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Part One.
Richard Ryan was what we would now call a vagrant, a hobo, a bum, a philanderer and pederast but at least he wasn't into bestiality. It was never clear in his mind of what year he had been born, for his mother had died from pestilence before he could even walk. His father had never mentioned much about his birth and when he was able to talk, never did learn much for his father died when a tree that he was felling, landed on him.
So it was assumed that he was born in the year 901, which made him to be around eighteen when he was cast out of the hamlet that he'd been raised in by neighbours.
The reason for being cast out was because of his sexual proclivities which had rendered half of the female inhabitants pregnant, married women as well as those that were single. At that age, he was all that most men would have liked to have been; young, handsome, strong and virile. The latter causing him to be banished, for it was not only his good looks and stature but his smooth tongue which lured many of the opposite sex into his arms for the mutual pleasure that they both enjoyed.
It only came to light when one man, who knew he was incapable of siring a child found that his wife was expecting, that he beat the truth out of her, admitting that she had lain with Ryan. Other young girls who had since given birth were also beaten and, though they hadn't revealed the father of their children before, now gave out that it had been Ryan who was the man, or youth, that had impregnated them.
So the people who had raised him since the death of his parents, plus those whose women folk had had the pleasure of laying with Ryan, forcibly evicted him from the village, for none of them wanted him for a son-in-law when half of the current children were his offspring.
For a whole year, he wandered through the countryside, which to us now, we would call the Cotswolds. He begged for food and stole to live on his meanderings until a chance encounter with an aged monk one day in the forest. It was a well worn path through the forest that Ryan was walking along, chewing on a rabbit bone that he had trapped the night before, when he saw this monk sitting propped up against a tree.
He approached this figure apprehensively and it wasn't until he got closer, saw that he was no threat, leaning back against the bole, white of face and breathing heavily.
"What ails thee Friar?" he asked, kneeling down by the old man. The eyelids fluttered for a moment before they opened and he saw the pain and anguish the old man was suffering.
"My time has come," was the answer, given in a hoarse and feeble voice. "This frail body is no longer for this world," and the eyes closed and his head rolled to one side as if going to sleep, but in fact, he had simply passed away.
Death was not an uncommon thing to come across for Richard Ryan as it was accepted with old people, though he knew that the dead must be buried before putrefaction started in. He looked at the habit that the monk was still clothed in and compared it to the rags he was presently garbed in, already envisaging himself putting this monk into the ground, but why waste clothing on a dead person. Naked into the world we came, he thought, so naked we should go into the next. He crossed himself with these uncharitable thoughts but reasoned that the living should still be clothed decently.
With a sturdy branch broken off of a tree, he used this to dig and scour out a deep hole in the earth near the base of this tree to be the resting place for this deceased monk. With the hole deep enough to stop foxes and other vermin from digging up and devouring the flesh of this monk, proceeded to strip him of the habit and roll the naked man into this dug plot of earth.
He said a short prayer for the departed and placed his own rags over the body before he filled the grave in with the loose soil, covering the body and finally smoothed over the surface. He hadn't fogotten the sandals and now placed them on his own feet, having discarding the rags that he'd been wearing before and covered his naked body with the late monk's habit.
Ryan assumed that the monk had travelled from Bristolium on his way to Glevum, (Gloucester), so moved on towards Oxonia. He found that the sandals were perfect as was the habit he was wearing, for at whatever cottage or hamlet that he stopped at, he was given food and shelter. He gave them his thanks and also a blessing, ones that he'd heard given out in his own hamlet by the local Father. Though he wasn't able to read and write, he had a good memory and could give them blessings and was even asked to listen to their confessions. This he did, giving them absolution and penances for their transgressions, rather amused at doing this considering how he had transgressed in the past.
In fact, he rather enjoyed this role as a monk, priest or father as he was sometimes referred to, giving out his blessings while accepting their hospitality for the night, not withstanding the sex he was able to charm from a female and sometimes a boy, into having with him. Not all the time at the stops he made, it must be said, and after a month of travelling like this, thought it was about time for him to settle down instead of the constant moving on, not knowing where his next meal was coming from.
But it was only another two weeks before he came across a small hamlet that had a rudely constructed church with a small nunnery attached, where the inhabitants of both the hamlet and nunnery, begged him to stay. This was because their late pastor, one Father Dominic, had not long died and they didn't have a senior churchman to look after their souls.
Ryan had to smile at this, they, the villagers and the nuns, thinking him to be a proper monk, accepted the offer and was given the small room that was built against the west wall of the church, the nunnery being on the opposite side. The hamlet was small, as too was the church, just having a nave with the altar at the far end and fourteen pews of roughly hewn wood on either side of the aisle. There was a small door that that led into the nunnery so that the nuns could enter and pray whenever they felt inclined to do so. There was a font to the left of the altar and a confessional box to the right. It was this latter that had more use for the first few years until the font became popular as time went on.
The room he was offered was just that! A room with a door, a small window, a fire place, a rough bed and a rickety table. Not even a chair. There was also a rough shed alongside that held some chopped logs and a crude axe which the late monk had no doubt used. Ryan found out that it was him that also chopped wood for the nunnery for their cooking and heating purposes. Food would be provided from the nunnery for this chore, which he ate in the kitchen.
The nuns totalled seven, including the abbess, though this wasn't her real title, for she was just the most senior and had come from the main Abbey in Bristol, this hamlet just being an offshoot as it were, and she looked as if she had one foot in the grave already. The nuns, if they could be called that, were all young girls who for various reasons had been cast out of their homes and had sought the sanctuary of the church. They were not what we now associate with nuns, austere, impeccably dressed in black with white coifs etc, but looked more like slatterns dressed in their dirty black dresses but showed their filthy necks, and feet, shod in cumbersome wooden clogs.
All this was noticed by Ryan, as well as the number of young females and boys that this small hamlet had to offer, and so accepted the position of becoming the residing monk, or Father as he was then being addressed.
It didn't take him long to fall into the pattern of being the priest, Father and confessor of those from the village and of the nuns themselves. He'd learned enough from his old village priest to be able to give a good sermon and left it up to the nuns to give out the chants and what passed for hymns in their singing.
Ryan kept giving out sermons that it was better to give than receive and that they should have love for their fellow man. Albeit, him! It wasn't long before he knew all of the secrets, both good and bad, and of the wishes of them all, including the nuns in the confessional.
It didn't take him long to become attached to his first member of the congregation. It was Robin, the sixteen year old son of one of the farmers. The Sunday service had concluded and with the church being empty, Ryan went out and round to his room and behind a buttress alongside it, he could hear some gasping that was followed up by a big sigh. He went round and found Robin with his head thrown back to the wall, his eyes closed. Not only that, but he had his prick out of his trousers and there was still some sperm dripping from the end of it. He'd just finished masturbating!
"Robin!" Ryan cried out, giving the boy a shock at being caught with his prick in his hand. "You shouldn't be doing this outside in public."
"I...I'm sorry Father. It...it was that I needed the relief," he stammered as he fumbled to put his now drooping cock away.
"We all need relief now and then Robin, but we should do it in private where we are not seen to be doing it."
"But there isn't anywhere private for me!" he cried. "I've got three brothers and three sisters in my home, and I never get any time to myself for when...when I need to do this."
"That is where I can help you Robin, for you can always come to my room. That is where I do it when I need the relief that it gives."
"You do it too?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Of course. But I woudn't dream of doing it outside like you have just done. Now tell me, what aroused you so much that you felt that you needed the relief you've just had? Think of you being in the confessional and telling me," Ryan asked in his winsome way of speaking.
"It...it was seeing the nuns. Hiding what I would like to see," he stuttered.
"I get the same thoughts myself," Ryan admitted. "I often wonder what their breasts would look like in the flesh."
"You do? Do...do you do...you know?"
"Yes," he laughed. "I even feel like doing it now. Would you like to do it again?"
"Yes," Robin breathed out.
"Well come with me into my room and we can do it together," Ryan said and led Robin into his solitary room. They moved in and not having a chair in there, he sat Robin down on the bed and picked up a jug of ale and poured some into a wooden cup that he had fashioned himself. "I've only the one cup Robin, so we'll have to share it," he said as he sat down on the bed next to the boy. Robin took the proffered cup and drank some before passing it back to Ryan to take a sip.
"So you jerk off while thinking of a nun's tits? Have you ever seen those of a fully grown woman?"
"Not really," Robin admitted. "I've only just caught a glimpse of my eldest sister's one day when she was having a wash. I just keep getting this hard on when I think of them."
"Have you got one now?" Ryan asked softly.
"Yes," he admitted.
"Would you like me to jerk you off instead of doing it yourself?" Ryan asked, his voice still soft.
"I would like that very much," said Robin in a shy voice.
"Stand up then," Ryan said and as the boy did so, Ryan pulled the boy's trousers down to his knees, revealing the throbbing cock the boy was sporting, and pushed him to sit back down on the bed.
"That's a wonderful tool you've got there," said Ryan as he took hold of it in his hand. Robin gave out a small gasp at having himself held by the Father no less and gave him a shy smile at the compliment. "This would please a lot of girls," Ryan said as he began to move his hand up and down on the hard muscle, the outer skin moving quite easily, half revealing the head as the foreskin was pulled back. Robin groaned with the pleasure of having a strange hand manipulate his pulsating piece of meat that he leaned back on his elbows, with his head thrown back.
"This is wonderful," he said, "but I'm nearly there." Ryan increased his hand movements and soon Robin was giving out a gasp and his sperm shot out of the end in steady spurts, lessening with each emission. It went all over Ryan's hand and Robin's trousers until he'd finished. Robin looked on in amazement as Ryan licked the semen off his hand.
"That tastes good Robin. Did you enjoy me doing it for you?"
"Yes Father, I did indeed," he replied, sitting up, not yet pulling up his trousers.
"Would you do the same for me?" Ryan asked, rubbing his hand along the naked thigh next to him.
"If ...if you want me to," he stammered.
"I do Robin, for I got a hard on just doing it for you, look," and he pulled up the lower half of his habit to reveal that he did indeed have an erection.
"Wow, it's bigger than mine," Robin said in awe.
"No it isn't," Ryan lied, knowing that his was at least an inch bigger in the circumference and about the same inch extra in length. "It just appears to be. Take hold of it and feel." It was a tentative hand that reached out and took hold of him.
"It feels so hot, hotter than mine," he said.
"That's because of our different body temperatures. Now start moving your hand and jerk me off the same as I did for you."
Robin did as he was told and Ryan leaned back in much the same way as Robin had done and gave himself up to the pleasure of the first step in seducing the boy by having him doing what he was now doing back to him. He smiled at the thought of the next step of having oral sex before the fucking of the boy, such was his thoughts that he soon stiffened up and came in a greater quantity of sperm, this shooting out over the dirt floor. That what landed on Robin's hand, the boy wiped it off on his trousers.
"That was wonderful Robin," Ryan said, pulling the boy close and giving him a kiss on the lips. "Thank you." The boy was stunned at being kissed like that and flushed a bright crimson.
"Now the next time you want to jerk off, think of me and let me help you do it, okay?"
"Yes Father," he said, still in some slight amazement at what they had just done together and getting a kiss into the bargain as well. Robin stood up and as he pulled up his trousers, looked at Ryan's prick, still quite large, lying up on his thigh.
"I wish mine was as big as yours," he said.
"It will in time, you're still growing," Ryan said as he took got up from the bed, his habit falling back down to cover himself. He saw Robin out and after he'd gone, he lay back on the bed and smiled to himself at the future fun he could have with the lad.
Robin had gone to his home quite happy and pleased with himself that the monk had given him a hand job and that night, masturbated, much to the annoyance of his brother's who shared the same bed. But he ignored them, thinking of the next time he could hold that throbbing cock of the monk's again.
It was only two days later that he stopped by the church as Ryan got a few logs out of the shed.
"Father. Can...can we...er, you know what," he stammered.
"Certainly Robin, come inside. I've got the fire lit and I'll be glad when this winter's over for I'm running low on logs." He led the boy inside, dropping the logs by the fire and poured out some ale and offered the first drop to Robin. He looked at the boy when he was handed back the wooden cup and looking him in the eye, deliberately turned the cup round so that he could see that he was drinking from the same side before putting the cup down.
"I'm glad you called round, for I was getting rather desperate for some relief myself," he said, pulling Robin up from the bed and pulling his trousers down to his ankles.
"Lift your feet," which he did unconsciously, not knowing why he had to take them off completely. His cock was already standing up to attention and he sat back down on the bed as his trousers were thrown at the foot of the bed. Ryan had stood up and pulled his habit up over his head and threw it on top of the trousers, revealing that he too was erect and ready.
"That's better. It's much nicer when you can see the whole naked body. Here, let me help you get that shirt off, it's quite warm in here and you won't get cold." Robin didn't object to having his shirt pulled up over his head to be added to the pile.
"Now lay back fully on the bed and I'll make sure we don't make as much mess as last time," Ryan said, helping Robin to stretch out on his back as he knelt down beside the bed. He took hold of the erection of the boy with his right hand and gently began to masturbate him. He was kneeling quite a way to the left and as he moved his hand up and down on the boy's shaft, he leaned over and kissed him once again on the lips. Though he didn't stop there, and as his hand kept its slow up and down movement, began to kiss the boy from the cheek downwards. The neck and throat before the chest, nipping each nipple on this as well as sucking on them before moving down to kiss his stomach.
He didn't linger at the pubic hairs for the boy was really in need of a good bath but kissed the upper thighs before turning his attention to what his hand was doing. Robin thought he was in heaven at having this loving attention being paid to his body and gave out a big gasp when Ryan took the head of his cock into his mouth.
"Father," he croaked. "Oh God," and almost passed out with the delight of feeling that tongue move round his throbbing cock head, forcing its way between the flesh and the foreskin. With the hot mouth sucking on him and the hand still moving up and down was too much and he was soon bucking his hips and bursting out with his sperm into Ryan's eager mouth.
This mouth stayed clamped round the base of his cock head as he came in his spurts, loving the ultimate, or so he thought, of having sex in this fashion with another male person. When he'd finished coming, Ryan lifted his head up and gave him a smile, but kept his lips closed until he opened them for Robin to see the contents that his balls had erupted from him before being swallowed. He was aghast that the Father had done this for him before going back down onto his cock and licking all round the exposed head, still causing tremors to run through his body.
"Now that was much better than last time Robin, wasn't it?"
"Oh yes Father, yes, yes. It...it...well I don't know the words to say. It was pure heaven."
"Heaven will come later. That was just a taste of it. Talking of taste, you do taste rather well I must say," Ryan said, licking his lips and moving up, gave the boy another kiss. "Now move over and let me lie down and you can do the same for me."
Robin moved and sat up as Ryan laid down full length on the bed and Robin had to think for a moment to try and do exactly what had been done to him. He was slightly hesitant in moving up and giving Ryan a brief kiss on the lips and then remembered that he was supposed to be using his hand first. He groped down, his eyes still looking into those of Ryan as he grasped the throbbing erection with his right hand and began to move it up and down. He marvelled at how soft and silky the outer skin felt as it glided smoothly on the hard flesh beneath. Gathering his thoughts, began to kiss Ryan in much the same way, slowly moving down over his chest, attending to the nipples before facing that fiery red looking cock head half out of the foreskin.
He took a gulp of fresh breath before closing his eyes and taking that head into his mouth. God, I love this, his mind cried out as he began to suck on the hot flesh, his hand still moving up and down in opposite movements to his head. He felt encouraged when Ryan's hand came down and began to stroke his hair as his head bobbed up and down on that lovely upright throbbing piece of flesh that he was sucking, licking and tonguing at the same time.
"I'm coming," were the words he heard, interrupting the flow of the myriad of thoughts that were flowing through his mind as he sucked. He felt the thighs start to tighten and the hips began to buck and all of a sudden, his mouth was flooded with sperm, hitting the back of his throat which almost made him choke. It came out so fast and so sudden, but he managed to keep his lips tight round the rim of the head as more was pumped into him until Ryan's heaving stopped.
Robin then realised that it had been some time since he'd taken a breath of air and lifted his head up off that throbbing cock and leaned over the side of the bed and spat it out and then took in a great inhalation of fresh air.
"Now that wasn't a very nice thing to do," Ryan admonished. "Spitting out that lovely essence. I didn't spit yours out, did I?"
"I'm sorry Father. I was needing to breathe and didn't know what else to do," he said by way of an apology, and his chest was still heaving as he lay over Ryan's thighs, now feeling the residue of sperm coming out onto his chest. He quickly leaned up and began to lick what was left coming out of Ryan's cock, hoping that this would appease the Father who had given him the best thing he could ever remember.
"Breathe through your nose the next time," Ryan said.
"I will, I will," Robin gurgled round the head that he'd taken back into his mouth, now loving the experience of having a pulsating male member in his mouth. He didn't have any objections to being pulled off and cuddled and being kissed by Ryan, now accepting the kisses and even returning them.
It was with seeming reluctance that they parted and Robin got off the bed and got dressed as Ryan watched him, a smile on his face at phase two being completed. Though he thought it better to get the boy more aquainted with the oral side of sex before he approached the anal side of this homosexual relationship.
Another event took place before Ryan and Robin got together again and it all began on the following day. Well it was the start, for this day began very bright with not a cloud in the sky and the sun shone with quite some heat, heralding the breaking of winter and the setting in of spring.
It was this sun shining day that decided Ryan to give his habit a good washing, for it hadn't seen soap ever since he`d been wearing it. So after breakfast in the nunnery's kitchen, he obtained a block of soap from a nun and went off down to the river. He also took the axe with him for he thought he might as well chop some logs up while his habit dried in the sun.
He stripped off by the rivers edge and though the water was still cold, he scrubbed his habit and eventually hung it over a bush to dry. He then scrubbed himself, shivering as he sat in the cold water until his skin was pink from the lathering and also turning a shade of blue from the cold. He'd brought a scrap of cloth with him to dry himself with and when almost dry, lay there naked in the sun to finish off the process.
A little later, he pulled out a part fallen tree from the underbrush and began chopping this up into logs. He had to rinse himself off again after this sweaty exercise and by the time he had finished, his habit was dry enough to put back on. He left the logs to collect a little later on and went back to his room.
He'd missed lunch so went early for his supper before it was time for the confessional before the evening service. With his meal over, he went into the church and sat down in his little box with its lattice screen between him and the confessee. He'd only just settled himself down before the other door was opened and one of the nun's sat down.
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned," she said in a low voice.
"It's Sister Agatha, isn't it?' he asked.
"Yes Father," was the reply.
"Tell me what you wish to confess sister."
"It's not of an act Father, but of my thoughts that have been racing round in my head ever since..."
"Ever since what, sister?" he asked.
"Oh, oh. I spied on you today." This shook him for he'd thought that he'd been unobserved. "I confess that...that I saw you without your habit on. Naked."
"That in itself is not a sin sister. The human form is God's creation, be it male or female."
"But the fact was that I saw you when you didn't know that I was there," she countered.
"You are splitting hairs now sister, for if you had deliberately set out to spy on a man when he was unclothed, yes, I would agree that that would be a sin, but to see a man, naked, when you didn't intend to, then that was just happenstance and not a sin. If you turned and went away...'
"But I didn't!" she interrupted. "I stayed and watched as you chopped that tree into logs and ...and watched you wash yourself again."
"What is wrong in seeing a man wash?" he asked.
"It was not just the washing Father, but...but I couldn't help seeing what you had between your legs. It made me tremble, almost to passing out, and...and I felt myself get wet between my thighs and I could hardly keep myself upright."
Ryan's cock rose up at this revelation from one of the sisters. She'd been turned on by seeing his prick.
"So you watched. What then did you do?"
"I...I couldn't help but touch myself where I was wet. I couldn't understand the burning sensation I got inside my stomach. I...I thought, no, I wanted to...to touch you. That is my sin Father. Having thoughts that I shouldn't." Ryan pondered this, to try and come up with a plausible excuse to give her her wish, or thoughts as she had said. Also, it had been some time now since he last dipped his wick into a female, and the thought made his cock throb even harder. Where was Robin when he needed him. It would have been the icing on the cake to have had him there, in the confessional box, sucking on his erection as he had heard what she had just said.
"I think that we have both sinned in this matter sister. You in seeing me naked and my being in a position where you should see me like this. I can think of the penance for me in this case. That is for me to prostrate myself, naked, on the altar, giving my body up to the Lord. This will be my penance."
"Shouldn't I then too, give up my body to the Lord in the same penance Father?" Just the response that he'd been hoping for.
"Hmmm. Two bodies joined together, given themselves up to the Lord on the altar. It seems fiting."
"Joined together?" Sister Agatha queried.
"God made Adam and Eve so that they could be joined together in his sight. What better penitence could we give to our Lord but to do the same?"
"Do you think that would be enough ?"
"I think the Lord would rejoice in the union of our bodies to expiate our sin," Ryan said with tongue in cheek, his hand now working furiously under his habit, and coming with great sighs of relief, soiling his freshly cleaned habit. "Tonight, after lights out in the nunnery, come into the church and we will cleanse ourselves on the altar of the sins that we have done."
"Yes Father," she said meekly, the joining of her thighs wet with the anticipation of not only feeling the Father's erect penis, but having it inside her to join them together in the sight of the Lord.
Ryan was all in a dither that evening in giving out the sermon and was glad when it was all over. He smiled at Sister Agatha as the nun's filed out to the nunnery, getting back a small smile in return and he couldn't wait for the time it would be lights out in their place of rest.
He had lit two candles and placed them in an alcove so that the flickering light cast a dancing shadow over the altar that he had cleared, except for the cloth that he left there, for if she was surely a virgin, it would show.
He heard the bell sound for lights out in the nunnery and he was hopping about in anticipation as he waited. It was only a few minutes later that he heard the door creak as it opened and again as it closed and Sister Agatha came into the dim light.
"I am here Father to do my penance," she said, her head bowed.
"Our penance sister," he corrected her. "Let's not waste time," he said, lifting his habit up over his head to reveal himself as she had seen earlier in the day. But with a difference this time, for he was sporting a massive erection. She gave out a gasp at seeing him at his full stature.
"You were not like that before," she managed to get out in a strangled voice.
"But this is what the Lord wants to see when we make our union in his name," Ryan replied. "Now let the good Lord see you in all your glory. Take off that black habit." He mentally crossed his fingers that she wouldn't baulk at this late stage after seeing what he had for her in the next few minutes. She hesitated for a moment or two as she made up her mind and then slowly bent down and, taking hold of the hem of her habit, drew it up over her head. He almost creamed himself there and then as her pubic hairs were revealed while her face was still covered so she missed seeing him lick his lips in his eagerness to stick his prick up in between the white alabaster thighs that she had shown. Then her breasts came into view and he suddenly had the thought that he was now seeing, in the flesh, that what Robin had dreamed of seeing. Here they were now in full view for him. Two perfectly round orbs with their little cherries sticking out from the aureoles, begging to be nibbled. Her face was now red as she cast her habit to one side and stood there, naked in front of him.
"The Lord will be pleased with this penance that we are about to perform in his sake for forgiveness of our sins." Trite bastard, Ryan said to himself as his eyes roved all over that lovely body of Sister Agatha.
"Now," he stuttered, and began again after clearing his throat. "Now up onto the altar," he said, taking her hand and leading her to it and giving his hand as a stirrup, she put her foot into it and heaved herself up and swivelled round to lie down on her back.
"Is this right?" she asked.
"Perfect," he replied. "Now open your legs for me to get in between." This she did as he climbed up onto the altar and got into position between her open thighs. He could clearly see her sex below the pubic hairs, shining slightly in the glimmer of the candle light, knowing that she was wet and ready for him. "May the Lord now forgive us our sins in our joining together in his Holy name," and he leaned up over her, lowering himself down until the tips of her breasts were touching his chest and he felt the head of his cock slide in between her thighs and touch and feel the wetness there, waiting for him.
With no more messing about, he pushed his hips forward and easily slid inside her, to come to a halt at the hymen. A miniscule barrier went through his mind, having had several virgins before, and pushed his way inside her.
She gave out a little cry as the hymen was ruptured, but did not hinder or try to prevent him from fully entering her body. In fact she almost swooned with delight as his thick hard prick utterly filled her, its throbbing beat exciting all the nerves that her vagina contained.
These nerves then gave out the message for her interior muscles to react and they began their spasmodic contractions along the whole length of his shaft. He gave out a big sigh at the enveloping warmth that surrounded him, loving the muscles that she brought into play. As much as he loved the feel of her breasts squashed beneath his chest, he lifted himself up onto his elbows and began to really fuck this sister of virtue beneath him.
Her legs came up at this most wonderous experience she`d never before had felt. His cock was both soothing and exciting all of her senses as it moved up and down in her womanly passage. Her own body began to respond to his forward movements by reciprocating, pushing down to meet his upward thrusts, loving the feel of his hard flesh, reaming her insides, yet realising that it was stoking up the fire that was now well alight inside her belly.
She didn't want it to stop which was the same thought of Ryan as he ploughed this virgin meadow and neither of them wanted it to end as their lower bodies kept clashing as they both strove to get his rampant prick deeper inside her. She gave out a gasp and then a scream as the fire inside, blew the boiler within her, throwing her mind into a phantasmagoric tangle as she experienced her first ever climax.
She thrashed about, almost dislodging Ryan from the top of her body, him hanging on and coming at the same time to her violent gyrations. He marvelled at the fact that this was his first woman for a long time but was still able to hang on till she had had her orgasm before coming himself.
They came to a halt, both of their chests heaving, him loving the feeling of her erect nipples rubbing against the hairs on his chest, she, loving that throbbing organ, still pulsating inside her. Her arms went up round his neck and pulled his head down and gave him a very passionate kiss before letting him loose to breathe properly.
"Thou art the man!" she declared.
"Samuel. Chapter twelve, verse seven," he said, pleased that he remembered that quotation, though it had been said from one man to another, but the analogy was right. "But now that we have done our penance I'm sure that I am correct in quoting Proverbs, chapter three, verse twelve. `For whom the Lord loveth, he correcteth.' That our joining together in our sin has now been forgiven in His eyes."
"Amen to that," Sister Agatha sighed. "If this was to be my penance every time I sinned Father, you would find that you have a wayward nun on your hands." She smiled up at him as she flexed her vaginal muscles around his, still hard prick, embedded deep inside her.
"It may happen sister, but for us to do our penance together, it would have to be because of a mutual sin," Ryan said, hoping that she would sin again soon but not too often for his own health, for he was still looking forward to fucking young Robin who he knew, would be a much tighter fuck than that what he would get from the nun beneath him.
He transferred his weight to his elbows as he brought his knees up and started to slide out of her, feeling her internal muscles come into play to try and hold him there.
"Noooo!" she cried as she felt him start to withdraw, striving to hold him there, but out it slipped to the sucking noise as their stomachs parted, the combined sweat making that rather rude noise.
Ryan got off the altar and helped Sister Agatha off and handed her the black habit, the brown one being his.
"Maybe one day you'll be washing this in the river and I might see you naked, then we will both have sinned again," he said with a chuckle.
"Would we have to do the same penance then?" she asked in a breathless voice, her eyes alight and shining.
"It's possible, but don't bank on it," he said with a laugh and he pushed her towards the door of the nunnery. "Now go and get your sleep," he said, giving her bum a pat as he did so. She gave out a simper and went off as ordered and he looked at the altar cloth. There, quite clearly was seen, the few spots of blood that confirmed that she had been a virgin less than half an hour before. He gave out another chuckle as he put a candle holder over the flecked spots and wondered at how many he would be able to get in the same position.
Robin, like Sister Agatha, now having tasted illicit sex, was avid for more, and so it was only with a days respite that he was knocking at Ryan's door.
"Robin!" he cried at seeing him there in the doorway. "I was only just this moment thinking about you," he lied. "Come in, come in and sit yourself down." The morning service had only just ended and Robin had been patient enough to wait until Father Ryan went into his room before calling upon him. He entered with a smile on his face and sat down on the bed. He accepted the cup of ale with thanks and having emptied the cup, gave it back and took his clothes off. His erection showed that he was eager for sex and Ryan had to smile as he took off his own habit and got onto the bed with Robin.
There weren't any qualms from Robin when he was taken into the arms of Ryan for a rather passionate kiss, their erections rubbing up against each other in their close embrace.
"I'll swallow it this time Father," Robin burst out as soon as he drew breath from the long lasting kiss, "I promise."
"I'm sure you will," Ryan laughed as he reached down and grasped Robin's throbbing penis. "This feels that it needs some real attention," and he turned round on the bed and took the pulsating organ into his mouth and began to suck on it.
This was a new twist for Robin, for here he was now on Father Ryan's bed, in an upside down position in relation to the Father and having him suck on his erection. But, what was just in front of his face was the red engorged cock head of the said Father. He gave out a groan at the head of his being tickled with a tongue that he quickly grasped that throbbing tool before him and stuck in into his mouth.
What glorious rapture he thought, sucking on a big cock whilst his was being sucked and tongued at the same time. He gave a shudder when he felt the teeth rake upwards from the base of his stem and tried to copy it and do the same.
"Steady with the teeth," admonished Ryan, briefly lifting his head up off of Robin. Chastened at being told off, was more gentle in his nibbling of Ryan's prick yet grateful that he had continued to suck and chew on his own pulsating penis. But the euphoria of sucking on a big tool like Ryan's and having his own prick sucked at the same time, was too much, and he was soon thrusting his hips forwards, trying to get more into Ryan's mouth and came with a massive shuddering of his body, clamping his lips firmly round the head of the cock in his own mouth.
He sighed round his own mouthful and was then alerted by the body movements of Ryan as he started his own ejaculation and it came in great bursts, and remembering what he'd been told, breathed through his nose as his mouth was filled with Ryan's semen. He sat up pleased to be still holding it in his mouth and let Ryan see that he had held it and let him see him swallow it. It wasn't an unpleasant taste and wished now that he hadn't spat out that first coming.
Robin also loved the fact that Father Ryan was also manipulating his balls in their sac, moving them from side to side and got another shock when they were taken into his mouth for the tongue to move them the same way. He showed his pleasure when Ryan eventually turned round and took him into his arms for a kiss. Robin really was avid in his kisses and vowing an undying love for the Father as they wrestled in that tight embrace.
When dressed, because of his wonderful sexual experiences with Father Ryan, Robin offered to help bring back the logs that had been chopped up.