, Magdalene had never given the Mother nun any reason for
concern. "You will do well, sister, as always. Just wait here and Father John will
be in shortly."
The young nun nodded her head in obedience. "Yes, Mother Angela."
The next morning the old nun asked Sister Magdalene how the nightly bath had gone.
"Oh, Mother Angela," said the young nun dreamily, " I think I've been saved."
"Saved? And how did that come about" asked the older nun?
"Well, as Father John disrobed, I tried not to look at him until he was in the
water. When Father John was soaking in the tub, he asked me to pull a chair over,
sit next to the tub, and wash him. I quietly came to the tub and though I tried to
avert my eyes I could not help but notice that his long dangly thing you had warned
me about was floating in the water and pointing out towards his knees.
I pretended not to be aware of it but I couldn't help but stare. After I had finished washing
his head, face, back and chest he guided my hand down between his legs where he said
the Lord keeps the Key to Heaven.'
Mother Angela knew exactly what Sister Magdalene was describing, for she had seen it
over many years. Father John was very long between his legs, and his dangly thing
would hang almost eight inches long when standing. When Father John was sitting in
the tub, his penis looked almost like an aircraft carrier at sea. "Did he now,"
asked Mother Angela evenly? "He called his dangly thing 'the key to Heaven?'"
Sister Magdalene continued, "Yes, he said the Key to Heaven was floating in the
water and needed to be kept clean. Below that I noticed that he also had something,
it looked like two things floating in the water in a large bag."
"Those were his testicles, some men calls those 'balls.'
"Oh, I see. They were trying to come up and sort of wrap around his key, but when I
lifted his key up a little they stayed floating in the water. When he had placed my
left hand around it his key, I felt my face flush. It was, it is so different than
how a woman is constructed. I am sure my face was red when he handed me a bar of
soap and told me to lather it up."
Sister Magdalene paused, and her eyes seemed to look off into space as she continued
her story. 'I held the key just out of the water with one hand and ran the bar of
soap around and around in my hand to make lots of soapy lather. The water in the tub
was right around his waist as he sat in it and the key to Heaven was just out of the
water. I held his key with one hand and I washed it with the other." She paused,
"But his key seemed to be changing. It was still soft to the touch but already felt
larger in my hand and then he told me to pull back the skin that covered the end and
wash underneath."
Sister Magdalene paused again as she remembered: "I had to pull quite a ways because
there was so much skin. I pulled the skin way back and down and the end of his key
came into view. It looked, well, it was almost magical. I never dreamed that it
would look so different from the rest of his key under there.
The end of his Key was the color of a plum. It was all shiny and felt silky smooth as I ran my soapy hand all around it. As I did so his key was no longer as dangly as before. It was getting
firmer and that shiny part on the end became much larger. It was now not just the
color, it was the size of a plum as well because it seemed to fill my entire hand."
The young nun sighed as she continued. "Father John told me to wash that area extra
good because it was usually covered up. I was anxious to do a good job and please
him so I used my left hand to hold that skin back and I went all around the big
shiny part several times with my right hand to make sure it was nice and clean."
Sister Magdalene paused; "And mother, there was more..."
The mother nun sighed and asked, "'Yes?"
'He told me to move my left hand and run the skin up over the end and then pull it
back. I did that and then he said to do it several times in order to 'loosen any
dirt' that might still be under there. I did as he asked, moving the skin back and
forth and the key kept growing.
After a minute or so his entire key was now pointing up out of the water and it looked and felt much larger, all of it. It was a little bit longer then when it had been floating in the water, but I couldn't help but notice how big around it had become. It was just like magic. My hand..." she paused
and held up her delicate left hand for Mother Angela to see, "the fingers of my left
hand would no longer go all the way around it."
Mother Angela nodded, her eyes looking sad. “Yes, it gets quite large.”
Sister Magdalene's eyes looked wide as she continued: "My heart was pounding and I
asked Father John if I had done something wrong because the key, his key, had
changed so much. Father John smiled at me, and I felt so relieved when he said that
I had done well because a key has to be firm and straight in order to enter a lock.
Then he said that if the Key to Heaven would fit my lock, the portals of Heaven
would be opened to me and I would be assured salvation and eternal peace."
Mother Angela looked surprised. "That is what he said, 'if his key would fit your
lock?"
"Yes. I was surprised, and I asked him what he meant by 'my lock?' Father John asked
me to disrobe so that he could show me. All I could think of was how badly I was
hoping that the key to Heaven would fit my lock so that I could find salvation.
I have never been undressed before a man, but I remembered that you had told me to do
as told, so I started undressing. As I was standing and removing my garments, he was
sitting in the tub watching me and using his hand to keep moving that skin back and
forth over the end. I had only my brassiere and panties to take off and I asked him
if anything was wrong because he was staring at me so intently and his hand was
moving faster on his key. He smiled and said he was using his hand to keep his key
ready as he watched me prepare for eternal salvation."
"You were being very brave and obedient. Your body is a temple of the Lord, and he
was probably enjoying seeing it. Go on with your story," said the older nun.
"I removed my bra, then bent over and took off my panties and laid them on a table
along with my habit. I was standing there naked, and my body was shaking a little.
He was keeping his key ready and said that I already looked 'heavenly' even before
his key had been used."
"Did he then stand up and face you," asked Mother Angela?
"No. He remained seated in the tub and told me to sit in the chair next to him again
so that he could show me where my lock is located. I sat down beside him and he told
me to open my legs wider on the chair. I spread my legs as wide as I could and
placed them over the sides of the chair. He leaned forward and looked between the
legs, and his eyes seemed to, well, almost glow.
Then he told me to use both hands to hold the doorway to Heaven open and when I
did, he took a long look and I could see that his hand on the key was moving, but real
slow and steady. He kept moving that skin all the way up and then all the way down.
I was holding myself opened wide for him. I knew there was something strange about
all that, but I didn't mind because I couldn't take my eyes off his key. It looked so big,
thicker than before even and it seemed to have shiny stuff running out of the end.
Then he told me to hold his key in my right hand again. I leaned over and wrapped my
fingers around it and then he used his right hand, it was all soapy, to feel between
my legs. That shiny stuff was now between my fingers and it felt all slippery, but I
wasn't thinking about that because when he touched me, it shocked me. A man had
never done that before. It sort of tingled and then felt good as he used his fingers
to feel me between...between..'
She seemed at a loss for words and Mother Angela finished for her, "Remember that I
have taught you words to describe your body parts. He was feeling you on your vagina
and maybe touching you in the crack?"
'Yes, that was it. Then he put one finger inside me. It felt big and I let out a
little 'yip' type noise. He said 'Don't be afraid' and smiled as his finger went a
little deeper and he touched me further inside. He said 'I can feel that your lock
is still in place as it should be' and then he pulled his finger out and stood up in
the tub. I had to let go with my hand but his key was so firm that it had started to
lift me up. His key was pointing straight out, way out, and it almost hit me on the
face as he turned towards me.
The key was just inches away from my face and I continued to look at it, and then up
to his face, and back to his key. I could see now that there was an opening on the
end and that was where the shiny fluid was coming from.
Shiny fluid was running out from it and starting to hang down in a little string. My mouth was opened in wonder and he reached down and touched my lips. Then he smiled down at me and said, 'We'll
save that for sometime later.'" Sister Magdalene looked at Mother Angela, "Do you
know what he meant by that?"
Unconsciously, Mother Angela licked her lips, then answered, "Father John sometimes
talks in riddles, but he usually means well. You will just have to wait and learn
and you will need to continue to pray. Always pray. Then what happened?"
"He climbed out of the tub and told me to lie on his bed and open my legs.'
Mother Angela nodded her head, but she looked sad. "I have been teaching you for
eight years, so you, being the obedient nun, did exactly as he instructed?"
Sister Magdalene sighed. "Yes. Father John didn't even ask me to use a towel to dry
him. After I had done as he instructed, laid down and opened my legs, Father John
got between my legs on his knees. He used both hands to push my thighs further apart
and got closer to me.
Then he used both his hands to touch and squeeze my breasts.His touch felt strange since no one, man or woman had ever touched them. They were sticking straight up from my body and he commented that they looked and felt like the two pillars that guard the gates to Heaven. Then I trembled a little because I could feel his key begin touching me at the entrance to my 'lock'
"Did you sense that the portals to Heaven were about to open for you, and did you
continue to pray,"' asked the old nun?
"Yes. I was praying that that they would and that his key would fit my lock. I was
happy and hoped that my prayers had been answered when he said that my lock felt
'Heavenly' as he started guiding his Key to Heaven into my lock."
'Is that a fact?' said the older nun even more evenly. Mother Angela shook her head
slowly and Sister Magdalene wondered why she was looking so sad. Wanting to please,
Sister Magdalene tried to talk with a happy tone as she continued, but the next part
of her story was painful, both literally and because it had been.
"He spent a long time guiding his key in. He would put it a little ways in, I would
cry out because it hurt, and he would pull it back out. Two times he used his hand
to hold his key and rub it all over my vagina. I could feel the slipperiness from
that shiny fluid, and he said that it would help him to open my lock. I must admit
that if felt good as he was doing that.”
She sighed and continued. “He also kept feeling my breasts and telling
me that these pillars are so beautiful and that I must think about them and ignore
any discomfort I was feeling down below.
Finally, he had that shiny part halfway in and he said it was time to unlock my gate and for me to say a prayer. It felt like, well, his key was so wide that it felt like my door, my 'gate' was already breaking.
I could feel it stretching me open, way wider than when I had pulled it open with my
fingers so that he could look at it.
As I prayed heartily to the almighty Father, he pushed forward. I yelled out, I
think loudly. His Key to Heaven was hurting me terribly, but Father John said the
pathway to salvation was often painful and that the glory of God would soon swell my
heart with ecstasy.
He gave a firm push forward and I felt something tear. I began crying but felt happy and proud because I could feel that the end of his key, the shiny part, had gone inside. I was shaking and could hardly breathe. It seemed to affect Father John in the same way. He seemed to be, well, his body was shaking and he was holding his breath and when he began breathing again he said, 'Now I have
opened your lock.'
He remained above me and still for a long time, maybe two or three minutes and
looking into my eyes. He asked me if I was happy, and I said that it was good to be
fulfilling my duties in such a manner. Then he said we had a ways to go and told me
to pray. He began moving his hips again, and as I prayed I could feel his key moving
my lips back and forth. Even though everything was all wet he had to actually use
some strength to push and pull because it was such a tight fit. I was afraid that he
might turn me inside out.
My body was shaking and I think he could sense my fear. 'Keep praying,' he told
me. He kept moving forward and back a little bit, maybe just an inch or so. Finally
he had his key further inside my lock and was taking longer strokes. He stayed up on
his knees but laid his upper body down on top of me. His body was still wet and
soapy and it felt kind of good as he slid around on top of me. His chest would slide
around over my breasts and it was, well, kind of interesting in the way my nipples
were being rubbed by his soapy chest. And then he kissed me.'
The old nun, for the first time, looked shocked. "He kissed you? Was he moving his
'key to Heaven' back and forth as he kissed you?"
"No. At first when he began kissing me he was holding his key still. It was past my
lock, but not all the way inside. When he kissed me, he," Sister Magdalene paused,
"He placed his tongue inside my mouth and kept it there and told me to rub mine
against his in the same way."
"Oh Lordy," said Mother Angela, shaking her head. "And you touched your tongue
against his?"
"Yes, and then he began twirling his tongue all around, and I tried to do the same.
I think, I think it made the way his key was fitting into my lock feel a bit better.
Finally he did one last thing. He said he needed to adjust the angle of my lock and
he pulled my legs up around his waist and told me to hold them there.
His hips were still up in the air and off me and I had to use make some effort to keep my legs up.
Fortunately Father John is skinny so I was able to lock my feet together around his
waist. Then he reached over and placed a pillow under my rear, and that helped.”
Mother Angela looked surprised. “He put a pillow under your rear?”
“Yes, and then he began taking longer strokes. It, his key I mean, seemed to be going
deeper now but not all the way and it felt...well, more 'Heavenly.' I was afraid that he
would put it all the way in and it might hurt more, but he never did."
Sister Magdalene sensed that Mother Angela wanted to hear every detail so she
continued to describe everything that had happened to her.
"I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, and I feared that he might have a
heart attack, but then I realized that my heart was beating just as fast. As I kept
praying he kept kissing me and moving his body, his key I mean, slowly and gently
back and forth through my lock. Even though he did not have his key all the way in,
his strokes still felt very long as he went way in and way back.
Oh Mother Angela, his key is very wide and I was having a hard time getting used to
it even though it was feeling good now. Before long, despite the discomfort I could
feel, I felt like I was truly being saved.'
"And did he mention anything about making or hearing 'Heavenly sounds,'" asked
Mother Angela?
'Yes,' answered the young nun, her face glowing with pride. "After he had moved his
key back and forth with those long strokes...I estimate maybe 25 to 30 times, I felt
his body stiffen. His heart seemed to pound even faster and I felt a strange
throbbing inside me coming from him and he made a long groaning sound.
Finally he, his key quit throbbing and he stopped moving his body. At the same time I could feel
his key changing. It happened right away. It was getting softer and at the same time
I felt all wet inside.
He was shaking and seemed out of breath and I was afraid for him so I held him with
my arms and legs and tried to console him. Everything seemed to be...I don't know,
maybe 'done.' I asked him again if anything was wrong. He was catching his breath
and finally he looked into my eyes and said that together we had not only opened the
gates to Heaven but that he had heard the angels singing.'
"That wicked old bastard,' said the Mother nun loudly. 'He told me that big long
thing was Gabriel's Horn, and I've been blowing it for 40 years while he heard the
angels sing!"
Sister Magdalene was shocked at the tone of Mother Angela's voice. She had never
heard her speak like this before. "You are mad?"
Mother Angela nodded, "Yes, but not at you. You did just fine, an obedient nun doing
just as you were told. But I am upset at Father John!"
"Why? Did he do something wrong? And what did you mean by 'that big long thing was
Gabriel's Horn, and that you have been blowing it for 40 years?'" Sister Magdalene
thought for a minute and then her face seemed to take on an air of understanding.
"Do you mean that you were putting your mouth on it?"
"Exactly." Mother Angela had controlled herself now, and needed to reassure the
young nun so that she would not 'lose faith.' "It seems that his long dangling thing
serves two purposes. I did not know that. He should have told me and not held
anything back. Apparently it is known as 'Gabriel's Horn' and it is also 'The key to
Heaven."
"Oh, I see. Perhaps Father John knows that his long dangling thing is to serve nuns in
different ways, as our Lord intended."
Mother Angela seemed to agree. "Perhaps that is it. Now I need to examine you and
see how much your 'lock' has been 'damaged' if at all. Remove your garments and I
will inspect you."
Without question, Sister Magdalene did as told, and because she had been inspected
by Mother Angela a few times through the years to ensure that her maidenhead was
intact, she knew the procedure. As Magdalene undressed, she remembered one last
thing to tell Mother Angela about last night.
"After Father John had climbed off of me, his dangly thing was all soft and shiny
looking. As I sat up, I looked down and saw blood on his bed where I had been lying.
It was from me and it shocked me. Father John saw my tears and said it was nothing
to worry about, that a little sacrificial blood was to be expected when a lock is opened
for the first time.
Then he climbed back into his tub and asked me to join him. I climbed in, facing him,
and he used the soapy water to wash me down there in my vagina while I washed his
dangly thing. Then we climbed out together and after I had dried him, he used the towel
to dry me and all the while he was drying every 'nook and corner' of my body as he
described what he was doing he kept talking about what a lovely 'temple of God' I had."
"I see," said Mother Angela. "It was nice of him to help you dry off . Did he spend
extra time drying that nook of your body called the vagina?"
"Yes, he squatted down in order to see better as I stood spread-legged and I had to
ask him to be very gentle because I was sore there."
"That is what I thought would happen. Now we must take a look at you to see if all
is as it should be. Lie down and open your legs."
They had done this before, but today the procedure was to change. This time, for the
first time, Mother Angela's touch caused Sister Magdalene's vagina to tingle as she
used her fingers to open and look inside. "Yes," said Mother Angela, "I can see that
your 'lock' has been torn asunder. It is now no longer covering your opening, and
looks quite red and maybe a little irritated. Does that hurt a little," she asked as
she touched what remained of the maidenhead?
Sister Magdalene jumped a little. "Yes, it is quite tender. I could feel even it
when I walked around."
"No, I think what your were feeling is out here," and she touched Sister Magdalene
on the outer portions of her vagina. "That is because the inner and outer lips of
your vagina have been stretched so far by Father John's Key to Heaven as it was
called as he used it with you. Your tender little lips have had quite a shock, and it
will take another day or so before you are back to normal. I will do the chore with Father
John tonight, give him his bath while you rest. Then maybe tomorrow night you can
resume your new duty."
"Oh thank you Mother Angela. You are so kind and understanding. I was worried that
Father John would want to use his key again, and this time maybe put it in all the
way. My vagina is so sore, and I was afraid I would have to do as he commanded."
“He did not put it all the way in. After all that?”
“No. I don't believe so. He said that could wait until they next time.”
"Not tonight. But let me ask you. When he was, when you felt him throbbing inside of
you, did you hear the Angels singing as he did?"
Sister Magdalene looked confused, but understood what Mother Angela was asking. "No.
I almost heard the Angels sing, I think. It was beginning to feel better and better,
but Father John heard the Angels sing before I did."
"Perhaps I will help you to hear the Angels sing, then the next time Father John
tries to help you hear the Angels, you will be able to do so. First I will feel your
'Pillars that guard the gate to Heaven' as Father John described them." Mother
Angela began cupping and gently squeezing what were probably the nicest pair of
breasts she had ever seen, or felt. "Yes, these 'pillars' are worthy of the name.
Very impressive indeed."
With that, Mother Angela lowered her mouth and placed it onto Sister Magdalene's
vagina, but not on the parts that were tender. "Ooh! What is that that you just
touched? It felt so good!"
Mother Angela replied smilingly as she looked past Sister Magdalene's breasts and
into her face. "I will now lick you on the part that Father John could not touch
with his key last night because he did not go all the way into you. This part is not
sore at the moment, and when this part is touched in the right way, it is called a
'clitoris,' and when it is touched, you too should hear the angels singing. The next
time, or maybe over time, that Father John uses his key on you, you should be able
to hear them sing. Now...listen!"
And Mother Angela went to work with a very talented and experienced tongue. This was
something she had only done with selected nuns through the years, very special nuns,
and Sister Magdalene was the most special of all.
"Oooh, ooooh. Oooo yes. It feels, it feels like when Father John was using his key,
except this time there is no discomfort."
"Listen for the angels singing." As she was speaking, Mother Angela slowly and
carefully inserted a finger just a little ways into Sister Magdalene's vagina so that
when the time came, she would feel Sister Magdalene's orgasm.
"Oh I feel that finger, and it feels good too. Yes, yes, don't stop, please Mother Angela,
don't stop!" It took only two minutes longer, and what Sister Magdalene had stored up
inside her for all her short life burst forth. "Ooooh God. Lordy above. It feels so good.
I can hear the angels singing!" As she was yelling out her pleasure, Sister Magdalene
was holding Mother Angela's head with her hands and humping her hips into the air.
When all was said and done, Sister Magdalene was lying quietly and Mother Angela was
lying beside and holding the young naked nun in her arms. She had felt Sister Magdalene's
orgasm bursting forth, and counted. Ten times she had twitched. A strong ten times, and
then a couple of little twitches.
"Perhaps, someday, I will teach you to do that for me, but for now your duty in the
evenings is to give Father John his bath."
"Yes Mother Angela. I have had my lock opened, I have heard the angels sing, and I
truly feel that I have been 'saved.' Tell me, is there another name for what happens
besides 'hearing the angels sing'?
"Yes, there is another name, more than one actually. The medical term is having an
orgasm, or a climax, but you should probably say that you are coming."
"Coming?"
"Yes. You are feeling good, and when you are there, just say you are coming. Father
John will understand and know that you are hearing the angels sing. As I have said,
tonight I will give Father John his bath, and tomorrow night shall be your turn."
"Yes, thank you Mother Angela." Mother Angela smiled and caressed Sister Magdalene
gently as she held her within her arms. 'Tonight, Father John,' she was thinking,
'tonight you and I are going to have a long talk.'
Father John Opens The Gates Part Two
Father John headed quickly to his quarters. All day he had been thinking about
Sister Magdalene and how good it had felt to unlock her box with his key to Heaven
the night before. She would be there, preparing his bath, and hopefully ready to try
once again to see if she could be saved and hear the angels sing.
Father John was surprised to see Mother Angela preparing his bath. Instead of
immediately removing his clothes, he hesitated. "Mother Angela? I was expecting to
see Sister Magdalene tonight. I hope that nothing is wrong."
"No, Father John. Sister Magdalene's 'lock' is feeling a little tender and sore from
you using your 'Key to Heaven' on her, so I told her that I would relieve her of her
bath duties for tonight."
Father John stared silently at Mother Angela, then, "She told you what happened last
night?"
"Yes, and I must say, Father John, that I wish you had told me years ago that 'Gabriel's
Horn' is also the 'Key to Heaven.'"
Mother Angela looked sternly at Father John and said, "I think it is time we knocked
off this 'Horn and Key' bullshit and had a good talk."
Father John was shocked. "Mother Angela, such language! I have never heard a nun
utter such profanity."
"You mean me saying 'bullshit?' That's what we, you and I, have been doing for
almost 40 years, and now you want Sister Magdalene to wallow around in it."
Father John nodded. "Perhaps you are right Mother Angela. Let's have a talk. What
exactly did Sister Magdalene have to say about last night?"
"She was quite descriptive, but I'll shorten her story. As she bathed you in that
special way, your penis grew in her hand. Then you felt her vagina with your
fingers, told her that your penis was the 'key to Heaven,' destroyed her virginity
and began fucking her with it!"
"Well, it wasn't quite as crude as you make it sound Mother Angela. I was gentle
with her and showed how the Angels can sing."
"Yes, they sang for you, but not for her. Did you actually think that you could put
your big cock in her tonight and make her hear the angels sing? She is quite sore
and red. I gave her an examination this morning. She was red all around the edges,
and her maidenhead was very obviously torn."
Father John seemed to have no immediate response, so Mother Angela told him to
remove his clothes so that she could bathe him. As Father John removed his trousers,
Mother Angela was surprised to see that his penis was already mostly erect.
"Why are you hard, Father John? I hope you're not planning on having me blow
Gabriel's Horn tonight? I fell for that shit from the first day I bathed you, when I
had just become a nun after my eighteenth birthday. And by the way, how's come you
never used your 'key' on me? I feel like I have been cheated, somehow."
Father John's long shaft waved around as he climbed into the bath and settled into
the warm water. "Pregnancy, Mother Angela. I was young, and so were you. I was
afraid that you might become with child if I unlocked your gate."
"And now? I understand from Sister Magdalene that she felt you throbbing and that
she was quite wet inside from your load. Weren't you worried about making her
pregnant?"
"No. I was checked out by a doctor three years ago, and my sperm is no longer potent
enough to impregnate a woman."
"And why, Father John, would you be worried about making someone pregnant?"
"Because of the Viagra."
"What?"
"I have been using Viagra for three years now, whenever I had a desire to become
erect."
Mother Angela stared at him for a long time. She was remembering now, how Father
John had no longer seemed interested in having his horn blown. His penis had become
limp, and oftentimes would not grow at all. Then, suddenly, after about three months
of limpness had passed, every few days his penis would become quite hard as she
bathed him and she would blow it until Father John heard the angels singing. That
would be when he had taken the pill.
"Did you use Viagra last night? I know that you were not expecting Sister Magdalene
to prepare your bath, so you must have taken the pill for me."
"No, I did not take a pill last night."
"But your dick got hard, and quite quickly too according to Sister Magdalene."
"I know. It was her. She is so pretty, and young, and her body..."
"Yes, I know, her body is very nice. So you got a hard on just looking at her, and
without Viagra. You are not as old as you thought, Father John."
"Well, I was having a little trouble, even as beautiful as she is. I had to keep
stroking my penis whenever she was not touching it because it was tending to get a
little soft. But I was able to keep it up, thank the good Lord. She was, is so very
beautiful and I wanted to perform well for her on her first night."
Mother Angela walked over to the tub and looked down. "And tonight? It looks like
you took your pill because you thought Sister Magdalene would be here. What did you
plan to do with that?" Father John's penis looked like an aircraft carrier that was
performing a 'wheelie' as it stuck up out of the water.
Father John looked sheepish. "I have never 'wasted' a pill before." As he was
speaking, Mother Angela noticed that he had begun holding his erect penis in his
hand.
"I think, Father John, that I would like to see if I can hear the angels sing after
you have unlocked my box."
Silence. Then..."You want me to bust your cherry? Do you still have it?"
"Yes, Father John, I still have it, though admittedly I have heard the angels sing
many times over the years."
"With sister Carmen?"
Mother Angela looked surprised. "You know about her, and I?"
"Yes, of course. There is not much that goes on around her that I do not know about."
Mother Angela decided to take another tack, rather than talking about how she and
Sister Carmen found comfort with one another. "So you are taking Viagra. How long
does the doctor say that will work?"
"He didn't know. Maybe another two or three years. Even with the pill, I am having
trouble sometimes. I was expecting that tonight, with Sister Magdalene looking so
good and my taking the pill, that I would become like a young man again, at least
for a little while."
He studied Mother Angela's face and confided in her. "Sister Magdalene was trembling and seemed scared and I didn't want to hurt her too badly. So I didn't penetrate her all the way last night. I still don't know if she will be able to take it."
When he saw that Mother Angela seemed to smile, he decided to open the gates and
talk dirty to her, in a way that he had fantasized about for years. "All I have been
able to think about all day is how much I want to put Sister Magdalene's legs up
over my shoulders and fuck her as deep as possible and squeeze her tits while she
feels my balls hitting her ass! Also I have been fantasizing on licking her cunt,
and teaching her how to blow Gabriel's horn."
His use of the 'c' word shocked Mother Angela, but she chose not to say anything.
Things had changed dramatically between Father John and Mother Angela. Now they
were talking like two conspirators making plans on how best to fuck Sister Magdalene.
“You forgot to mention kissing her. She says you were 'French kissing her last night,
but she didn't use that word."
"Yes. I didn't forget that. I want to kiss her over and over again."
"But most off all, you want to be able to fuck her like a young man, with a hard
cock and being able to make it last, right?
"Yes, that most of all, and if I can, shoot multiple loads into her. Deep into her
if she can take me."
Mother Angela also had a fantasy, recently developed. She wanted to get low and
close and watch Father John use his penis on Sister Magdalene, and then when they
were resting, she planned to 'comfort' Sister Magdalene in her own special way. "I
gathered as much by what you have been saying.
I don't think that you will have much trouble putting your cock all the way into her. She was able to take your width although it made her sore, so the next time you can probably go all the way to the
bottom on her. When the pill no longer works, and Sister Magdalene has become used
to being satisfied by your big cock, what do you plan to do with her?"
"I was hoping to be able to enjoy her for a couple of years, than either turn her
over to one of the other nuns, or perhaps a priest."
"A priest? Who? Brother Phillip is the only priest that we have who seems capable
enough, and I suspect he likes little boys."
"We are not supposed to talk about that. We have a new priest coming in soon, young
and quite handsome I understand. Perhaps after I am no longer able to perform, and
if you don't desire to keep her for yourself, I, or we could give Sister Magdalene
to him."
"Yes, if he likes women and fools around. Some priests actually honor their vowels,
you know."
Father John sighed. "Yes, some. Now, how about you? How do you want to do it, this
opening of your box? I know, why don't you do as I had Sister Magdalene do last
night? Take off your clothes and sit beside me."
Sister Angela was surprised to find herself trembling as she undressed and watched
Father John stroking his penis as he looked at her. When she had removed her clothes
and walked towards him carrying a chair, Father John let out a low whistle. "Mother
Angela. I am surprised. Your body is still quite nice."
"Still? So you do remember seeing it when I had just become a nun and was giving you
my first bath?
"Yes. I asked you to remove your clothes and sit beside me. You were, and are, quite
beautiful. Even your breasts are nice. Still firm and upright. I remember doing with
you as I did with Sister Magdalene last night."
Mother Angela placed the chair beside the tub and sat down. As soon as she had,
Father John placed one hand on a tit. "You mean when you used your fingers to
confirm her virginity as you had done with me that first night? I was shocked, but
pleased that you, well that I had passed your 'inspection." But I wish now that you
had somehow allowed me to hear the angels sing. It was many years before Sister
Carmen did it for me."
Then Mother Angela decided to knock Father John down a bit. Why let him think that
he would be the first to make Sister Magdalene hear the angels? "This morning, after
Sister Magdalene had complained about how it seemed to hurt to walk, I inspected
her, and in the process, I made the angels sing for her."
Father John looked shocked. "You mean...?"
"Yes, I licked on her lovely little clitoris. It was about the only part of her that
was not red and raw after you had abused her pussy. Her poor little lips, I felt
sorry for them."
"But, I told you, I was gentle with her."
"Yes, I know. Her story sort of confirmed that. But using that monster horn of yours
on a little virgin like her, with a pussy so tender and sweet, is abuse. It would
seem that a small cock should be available to do the breaking in, and then a big
cock can come along to keep it satisfied.
While I was doing my inspection, I taught her other words to use though if you can
make her hear the angels sing. Since I gave her an orgasm, she knows what the word
'coming' means now. It will be interesting to see if you can make her come as easily
with this hard dick of yours."
Mother Angela was holding Father John's penis now, and she had begun washing it in
that way he liked so much as she peeled him back and ran the soapy palm of her right
hand all around his knob.
Since she planned to fuck him, Father John's penis looked different to her now, and
like a young child with a new toy, she played with his foreskin, running it back and
forth. Despite the fact that she had spent years doing this, it became exciting for
her.
Father John decided to ignore Mother Angela's comments about being the first to make
Sister Magdalene come. "Open your legs." Mother Angela did as instructed and his
fingers probed her. "Your pussy feels quite nice. Not as tight as Sister Magdalene
on the outside, but..." Gently, Father John slowly felt inside. "Yes, I can feel it.
You still have your lock in place!"
He smiled, a smug smile. "You know, Mother Angela, if I give you a good fucking,
that I might leave you all sore, tender and red, just like Sister Magdalene?"
She squeezed his penis, then gave it several strokes, pulling the foreskin back and
forth over his giant knob. "Yes, I expect that. But can you make me hear the angels
sing before you do it for Sister Magdalene?
And that is how they began the new aspect of their lives. Mother Angela, in a
little while, would moan and dig her fingers into Father John's ass and enjoy having
her box opened with a Viagra induced erection. She would reach orgasm on her
very first fuck and as a result become addicted to being fucked by him.
Having her pussy fingered and sucked by a fellow nun was alright, but being fucked
by Father John would become her number one desire.
Yes, as she drew close to coming, they had kissed, and then kissed again afterward.
Feeling Father John reaching an orgasm inside her pussy had been an eye-popping
experience for her, and she had managed, after blowing Gabriel's horn, to have him
inside her a second time that evening.
Mother Angela would end up wishing she could be fucked more often, but she would
have to use Father John's huge erection sparingly so that there would be enough for Sister
Magdalene.
After two weeks, Mother Angela decided it would be most expedient to just have Sister
Magdalene be there each time, and they could share his penis.
Mother Angela would find, after time, a solution that worked best. She would have Father
John fuck her first and give her two or three orgasms while Father John would hold off on
having his own orgasm. Then Mother Angela would have Sister Magdalene take over with
Father John.
Mother Angela liked being satisfied first, and then not have to worry about being taken care
of later because Father John seemed to have difficulty holding back once he had mounted
Sister Magdalene.
Sister Magdalene not only had that extra tight snatch that Father John seemed to enjoy, but
as time went by, she also became quite noisy in showing her enjoyment and appreciation
of what Father John was doing for her.
Mother Angela most enjoyed lying on her stomach between Sister Magdalene's legs and
watching as Father John was over her and fucking Sister Magdalene; It never failed to fascinate
her seeing how poor little Sister Magdalene's pussy would have to stretch so far to
accommodate that huge prick.
Mother Angela would watch from close up, then she would slide up after Father John had slid
out, and lick up Father John's juice, the juice that she had been tasting for over 40 years. And if
Sister Magdalene had not reached an orgasm with Father John, or even if she had, Mother Angela
would give her another one.
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