Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2012 21:08:37 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Dirty Habits. Part Two.
This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or
bad, are welcome and all will be answered.
Part Two.
The hamlet of houses, if they could be called that, for by today's
standards, they would be regarded as hovels. Each was really self
sufficient in terms of food producing, having their own vegetable
plots. One had a cow, the milk and cheese they got were bartered with other
folk, same as the eggs and chickens. One kept some sheep and another some
pigs, so they were never short of food. One home had a donkey and cart, and
this was used to take any surplus fruit and veg to the market town, four
miles away, once a week, everybody taking it in turns to go. Here they
would trade their foodstuff for items that they didn't have in the hamlet:
tools and cloth etc.
Now Ryan had noticed that the river was abundant with fish but the
villagers didn't ever catch many to add to their food supply. Here he came
up with an idea and asked if they would fetch the items needed for him to
catch more fish than they had ever been able to. The folks agreed to his
plan and so at the next market, they exchanged their produce for several
large nets and a heavy hammer. Ryan had already chosen the spots for the
nets and when they returned from the market, he began the work in setting
things up.
First, a small netted pool was made in the river, closest to the
houses. He had made some stakes which were driven into the river bed and
some netting fixed to the bank and draped round the two stakes and made
fast to the bank at the other end. This would still allow the water to flow
through, but keep the fish they'd caught inside for the villagers to help
themselves whenever they wanted fish for their meal.
The next part was where the river narrowed further down-stream and only
about four foot deep. The width was just over fifteen foot and so the net
had to be well over that length and at least another twenty foot wide so
that it was virtually square. One side of the net, fixed to some rope, had
two loops made so that the net could be laid flat on the bottom of the
river until they need to catch some fish. This was then pulled tight so
that the top of the net was above the water level and the looped rope
dropped over two stakes driven into the ground to hold it up.
The net was left lying on the river bed, having another piece of rope
stretched out on either bank until needed. They then moved upriver and with
long poles with strips of hide attached to one end, began flailing the
surface of the river, driving the fish downstream towards the net. When the
reached the rope holding the flat end of the net, they now picked it up and
pulled it tight and walked down towards the raised end, herding the fish
almost to the other end of the net itself.
They had hundreds of fish trapped here and they waded in with small
nets, scooping them out and dropping them in buckets of water which the
villagers kept running back to the village's pool and emptying them inside
this enclosure. When they reached a total of over four hundred fish, they
released the nets to allow those left to escape and breed some more. The
whole village was estatic at this abundance of fish and it became part of
their staple diet, only catching them when the netted enclosure became
somewhat sparse, though they also took a lot of their catch to the market
which added to their local economy.
Father Ryan was a hero in their eyes and he used the analogy in his
Sunday sermon of Jesus and the fishes on the Mount, feeding the people,
somewhat mangling the story, but it wasn't noticed by the congregation,
only that he had now done the same for them.
*
Robin was now his devoted slave and follower and would do anything for
him. He even made another couple of cups carved out of wood as well as a
few bowls and such small items. It was with one of these cups that Ryan
obtain some goose fat from the nunneries kitchen and put it in his room to
await the next appearance of Robin. This came a few days later and they sat
on the bed and drank some ale.
"I can see that you need some relief Father," Robin said, looking
pointedly at the front of Ryan's habit which showed the hump at the front,
being pushed up by his erection.
"You're so right Robin," he said, standing up and taking off his habit
to show that he really was upstanding and ready. Robin knelt down and
kissed the head of this cock before undressing himself and getting onto the
bed. He saw Ryan dip two fingers into this pot but didn't know what the pot
contained or why he smeared it over the head of his throbbing erection.
"We'll be doing something different this time Robin," he said. "Turn
round on the bed and rise up onto your knees." He did as he was told, a
look of puzzlement written on the face as he obeyed. Ryan looked at the
white cheeks of the bum before him and got onto the bed behind the boy. He
pushed the legs apart and shuffled on his knees in between them, holding
onto the naked hip with one hand.
"What are we doing Father?" Robin asked, not being able to see behind
him.
"Something different as I said. I think you'll enjoy this, for I
certainly will," he replied and without given Robin any warning, pushed his
cock between those pale cheeks and up into the boy's arse.
"Wow!" Robin cried out as he felt his backside being filled with the
hard head and shaft being pushed up inside him, not having had time to use
his sphincter muscle to try and hinder the entry. He'd jerked forward at
the sudden intrusion into his body, but Ryan's other hand was by then on
the other hip and he was pulled backwards onto the pulsating cock of Ryan
that was now up to the hilt inside him. Ryan paused with the cheeks of
Robin's bum tight up against his thighs, savouring the heat and the
tightness of the backside his cock was fully inside.
"It's incredible," Robin cried. "I can feel the whole thing throbbing
inside me."
"Do you like it?" Ryan asked as he began to shaft the backside of the
boy.
"Yes, yes Father," he gasped, really liking this new form of sex. "I can
feel every inch of you and it's lovely," and he started to croon as Ryan
fucked him. But like all forms of sex, it's intensive and can be most
wonderful but always short lived. Soon, Ryan was holding the hips tight and
pulling the body back as he rammed forward, only stopping at the point of
his coming. Holding the boy tight with his hands, it was only his hips
moving as he jerked away and came inside the backside of the boy.
"I can feel it coming out," he cried. "It's making me come too."
"Ease down onto the bed," Ryan said, pushing the boy forward. Robin did
until he lay flat on his front, his own throbbing cock now squashed beneath
him with Father Ryan's cock still hard up inside his bum. Robin didn't mind
the weight on his back for he was loving that throbbing prick beating a
tattoo along his anal passage. Ryan moved his hands up under the shoulders
of Robin so that he could hold on and begin to pull them back towards him
as he kept thrusting with his hips into Robin. This was causing Robin to
move on the bed, rubbing his erection against the rough blanket and he gave
out a gasp.
"I'm coming. I'm coming," and gave out a groan as his sperm was squashed
out of his trapped penis, to smear the blanket and his stomach as Ryan kept
up his movements on the boy's back. He rode him for a few more minutes
before pulling his hands back and lifting himself up, his cock sliding out
of Robin. He could feel the sphincter muscle trying to hold him and Robin
gave out a cry as the head finally emerged from his backside and the hole
began to pucker back up to its original size.
Ryan got off the bed, his cock still up and hard and used a wet cloth to
wipe himself before getting back onto the bed with Robin. He turned the boy
over and saw that he was crying and so took him into his arms and cuddled
him.
"I haven't hurt you, have I?" Ryan asked, his voice full of concern.
"No Father," Robin sobbed. "It's just that I'm so happy. That you made
love to me this way shows that you love me as much as I love you."
Oh shit, Ryan thought, for they were not the words he expected to
hear. Not from a boy, from a woman yes, but another male person? But it was
too late now. The deed had been done and he had fucked him and, looking on
the bright side, he would want more of the same to which he wasn't averse.
"It's a love that you cannot speak about Robin, for our kind of love is
not really meant for men to have. With a woman, yes, with a man, no. You
must keep this a secret between us and never to tell anybody about us
having sex this way. Do you understand this?"
"Yes Father,' he said, his sobbing having eased as Ryan wiped away the
tears before kissing him, and to placate him further, moved down the bed
and sucked on Robin's slowly deflating cock, licking him clean.
*
Spring had fully emerged from the coccoon of winter and the sun was
shining brightly in the sky and there was warmth all around. Ryan took this
opportunity to drag trees that had fallen over during the winter months,
out into some clearings so that he could chop them up for smaller logs.
It was one such morning when he'd just started when Sister Agatha came
into the clearing by the river.
"Father. I know we are not in the church and in the confessional box,
but I must say that I've been having many thoughts about us. Of...of what
we did on the altar. I know I shouldn't be having these thoughts but I
cannot stop them, so I...I wondered if, well, my habit is now rather dirty
and it needs washing. So what if I washed it in the river as you did yours,
maybe we...we could again, absolve me from these carnal thoughts while it
is drying?" At least she had the decency to lower her eyes with what she
was suggesting to him and he gave an inward smile.
"Of course my dear," he said, his cock rising up to the thought of
having her again, but this time out here, in the open air. `Let's clean
your dirty habit and then we can seek the Lord's guidance over the thoughts
you've been having." He took her hand and led her down to the river and
helped her off with her habit, again liking the sight of her firm young
body. The breasts full and solid, the nipples standing out erect in the
open air. She had even brought soap and went and squatted in near the
river's bank and began to scrub her habit as he sat down and watched.
"This water's cold," she said, giving out a shiver which made her
breasts move rather deliciously, enough to start to give him a full
erection.
"Well don't stay in there too long. Quickly finish your scrubbing and
come on out. I'll dry you down," Ryan said, getting up and pulling his
habit off over his head. Sister Agatha, seeing his prick sticking straight
out from his thighs, made her mouth water and the warm glow start in her
belly. The sight was enough for to finish what she was doing and quickly
got out of the river. He wrapped his habit round her first before getting
her wet habit out of the water and wringing out what water he could first
before laying it out over a bush. He then turned to her and began rubbing
her body with his habit, drying what he could before throwing his over
another bush.
She had sat down and now gazed at his throbbing penis when he turned
round and she smiled up at him as she slowly parted her legs.
"Come," she said, "and let us join our bodies and give them up to the
Lord." Ryan didn't need any urging as he dropped to his knees between her
thighs and stretched himself out over her, the tip of his prick just
brushing the pubic hairs.
"May He shine down upon us," he said as he lowered himself down, his
prick finding its own way between her thighs as he entered inside, much to
her delight. Her legs came up past his waist, her feet high as she took him
inside, loving and welcoming his entry into her. She shivered from the cool
air round her naked body but was warmed from the inside as he fully entered
her, their pubes meeting. She squeezed him with all her inner muscles and
his shoulders with her arms as he crushed her breasts to his chest before
moving up onto his elbows.
"I love this Father," she said as she felt him twitch inside he. "When
I was told to give my body and soul to the Lord, I didn't know it would be
as good as this," she breathed out as he began to move in his fucking of
her.
"He will be pleased at what we are giving him," Ryan panted as he began
to ram himself into her, feeling that he was close to his coming. His
faster thrustings was exciting her beyond belief and felt her own heat and
body responding and didn't want him to ever stop as the fires in her belly
reached boiling point. She gave out a scream as she climaxed, bucking and
thrashing about beneath him, triggering him off to come at the same
time. His hips now ground down to her pelvis as his prick gave forth his
seed into the hot cavern of her body.
"God be praised for his creating such a woman as you Sister Agatha," he
panted as he came to a full stop, breathing heavy as he lay his full length
on her. Her arms tightened about his shoulders, her legs akimbo as she
relished his weight upon her, his cock still pulsating away inside her, her
internal fires somewhat quelled for the time being.
"And for making such a man as you," she breathed out as she moved her
arms up and pulled his head down for her to kiss him on the lips. They lay
together like this for a few minutes before he held her tight and rolled
over on the grass so that she was now lying on top. She then sat up with
him still buried deep inside. "We should try doing it this way next time,"
she said. He smiled up at her and put both hands up and massaged her
breasts, causing her to throw her head back at this fresh sensation that
she was getting. But his cock was starting to wilt and she could feel it
begin to slide out from her and tried desperately to hold him there with
her internal muscles, but failed and he slipped out to a cry from her at
the loss.
It was with reluctance that she moved off of him and lay down by his
side, stroking his arm and shoulder, getting the same from him. She didn't
object to him rolling her onto her back for him to stroke her breasts,
tweaking and rubbing the nipples, making them stand up proud. Neither when
his hand went down and she felt his fingers probe her very being, loving
where his fingers were stroking, making her feel good and warm inside as
well getting another urge to have him back inside her.
She was surprised when he moved himself down, kissing her breasts and
stomach, manoeuvrering himself in between her legs and started to kiss the
outer lips of her sex. She gave a sudden start when she felt his tongue
move in between the lips and begin to probe where his fingers had been. The
smouldering fire within suddenly burst into flame and her thighs came
together, trapping him there. His hands came up and forced them apart as he
took a deep breath and continued to excite her right through all the gamit
of emotions until her lower body erupted and she had her second climax.
She was still shaking in the aftermath as he moved back up over and
penetrated her again, thrilling her beyond words as she was once again
filled with his throbbing organ. She felt that she would die with having
such a wonderful experience and hoped that this was what it would be like
when the time came for her to go to heaven.
Ryan was able to go that little bit longer in fucking his nun, bringing
her to her third orgasm in his second coupling, both crying out at their
release. It was she who cried out next when he pulled out and flopped over
onto his back, breathing heavy, his prick still erect and hard, glistening
wetly on his stomach.
`Now suck on what the Lord gave me to give to you," he commanded
her. Such was her euphoria at what she had experienced, that she gave no
thought but to obey and quickly moved down and lifted his hard organ up and
took it into her mouth and began to suck. There were only wild thoughts
that raged through her mind as she took in as much as she could, not giving
any thought as to where it had just been, only that it was the object that
had given her so much pleasure.
She even carried on sucking and tonguing him when it had shrunk down to
its normal size and she was able to take the whole thing inside her mouth,
reluctant to release him when he tugged at her head. She drooled all over
his body as she kissed her way up to carry on kissing his lips, pressing
her body up tight to his.
He eventually got her off of him and rolled away and got up from the
grass to check and find that their habits were now fit to put on. She
reluctantly took hers from him and put it back on over her head, hiding
those lovely breasts from his gaze, him covering the tool that had given
her the same pleasure.
They walked back to the church and when they arrived, she really wanted
to kiss Ryan, but as other people were in sight, she just kissed his hand
and hurried off to the nunnery.
*
As soon as she stepped inside the door, her arm was grabbed by Sister
Margarete.
"I saw you down by the river with Father Ryan," she hissed. "You were
both without your habits on, naked! I even saw his thing sticking out in
front of him and you lay down together in the grass."
"What else did you see?" Sister Agatha asked her.
"Nothing. I couldn't get any closer. Well, nothing till you later sat up
and seemed to bounce about."
"I was taken to heaven," Agatha said, her eyes shining as she whispered
the words.
"Heaven? You've got to die before you can go to heaven," was the
comeback reply.
"This was heaven on earth. A new world to me, and it was Father Ryan who
took me there, and...The abbess is coming," she hissed. "I"ll tell you
after lights are out." With that, they parted and didn't speak till
later. Neither of them had kitchen duties that week, there were always two
doing this and they took turns to do this chore. Supper was had in the
refectory and then it was into the church for evening prayers until it was
time for them to return to their tiny cubicles before it was lights out and
time for sleep.
Their sleeping quarters were just curtained off areas of one room that
the six nuns shared, a small space with just a bed and a small side table
that held a wooden cup of water and for them to place their rosary and
psalter on and a hook on the wall.
Hanging on this was her sleeping smock which she replaced with her habit
when she undressed. She noticed that this was dirty, more so than her habit
had been and decided that she must soon wash this. A dirty habit was one
thing but her sleeping smock shouldn't be as bad as it was. She put this on
and got onto her crude bed that only had a straw matress and a thin coarse
blanket as a cover.
The whole room was almost always dark for they only had one candle at
each end and these were extinguished by the Abbess when it was time for
them to sleep. She, the abbess had her own small cell and slept alone.
It was a few minutes after the candles had been put out that Agatha's
curtain was pulled aside and Margarete entered her small sleeping space.
"Agatha?" she whispered.
"Yes. I'm still awake. Come into my bed, out of the cold night air."
This she did and the two snuggled together, heads close so that they could
whisper to each other.
"Now tell me what you and Father Ryan did to take you to this heaven on
earth," Margarete whispered.
"Well it started with me making my confession," she began, and went on
to tell her all that had happened. "But it's hard to explain what we did
out there in the grass. It's better that I show you what he did. Here,
let's get these smocks off." Agatha sat up and pulled her smock off and
helped to get Margarete's off before they lay back down.
"Isn't this a sin? Us two lying together in bed, naked," feeling the
warmth of Agatha's naked thigh against hers?
`Yes. Delcious isn't it. It's something you can confess to Father Ryan
tomorrow," Agatha replied. "Now, I was laying there on the grass, as we are
now and his hand came over and caressed my breasts." She had followed her
words and was now moulding Margarete's breast with one hand. Just this
action alone made the nipple start to rise up to the hard little button.
"That feels nice," said Margarete, her body giving out a shiver at this
daring familiar and personal touching of another sister.
"It is, but this is even better. He went on to kiss and suck on one as
his hand went down between my legs." Here she took the engorged nipple of
Margarete into her mouth and began to suck and nibble the nipple as her
hand wandered down over the flat stomach and felt the warm body next to her
flinch as they reached and began to probe through the pubic hairs.
"We shouldn't...oh!" Margarete gasped as she felt a finger slide in
between the lips of her sex. "Stop!" she fiercely whispered, clamping her
thighs together. "No! Don't stop," she said almost out loud at the sudden
feeling of warmth that began to seep into her belly, the finger moving and
exciting her, letting her thighs open that little bit more.
She groaned with delight as the second finger joined the other and began
playing with the small bud there that sent tingles up and down her spine,
the heat starting to build up inside her.
"That's nice," Margarete sighed, opening her legs even wider.
"Yes, it is, but that's not all. He then went down and used his tongue
where my fingers are," whispered Agatha.
"No!"
"Yes, and it was lovely. Let me show you," and Agatha moved further down
the small bed and got between Margarete's legs and stuck her tongue inside
the now wet orifice. An electric kind of shock shook Margarete's whole body
at this touch and then she began to croon as Agatha tongued her, moving it
as deep as she could into the vagina in between rasping the risen clitoris.
She didn't climax because Agatha wasn't experienced enough at
cunnilingus, this being her first time in going down on another woman, but
it was enough for Margarete to want more after Agatha came back up the bed
and kissed her. Agatha then asked Margarete to do the same to her and it
was with some trepidation that she did so, but found it not unpleasant
knowing the pleasure she was given Agatha and would get the same back again
later.
They were awake most of the night, pleasuring each other and Agatha had
to force the other nun from her bed so that the abbess wouldn't catch them
both sleeping in the same bed when she did her wake up call in the
morning. Both were bleary eyed when this happened, lips slightly swollen as
were the lips of their sex.
It was after early morning prayers and breakfast that Agatha told
Margarete what to say in the confessional box to Father Ryan.
*
"Father I have sinned," Sister Margarete said to Ryan when she was
closeted in the box, seeing just his vague shadow through the lattice work.
"And what was your sin sister?" he asked.
"That yesterday, I watched and saw you naked with Sister Agatha and did
not turn away as I should have done, but stayed to watch.'
"What else did you see?"
"Nothing else, just you laying down together until Sister Agatha sat
back up and a few minutes later, seeing you both put your habits back on."
"We were communing with the Lord," was his reply, feeling some sweat
form on his forehead and his prick start to rise up, having heard similar
words before. "Then you should say..."
"There is more," she interrupted him. "We both lay in bed together last
night, naked, and she told me what you did together. Not only told me, but
showed me too. So that not only did you put your thing inside of her but
your tongue as well. That when you put your thing inside, you took her to a
heaven here on earth. This I didn't really believe that you could do that,
and said so, but she vowed that it was true." Ryan gave a sigh.
"This is Sister Margarete speaking, is it not?" he asked.
"Yes Father."
"Would you accept the joining of our two bodies together and having the
experience of being taken to this heaven?" he asked.
"Very much Father," she whispered, squeezing her thighs together for she
was experiencing some wetness seeping out of her body.
"Very well," he sighed. "For the first time of this, our joining
together, should take place on the altar here in the church, after lights
out. Will you come then?"
"Yes Father," she replied. So will I, so will I, was the thoughts of
Ryan, his cock now fully erect at the prospect of fucking another one of
the nuns. He didn't bother giving her a pennace as she would be atoning for
her sins beneath him on the altar later that night.
She came into the nunnery's kitchen that evening as he was getting his
supper and saw to it that he had an extra helping of the fish that was for
his meal. Now that they and the hamlet had an ample supply of the river's
bounty, he felt that he was getting too much of this and decided to set
more snares in the woods for rabbits, preferring meat more than fish.
*
Supper was over and he sat on his bed in his room and drank some ale and
waited till it was lights out for the nuns before moving off into the
church and clearing the altar, except for the cloth. This still showed the
stains of Agatha's introduction into womanhood, though they looked more
like rust stains now.
He heard the door between the church and the nunnery open and he turned
to see, in the single candle's light that it was Margarete who'd
entered. He was then surprised to see that Agatha had also entered the
church.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"To see that she serves her penance and that the union is completed,"
she said with a smirk. He gave a snort at this blatant display of
voyeurism. "To also see that you take her to heaven as I told her you
would," she added, but at least she moved out of the candlelight so that he
could begin the process of doing this.
"You have seen me naked in the eyes of the Lord and so it is now right
that I should see you. Then we will join together as the good Lord made it
to be so between a man and a woman. This you will have become after our
union in the sight of our Lord." After this trite load of codswallop, he
lifted up and took off his habit and then helped her to pull hers over her
head until she was standing naked before him, blushing. He looked at her
ripe body, full of breast and the light coloured down between her thighs
while she looked at his erection jutting out from his thighs. She gave out
a tremble at seeing what was about to be put inside her and wondered if it
would really fit and that it wouldn't hurt.
"Now up onto the altar for Him to see what a glorious creature he has
created." He helped her up and saw that she was lying down and that a new
portion of the cloth was beneath in the right place to show a fresh stain
after he had completed the act of turning a girl into a woman. She eyed him
as he got on too, his throbbing piece swaying about as he got between her
legs.
"May the good Lord look down and give us his blessing at this union in
his name and to the glory of God." He then moved closer and placed his
hands either side of the chest and lowered himself down. Such was her
anticipation of this event, Margarete was already soaking wet between her
thighs but still trembled and flinched when the head of his cock touched
and probed between the lips of her sex.
She gave out a small cry as he broke through her hymen and her legs came
up involuntary as he slowly penetrated her.
"Praised be the Lord," he said as he buried himself to the hilt and
their pubes met and the tips of her nipples that had risen up, scratched
against his chest.
"Praise the Lord," she cried at the sudden welter of emotions and heat
that flowed through her body as she felt him expand her insides for the
first time and felt his heartbeat being transmitted up from the nerves in
her vagina.
Then he fucked her.
Such was the state of her body and mind after talking and experiencing a
form of sex with Agatha the night before, she was more than ready for this
union with the Father that she had an orgasm within minutes. Crying out in
joy as it felt as if her insides had imploded, sending wave after wave of
sheer delight throughout her whole being as she had this climax, well
before he was even ready.
He hung on grimly as she bucked and bounced beneath him in the throes of
her coming, not having to move himself and was by now, well versed in
holding himself back. It wasn't until her legs had dropped down by his
sides and she felt limp beneath him that he began to move his hips and to
get his pleasure from fucking this nubile virgin.
Her lethary was short lived, for her legs soon came up and began to give
him back thrust for thrust as he ploughed this virgin meadow that no man
had yet put his plough to work in. What he didn't know was that he was also
about to seed the field he was ploughing. Bucking this way as he fucked
her, building up the pressure withing his balls, fighting to hold it back
until she was ready, which was almost at the point and she began to gasp
and gave out a massive shudder which triggered him off and they bucked
together in their mutual explosion of climaxing.
He lay his sweaty chest down over her sweat covered breasts, the two
sliding about, almost sending him off of her and the altar.
"As she said," Margarete gasped. "Heaven here on earth," and pulled his
head down and kissed him. Not once, but many times before he could raise
himself enough to break free from her arms. She gave out a cry as his
length slid out of her, still hard and throbbing and he moved her legs so
that he could sit on the edge of the altar to try and regain his breath.
This was taken away from him almost instantly, for out of the gloom came
Agatha and bent down and took the head of his semen and juice covered cock
into her mouth and sucked on him.
"What a loving pair of sisters you two are," he said, ruffling Agatha's
hair with his left hand and stroking Margarete's lower stomach with the
other. "Now let us pray together for the bounty that the Lord has bestowed
on us." So naked, the three of them knelt down and gave up their thanks to
the Lord, praising him in giving such wonderful endowments to both men and
woman so that they could attain the heights of pleasure as they experienced
heaven on earth.
*
Ryan was as happy as the bunnies he was out to snare the next day. He'd
now fucked another of the sisters of the nunnery, leaving another four as
yet untested and brought back into the world as women. Not only them, but
he had the tight backside of Robin, who was with him this day setting the
traps, to fuck and have sucking on his cock as he liked sucking on his. How
many more of the hamlet's boys could he fuck too he wondered but knew that
he couldn't handle too many at once.
With the morning spent setting the snares, he went back for his lunch,
Robin asking if it was alright for him to visit with Ryan after they had
eaten. He couldn't say no from the help he'd received that morning and so,
in the afternoon he had Robin in his room.
They quickly undressed when they entered and were soon on the bed,
kissing, their arms round each other as their naked bodies rubbed against
each other, exciting even more the erections that were being squashed at
the same time.
It was only a few sucks each of the opposite throbbing cock, for Robin
was avid to have Ryan fuck him up the arse and even used his own fingers to
cover the head in the goose grease. He then wiped his fingers on his own
erection before getting onto the bed, on his hands and knees, presenting
Ryan with the pale cheeks of his bum.
As much as Ryan loved fucking a woman, he still liked this form of sex
in fucking a male up the backside, loving the tightness that surrounded his
cock, giving the same heat but lacking the extra muscles that a vagina has,
but thought that he would be most lucky to get that as well. So whoever he
had sex with, they both had their good points as well as their lack. The
one thing that swayed him towards the male sex was that a man, or boy if it
came to that, had a cock that he could really take into his mouth to suck
and chew on which a woman didn't have. There just wasn't enough to get his
lips round and it was only just possible at times, to nibble on the clit.
So onto the bed he got behind Robin and stroked those cheeks of his bum
first before parting them to see his goal and by just moving his knees, was
able to place the goose grease covered head to the right spot and then used
his body pressure to just hold it there. Robin had already flinched at the
first touch and was now slightly shivering and waiting for Ryan to push his
body forward and have that piece of heavenly flesh driven into his body to
give the utmost pleasure that a man can receive from another.
The two hands coming onto and holding his hips was the prelude, the
overture having been the covering of the cock head in the grease. Now was
the time for the symphony to be played and having the performance, began to
play upon his heart strings as well as soothe his mind and soul as the cock
pressing up to his rear was about to produce.
Had the boy every attended and seen an orchestra perform, would have
amazed at the likening to a roll of drums as the pressure to his ring began
and culminate with a clash of cymbals as the head expanded him enough to
slip inside. He gave out his little cry at this widening of his arsehole
and then drooled as the head, once inside, began to slide further in,
followed by the solid shaft that kept the whole canal filled and at full
stretch.
The other pleasure was to be able to feel Ryan's balls gently slap the
cheeks of his bum as their two outer bodies met and Ryan was fully embedded
inside him. Throbbing away to the steady beat of the pulsating blood that
passed round the organ to keep it in that iron hard state. Then would come
the rippling of the canal's walls as the length of Ryan was moved back and
forth, both movements exciting and yet soothing the burning fire within his
body.
His own blood engorged cock would bounce up and down as well as his
balls swinging backwards and forwards to the movement of Ryan's fucking of
him. Generating and exciting the sperm cells that lay inside Robin's
testicles, waiting for that extra pressure to be applied to his own
pulsating cock to start their upward movement and final release.
Ryan, in his turn, was revelling in the tightness that surrounded his
cock as he smoothly slid in and out of Robin, loving the involuntary
contractions of the sphincter muscle that came into play with every thrust
into the warm orifice. Coming into play especially when he partially
withdrew from the hole he was fucking, having the rim of the head gripped
to prevent the release. Then getting his release by really pounding into
Robin's backside, their thighs clashing, his balls being agitated by the
force of their impact against the bum he was pounding with his body.
Arching his back as he pulled Robin's torso back onto his, the muscles
straining as his hips took over and jerked away, making his cock throb and
give out an extra beat and swelling as his seed spewed forth, filling the
rectum of the arse he was fucking.
Both man and younger man were covered in sweat and it was with groans
from both parties to this coming, Ryan leaning over the back of Robin, his
weight bearing him down onto the bed so that he lay prone on him, his cock
still throbbing deep inside the hot body he'd just fucked.
"Don't stop," Robin begged, his voice muffled by the pillow his face was
stuck into. Ryan's arms came up under the shoulders and held onto the top
and pulled them back down as his hips moved forward. He was still fucking
this lovely arse even though he had come inside it, but was now helping
Robin fuck the blanket that his cock was being squashed to.
"I'm coming, I'm coming...aaaaah," he sighed as his release came,
squeezing itself out, melding his cock and stomach to the rough
blanket. Ryan came to a stop, his cock still hard and throbbing inside of
Robin, both breathing hard and both flexing what muscles they had in those
parts that his cock was still buried in.
Robin cried out as he felt Ryan lift himself up off his back, feeling
that powerful tool that had pleasured him start its withdrawal from his
body. Ryan gave out a grunt as his arms locked and he lifted himself clear
and his cock came free from Robin's arse, making a sucking sound as it
sprang free. Ryan was quickly off the bed and rinsing his prick with water
scooped out of a bowl and being rubbed round the whole of his cock to clean
it before wiping himself dry on a scrap of cloth he kept back for this
purpose.
"I hate that part when you pull out Father,' he said as he let Ryan wipe
away the odd bits of goose grease from around his ring piece, rolling over
onto his back when this was done.
"I only wish that I could last longer for you," Ryan said as he knelt
down and took the wet cock head of Robin into his mouth, to suck, tongue
and lick clean. `I think we're both eating too much fish lately," he said
with a grin when he'd finished sucking on the cock that he loved. "I swear
I could taste it."
They both grinned at this and Robin opened his arms and Ryan got back
onto the bed so that they could hold each other as they kissed. Ryan wanted
to tell his own confession to Robin, that he would have to see less of him
in the sexual content because he had now landed himself with two nuns to
fuck, but he held back for this wasn't really the right time to tell him of
this.
*
The pair of them were out next morning after the morning service and
breakfast, to go round the snares to find that all were full of dead
rabbits.
"Stew tonight instead of fish," Ryan declared to Robin, and they took
them back to the nunnery's kitchen, him letting Robin take a few home with
him for his families cooking pot.
After his lunch, Ryan went back out into the woods and spent the
afternoon chopping up a fallen tree and was glad when he heard the church
bell that signalled that supper would not be long in the offering. It was a
tired but happy man that was posing as a man of the cloth, that went to
sleep that night in his bed.
*
He felt fully rejuvenated next morning and had a hearty breakfast after
the service and took himself off with a cloth full of ale, bread and cheese
for his lunch. He hefted the axe onto his shoulder and went off to try and
finish cutting up the tree he'd started on the day before.
It was sweaty work, swinging the axe and so took off his habit and set
to work naked, knowing that it was unlikely that any of the nun's would
come this far into the wood. It was close to his lunch time and his body
was covered in sweat when he heard a man call out.
"Hey. What have we got here? A wood nymph?" One of three men called out
as two others followed him into the clearing. The other two sniggered at
this, all looking rather disreputable, unshaven and wearing dirty torn
clothes. Ryan, rather nonchalantly walked over to where his habit was lying
on the ground and as he bent down to pick it up, received a violent kick in
his stomach. Fortunately, the man who'd kicked him was wearing a soft
leather kind of boot and so no internal damage was done, but the kick
winded him enough for him to double up and fall to his knees.
Here he received another kick from the other side, driving out what
little wind he had left inside him. Another kick caught him under the chin
knocking him sideways and almost senseless and was now quite disorientated
as he strove to get breath back into his body.
"Lookee here! A monk's dirty habit," one of the men laughed.
"Well let's show him of another dirty habit," another said and two hands
grasped each wrist of Ryan and dragged him across to a fallen tree and
pulled him face down across it. Ryan was still striving for breath and so
couldn't give out any resistance to his manhandling. One of the men cut
some of the rope Ryan had brought with him for dragging the logs and tied
both his hands to some branch stumps that hadn't been trimmed.
The rough bark of the trunk was scratching his front as he began to
move, now getting his breath back.
"Such a nice bum," he heard one man say and had an idea of what was
about to happen to him. He was going to get what he gave Robin only this
would not be given with love but with some violence he supposed.
"Hold his legs," was a command given and his ankles were seized and his
legs pulled apart. He tried struggling but to no avail and he heard someone
give out a spit and guessed this was to add some lubrication to the cock
that was about to be rammed up into his arse. He wasn't wrong and the
cheeks of his bum were parted and he felt the sudden intrusion of this
prick being forced up into his back passage. Ryan cried out at the pain
that he felt as his ring piece was expanded to fit the head of the cock
that was now being pushed into him. Calloused hands held his hips and he
felt the other man's thighs come tight up to his as his backside was filled
with one big throbbing cock.
"Such a nice tight fit," were the words Ryan heard, tears in his eyes at
the rough entry and then he was for the first time in his life, being
fucked up the arse. The man was reaming him roughly, pushing his body up
against Ryan's backside so much, that Ryan's cock was scraped against the
rough bark. What made it worse was the fact that Ryan was getting an
erection himself in spite of his body being pressed down hard onto the tree
stump. This of course caused more scratches and cuts to his own prick as
his body was constantly being rubbed against the tree.
In spite of the initial pain of the entry, Ryan was not unhappy at the
experience that he was having, now understanding why Robin like having a
hard cock up his own backside. The man raping him was really pumping
himself hard into Ryan and held him in a tight grip as he began to shoot
his sperm up inside.
"That was great," said the man behind Ryan as he pulled out making Ryan
give out another cry and his ankles were released.
"Your turn now," and his ankles were seized again and Ryan tried to
squeeze the cheeks of his bum together but the hard cock pushed its way in
between them and found what it was seeking. It was as rough an entry as the
first one but some semen left behind made the actual entry smoother and not
as painful, but Ryan struggled as though it did hurt.
"He likes it," the man behind him said. "See, he's struggling to get
more of my prick inside him," as the length filled Ryan who was now
squirming on the log, the action abraiding his own erection even more and
he couldn't control his own coming, his semen squirting out over the bark
and coating his cock head, making it slide a bit smoother and not hurt so
much. But more, to his chagrin, was the fact that he was beginning to like
having this cock move in and out of his back passage. He was sure he felt
the semen spurt into his canal when the man came, holding his hips firmly
as he pumped away, slapping Ryan's backside with his thighs.
Ryan sobbed as this prick was pulled out from his arse, sobbing at the
loss now, having rather enjoyed this experience. But didn't have to wait
long until the third cock was shoved into him, now welcoming this entry of
a hard cock filling him and start to give him pleasure as it was moved with
smooth and soothing movements within his canal, now well lubricated with
sperm. He cried out as the man came and they all thought it was because of
the rape and not because he was crying out from the expected loss of that
hard piece of flesh that had given him such pleasure.
Ryan felt really exhausted after the three of them had fucked him and
lay there panting and heard them laughing at how a monk had now found out
about a new dirty habit. He guessed that they were drinking his ale and
eating his lunch between them and wondered if they were going to let him go
now that they'd fucked him to their pleasure. But he was wrong.
It was nearly an hour later that he heard the axe being used and
wondered what they were doing for he couldn't see being tied face down as
he was. But he soon found out that they had been cutting some small
branches off the tree and now he yelped out when one of these branches was
swung across his backside.
It was more of a scream than a yelp as his bum felt that first lash and
cried out again as he was beaten several times across his bum, knowing that
it really hurt and was sure that he'd actually been cut by one of the
blows.
In spite of the pain of this lashing, he found himself getting another
erection which was rubbed up against the bark when he had another hard cock
pushed up into him again. Now he was having the pain and pleasure of being
fucked for the fourth time and he came in time to the man fucking him. Both
panting and couldn't cry out at the withdrawal from his lack of breath. He
was fucked twice more and even though his bum hurt from the lashing, he had
found that he liked having a hard erection ream and come inside him.
"Now that was a lovely way to spend the afternoon," one of them said and
they all laughed and he heard their laughter get fainter as he guessed that
now having had their fun, were leaving the clearing, not bothering to untie
him.
After the euphoria of being fucked, Ryan now began to feel the pain that
his body was suffering. First at being tied in this position for several
hours. The second, the burning sensation of the inflicted wounds to the
cheeks of his bum and thirdly, the scratches and cuts to the front of his
body. The pain of the first rough entry into his rear had been of little
consequence to how he felt now.
*