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Part Four.
It was two days later that Sister Catherine entered the confessional box and spoke.
"Father I have sinned."
"What was your sin my daughter?" was the standard reply.
"Two nights ago, I disturbed Sister Agatha and...and Sister Matilda on the same bed. They...they were making love they told me. They also told me that you had shown them how to make this love between two women. Not only that, but that you had taken them to heaven by the unions of your bodies. I...I have since been having thoughts of this and...and, oh, please forgive me, but I wish you to take me there too!" there was a sob in her voice.
"Are you sure of this sister?" he asked, his cock rising up at the thought of another nun in his stable, read nun as mare, ready to be mounted by the stallion.
"Yes Father," she said in almost a whisper. "I've tried to deny myself but my body keeps telling me otherwise. I've tried to quell the burning I am experiencing inside but I think that it can only be appeased by a man such as yourself."
"You realise that it would mean a union of our bodies on the altar of the church, giving our bodies to each other in sight of the Lord?"
"Yes Father. It is what I want."
"Then come with the other sisters tonight after lights out and we will have this union and the Lord will bless us both."
His erection was really throbbing and hurting him when he left the confessional and happened to find Agatha in the church.
"Come with me," he said to her and she obediently followed him out and round to his room. He took her inside and took her into his arms and kissed her, letting her feel his hardness under his habit.
"I saw Sister Catherine leave the confessional and guessed by what I feel is that she has asked for a union between you and the Lord," she said with a smile on her face.
"You're right," he laughed.
"But you would like a little practice first?' she asked with a smile, hiding it when she took her habit up off over her head.
"You're so right," he said, pulling his off to reveal that he was up and ready, but he leaned down and kissed her breasts first, nibbling on each nipple before lifting her up and laying her down on his bed.
"Oh Father," she cried as he entered her. "We don't do this enough," as her legs went high up to give him more room as their pubes met in their joining together. As much as he liked fucking Robin, a woman was just as good a replacement when he needed his release. But it was the thinking of his fucking of Robin and the coming night in having Sister Catherine that made him come quicker than he would have liked. She was crying out as he humped away, driving himself as deep as he could into her vagina and yet still was able to give her an orgasm at the same time as he came, sending his seed up into her, unknowingly now starting her off on the road to mother-hood.
He was glad that he'd had Agatha during the afternoon for he would probably have come too soon when deflowering Catherine. He was already up and hard as he cleared the altar as the bell chimed for the candles to be extinguished and waited for the sisters to enter the church with the new bride for him to have in the Lord's name.
All four came in silently, with just the barest whisper of their habits as they moved into the candle light.
"Here is Sister Catherine Father. To be joined with you in the sight of the Lord," said Matilda.
"May the Lord bless you all, but you especially Sister Catherine. For He will be pleased to witness this union of our two bodies in His name. Now come upon the altar." He watched as the others helped her off with her habit and he marvelled at this young nubile female that he was about to fuck. High breasts that had only just reached maturity, a trim waist and just a small bush of hair at the upper thighs, hiding what he was about ravage. She was helped up onto the altar and lay there with her legs open for him to see her sex just waiting for him. He pulled off his habit and saw the admiring looks of the others as his prick swayed about as he got on himself and knelt between the open legs of Catherine.
"Oh Lord look down on this offering that we give you with the union of our two bodies in your name," he intoned.
"Amen," the others chorused as he stretched himself out and felt her quiver under him at the first touch of his cock to her open sex. But he didn't stop moving, his hands flat down by her chest as he leaned forward, the head of his cock entering her and he loved that small gasp at this first feeling of an erection's head moving into her body. Then would come the cry as he broke through her hymen and entered virgin territory, where no man had gone before. He eyes were wide open as he smiled down at her and leaned down until he was resting on his forearms, his cock pulsating inside her, giving it a twitch and feeling her internal muscles respond to the first contact with a male organ inside her body. It was a shy smile he got in return and he now began to move himself in and out of that lovely, all encompassing warmth as he gave her the very first fuck of her life and just hoped that he could hold on long enough to bring her to an orgasm.
Her legs had come up and pressed close to his waist as he moved, her arms coming up to hold his shoulders, his chest just slightly rubbing her nipples, bringing them erect. The sensitive nodules giving her miniscule shocks that added to the slow burning fire deep in her belly as his tool ironed out the kinks of her unused vagina.
"Oh Christ!" she gasped out in time to his thrusts, the passion building up fast in her body. "This...is...wonder...ful!"
Sweat was starting to build up on his forehead as he fucked this virgin beneath him, loving the fact that he was the first to fuck her, moving himself in and out as he felt her begin to tense up.
"Oh Father! Oh Christ, oh my God!" she screamed out as she began to buck in her climatic orgasm. Flying high above the earth in this wonderous feeling that was flooding her body. Back arched as she pushed ever upwards to feel and take as much of his manhood inside her as she came.
He'd kept his pubic bones mashed down onto hers as she bucked and thrashed beneath him, now revelling in the fact that he'd achieved more than just his goal, but now let himself go and came inside her, pushing himself hard down onto her, still thrusting with his hips, pumping out his semen into the open cavity.
Her arms were all sweaty that slipped somewhat as she pulled at his neck, pulling his head down for her to kiss this man who'd opened, not just her body, but her mind to the wonders of having a man inside and reaming her, taking her to heights she'd never dreamed of.
Drained, yet exultant, he seemed to tower over her as they came to a stop, both panting heavily, his cock still throbbing and twitching inside her, her vaginal muscles alternately flexing themselves against the whole length of his shaft.
"You truly are a child of God," he gasped.
"And you are his chosen man, Father," she panted back, never having felt so alive before as she felt now with this man still inside her, pulsating away and still making her shiver with the delight and from the ecstatic experience she'd just been given.
"No!" she had cried out as he began to pull out. "No!" But he was withdrawing and it felt as if he was drawing out her innards at the same time and cried out again as his cock slipped out of her.
He felt drained and exhausted but still pleased with himself that he'd managed to bring her to an orgasm as he sat down at the end of the altar, not even noticing that it was Magarete this time that came to suck on his wet erection, taking in both his and Catherine's juices.
He slid off the altar when his cock had been sucked and licked clean, taking the offered habit to put on as Catherine was helped off the altar to be given her habit.
"Tell her about me not liking dirty habits and that she should bring hers down to the river for washing in two days time," he said to Margarete.
"That I will do Father, and be sure to show her how to please another woman at the same time," she said with a smile and he understood her meaning and gave her a smile.
"I will, I will." He staggered off, deciding to see to the altar accoutrements first thing in the morning as he went one way and they went the other, now having another sister join the ranks of those being blessed by the Lord and by Father Ryan.
He slept like a log that night and was only just up in time to make the altar ready for the morning service before Sister Rose showed up with the rest of the nuns. It was a short service and sermon that he gave and was glad to get back to bed to sleep off the excesses of the night before.
The news wasn't good that greeted him shortly after he was awake and out in the open air as Sister Agatha came up to him.
"I'm worried about Margarete," she said. "For the past two mornings she's been throwing up, but she insists that she's alright and that it was nothing to worry about, but it still worries me." It worries me Ryan thought, for he knew that a woman being sick first thing in the morning said only one thing having seen this in his earlier years, knew that she was pregnant.
"As she said, I think she'll be alright and it will soon pass," but he then went off to see Sister Rose.
`Sister, I've been thinking," which indeed he had over the last few minutes before going to see her. "What with old Mrs Wickens in the hamlet, her being the only midwife for them all and getting quite old, I'm afraid she's not long for this world. With her passing, there will not be any woman capable of handling any of the mothers in labour when their time comes. Now I think it would be a good idea to send a couple of the nuns to assist her and learn the techniques of this unique event of helping a newborn into this fine world."
"A very good and commendable idea Father Ryan," she said. "Now who should I send out for this?" she mused.
"Why not Sister Matilda. She is the senior nun, her and, er, well, what about Sister Agatha as her assistant?"
"Yes," she said, drawling out the word. "It would give Sister Matilda just that bit more authority and knowledge. Leave it with me Father Ryan and I shall see that it is done."
Ryan left with a feeling that things would now be in the right hands for if one of the nuns was pregnant, there might be more that he was responsible for and what better than to keep this in-house as it were by having your own midwife on hand if it be proved that any of the others were indeed by child by him.
The hamlet cart had gone off to market with an abundant supply of fresh river trout which sold quite handsomely in the town's weekly market and came back with the two habits that Ryan had asked for. Sisters Matilda and Agatha had also been sent out on their first learning session of assisting in the birthing of a child to one of the hamlet's married women.
Robin was delighted that the habits had arrived and went quickly to see Ryan to tell him that they were now in the hamlet and could they have his and Thomas's induction into the church this coming Sunday. Ryan felt a throbbing of his cock and agreed, having already installed the second bed into his now cramped room.
The day duly came round and Robin was there with his parents as so were those of Thomas, both lots proud of their sons entering the church. Though not without some regret for losing the cheap labour that they had provided whilst living at home, but it was one less mouth to feed.
It was after the sermon that Ryan announced this fact of the two young lads being inducted into the church and that this was just a formal introduction as the actual rites were performed in private. The two young men were taken out of the church and given the habits to wear and re-entered the church wearing them to much clapping from the congregation as they came down the aisle to genuflect before the altar and Ryan who welcomed them in the Lord's name, into the church and into Holy Orders.
They stayed behind with Ryan to say farewell to other members of the congregation as they left the church and to also say farewell to their parents who were now giving up their effectual control to Ryan, who blessed them in their gift and that God would smile upon both families as they were initiated into the very meaning of embracing the word of God and those of those who followed the chosen path. The path, Ryan said to himself, led right up to his room and bed.
Both lads were jubilant at entering the church and leaving the confines of their homes and parents and would accept the close confines of Ryan's room but with the knowledge that they could now make love to each other without any further qualms about being interrupted or seen by any of their siblings or parents.
It was a delighted Ryan who led them to what would be their new living quarters, cramped though they be, it was still a haven for Thomas and Robin. They would also be eating in the nunnery with Ryan, but it was their living and sleeping room that they were more interested in.
It was indeed cramped. The two beds had to be pushed together to allow the door to be opened, making the two appear to be one big double bed, as wide as it was long. Ryan's bed on the other side of the door with just the still rickety table and the fireplace between them.
It wasn't until after the evening service did they realise just how far or how close, they would become in that small room. It was now high summer and the room was hot and almost claustrophobic and the first thing that Ryan did on entering was to pull off his habit and lay on his bed completely naked.
This didn't upset Robin who then did the same and went and poured out some ale for the three of them, himself having made an extra cup for Thomas. They accepted the ale and Ryan looked on in amusement at Thomas who wasn't quite sure what to do in this now, close proximity to Father Ryan who was lying there on his bed completely naked. It was Robin who got him moving.
"Come on Thomas. Get that habit off. It's far too hot to be sitting there with it on." So, somewhat shyly, he stood up and let Robin take it off and he sat back down with the cup of ale in his hands that he held in his lap.
"Did you know that Robin and I were lovers before you met him?" Ryan asked of Thomas.
"Ye...yes," he stammered, not sure how he should react with him being without clothing and seeing the prone naked body of the Father on the opposite bed.
"Do you love him?" Ryan asked.
"Ye...yes," he stammered again.
"Well let me see how much you love him." Thomas looked at the naked Robin next to him.
"He wants to see us make love to each other," Robin said to Thomas, taking the ale cup from his hands and placing that and his on the table. Robin then sat back down and turned Thomas' face towards him and kissed him on the lips. This seemed to break the ice for the arms of Thomas came up and went round the shoulders of Robin as he returned the kiss. It was only a small movement on Robin's part, but they both fell backwards on this double bed. Sex took over from this point and Ryan watched as the two bodies writhed together as they kissed. Legs moving up in between the thighs, almost squashing the other pair of balls as their cocks that were now rising up to their full length, clashed.
It wasn't long before they were upside down to each other, sucking on the cock in front of them, stroking the balls with one hand as they rubbed the erect cock that was in their mouth with the other, Ryan now had a massive hard on at watching this display, but kept himself back in check as they both came in the respective mouths, slurping and sucking the semen that they'd both received, slowing down to just the sucking and licking after swallowing the outcome.
It was Robin who looked over and saw Ryan stroking his erection that raised the question.
"Thomas," he said to his partner on the bed. "I've had Father Ryan fuck me and you've had me fuck you. Would you now like to have the Father do the same to you? You'll enjoy it, that I can guarantee." Thomas looked over and saw the erection being held up for him to see.
"Are you sure? I know that you love me but I won't lose your love if I do, will I?" he asked, tears in his eyes.
"No Thomas. It was Father Ryan who blessed us with our coming together, for he says that love should be shared. I love him as I love you and he is willing to share that love as I am. Now make me happy in seeing my two loves make love together." Thomas then slowly nodded his head and both Robin and Ryan smiled.
"Now that is love," Ryan said as he rose up from his bed, his cock swaying ponderously between his thighs. "I gave my love and blessing to you two getting together and Robin has shown his love for me by offering you up to loving me too. I am honoured in this love that you have for Robin to do this to give me some of the love that you both share." He put some of the goose grease on his prick and got onto the bed as Thomas went up onto his knees and presented his backside for Ryan to fuck.
He got between the open legs and gently ran his fingers up and down the sides of Thomas's chest before stroking the cheeks of his backside, delighting in the little shudders that were given out at his touch.
With one hand guiding his erection, the other pulled one cheek aside and placed the greased head of his cock at the back entrance of Thomas, who gave a little start at the touch. Ryan heard him take in a deep breath and felt him try to relax beneath him as he pushed forward. There was a little resistance but the grease helped him widen Thomas and his cock slipped in and Ryan moved forward till he was fully embedded inside the tight embrace of Thomas's canal.
"Wow," Thomas breathed out in a gasp and Ryan felt the sphincter muscle being used round the base of his shaft and so he made his cock twitch which brought out a gurgle of delight from Thomas. He then began to fuck this tight orifice, using both hands on the hips to pull him back to every forward thrust he made into Thomas's rear end.
The tightness of Thomas was the same as that of Robin and couldn't tell the difference between them except for the noise of the grunts as he fucked away, thoroughly enjoying this fucking of a new backside. But as always, the pleasure was short lived for he was soon ramming himself up hard to Thomas's bum cheeks, slapping them with his thighs and balls as he began to come. Holding the body tight, he came in short sharp jabs, sending out his seed to destruction within Thomas, enjoying the release he was getting and hoped that Thomas was enjoying being fucked by Father Ryan.
He pulled out to the cry of dismay and quickly got off the bed to wipe and wash his still hard erect prick as Thomas flopped forward onto his front.
"What do you think?" Robin asked Thomas as he put his arm round his shoulder.
"It was great," he replied, rolling over onto his side and letting Robin give him a cuddle. "I was a bit nervous at first but it was the same as having it with you, and I enjoyed it."
Ryan was pleased to have gotten his rocks off for he would now be able to last that bit more longer when he was with Sister Caroline that afternoon down by the river.
He duly collected a somewhat shy Caroline from the nunnery and the other sisters who'd experienced this, knew better now than to ask if they could go too.
"Now to get this dirty habit of yours scrubbed clean," he said to her. "Have you got some soap?" She showed him that she had and followed him till they were out of sight of the church and the hamlet people, and approached the spot that he felt was best for this outside coupling with her.
For her, it had not been so bad in having her habit taken off in the near darkness the other night, but now out in broad daylight, she felt rather shy. So Ryan pulled his off first to let her see him naked and his cock starting to rise up and he took her hand and led her into the river where it was shallow and sat her down in the cool moving water and pulled the habit off over her head.
She blushed at letting him see her full breasts above the water as he sat down with her to try and reduce his erection in the coolness of the river. He passed her the soap and watched as she scrubbed away at the habit, constantly rinsing it before tackling another part of it until the whole thing had been washed.
He rose up and took it from her and went out of the water and draped it over a bush to dry in the sun. He gave his body a quick rub with his habit and looked at Catherine still sitting in the river.
"Come on out now Caroline and let me dry you," he said, and with another flush to her face, rose up and got out and let him rub her down. "There. Any damp bits will soon dry off in the sun. Now let's sit down here," he said, taking her hand and pulling her closer to him and made her sit down beside him. She looked down at his groin and saw that he was half erect, still looking big in that state and wondered how she had been able to take that thing inside her and not be torn apart.
He pulled her face round towards him and kissed her, holding the kiss as he eased her back down onto the thick grass. She could feel his erection up against her thigh but it didn't seem so bad now that she couldn't see the size of it and gave herself up to his kisses. His hand moved up to one breast and began to massage it, the palm of his hand exciting the nipple to make it and its companion rise up.
When he stopped his kissing and moved down to suck on one enlarged nipple, she knew that he was going to go all the way down to get into the same position that the other sisters had said that he would. With his kissing and nibbling of her nipples, she felt a warm glow start in her lower belly that got larger as he began to kiss his way down over her stomach. Her legs automatically opened to allow him to get in between them as his tongue moved through her pubic hairs and began to tease the folds of her sex.
She began to tremble as she felt his fingers part them and gave a jolt as she felt his tongue stroke up inside, touching, just for a fleeting moment, her clitoris. This responded immediately to rise up into a hard nodule and the glow in her belly now began to feel like a fire. It was another shock when his tongue began to probe and move inside her vagina and couldn't help but squirm and move her backside on the lush grass beneath her.
Now she knew why the other sisters were doing this to each other, loving the caresses that he was giving her between the lips, teasing the tight hard little bud that helped stoke up the fire within her. Little moans of delight came from her as he continued to lick and suck her now wet sex. Such was the fire building up that she felt that it needed stoking and pulled at his head for she was now at the point of begging to have him poke this fire with his blunt implement.
He moved up over her and she almost cried with delight as she felt his erection trail up her thigh and enter her wetness. He slid in quite easily and the muscles of her vagina immediately clamped round his shaft as it moved up until his pubes met hers and he could go no further inside her. She didn't realise she'd been holding her breath and now it came out in one big long sigh as his chest rubbed her taut nipples as he settled himself on and inside her.
"Oh Father, it's lovely having you where you are now,' she sighed and gave out a groan of pleasure as he began to move and with legs splayed wide, enjoyed this fucking of her with his throbbing organ of pleasure.
He was not only poking her fire but stoking it up at the same time, building up the pressure inside her and her legs rose up to get deeper penetration of his wonderous tool as she began the start of her orgasm. She gave out a scream as she bucked underneath him as her climax arrived, blowing her insides apart in one big explosion of relief and passion. Ryan came too at the same time, enjoying this boisterous ride she was giving him as she came, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she clung to him.
They both felt like wet rags as they came to halt, breathing heavily, sweat running down his face and dropping onto her breasts that were heaving, joining the sweat that was running down between them and rolling down the sides of her chest.
"As they said, it was having heaven here on earth," she panted, her eyes wide and shining as she looked up at him, flexing her internal muscles. He responded by smiling down at her and made his cock twitch again.
"It was heaven being joined with you in this joint venture to experience this sharing of love in the sight of the Lord," he said. "There's only one more thing to do now," he said as he pulled out to her cry of dismay at losing him from within her, and he went up onto his knees and held his cock upright. "And that is for you to now suck on the organ of your pleasure."
Such was her euphoria of pleasure that this tool had given her, she quickly was up on her knees and took as much of it into her mouth to suck and chew upon.
"Easy with the teeth," Ryan said, flinching at the sharp nip she had given him. She did as she was told and continued to suck and tongue him until she'd drawn out what sperm had been left inside his tubes, taking in a taste of her own juices at the same time. She kept it in her mouth until it deflated and only then did she release him and slide up to lie on top of him, crushing her breasts to his chest as she kissed him.
"Thank you Father, thank you," she said between kisses.
"It's me who should be thanking you and the Lord for the pleasure we have given each other," he replied and eased her off of him so that he could play with her breasts and her to fondle his limp dick until he was up and ready to be of service to her again.
It was a very fucked out pair that parted an hour later for them to get dressed, her habit now having dried out in the bright sunshine. She asked on the way back to the church as to when they could be together again and he had to make it quite clear to her that she would have to take her turn with the others.
"But no doubt, you'll be in demand from those I've been with, to share another bed at night, getting another form of pleasure in the joining of two bodies." She had to be satisfied with that and was now looking forward to having one of the other nuns going down on her. That she would have to reciprocate by going down on them didn't cross her mind at the time, though she did eventually and came to like this as an alternative to having Father Ryan fucking her.
It was after supper that the three males got out of their habits for bed, each anticipating a sexual session, sporting thick heavy erections and they all got on the two beds. In their moving about, Thomas gave out a cry and gave Robin a push.
"Careful. You're squashing my John," he said.
"Your what? John?" he replied with a frown.
"Yes, John. It's the name I've given my prick," he said, holding his erection upright. "What do you call your prick?"
"Nothing really. It's always been my cock," he replied.
"Have you given your prick a name Father?" he asked of Ryan.
"Well, when I was a lad, because I used it quite often, I was known as Dick Ryan, so I suppose I've always thought of it as my dick," and he then began to laugh and shaking his erection at the same time. "Here's me with Dick Ryan and you two are Cock Robin and John Thomas," and off he went again into a howl of laughter which the others joined in. "How about," he began after he'd controlled his laughing, "you Robin start sucking on Dick Ryan while I suck on John Thomas who can begin sucking Cock Robin." This set them off laughing again but that's how they finished up, making a triangle as they sucked on the respective pricks and continued till they'd all come and licked and cleaned those that they had sucked on.
To round this off when they had rested and were up hard again, decided to make a daisy chain and Ryan opted to be the one in the middle and he got stuck into Robin and leaned over his back for Thomas to enter him and be the driving force with him fucking Ryan as Ryan fucked Robin. They did this quite often over the weeks, changing the sequence so that they all had a turn of being the one in the middle. The one who was on the outer end got to be fucked by the first one afterwards while the middle man watched.
Ryan with his two acolytes, did another turn at the fishing nets with the supply in the holding pen dwindling as there was now a great demand for their fresh fish every week at the town's market, which brought in quite a goodly amount of revenue, most of which was going to the church. They also set to with a will in chopping as much wood as they could and dragging it back to the church, needing to get as much done before helping out in the harvest yet to come.
Agatha and Matilda had attended several birthings in the hamlet, getting to know how to assist at a delivery which pleased Ryan for he knew that Margarete would need their assistance when she came to term. This in itself would cause some problems, a nun giving birth to a child without being married, but he had some ideas about this. The main thing was that with the wearing of the loose flowing habit, her condition when she neared her time, wouldn't be easily noticed. The problem would be with the abbess, Sister Rose, but she sorted that problem out for him herself.
Sister Rose had gone down into the cellar for some wine that was kept there. Though cellar is a misnomer really for all it really was, was just a hole beneath the nunnery, got to by some roughly hewn wooden steps. Well she'd started on down one afternoon and caught her foot in her habit and tumbled down, twisting her ankle and also knocking herself out. She lay there for nearly four hours before she was missed and that's where they found her. Cold and shivering and unable to move herself or even have voice to call out for help.
Ryan was summoned from the woods and he, with the assistance of Robin and Thomas, managed to get her up from this cellar and into her secluded room where the sisters took over. But with her lying on the cold damp earth for so long, she caught a chill that developed into pneumonia from which she didn't recover.
She had always been weak in both body and health and knew that she wasn't long for the world and called in Matilda to write a letter for her to the Mother house in Bristol. Now with Matilda having been the eldest of the nuns there, Sister Rose had taught Matilda to both read and write, she being the only one to be able to do both. So she wrote down what Sister Rose had to say. In effect, what the letter contained was that when the Mother house would receive this letter, she would be dead and buried. Now she had great faith in Sister Matilda to take over as abbess if the Mother house agreed, and if not, to send another to take her place in the running of this nunnery.
Two days later, Sister Rose passed away and on the following day, was buried in their small cemetery. Ryan, having attended some burials before, had no problem in dealing with this calamity that had befallen on them and so officiated at her burial.
This letter was duly sent off with the next trip to town by two of those from the hamlet, and they would have to wait for an answer. But in the meantime, Matilda voiced her fears that she didn't think that she was capable of being the superior in place of Sister Rose and asked Ryan if he would take over as the interim head of the nunnery and church.
Never having expected to be accepted as a monk when he'd first arrived at the hamlet in his disguise but was now being asked to virtually take control of the whole place, accepted this challenge.
Sister Matilda then deemed it only right that he should take over the late sister's room in the nunnery and not be cramped up with the two new monks, she, willing to stay with the other nuns. Besides, she added with a smirk, it now meant that he could sleep with any of those nuns that he fucked, including herself, in the seclusion of his own room. He wasn't averse to this idea either and so he set about making a bed big enough for two to sleep in with some degree of comfort.
Robin and Thomas were both dismayed that Ryan would be moving out for they had both come to love that extra person in their sexual frolics at night and sometimes during the day even. But he assured them that he would always be available to them for advice, spiritual guidance or sex, but only during daylight hours, for he needed to have a cock shoved up his arse as much as they did from time to time.
Now that he was the titular head of the community so to speak, he had a visit from Sister Ruth who wanted to join the coterie of the other four nuns. She, like Catherine, had heard some of the whisperings of the others and now wanted to be a part and feel to belong more with the group.
He duly agreed and had the other four lead Sister Ruth into the church after lights out and take off her habit and stretch her out on the prepared altar cloth. She gasped when she saw Ryan divested of his habit, his prick jutting up at its erect angle and now wishing that she hadn't asked for this.
"We are here in the sight of the Lord to show that in the joining of the body of this humble servant with that of Sister Ruth that you may rejoice in this showing of our love for You."
He got up onto the altar, his erection swaying from side to side under the mesmerized eyes of Ruth, frightened as a rabbit before a cobra.
She was trembling from head to foot as he leaned over her, praying to God that what she was about to receive wouldn't be painful. But the only pain she felt as he slid into her was that of her hymen being broken and she was taken into womanhood in a wave after wave of pleasure that she'd never ever dreamed of. The rupturing of her hymen was of little consequence to her at what she experienced under the skilful body manipulations of Ryan as he fucked her there on the altar.
He had fucked Matilda earlier that evening so as to give him the staying power when he deflowered Ruth and to be able to last out to bring her to an orgasm which he achieved in doing so. She then became his devoted follower along with the other five nuns, not forgetting to add the two lads who loved being fucked by him too.
Three days later, he got her to wash her dirty habit in the river and also introduce her to the art of cunnilingus to be able to interact with the other nuns.
This left the one nun that he hadn't as yet fucked, Sister Gwen, who also fell under his spell one week later after hearing that all the others had been with Father Ryan more than once. He had been hoping to add her blood to the altar cloth as well but found out when she spoke to him in the confessional that she wasn't a virgin.
Gwen had left her home after being raped by her father so was no longer a virgin but had as yet to be fulfilled in respect of having the experience of what the others had described as being out of this world. But they still followed what was now a ritual of initiation in a sense, of the five nuns helping her onto the altar to be fucked by Ryan in the name of the Lord. She too had to clean her dirty habit in the river and be subsequently taken by him out in the long soft grass. And like the others, had no qualms about going down on him after the extra excitement he was able to give them.
Not only had she known a man before Ryan took her on the altar, but had also once given a man oral sex and wasn't averse to going down on Ryan after their coupling out in the grass while her habit was drying in the sun. But she was also introduced to the form of male sex by having Ryan fuck her up the backside. It wasn't sex as she would care to continue but found out that it wasn't so bad when she was in her time of pregnancy later on, fingering herself to a climax while being shafted from the rear.
It was just over six weeks before the letter from the Mother house came by way of those from the hamlet that had gone into town for the weekly market. He got Matilda to read it to him though she read it herself first before relating what it contained.
"I don't understand? Who's Father Lawson?" she asked, looking at Ryan with a bewildered expression.
"I don't know. Read the letter to me and maybe it'll make sense," he said.
"We are sorry to hear of the loss of our Sister Rose, but will leave it up to the advice of Father Lawson. That's it. Nothing else. Again, who is Father Lawson?" she asked.
Ryan suddenly had the vision of himself kneeling beside a dying monk in the forest nearly two years ago. Was that the Father Lawson, who he'd assumed was travelling on to Glevum, but in actual fact on his way to this place to assume the role that Father Dominic had played here before his demise. That was the only thing he could think of at the time.
`I don't know," Ryan said in answer to the question. "Maybe we should write another letter back asking them to clarify it."
So Matilda wrote another letter saying to the effect, well asking, who was this Father Lawson they referred to as they only had Father Ryan here. Having been with them for nearly two years now and was effectively in charge of the church and nunnery.
This letter didn't go off till the following week's market day travel and it was another six weeks before an answer arrived back to them.
"Father Lawson left us well over a year ago to take up the post there. Who is this Father Ryan?" It was short and to the point and Matilda was a bit puzzled at how to answer this for she didn't know exactly what to say. Ryan had given her an answer and though she appeared to take note of what he said, composed the letter herself to send.
"Father Lawson never arrived but Father Ryan did and it was assumed he was the replacement for Father Dominic. Father Ryan had been travelling for some time and seemed only right that he should stay with us. If this was wrong, there's nothing we can do to turn the clock back as we have been very satisfied in the way he has been looking after both our bodies and souls." She had written this last bit with her tongue in cheek for he had indeed been very solicitous with their bodies and wished that it would remain so.
What Matilda didn't know at this point was that Sister Catherine was now experiencing morning sickness and as this lasted only a week, didn't know that she too was in the same state of pregnancy as Margarete. It was to be another four weeks before Matilda began to be having the same symptoms.
Meanwhile, life went on the same as before but with a slight difference.
Ryan was now fucking two young lads and six nuns and he felt that there was becoming a strained atmosphere among the nuns. So he started a rota system for them, the nuns, to share his bed on one night of the week. Sunday night he would sleep on his own, though he would be fucking the lads and having them fuck him during that day before he went to bed. Matilda, being the eldest nun would share his bed on Monday night, Agatha on Tuesday and so on. With there being five nuns not with him and them pairing off, it left one alone and it was decided that this one would be the one sleeping with him on the following night. The system worked and yet he would still fuck the odd nun now and again when it was time for one nun's dirty habit that needed washing.
Robin and Thomas worked diligently for the church in not only seeing to the now larger vegetable garden as well as wood chopping, also spent a lot of time making wooden platters, bowls and kitchen utensils from off cuts of trees. These were sold in the town's market as well as the fish and fresh produce, bringing more money into the church's coffers.
Ryan used this later after the harvesting of the wheat in the fields and with the straw and hay gathered in, that he got the male members of the hamlet to start helping in building an annex to the nunnery as well as a laundry room off the kitchen.
The annex, rough though the construction was, would be for the children that would be born to the nuns, those of the hamlet would not know that they were the mothers of these children and it would be said that the babies were left in the care of the nuns by women unknown.
The wood store for the nunnery was also increased in size for the heating of that place and this annex when the time came for it to be occupied.
Robin and Thomas created another problem for Ryan by finding out that there were another two boys in the village who were rather on the effeminate side and were talked into joining the monastery as they now called it, and soon converted them into a life of homosexuality. These were Maurice and Brian, both round about fifteen years of age.
Ryan only found this out one Sunday when he went to the room where the boys slept and found Maurice, with them, naked on the bed having sex together. The new boy was mortified to be caught by Father Ryan in this act, but was soon put at his ease when Ryan stripped off his habit and had the boy go down on him. He later fucked him and welcomed him into the brotherhood. Brian joined a few weeks later and went through the same initiation process, also being welcomed as an extra pair of hands.
The harvesting was done and the grain had been taken to the miller in the town and returned it as flour for their bread, his payment being a part share of the flour he turned out. The men of the hamlet were now having work on building and getting paid whereas before, with the coming of winter, they didn't usually earn anything, so they were quite happy with this.
Ryan had the laundry wash room built first because he wasn't prepared to strip off in the cold and use the freezing water of the river to wash his habit or let the nun's do their's there either. It was here that Ryan, as a supervisor in seeing a habit being washed, would fuck the nun or lad who's habit was being boiled at the time. He rather liked having a naked nun up against the wall and fuck her while standing up though a male was usually bent over and at least he got to be fucked as well with them.
It was into the New Year that Margarete went into labour and she was assisted by Matilda and Agatha, in their new annex for her to produce a son. For the last three months of her pregnancy, she had stayed out of sight of the people of the hamlet and so they did not know that it had been a nun who produced this child. This subterfuge was carried out with all those pregnant, which was the whole six of them, spaced out with roughly two months between each one. By the time that summer came round again, there were six babies to be looked after, two boys and four girls.
During that summer, two more girls from the village decided to join the church and become nuns and not really knowing the rules as it were for their entry to become nuns, were laid on the altar for Ryan to bless them and granted them entry as he entered them. Two more stains being added to the cloth that covered it. Another boy also wanted to become a monk during that summer and Ryan decided that with five young men now sharing what had been his old room, that these living quarters should be enlarged and that's what he had the men of the hamlet do that coming winter. From that point on, the hamlet itself went into decline.
The youngsters of the hamlet saw how well the monks and nuns got on with each other and the fact that they were being pressed by their mothers and fathers to do more work and the family squabbles that erupted over these chores. They saw that the church and nunnery had plenty of wood to get through the winter as well as enough vegetables, meat and poultry to live on without having to sit down to thin watery soup and mouldy bread because of mismanagement where they lived.
So the families started to lose their children to the church, leaving them with less unpaid labour to work their own fields. That they were only swapping their parental father for Father Ryan and their mother for Sister Matilda, didn't come into their equation of sharing the load and getting the benefit of more food and warmth during the winter months.
As the hamlet's houses became slowly depleted of offspring, some losing all, these people left the hamlet and moved to the town or just died off through age, their land becoming part of the church and it became easier to run whole fields of different vegetables, wheat or carry livestock rather than the strip sections that they had been used to in the past.
Ryan was in his element, having another eight young girls come into the church to become nuns, having each of them on the altar, finding out that three of them were not virgins. But it was the young men that he relished, getting to have them over a period of time and delighting at having them all at one time or another, fucking him with their lusty vigour. Though he did find out that six was the most he would have fuck him in one session as any more made him rather sore in spite of his back passage being well lubricated with the sperm that he'd received before.
Though it must be said that not all of these young monks were into male sex but were delighted to find many a willing nun to be able to fuck. So what with Ryan impregnating quite a few of the nuns, these other young men were also adding some which resulted in the orphanage, as it was being called, soon being filled with growing children that were the offspring of the nuns.
These boys and girls became, as they got older, monks and nuns themselves, loving the freedom of love and sex and didn't hesitate in adding to the numbers already there. Ryan was in his forties before the last tenant of the hamlet died and the whole surrounding area now came under his domain. The houses, as they had become vacant, were pulled down and the stone used to increase the size on the monk's quarters and that of the nuns.
Ryan reigned supreme until he was sixty five, still lusty and never turned down the offer of a bare arse to be fucked. He was in his element of having a youth before him on his knees and he had his prick up the tight backside and another lusty young monk behind him with as big a weapon stuck up his own rear end. He was fucking and being fucked, having his heaven on earth when he was struck down with a heart attack, taking him from one heaven to another, or was it hell?
He died loving what he'd been doing all his life in the fucking of a tight arsehole and being fucked in the same way and he was even buried in that posture, on his knees, by his first acolytes, Robin and Thomas. Later, these two were also laid to rest, one on either side of their Father Ryan who had brought joy to their lives.
The place lasted for many years after Ryan's death, avoiding the minor wars and battles that plagued the country all round them, though it was with the coming of the Norman's that changed things.
It was in 1086 when they came to compile the Domesday Book that the church and its inhabitants came under close scrutiny and the church officials who were part of this compilation were shocked and alarmed at the licentious behaviour that went on there.
It took a small army of men to evict all the nuns and monks from the area and they razed the church and nunnery, orphanage and monk's quarters to the ground, even desecrating the churchyard by removing all the headstones and completely obliterating the place.
So Ryan's little kingdom was never recorded in the great book, but it's evicted tenants moved on to other places, still with their dirty habits.
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