Father John Opens The Gates
by EroticWriter
updated October 2017.
“Mother Angela, after Father John had climbed off of me, his dangly thing was all
soft and shiny looking. As I sat up, I looked down and saw blood on his bed where I
had been lying.
It was from me and it shocked me. Father John saw my tears and said it was nothing
to worry about, that a little sacrificial blood is to be expected when a lock to the Gates
of Heaven is opened for the first time.”
It was time for Father John's Saturday night bath. Angela, the mother nun at 56 was
getting on in years so she decided it was time to allow a novice whom had just
become a nun to learn the job. The lovely young nun, Sister Magdalene, had been at
the monastery since the age of 10 and had never been ******* to men or their ways.
Wanting to prove herself in her first official chore as a new nun, Sister Magdalene
was preparing the bath for Father John as Mother Angela instructed her. "Keep two
large towels here beside the tub. Fill the tub to this exact level, no more, no less
so that Father John's legs will be under water. This is how warm he likes the water
to be."
Before Mother Angela left the room she warned Sister Magdalene not to look
at Father John's nakedness if she could help it. "Men are made different than
women," Angela told her. "You will see something long and dangly looking between
Father John's legs. I know you won't know what it is, but do not stare at it. As you
help him bathe, do whatever he tells you to do, and pray."
Mother Angela took a last look at Sister Magdalene, who was nodding her head in
obedience. The young nun had a slight smile on her face, and in all the years Angela
had been 'training' her, Magdalene had never given the Mother nun any reason for
concern. "You will do well, sister, as always. Just wait here and Father John will
be in shortly."
The young nun nodded her head in obedience. "Yes, Mother Angela."
The next morning the old nun asked Sister Magdalene how the nightly bath had gone.
"Oh, Mother Angela," said the young nun dreamily, " I think I've been saved."
"Saved? And how did that come about" asked the older nun?
"Well, as Father John disrobed, I tried not to look at him until he was in the
water. When Father John was soaking in the tub, he asked me to pull a chair over,
sit next to the tub, and wash him. I quietly came to the tub and though I tried to
avert my eyes I could not help but notice that his long dangly thing you had warned
me about was floating in the water and pointing out towards his knees.
I pretended to not be aware of it but I couldn't help but stare. After I had finished
washing his head, face, back and chest he guided my hand down between his legs
where he said the Lord keeps the Key to Heaven.'
Mother Angela knew exactly what Sister Magdalene was describing, for she had seen it
over many years. Father John was very long between his legs, and his dangly thing
would hang almost eight inches long when standing. When Father John was sitting in
the tub, his penis looked almost like an aircraft carrier at sea.
"Did he now," asked Mother Angela evenly? "He called his dangly thing 'the key to
Heaven?'"
Sister Magdalene continued, "Yes, he said the Key to Heaven was floating in the
water and needs to be kept clean. Below that I noticed that he also had something,
it looked like two things floating in the water in a large bag."
"Those were his testicles, some men calls those 'balls.'
"Oh, I see. They were trying to come up and sort of wrap around his key, but when I
lifted his key up a little they stayed floating in the water. When he had placed my
left hand around it, his key, I felt my face flush. It was, it is so different than
how a woman is constructed. I am sure my face was red when he handed me a bar of
soap and told me to lather it up."
Sister Magdalene paused, and her eyes seemed to look off into space as she continued
her story. 'I held his key just out of the water with one hand and ran the bar of
soap around and around in my hand to make lots of soapy lather. The water in the tub
was right around his waist as he sat in it and the key to Heaven was just out of the
water.
I held his key with one hand and I washed it with the other." She paused,
"But his key seemed to be changing. It was still soft to the touch but already felt
larger in my hand and then he told me to pull back the skin that covered the end and
wash underneath."
Sister Magdalene paused again as she remembered: "I had to pull quite a ways
because there was so much skin. I pulled the skin way back and down and the
end of his key came into view. It looked, well, it was almost magical. I never dreamed
that it would look so different from the rest of his key under there.
The end of his Key was the color of a plum. It was all shiny and felt silky smooth
as I ran my soapy hand all around it. As I did so his key was no longer as dangly
as before. It was getting firmer and that shiny part on the end became much larger
It was now not just the color, it was the size of a plum as well because it seemed to
fill my entire hand."
The young nun sighed as she continued. "Father John told me to wash that area extra
good because it is usually covered up. I was anxious to do a good job and please
him so I used my left hand to hold that skin back and I went all around the big
shiny part several times with my right hand to make sure it was nice and clean."
Sister Magdalene paused; "And mother, there was more..."
The mother nun sighed and asked, "'Yes?"
'He told me to move my left hand and run the skin up over the end and then pull it
back. I did that and then he said to do it several times in order to 'loosen any
dirt' that might still be under there. I did as he asked, moving the skin back and
forth and the key kept growing.
After a minute or so his entire key was now up out of the water and it looked and
felt much larger, all of it. It was a little bit longer then when it had been floating in the
water, but I couldn't help but notice how big around it had become. It was just
magic. My hand..." she paused and held up her delicate left hand for Mother
to see, "the fingers of my left hand would no longer go all the way around it."
Mother Angela nodded, her eyes looking sad. “Yes, it gets quite large.”
Sister Magdalene's eyes looked wide as she continued: "My heart was pounding and I
asked Father John if I had done something wrong because the key, his key, had
changed so much.
Father John smiled at me, and I felt so relieved when he said that I had done well
because a key has to be firm and straight in order to enter a lock. Then he said that
if the Key to Heaven would fit my lock, the portals of Heaven would be opened
to me and I would be assured salvation and eternal peace."
Mother Angela looked surprised. "That is what he said, 'if his key would fit your
lock?"
"Yes. I was surprised, and I asked him what he meant by 'my lock?' Father John asked
me to disrobe so that he could show me. All I could think of was how badly I was
hoping that the key to Heaven would fit my lock so that I could find salvation. I
have never been undressed before a man, but I remembered that you had told me
to do as told, so I started undressing.
As I was standing and removing my garments, he was sitting in the tub watching me
and using his hand to keep moving that skin back and forth over the end. I had only
my brassiere and panties to take off and I asked him if anything was wrong because
he was staring at me so intently and his hand was moving faster on his key. He smiled
and said he was using his hand to keep his key ready as he watched me prepare for
eternal salvation."
"You were being very brave and obedient. Your body is a temple of the Lord, and he
was probably enjoying seeing it. Go on with your story," said the older nun.
"I removed my bra, then bent over and took off my panties and laid them on a table
along with my habit. I was standing there naked, and my body was shaking a little.
He was keeping his key ready and said that I already looked 'heavenly' even before
his key has been used."
"Did he then stand up and face you," asked Mother Angela?
"No. He remained seated in the tub and told me to sit in the chair next to him again
so that he can show me where my lock is located. I sat down beside him and he told
me to open my legs wider on the chair.
I spread my legs as wide as I could and placed them over the sides of the chair. He
leaned forward and looked between my legs, and his eyes seemed to, well, almost glow.
Then he told me to use both hands to hold the doorway to Heaven open and when I
did, I pulled myself opened, he took a long look and I could see that his hand on the
key was moving, but real slow and steady. He kept moving that skin all the way up
and then all the way down.
Oh Mother Angela, I was holding myself opened wide for him and glad to do it. I knew
there was something strange about all that, but I didn't mind because I couldn't take
my eyes off his key. It looked so big, thicker than before even and it seemed to
have shiny stuff running out of the end.”
Sister Magdalene's eyes were wide as she seemed to stare off into space as she
remembered.
“Yes Sister, please go on with your story.” Mother Angela's eyes also, seemed to
be wide, like she might have memories of her own.
“Then he told me to hold his key in my right hand again. I leaned over and wrapped
my fingers around it and then he used his right hand, it was all soapy, to feel between
my legs.
That shiny stuff coming out of the end of his key was now between my fingers and it felt
all slippery, but I wasn't thinking about that because when he touched me, it shocked me.
A man had never done that before. It sort of tingled and then felt good as he used his
fingers to feel me between...between..”
She seemed at a loss for words and Mother Angela finished for her, "Remember that I
have taught you words to describe your body parts. He was feeling you on your vagina
and maybe touching you in the crack?"
'Yes, that was it. Then he put one finger inside me. It felt big and I let out a little
'yip' type noise. He said 'Don't be afraid Sister' and smiled as his finger went a little deeper
and he touched me further inside.
He smiled real big like and said 'I can feel that your lock is still in place as it should be'
and then he pulled his finger out and stood up in the tub. I had to let go with my hand
but his key was so firm that it had started to lift me up. His key was pointing straight
out, way out, and it almost hit me on the face as he turned towards me.
The key was just inches away from my face and I continued to look at it, and then up
to his face, and back to his key. I could see now that there was an opening on the
end and that is where the shiny fluid was coming from. Shiny fluid was running out
from it and starting to hang down in a little string.
My mouth was opened in wonder and he reached down and used his hand to hold his
key and he touched my lips with it. Some of the shiny fluid was on my lips and I licked
it off with my tongue.
Another string poured out of his lock and I got it with my mouth before it fell onto the floor.
It didn't really have much taste, but it felt very slippery around my tongue.
Then he smiled down at me and said, 'I can see that you like the taste, but we'll save
that for sometime later.'"
Sister Magdalene looked at Mother Angela, "Do you know what he meant by that?"
Unconsciously, Mother Angela licked her lips, then answered, "Father John sometimes
talks in riddles, but he usually means well. You will just have to wait and learn
and you will need to continue to pray. Always pray. Then what happened?"
"He kept holding his key as he climbed out of the tub and told me to lie on his bed and
open my legs.'
Mother Angela nodded her head, but she looked sad. "I have been teaching you for
eight years, so you, being the obedient nun, did exactly as he instructed?"
Sister Magdalene sighed. "Yes. Father John didn't even ask me to use a towel to dry
him. After I had done as he instructed, laid down and opened my legs, Father John
got between my legs on his knees. He used both hands to push my thighs further apart
and got closer to me. Then he used both his hands to touch and squeeze my breasts.
His touch felt strange since no one, man or woman had ever touched them. They were
sticking straight up from my body and he commented that they looked and felt like
the two pillars that guard the gates to Heaven.
I felt proud that my breasts are large enough to fill his hands. It was like my fingers
going around his key and not being able to touch, his fingers around my breasts were
not able to touch either. Then I trembled a little because I could feel his key begin
touching me at the entrance to my 'lock' “
"Sister Magdalene, did you sense that the portals to Heaven were about to open for
you, and did you continue to pray,"' asked the old nun?
"Yes. I was praying that that they would open and that his key would fit my lock. I was
happy and hoped that my prayers had been answered when he said that my lock felt
'Heavenly' as he started guiding his Key to Heaven into my lock."
'Is that a fact?' said the older nun even more evenly. Mother Angela shook her head
slowly and Sister Magdalene wondered why she was looking so sad. Wanting to
please, Sister Magdalene tried to talk with a happy tone as she continued, but the
next part of her story was painful, both literally and because it had been.
"He spent a long time guiding his key in. He would put it a little ways in, I would
cry out because it hurt, and he would pull it back out. Two times he used his hand
to hold his key and rub it all over my vagina.
It felt good, that touch, and I wanted so bad to be able to accept his key into my lock.
I could feel the slipperiness from that shiny fluid, and he said that it would help him to
open my lock. I must admit that if felt good as he was doing that.”
She sighed and continued. “He also kept feeling my breasts and telling me that these
pillars are so beautiful and that I must think about them and ignore any discomfort I
am feeling down below.
Finally, he had that shiny part halfway in and he said it is time to unlock my gate and for
me to say a prayer. It felt like, well, his key was so wide that it felt like my door, my 'gate'
was already breaking. I could feel it stretching me open, way wider than when I had
pulled it open with my fingers so that he could look at it.
As I prayed heartily to the almighty Father, he pushed forward. I yelled out, I think loudly
and he stopped. His Key to Heaven was hurting me terribly, but Father John said the
pathway to salvation is often painful and that the glory of God would soon swell my
heart with ecstasy.
I told him, almost begged him I think, to keep going because I wanted so bad to
have my lock opened with his Key To Heaven.
Father John again told me to pray and as I began reciting my verses, he gave a firm
push forward and I felt something tear. I began crying but felt happy and proud
because I could feel that the end of his key, the shiny part, had gone inside.
Despite the way it was hurting, it seemed to be a miracle. A man, Father John, his
Key was inside me. I was shaking and could hardly breathe. It seemed to affect Father
John in the same way.
It seemed so unbelievable, yet so wonderful and full of life. Father John, his key, the
whole end of it was inside me. He seemed to be, well, his body was shaking and
he was holding his breath and when he began breathing again he said, 'Now I
have opened your lock.'
Mother Angela's voice sounded strained as she asked Sister Magdalene her next
question. “Was his Key to Heaven all the way in?”
“Oh no Mother Angela, He was only partway in, just the end, the shiny part was in.”
“I see. You were being brave Sister Magdalene, I am proud of you. Go on, tell me
more.”
“He remained above me and kept still for a long time, maybe two or three minutes and
looking into my eyes. And oh yes, he kept feeling my breasts too and saying how
lovely they are. My nipples were so hard I thought they might break between his fingers.
He asked me if I was happy, and I said that it was good to be fulfilling my duties in
such a manner. Then he said we still have a ways to go and told me to pray.
Father John began moving his hips again, and as I prayed I could feel his key moving
my vagina, the lips, back and forth. Even though everything was all wet he had to
actually use some strength to push and pull because it was such a tight fit. I was afraid
that he might turn me inside out.
My body was shaking and I think he could sense my fear. 'Keep praying,' Father
John told me. I could tell that he was truly concerned about my feelings and also how
it was feeling with his key so far inside me.
He kept moving forward and back a little bit, maybe just an inch or so. Finally he had
his key further inside my lock and was taking longer strokes. He stayed up on his knees
but laid his upper body down on top of me.
Oh Mother Angela, that felt so strange. Before, with his Key to Heaven going in,
Father John had been several inches away from me, but now, for the first time he
seemed to be close to me, very close, more so than just having his Key to Heaven
inside me.
His body was still wet and soapy and it felt kind of good as he slid around on top
of me. His chest would slide around over my breasts and it was, well, kind of
interesting in the way my nipples were being rubbed by his soapy chest. And then
he kissed me.'
As Sister Magdalene's voice rose, Mother Angela could see that she was excited at
revealing that part, the kiss.
The old nun, for the first time, looked shocked. "He kissed you? Was he moving his
'key to Heaven' back and forth as he kissed you?"
"No Mother Angela. At first when he began kissing me he was holding his key still.
It was past my broken lock, but not all the way inside. When he kissed me, he," Sister
Magdalene paused, "He placed his tongue inside my mouth and kept it there and
told me to rub my tongue against his in the same way."
"Oh Lordy," said Mother Angela, shaking her head. "He had his tongue in your mouth.
And you touched your tongue against his?"
"Yes, and then he began twirling his tongue all around, and I tried to do the same.
I think, I think it made the way his key was fitting into my lock feel a bit better.
Finally he did one last thing.
He said he needed to adjust the angle of my lock and he pulled my legs up around
his waist and told me to hold them there. His hips were still up in the air and off me
and I had to make some effort to keep my legs up.
Fortunately Father John is skinny so I was able to lock my feet together around his
waist. Then he reached over and placed a pillow under my rear, and that helped.”
Mother Angela looked surprised. “He put a pillow under your buttocks?”
“Yes Mother Angela. I should have said my buttocks. And then he began taking
longer strokes. It, his key I mean, seemed to be going deeper now but still not all the
way and it felt...well, more 'Heavenly.' I was afraid that he would put it all the
way in and it might hurt more, but he never did."
“He never put it in all the way, Sister Magdalene?”
Sister Magdalene sensed that Mother Angela was excited and wanted to hear
every detail. She had, in all her years, never seen Mother Angela talk and look like
this, so she continued to describe everything that had happened to her in detail.
"No, not all the way. I think he still had a few inches outside. It was such an intense
moment. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, and I feared that Father
John might have a heart attack, but then I realized that my heart was beating just
as fast.
As I kept praying Father John kept kissing me and moving his body, his key I mean,
slowly and gently back and forth through my lock. Even though he did not have his
key all the way in, his strokes still felt very long as he went way in and way back.
Oh Mother Angela, his key is very wide. I could feel every inch of him as he slid, or
maybe I should say dragged it back and forth. I was having a hard time getting used to
it even though it was feeling good now. Before long, despite the discomfort I could feel,
I felt like I was truly being saved.'
"And did he mention anything about making or hearing 'Heavenly sounds,'" asked
Mother Angela?
'Yes,' answered the young nun, her face glowing with pride. "After he had moved his
key back and forth with those long strokes...I estimate maybe 25 to 30 times, I felt
his body stiffen.
At the same time his Key did the same thing, it felt like, stiffen. He seemed to be
harder,his key, and maybe larger. I could feel his heart, it seemed to pound even
faster and I felt a strange throbbing inside me coming from him and he made a
long groaning sound.
Oh Mother Angela. It was so strange, so exciting and yet I was scared. Everything
felt wetter inside. I didn't know what is happening because his body was shaking so,
and his Key to Heaven seemed to be getting larger and then smaller between each
throb.”
She looked into Mother Angela's eyes. “Do you know what was happening right then,
Mother?”
Mother Angela sighed. “Yes, Sister Magdalene, Father John was having an orgasm.”
“An orgasm, Mother Angela, what's that?”
“I suppose I should explain it to you since you have never experienced such a miracle.
An orgasm is when the human body achieves the ultimate height of pleasure, usually
achieved with much work and sacrifice, sometimes not.
An orgasm is a gift from God, given to mankind so that a man and woman can
enjoy one another while performing their duties to create a child."
"A child, Mother Angela? You mean that an orgasm can create a baby?"
"Not exactly. An orgasm makes the creation of a life more enjoyable, but it is not
necessary for the woman to have an orgasm to do so. The man, he must have an
orgasm, and a slippery fluid flows forth from his pe...from his Key, and that
creates the child within the woman."
"He, Father John, he must have had an orgasm within me. Does that mean that he,
that I, have created a child?"
"I don't know, Sister Magdalene. I believe that Father John is too old now to have
done so, but time will tell. If you have your period next time, when it is due, then we
will know you are not with child."
"I see, Mother Angela. So Father John then, he was, when he opened my lock, he was
not trying to create a child?"
"No Sister Magdalene. I believe he was just opening your lock with his key to Heaven so
that you both could know the happiness that God has intended for man, and yes,
for women."
'I see, Mother Angela. I must admit, I did feel happy afterward, because Father John
seemed to be very happy that he was able to open my lock with his Key to Heaven."
Mother Angela nodded. "Father John, being so old now, is lucky to still be able to
reach that point of pleasure, and he probably has you to thank for that.”
Sister Magdalene's face was bright as she looked at Mother Angela and sighed loudly.
“I did something good, Mother?”
“Yes Sister, you did good. You have innocence, and youth, and as women go, you
are very lovely to look at. I am sure Father John was quite pleased with you. Now
let's get back to your story. What happened next as you were feeling his Key to
Heaven throbbing inside you?”
Excited now, and pleased that Mother Angela seemed to be in approval as to what she
had done with Father John, went on. “Finally he, Father John's key quit throbbing and
he stopped moving his body. At the same time I could feel his key changing. It
happened right away. His Key was getting softer and at the same time I felt all wet inside.
Father John was shaking and seemed out of breath and I was afraid for him so I held him
with my arms and legs and tried to console him. Everything seemed to be...I don't know,
maybe 'done.'
I asked him if he wanted to keep kissing and he said, 'Maybe one more.' He kissed me
but it wasn't like before. It seemed like he wasn't as excited as before. So I again asked
if anything was wrong.
He was catching his breath and finally he looked into my eyes and said that together we
had not only opened the gates to Heaven but that he had heard the angels singing.'
"He heard the angels singing after unlocking the gates to Heaven with his key? That
wicked old bastard,' said the Mother nun loudly. “He told me that big long thing is
Gabriel's Horn, and I've been blowing it for 40 years while he heard the angels sing!"
Sister Magdalene was shocked at the tone of Mother Angela's voice. She had never
heard her speak like this before. "Mother Angela, you are mad?"
Mother Angela nodded, "Yes sister, but not at you. You did just fine, an obedient nun
doing just as you were taught. But I am upset at Father John!"
"Why? Did he do something wrong? And what did you mean by 'that big long thing is
Gabriel's Horn, and that you have been blowing it for 40 years?'"
Sister Magdalene thought for a minute and then her face seemed to take on an
air of understanding. "Do you mean that you were putting your mouth on it?"
"Exactly." Mother Angela had controlled herself now, and needed to reassure the
young nun so that she would not 'lose faith.' "It seems that his long dangling thing
serves two purposes. I did not know that.
Father John should have told me and not held anything back. Apparently it is known
as 'Gabriel's Horn' and it is also 'The key to Heaven."
"Oh, I see. Perhaps Father John knows that his long dangling thing is to serve nuns in
different ways, as our Lord intended."
Mother Angela seemed to agree. "Perhaps that is it. Now I need to examine you and
see how much your 'lock' has been 'damaged' if at all. Remove your garments and I
will inspect you."
Without question, Sister Magdalene did as told, and because she had been inspected
by Mother Angela a few times through the years to ensure that her maidenhead was
intact, she knew the procedure. As Magdalene undressed, she remembered one last
thing to tell Mother Angela about last night.
"After Father John had climbed off of me, his dangly thing was all soft and shiny
looking. As I sat up, I looked down and saw blood on his bed and even on the pillow
where I had been laying.
It was from me and it shocked me. Father John saw my tears and said it was nothing
to worry about, that a little sacrificial blood is to be expected when a lock is opened
for the first time.
Then he climbed back into his tub and asked me to join him. I climbed in, facing him,
and he used the soapy water to wash me down there in my vagina while I washed his
dangly thing. Then we climbed out together and after I had dried him, he used the towel
to dry me. All the while he was drying every 'nook and corner' of my body and as he
described what he was doing he kept talking about what a lovely 'temple of God' I had."
"I see," said Mother Angela. "It was nice of him to help you dry off . Did he spend
extra time drying that nook of your body called the vagina?"
"Yes, he squatted down in order to see better as I stood spread-legged and I had to
ask him to be very gentle because I was sore there."
"That is what I thought would happen. Now we must take a look at you to see if all
is as it should be. Lie down and open your legs."
They had done this before, but today the procedure was to change. Sometimes, in the
past, Mother Angela had tugged her lips opened. At others, Mother Angela had asked
her to tug herself open while Mother Angela just stared.
This time, for the first time, Mother Angela's touch caused Sister Magdalene's vagina
to tingle as she used her fingers to open and look inside.
"Yes," said Mother Angela from her perspective of having her face just inches from
Sister Magdalene's pussy. "I can see that your 'lock' has been torn asunder. It is
now no longer covering your opening, and looks quite red and maybe a little irritated.
Does this hurt a little," she asked as she reached a finger in and touched what
remained of the maidenhead?
Sister Magdalene jumped a little. "Yes Mother, it is quite tender. I could feel it even
when I walked around."
"No, I think what your were feeling is out here, on these inner lips" and she touched
Sister Magdalene on the entrance to her vagina. "
The little sister jumped when her inner lips were directly touched. “Yes Mother Angela.
That's the place. I am tender out there.”
"And these?" Mother Angela tugged on her larger, outer lips.
"Yes Mother, those too, but not as much as my inner lips."
“That is because the inner and outer lips of your vagina have been stretched so far by
Father John's Key to Heaven as it was called as he used it with you. Your tender lips,
especially the inners, have had quite a shock, and it will take another day or so before
you are back to normal.”
“Mother Angela, if I'm so sore, what about tonight, and Father John's bath?”
“I will stay your duties for a day. I will do the chore with Father John tonight, give
him his bath while you rest. Then maybe tomorrow night you can resume your
new duies."
"Oh thank you Mother Angela. You are so kind and understanding. I was worried that
Father John would want to use his key again, and this time maybe put it in all the
way. My vagina is so sore, and I was afraid I would have to do as he commanded."
“He did not put it all the way in. After all that?”
“No. I don't believe so. He said that could wait until the next time.”
"Not tonight. But let me ask you. When he was, when you felt his Key to Heaven
throbbing inside of you, did you hear the Angels singing as he did?"
Sister Magdalene looked confused, but understood what Mother Angela was asking.
"No. I almost heard the Angels sing, I think. Despite how much he was stretching me
and the discomfort, it was beginning to feel better and better, but Father John
heard the Angels sing before I did."
"Perhaps I will help you to hear the Angels sing, then the next time Father John
tries to help you hear the Angels, you will be able to do so. First I will feel your
'Pillars that guard the gate to Heaven' as Father John described them."
Mother Angela began cupping and gently squeezing what were probably the
nicest pair of breasts she had ever seen, or felt, and she had touched many through
the years.
"Yes, these 'pillars' are worthy of the name. Very impressive indeed."
With that, Mother Angela lowered her mouth and placed it onto Sister Magdalene's
vagina, but not on the parts that were tender. "Ooh! What is that that you just
touched? It felt so good!"
Mother Angela replied smilingly as she looked past Sister Magdalene's breasts and
into her face. "I will now lick you on the part that Father John could not touch
with his key last night because he did not go all the way into you and touch that
part of your body with his.
This part is not sore at the moment, and when this part is touched in the right way,
it is called a 'clitoris,' and when it is touched, you too should hear the angels singing.
The next time, or maybe over time, that Father John uses his key on you, you should
be able to hear them sing. Now...listen!"
And Mother Angela went to work with a very talented and experienced tongue. This was
something she had only done with selected nuns through the years, very special nuns,
and Sister Magdalene was the most special of all.
"Oooh, ooooh. Oooo yes. It feels, it feels like when Father John was using his key,
except this time there is no discomfort."
"Listen for the angels singing." As she was speaking, Mother Angela slowly and
carefully inserted a finger just a little ways into Sister Magdalene's vagina so that
when the time came, she would feel Sister Magdalene's orgasm.
"Oh I feel that finger, and it feels good too. Yes, yes, don't stop, please Mother Angela,
don't stop!" It took only two minutes longer, and what Sister Magdalene had stored up
inside her for all her short life burst forth.
"Ooooh God. Lordy above. It feels so good. I can hear the angels singing!" As she was
yelling out her pleasure, Sister Magdalene was holding Mother Angela's head with
her hands and humping her hips into the air.
When all was said and done, Sister Magdalene was lying quietly and Mother Angela had
moved up and was lying beside and holding the young naked nun in her arms. Around her
finger she had felt Sister Magdalene's orgasm bursting forth, and counted. Ten times she
had twitched. A strong ten times, and then a couple of little twitches.
They laid quietly together. After several minutes, Mother Angela pulled Sister Magdalene's
body tight against hers and kissed her. Sister Magdalene seemed surprised at first, then
responded back, and in the final seconds, their tongues touched.
“Mother Angela. Am I still doing good, this time, my duties? That felt wonderful when
you placed your mouth, and your wonderful tongue on me.”
"Yes Sister, and perhaps, someday, I will teach you to do that for me, but for now your
duty in the evenings is to give Father John his bath."
"Yes Mother Angela. I have had my lock opened by Father John, I have heard the
angels sing with you, and I truly feel that I have been 'saved.' Tell me, is there another
name for what happens besides 'hearing the angels sing'?
"Yes, there is another name, more than one actually. The medical term is having an
orgasm, or a climax, but you should probably say that you are cumming."
"Yes Mother. I remember you said that Father John was having an orgasm. But I should
say it's coming?"
"Yes sister. And cumming is spelled with a U and two Ms, as in cumming."
"Hmm. Cumming, c, u, m, m, i, n, g. Is that right Mother Angela?"
"Yes Sister. That is the way they spell it on pornography sites, on the internet.
Sister Magdalene turned red. "Mother Angela! I have heard of those, young men
in the congregation, and you have gone there? I hear it is..well...I mean.."
"Do not misunderstand, Sister. I have gone there a few times, looked at men and
women having sex without making a child. It is a source of pleasure to many, but
not the place to go in the eyes of the Lord."
"Then why did you go there Mother, if it is not the place to go in the eyes of our
Father?"
"I need to know what evils in the world are affecting our congregation so that I can
better understand what is in their hearts and root out the evil."
"I see Mother Angela. Should I go there, on your computer, and see what evils men
might do?"
"Not now Sister. In time, when I feel you are ready to see and learn so that you will
understand."
Sister Magdalene nodded. "Now finish what your were telling me about that word,
cumming it was."
"Yes. If Father John has his key in you and you are feeling good, and when you are
there, the place of ultimate pleasure, just say you are cumming. Father John
will understand and know that you are hearing the angels sing. As I have said,
tonight I will give Father John his bath, and tomorrow night shall be your turn."
"Yes, thank you Mother Angela." Mother Angela smiled and caressed Sister Magdalene
gently as she held her within her arms. 'Tonight, Father John,' she was thinking,
'tonight you and I are going to have a long talk.'
Father John Opens The Gates Part Two
Father John headed quickly to his quarters. All day he had been thinking about
Sister Magdalene and how good it had felt to unlock her box with his key to Heaven
the night before. She would be there, preparing his bath, and hopefully ready to try
once again to see if she can be saved and hear the angels sing.
'Tonight I shall bury my Key within her, all the way, and once she has adjusted, I
shall give it to her harder while holding back until she hears the angels.'
Father John was surprised to see Mother Angela preparing his bath. Instead of
immediately removing his clothes, he hesitated. "Mother Angela? I was expecting to
see Sister Magdalene tonight. I hope that nothing is wrong."
"No, Father John. Sister Magdalene's 'lock' is feeling a little tender and sore from
you using your 'Key to Heaven' on her, so I told her that I would relieve her of her
bath duties for tonight."
Father John stared silently at Mother Angela, then, "You called it my 'Key to Heaven?
So she told you what happened last night?"
"Yes, and I must say, Father John, that I wish you had told me years ago that 'Gabriel's
Horn' is also the 'Key to Heaven.'"
Mother Angela looked sternly at Father John and said, "I think it is time we knocked
off this 'Horn and Key' bullshit and had a good talk."
Father John was shocked. "Mother Angela, such language! I have never heard a nun
utter such profanity."
"You mean me saying 'bullshit?' That's what we, you and I, have been doing for
almost 40 years, and now you want Sister Magdalene to wallow around in it."
Father John nodded. "Perhaps you are right Mother Angela. Let's have a talk. What
exactly did Sister Magdalene have to say about last night?"
"She was quite descriptive, but I'll shorten her story. As she bathed you in that
special way, your penis grew in her hand. Then you felt her vagina with your
fingers, told her that your penis was the 'key to Heaven,' destroyed her virginity
and began fucking her with it!"
"The 'F' word? Well, it wasn't quite as crude as you make it sound Mother Angela.
I was gentle with her and showed her how the Angels can sing."
"Yes, they sang for you, but not for her. Did you actually think that you could put
your big cock into her tonight and make her hear the angels sing? She is quite sore
and red. I gave her an examination this morning. She was red all around the edges,
of her lips, and her maidenhead was very obviously torn."
Father John seemed to have no immediate response, so Mother Angela told him to
remove his clothes so that she could bathe him. As Father John removed his trousers,
Mother Angela was surprised to see that his penis was already mostly erect.
"Why are you hard, Father John? I hope you're not planning on having me blow
Gabriel's Horn tonight? I fell for that shit from the first day I bathed you, when I
had just become a nun after my eighteenth birthday. And by the way, how's come you
never used your 'key' on me? I feel like I have been cheated, somehow."
Father John's long shaft waved around as he climbed into the bath and settled into
the warm water. "Pregnancy, Mother Angela. I was young, and so were you. I was
afraid that you might become with child if I unlocked your gate."
"And now? I understand from Sister Magdalene that she felt you throbbing and that
she was quite wet inside from your load. Weren't you worried about making her
pregnant?"
"No. I was checked out by a doctor three years ago, and my sperm is no longer potent
enough to impregnate a woman."
"And why, Father John, would you be worried about making someone pregnant?"
"Because of the Viagra."
"What?"
"I have been using Viagra for three years now, whenever I had a desire to become
erect."
Mother Angela stared at him for a long time. She was remembering now, how Father
John had no longer seemed interested in having his horn blown. His penis had become
limp, and oftentimes would not grow at all.
Then, suddenly, after about three months of limpness had passed, every few days his
penis would become quite hard as she bathed him and she would blow it until Father
John heard the angels singing. That would be when he had taken the pill.
"Did you use Viagra last night? I know that you were not expecting Sister Magdalene
to prepare your bath, so you must have taken the pill for me."
"No, I did not take a pill last night."
"But your dick got hard, and quite quickly too according to Sister Magdalene."
"I know. It was her. She is so pretty, and young, and her body..."
"Yes, I know, her body is very nice. So you got a hard on just looking at her, and
without Viagra. You are not as old as you thought, Father John."
"Well, I was having a little trouble, even as beautiful as she is. I had to keep
stroking my penis whenever Sister Magdalene was not touching it because
it was tending to get a little soft. But I was able to keep it up, thank the good
Lord. She was, is so very beautiful and I wanted to perform well for her on
her first night."
Mother Angela walked over to the tub and looked down. "And tonight? It looks like
you took your pill because you thought Sister Magdalene would be here. What did you
plan to do with that?" Father John's penis looked like an aircraft carrier that is
performing a 'wheelie' as it sticks up out of the water.
Father John looked sheepish. "I have never 'wasted' a pill before." As he was
speaking, Mother Angela noticed that he had begun holding his erect penis in his
hand.
"I think, Father John, that I would like to see if I can hear the angels sing after
you have unlocked my box."
Silence. Then..."You want me to bust your cherry? Do you still have it?"
"Yes, Father John, I still have it, though admittedly I have heard the angels sing
many times over the years."
"With sister Carmen?"
Mother Angela looked surprised. "You know about her, and I?"
"Yes, of course. There is not much that goes on around her that I do not know about."
Mother Angela decided to take another tack, rather than talking about how she and
Sister Carmen found comfort with one another. "So you are taking Viagra. How long
does the doctor say that will work?"
"He didn't know. Maybe another two or three years. Even with the pill, I am having
trouble sometimes. I was expecting that tonight, with Sister Magdalene looking so
good and my taking the pill, that I would become like a young man again, at least
for a little while."
He studied Mother Angela's face and confided in her. "When I was working my
cock into her, Sister Magdalene was trembling and seemed scared and I didn't
want to hurt her too badly. So I didn't penetrate her all the way last night. I still
don't know if she will be able to take it."
When he saw that Mother Angela seemed to smile, he decided to open the gates and
talk dirty to her, in a way that he had fantasized about for years.
"Mother Angela, I'm going to be frank with you. All I have been able to think about
all day is how much I want to put Sister Magdalene's legs up over my shoulders
and stick my cock into her and fuck her with my long cock as deep as
possible and squeeze her lovely tits while she feels my balls hitting her ass!
Also I have been fantasizing on licking her cunt, and teaching her how to blow
Gabriel's horn."
His use of the 'c' word shocked Mother Angela, but she chose not to say anything.
Things had changed dramatically between Father John and Mother Angela. Now they
were talking like two conspirators making plans on how best to fuck Sister Magdalene.
“You forgot to mention kissing her. She says you were 'French kissing her last night,
but she didn't use that word."
"Yes. I didn't forget that. Every time she responded to my kisses I felt my cock get
harder for a little while. I want to kiss her over and over again."
"But most off all, you want to be able to fuck her like a young man, with a hard
cock and being able to make it last, right?
"Yes, that most of all, and if I can, shoot multiple loads into her. Deep into her
if she can take me."
Mother Angela also had a fantasy, recently developed. She wanted to get low and
close and watch Father John use his penis on Sister Magdalene, and then when they
were resting, she planned to 'comfort' Sister Magdalene in her own special way.
"I gathered as much by what you have been saying. I don't think that you will have
much trouble putting your cock all the way into her.
Sister Magdalene was able to take your width although it made her sore, so the
next time you can probably go all the way to the bottom on her. But we must plan
for the future, When the pill no longer works, and Sister Magdalene has become
used to being satisfied by your big cock, what do you plan to do with her?"
"I was hoping to be able to enjoy her for a couple of years, than either turn her
over to one of the other nuns, or perhaps a priest."
"A priest? Who? Brother Phillip is the only priest that we have who seems capable
enough, and I suspect he likes little boys."
"We are not supposed to talk about that Mother. We have a new priest coming in
soon, young and quite handsome I understand. Perhaps after I am no longer
able to perform, and if you don't desire to keep her for yourself, I, or we could
give Sister Magdalene to him."
"Yes, if he likes women and fools around. Some priests actually honor their vowels,
you know."
Father John sighed. "Yes, some. Now, how about you? How do you want to do it, this
opening of your box? I know, why don't you do as I had Sister Magdalene do last
night? Take off your clothes and sit beside me."
Sister Angela was surprised to find herself trembling as she undressed and watched
Father John stroking his penis as he looked at her. When she had removed her
clothes and walked towards him carrying a chair, Father John let out a low whistle.
"Mother Angela. I am surprised. Your body is still quite nice."
"Still? So you do remember seeing it when I had just become a nun and was giving you
my first bath?
"Yes. I asked you to remove your clothes and sit beside me. You were, and are, quite
beautiful. Even your breasts are nice. Still firm and upright. I remember doing with
you as I did with Sister Magdalene last night."
Mother Angela placed the chair beside the tub and sat down. As soon as she had,
Father John placed one hand on a tit. "You mean when you used your fingers to
confirm her virginity as you had done with me that first night?
I was shocked, but pleased that you, well that I had passed your 'inspection.' But
I wish now that you had somehow allowed me to hear the angels sing. It was
many years before Sister Carmen did it for me."
Then Mother Angela decided to knock Father John down a bit. Why let him think that
he would be the first to make Sister Magdalene hear the angels? "This morning, after
Sister Magdalene had complained about how it seemed to hurt to walk, I inspected
her, and in the process, I made the angels sing for her."
Father John looked shocked. "You mean...?"
"Yes, I licked on her lovely little clitoris. It was about the only part of her that
was not red and raw after you had abused her pussy. Her poor little pussy lips, I felt
sorry for them."
"But, I told you, I was gentle with her."
"Yes, I know. Her story sort of confirmed that. But using that monster horn of yours
on a little virgin like her, with a pussy so tender and sweet, is abuse. It would
seem that a small cock should be available to do the breaking in, and then a big
cock can come along later to keep it satisfied.
While I was doing my inspection, I taught Sister Magdalene other words to use
though if you can make her hear the angels sing. Since I gave her an orgasm, she
knows what the word 'cumming' means now.
I even told her how to spell it. It will be interesting to see if you can make her cum
as easily with this hard dick of yours."
Mother Angela was holding Father John's penis now, and she had begun washing it in
that way he liked so much as she peeled him back and ran the soapy palm of her right
hand all around his knob.
“Fuck Daddy, I mean, Father. I haven't felt you cock get this hard in years. That Viagra
must really be working for you.”
“Yes Mother Angela, but to tell the truth, I have suddenly become interested in you
and your body once again.”
Since she planned to fuck him, Father John's penis looked different to her now, and
like a young child with a new toy, she played with his foreskin, running it back and
forth. Despite the fact that she had spent years doing this, it became exciting for
her.
Father John decided to ignore Mother Angela's comments about being the first to make
Sister Magdalene come. "Open your legs." Mother Angela did as instructed and his
fingers probed her.
"Your pussy feels quite nice. Not as tight as Sister Magdalene on the outside, but..."
Gently, Father John slowly felt inside. "Yes, I can feel it.You still have your lock in place!"
Despite what she had told him, Father John was still amazed to find her maidenhead
is still there.
He smiled, a smug smile. "You know, Mother Angela, if I give you a good fucking,
that I might leave you all sore, tender and red, just like Sister Magdalene?"
She squeezed his penis, then gave it several strokes, pulling the foreskin back and
forth over his giant knob. "Yes, I expect that. But can you make me hear the angels
sing before you do it for Sister Magdalene?
And that is how they began the new aspect of their lives. Mother Angela, in a
little while, would moan and dig her fingers into Father John's ass and enjoy having
her box opened with a Viagra induced erection.
She would place her legs high around Father John as Sister Magdalne had done and
hump back at him, matching Father John stroke for stroke. Then finally, reach orgasm
on her very first fuck and as a result become addicted to being fucked by him.
Having her pussy fingered and sucked by a fellow nun was alright, but being fucked
by Father John would become her number one desire. As she drew close to cumming,
they had kissed, and then kissed again afterward.
Feeling Father John reaching an orgasm inside her pussy had been an eye-popping
experience for Mother Angela, and she had managed, after blowing Gabriel's horn to
get it up again, to have him inside her a second time that evening.
Mother Angela would end up wishing she could be fucked more often, but she would
have to use Father John's huge erection sparingly so that there would be enough for Sister
Magdalene.
After two weeks, and because she wasn't certain if Father John could maintain the pace,
despite his enthusiasm, Mother Angela decided it would be most expedient to just have
Sister Magdalene be there each time, and they could share his penis.
Mother Angela would find, after time, a solution that worked best. She would have Father
John fuck her first and give her two or three orgasms while Father John would hold off on
having his own orgasm. Then Mother Angela would have Sister Magdalene take over with
Father John.
Mother Angela liked being satisfied first, and then not have to worry about being taken care
of later because Father John seemed to have difficulty holding back once he had mounted
Sister Magdalene.
Sister Magdalene not only had that extra tight snatch that Father John seemed to enjoy, but
as time went by, she also became quite noisy in showing her enjoyment and appreciation
of what Father John was doing for her.
Mother Angela most enjoyed lying on her stomach between Sister Magdalene's legs and
watching as Father John was over her and fucking Sister Magdalene; It never failed
to fascinate her her seeing how poor little Sister Magdalene's pussy would have to stretch so
far to accommodate that huge prick.
It was the same every time. Once Father John had inserted his penis deeply
into Sister Magdalene's snug pussy, he would end up cumming. Therefore, this
fuck between Father John and Sister Magdalene always had to come last.
Mother Angela would watch from close up, then she would slide up after Father
John had slid out, and lick up Father John's juice, the juice that she had been
tasting for almost 40 years. And if Sister Magdalene had not reached an orgasm
with Father John, or even if she had, Mother Angela would give her another one.
by EroticWriter
updated October 2017.
“Mother Angela, after Father John had climbed off of me, his dangly thing was all
soft and shiny looking. As I sat up, I looked down and saw blood on his bed where I
had been lying.
It was from me and it shocked me. Father John saw my tears and said it was nothing
to worry about, that a little sacrificial blood is to be expected when a lock to the Gates
of Heaven is opened for the first time.”
It was time for Father John's Saturday night bath. Angela, the mother nun at 56 was
getting on in years so she decided it was time to allow a novice whom had just
become a nun to learn the job. The lovely young nun, Sister Magdalene, had been at
the monastery since the age of 10 and had never been ******* to men or their ways.
Wanting to prove herself in her first official chore as a new nun, Sister Magdalene
was preparing the bath for Father John as Mother Angela instructed her. "Keep two
large towels here beside the tub. Fill the tub to this exact level, no more, no less
so that Father John's legs will be under water. This is how warm he likes the water
to be."
Before Mother Angela left the room she warned Sister Magdalene not to look
at Father John's nakedness if she could help it. "Men are made different than
women," Angela told her. "You will see something long and dangly looking between
Father John's legs. I know you won't know what it is, but do not stare at it. As you
help him bathe, do whatever he tells you to do, and pray."
Mother Angela took a last look at Sister Magdalene, who was nodding her head in
obedience. The young nun had a slight smile on her face, and in all the years Angela
had been 'training' her, Magdalene had never given the Mother nun any reason for
concern. "You will do well, sister, as always. Just wait here and Father John will
be in shortly."
The young nun nodded her head in obedience. "Yes, Mother Angela."
The next morning the old nun asked Sister Magdalene how the nightly bath had gone.
"Oh, Mother Angela," said the young nun dreamily, " I think I've been saved."
"Saved? And how did that come about" asked the older nun?
"Well, as Father John disrobed, I tried not to look at him until he was in the
water. When Father John was soaking in the tub, he asked me to pull a chair over,
sit next to the tub, and wash him. I quietly came to the tub and though I tried to
avert my eyes I could not help but notice that his long dangly thing you had warned
me about was floating in the water and pointing out towards his knees.
I pretended to not be aware of it but I couldn't help but stare. After I had finished
washing his head, face, back and chest he guided my hand down between his legs
where he said the Lord keeps the Key to Heaven.'
Mother Angela knew exactly what Sister Magdalene was describing, for she had seen it
over many years. Father John was very long between his legs, and his dangly thing
would hang almost eight inches long when standing. When Father John was sitting in
the tub, his penis looked almost like an aircraft carrier at sea.
"Did he now," asked Mother Angela evenly? "He called his dangly thing 'the key to
Heaven?'"
Sister Magdalene continued, "Yes, he said the Key to Heaven was floating in the
water and needs to be kept clean. Below that I noticed that he also had something,
it looked like two things floating in the water in a large bag."
"Those were his testicles, some men calls those 'balls.'
"Oh, I see. They were trying to come up and sort of wrap around his key, but when I
lifted his key up a little they stayed floating in the water. When he had placed my
left hand around it, his key, I felt my face flush. It was, it is so different than
how a woman is constructed. I am sure my face was red when he handed me a bar of
soap and told me to lather it up."
Sister Magdalene paused, and her eyes seemed to look off into space as she continued
her story. 'I held his key just out of the water with one hand and ran the bar of
soap around and around in my hand to make lots of soapy lather. The water in the tub
was right around his waist as he sat in it and the key to Heaven was just out of the
water.
I held his key with one hand and I washed it with the other." She paused,
"But his key seemed to be changing. It was still soft to the touch but already felt
larger in my hand and then he told me to pull back the skin that covered the end and
wash underneath."
Sister Magdalene paused again as she remembered: "I had to pull quite a ways
because there was so much skin. I pulled the skin way back and down and the
end of his key came into view. It looked, well, it was almost magical. I never dreamed
that it would look so different from the rest of his key under there.
The end of his Key was the color of a plum. It was all shiny and felt silky smooth
as I ran my soapy hand all around it. As I did so his key was no longer as dangly
as before. It was getting firmer and that shiny part on the end became much larger
It was now not just the color, it was the size of a plum as well because it seemed to
fill my entire hand."
The young nun sighed as she continued. "Father John told me to wash that area extra
good because it is usually covered up. I was anxious to do a good job and please
him so I used my left hand to hold that skin back and I went all around the big
shiny part several times with my right hand to make sure it was nice and clean."
Sister Magdalene paused; "And mother, there was more..."
The mother nun sighed and asked, "'Yes?"
'He told me to move my left hand and run the skin up over the end and then pull it
back. I did that and then he said to do it several times in order to 'loosen any
dirt' that might still be under there. I did as he asked, moving the skin back and
forth and the key kept growing.
After a minute or so his entire key was now up out of the water and it looked and
felt much larger, all of it. It was a little bit longer then when it had been floating in the
water, but I couldn't help but notice how big around it had become. It was just
magic. My hand..." she paused and held up her delicate left hand for Mother
to see, "the fingers of my left hand would no longer go all the way around it."
Mother Angela nodded, her eyes looking sad. “Yes, it gets quite large.”
Sister Magdalene's eyes looked wide as she continued: "My heart was pounding and I
asked Father John if I had done something wrong because the key, his key, had
changed so much.
Father John smiled at me, and I felt so relieved when he said that I had done well
because a key has to be firm and straight in order to enter a lock. Then he said that
if the Key to Heaven would fit my lock, the portals of Heaven would be opened
to me and I would be assured salvation and eternal peace."
Mother Angela looked surprised. "That is what he said, 'if his key would fit your
lock?"
"Yes. I was surprised, and I asked him what he meant by 'my lock?' Father John asked
me to disrobe so that he could show me. All I could think of was how badly I was
hoping that the key to Heaven would fit my lock so that I could find salvation. I
have never been undressed before a man, but I remembered that you had told me
to do as told, so I started undressing.
As I was standing and removing my garments, he was sitting in the tub watching me
and using his hand to keep moving that skin back and forth over the end. I had only
my brassiere and panties to take off and I asked him if anything was wrong because
he was staring at me so intently and his hand was moving faster on his key. He smiled
and said he was using his hand to keep his key ready as he watched me prepare for
eternal salvation."
"You were being very brave and obedient. Your body is a temple of the Lord, and he
was probably enjoying seeing it. Go on with your story," said the older nun.
"I removed my bra, then bent over and took off my panties and laid them on a table
along with my habit. I was standing there naked, and my body was shaking a little.
He was keeping his key ready and said that I already looked 'heavenly' even before
his key has been used."
"Did he then stand up and face you," asked Mother Angela?
"No. He remained seated in the tub and told me to sit in the chair next to him again
so that he can show me where my lock is located. I sat down beside him and he told
me to open my legs wider on the chair.
I spread my legs as wide as I could and placed them over the sides of the chair. He
leaned forward and looked between my legs, and his eyes seemed to, well, almost glow.
Then he told me to use both hands to hold the doorway to Heaven open and when I
did, I pulled myself opened, he took a long look and I could see that his hand on the
key was moving, but real slow and steady. He kept moving that skin all the way up
and then all the way down.
Oh Mother Angela, I was holding myself opened wide for him and glad to do it. I knew
there was something strange about all that, but I didn't mind because I couldn't take
my eyes off his key. It looked so big, thicker than before even and it seemed to
have shiny stuff running out of the end.”
Sister Magdalene's eyes were wide as she seemed to stare off into space as she
remembered.
“Yes Sister, please go on with your story.” Mother Angela's eyes also, seemed to
be wide, like she might have memories of her own.
“Then he told me to hold his key in my right hand again. I leaned over and wrapped
my fingers around it and then he used his right hand, it was all soapy, to feel between
my legs.
That shiny stuff coming out of the end of his key was now between my fingers and it felt
all slippery, but I wasn't thinking about that because when he touched me, it shocked me.
A man had never done that before. It sort of tingled and then felt good as he used his
fingers to feel me between...between..”
She seemed at a loss for words and Mother Angela finished for her, "Remember that I
have taught you words to describe your body parts. He was feeling you on your vagina
and maybe touching you in the crack?"
'Yes, that was it. Then he put one finger inside me. It felt big and I let out a little
'yip' type noise. He said 'Don't be afraid Sister' and smiled as his finger went a little deeper
and he touched me further inside.
He smiled real big like and said 'I can feel that your lock is still in place as it should be'
and then he pulled his finger out and stood up in the tub. I had to let go with my hand
but his key was so firm that it had started to lift me up. His key was pointing straight
out, way out, and it almost hit me on the face as he turned towards me.
The key was just inches away from my face and I continued to look at it, and then up
to his face, and back to his key. I could see now that there was an opening on the
end and that is where the shiny fluid was coming from. Shiny fluid was running out
from it and starting to hang down in a little string.
My mouth was opened in wonder and he reached down and used his hand to hold his
key and he touched my lips with it. Some of the shiny fluid was on my lips and I licked
it off with my tongue.
Another string poured out of his lock and I got it with my mouth before it fell onto the floor.
It didn't really have much taste, but it felt very slippery around my tongue.
Then he smiled down at me and said, 'I can see that you like the taste, but we'll save
that for sometime later.'"
Sister Magdalene looked at Mother Angela, "Do you know what he meant by that?"
Unconsciously, Mother Angela licked her lips, then answered, "Father John sometimes
talks in riddles, but he usually means well. You will just have to wait and learn
and you will need to continue to pray. Always pray. Then what happened?"
"He kept holding his key as he climbed out of the tub and told me to lie on his bed and
open my legs.'
Mother Angela nodded her head, but she looked sad. "I have been teaching you for
eight years, so you, being the obedient nun, did exactly as he instructed?"
Sister Magdalene sighed. "Yes. Father John didn't even ask me to use a towel to dry
him. After I had done as he instructed, laid down and opened my legs, Father John
got between my legs on his knees. He used both hands to push my thighs further apart
and got closer to me. Then he used both his hands to touch and squeeze my breasts.
His touch felt strange since no one, man or woman had ever touched them. They were
sticking straight up from my body and he commented that they looked and felt like
the two pillars that guard the gates to Heaven.
I felt proud that my breasts are large enough to fill his hands. It was like my fingers
going around his key and not being able to touch, his fingers around my breasts were
not able to touch either. Then I trembled a little because I could feel his key begin
touching me at the entrance to my 'lock' “
"Sister Magdalene, did you sense that the portals to Heaven were about to open for
you, and did you continue to pray,"' asked the old nun?
"Yes. I was praying that that they would open and that his key would fit my lock. I was
happy and hoped that my prayers had been answered when he said that my lock felt
'Heavenly' as he started guiding his Key to Heaven into my lock."
'Is that a fact?' said the older nun even more evenly. Mother Angela shook her head
slowly and Sister Magdalene wondered why she was looking so sad. Wanting to
please, Sister Magdalene tried to talk with a happy tone as she continued, but the
next part of her story was painful, both literally and because it had been.
"He spent a long time guiding his key in. He would put it a little ways in, I would
cry out because it hurt, and he would pull it back out. Two times he used his hand
to hold his key and rub it all over my vagina.
It felt good, that touch, and I wanted so bad to be able to accept his key into my lock.
I could feel the slipperiness from that shiny fluid, and he said that it would help him to
open my lock. I must admit that if felt good as he was doing that.”
She sighed and continued. “He also kept feeling my breasts and telling me that these
pillars are so beautiful and that I must think about them and ignore any discomfort I
am feeling down below.
Finally, he had that shiny part halfway in and he said it is time to unlock my gate and for
me to say a prayer. It felt like, well, his key was so wide that it felt like my door, my 'gate'
was already breaking. I could feel it stretching me open, way wider than when I had
pulled it open with my fingers so that he could look at it.
As I prayed heartily to the almighty Father, he pushed forward. I yelled out, I think loudly
and he stopped. His Key to Heaven was hurting me terribly, but Father John said the
pathway to salvation is often painful and that the glory of God would soon swell my
heart with ecstasy.
I told him, almost begged him I think, to keep going because I wanted so bad to
have my lock opened with his Key To Heaven.
Father John again told me to pray and as I began reciting my verses, he gave a firm
push forward and I felt something tear. I began crying but felt happy and proud
because I could feel that the end of his key, the shiny part, had gone inside.
Despite the way it was hurting, it seemed to be a miracle. A man, Father John, his
Key was inside me. I was shaking and could hardly breathe. It seemed to affect Father
John in the same way.
It seemed so unbelievable, yet so wonderful and full of life. Father John, his key, the
whole end of it was inside me. He seemed to be, well, his body was shaking and
he was holding his breath and when he began breathing again he said, 'Now I
have opened your lock.'
Mother Angela's voice sounded strained as she asked Sister Magdalene her next
question. “Was his Key to Heaven all the way in?”
“Oh no Mother Angela, He was only partway in, just the end, the shiny part was in.”
“I see. You were being brave Sister Magdalene, I am proud of you. Go on, tell me
more.”
“He remained above me and kept still for a long time, maybe two or three minutes and
looking into my eyes. And oh yes, he kept feeling my breasts too and saying how
lovely they are. My nipples were so hard I thought they might break between his fingers.
He asked me if I was happy, and I said that it was good to be fulfilling my duties in
such a manner. Then he said we still have a ways to go and told me to pray.
Father John began moving his hips again, and as I prayed I could feel his key moving
my vagina, the lips, back and forth. Even though everything was all wet he had to
actually use some strength to push and pull because it was such a tight fit. I was afraid
that he might turn me inside out.
My body was shaking and I think he could sense my fear. 'Keep praying,' Father
John told me. I could tell that he was truly concerned about my feelings and also how
it was feeling with his key so far inside me.
He kept moving forward and back a little bit, maybe just an inch or so. Finally he had
his key further inside my lock and was taking longer strokes. He stayed up on his knees
but laid his upper body down on top of me.
Oh Mother Angela, that felt so strange. Before, with his Key to Heaven going in,
Father John had been several inches away from me, but now, for the first time he
seemed to be close to me, very close, more so than just having his Key to Heaven
inside me.
His body was still wet and soapy and it felt kind of good as he slid around on top
of me. His chest would slide around over my breasts and it was, well, kind of
interesting in the way my nipples were being rubbed by his soapy chest. And then
he kissed me.'
As Sister Magdalene's voice rose, Mother Angela could see that she was excited at
revealing that part, the kiss.
The old nun, for the first time, looked shocked. "He kissed you? Was he moving his
'key to Heaven' back and forth as he kissed you?"
"No Mother Angela. At first when he began kissing me he was holding his key still.
It was past my broken lock, but not all the way inside. When he kissed me, he," Sister
Magdalene paused, "He placed his tongue inside my mouth and kept it there and
told me to rub my tongue against his in the same way."
"Oh Lordy," said Mother Angela, shaking her head. "He had his tongue in your mouth.
And you touched your tongue against his?"
"Yes, and then he began twirling his tongue all around, and I tried to do the same.
I think, I think it made the way his key was fitting into my lock feel a bit better.
Finally he did one last thing.
He said he needed to adjust the angle of my lock and he pulled my legs up around
his waist and told me to hold them there. His hips were still up in the air and off me
and I had to make some effort to keep my legs up.
Fortunately Father John is skinny so I was able to lock my feet together around his
waist. Then he reached over and placed a pillow under my rear, and that helped.”
Mother Angela looked surprised. “He put a pillow under your buttocks?”
“Yes Mother Angela. I should have said my buttocks. And then he began taking
longer strokes. It, his key I mean, seemed to be going deeper now but still not all the
way and it felt...well, more 'Heavenly.' I was afraid that he would put it all the
way in and it might hurt more, but he never did."
“He never put it in all the way, Sister Magdalene?”
Sister Magdalene sensed that Mother Angela was excited and wanted to hear
every detail. She had, in all her years, never seen Mother Angela talk and look like
this, so she continued to describe everything that had happened to her in detail.
"No, not all the way. I think he still had a few inches outside. It was such an intense
moment. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, and I feared that Father
John might have a heart attack, but then I realized that my heart was beating just
as fast.
As I kept praying Father John kept kissing me and moving his body, his key I mean,
slowly and gently back and forth through my lock. Even though he did not have his
key all the way in, his strokes still felt very long as he went way in and way back.
Oh Mother Angela, his key is very wide. I could feel every inch of him as he slid, or
maybe I should say dragged it back and forth. I was having a hard time getting used to
it even though it was feeling good now. Before long, despite the discomfort I could feel,
I felt like I was truly being saved.'
"And did he mention anything about making or hearing 'Heavenly sounds,'" asked
Mother Angela?
'Yes,' answered the young nun, her face glowing with pride. "After he had moved his
key back and forth with those long strokes...I estimate maybe 25 to 30 times, I felt
his body stiffen.
At the same time his Key did the same thing, it felt like, stiffen. He seemed to be
harder,his key, and maybe larger. I could feel his heart, it seemed to pound even
faster and I felt a strange throbbing inside me coming from him and he made a
long groaning sound.
Oh Mother Angela. It was so strange, so exciting and yet I was scared. Everything
felt wetter inside. I didn't know what is happening because his body was shaking so,
and his Key to Heaven seemed to be getting larger and then smaller between each
throb.”
She looked into Mother Angela's eyes. “Do you know what was happening right then,
Mother?”
Mother Angela sighed. “Yes, Sister Magdalene, Father John was having an orgasm.”
“An orgasm, Mother Angela, what's that?”
“I suppose I should explain it to you since you have never experienced such a miracle.
An orgasm is when the human body achieves the ultimate height of pleasure, usually
achieved with much work and sacrifice, sometimes not.
An orgasm is a gift from God, given to mankind so that a man and woman can
enjoy one another while performing their duties to create a child."
"A child, Mother Angela? You mean that an orgasm can create a baby?"
"Not exactly. An orgasm makes the creation of a life more enjoyable, but it is not
necessary for the woman to have an orgasm to do so. The man, he must have an
orgasm, and a slippery fluid flows forth from his pe...from his Key, and that
creates the child within the woman."
"He, Father John, he must have had an orgasm within me. Does that mean that he,
that I, have created a child?"
"I don't know, Sister Magdalene. I believe that Father John is too old now to have
done so, but time will tell. If you have your period next time, when it is due, then we
will know you are not with child."
"I see, Mother Angela. So Father John then, he was, when he opened my lock, he was
not trying to create a child?"
"No Sister Magdalene. I believe he was just opening your lock with his key to Heaven so
that you both could know the happiness that God has intended for man, and yes,
for women."
'I see, Mother Angela. I must admit, I did feel happy afterward, because Father John
seemed to be very happy that he was able to open my lock with his Key to Heaven."
Mother Angela nodded. "Father John, being so old now, is lucky to still be able to
reach that point of pleasure, and he probably has you to thank for that.”
Sister Magdalene's face was bright as she looked at Mother Angela and sighed loudly.
“I did something good, Mother?”
“Yes Sister, you did good. You have innocence, and youth, and as women go, you
are very lovely to look at. I am sure Father John was quite pleased with you. Now
let's get back to your story. What happened next as you were feeling his Key to
Heaven throbbing inside you?”
Excited now, and pleased that Mother Angela seemed to be in approval as to what she
had done with Father John, went on. “Finally he, Father John's key quit throbbing and
he stopped moving his body. At the same time I could feel his key changing. It
happened right away. His Key was getting softer and at the same time I felt all wet inside.
Father John was shaking and seemed out of breath and I was afraid for him so I held him
with my arms and legs and tried to console him. Everything seemed to be...I don't know,
maybe 'done.'
I asked him if he wanted to keep kissing and he said, 'Maybe one more.' He kissed me
but it wasn't like before. It seemed like he wasn't as excited as before. So I again asked
if anything was wrong.
He was catching his breath and finally he looked into my eyes and said that together we
had not only opened the gates to Heaven but that he had heard the angels singing.'
"He heard the angels singing after unlocking the gates to Heaven with his key? That
wicked old bastard,' said the Mother nun loudly. “He told me that big long thing is
Gabriel's Horn, and I've been blowing it for 40 years while he heard the angels sing!"
Sister Magdalene was shocked at the tone of Mother Angela's voice. She had never
heard her speak like this before. "Mother Angela, you are mad?"
Mother Angela nodded, "Yes sister, but not at you. You did just fine, an obedient nun
doing just as you were taught. But I am upset at Father John!"
"Why? Did he do something wrong? And what did you mean by 'that big long thing is
Gabriel's Horn, and that you have been blowing it for 40 years?'"
Sister Magdalene thought for a minute and then her face seemed to take on an
air of understanding. "Do you mean that you were putting your mouth on it?"
"Exactly." Mother Angela had controlled herself now, and needed to reassure the
young nun so that she would not 'lose faith.' "It seems that his long dangling thing
serves two purposes. I did not know that.
Father John should have told me and not held anything back. Apparently it is known
as 'Gabriel's Horn' and it is also 'The key to Heaven."
"Oh, I see. Perhaps Father John knows that his long dangling thing is to serve nuns in
different ways, as our Lord intended."
Mother Angela seemed to agree. "Perhaps that is it. Now I need to examine you and
see how much your 'lock' has been 'damaged' if at all. Remove your garments and I
will inspect you."
Without question, Sister Magdalene did as told, and because she had been inspected
by Mother Angela a few times through the years to ensure that her maidenhead was
intact, she knew the procedure. As Magdalene undressed, she remembered one last
thing to tell Mother Angela about last night.
"After Father John had climbed off of me, his dangly thing was all soft and shiny
looking. As I sat up, I looked down and saw blood on his bed and even on the pillow
where I had been laying.
It was from me and it shocked me. Father John saw my tears and said it was nothing
to worry about, that a little sacrificial blood is to be expected when a lock is opened
for the first time.
Then he climbed back into his tub and asked me to join him. I climbed in, facing him,
and he used the soapy water to wash me down there in my vagina while I washed his
dangly thing. Then we climbed out together and after I had dried him, he used the towel
to dry me. All the while he was drying every 'nook and corner' of my body and as he
described what he was doing he kept talking about what a lovely 'temple of God' I had."
"I see," said Mother Angela. "It was nice of him to help you dry off . Did he spend
extra time drying that nook of your body called the vagina?"
"Yes, he squatted down in order to see better as I stood spread-legged and I had to
ask him to be very gentle because I was sore there."
"That is what I thought would happen. Now we must take a look at you to see if all
is as it should be. Lie down and open your legs."
They had done this before, but today the procedure was to change. Sometimes, in the
past, Mother Angela had tugged her lips opened. At others, Mother Angela had asked
her to tug herself open while Mother Angela just stared.
This time, for the first time, Mother Angela's touch caused Sister Magdalene's vagina
to tingle as she used her fingers to open and look inside.
"Yes," said Mother Angela from her perspective of having her face just inches from
Sister Magdalene's pussy. "I can see that your 'lock' has been torn asunder. It is
now no longer covering your opening, and looks quite red and maybe a little irritated.
Does this hurt a little," she asked as she reached a finger in and touched what
remained of the maidenhead?
Sister Magdalene jumped a little. "Yes Mother, it is quite tender. I could feel it even
when I walked around."
"No, I think what your were feeling is out here, on these inner lips" and she touched
Sister Magdalene on the entrance to her vagina. "
The little sister jumped when her inner lips were directly touched. “Yes Mother Angela.
That's the place. I am tender out there.”
"And these?" Mother Angela tugged on her larger, outer lips.
"Yes Mother, those too, but not as much as my inner lips."
“That is because the inner and outer lips of your vagina have been stretched so far by
Father John's Key to Heaven as it was called as he used it with you. Your tender lips,
especially the inners, have had quite a shock, and it will take another day or so before
you are back to normal.”
“Mother Angela, if I'm so sore, what about tonight, and Father John's bath?”
“I will stay your duties for a day. I will do the chore with Father John tonight, give
him his bath while you rest. Then maybe tomorrow night you can resume your
new duies."
"Oh thank you Mother Angela. You are so kind and understanding. I was worried that
Father John would want to use his key again, and this time maybe put it in all the
way. My vagina is so sore, and I was afraid I would have to do as he commanded."
“He did not put it all the way in. After all that?”
“No. I don't believe so. He said that could wait until the next time.”
"Not tonight. But let me ask you. When he was, when you felt his Key to Heaven
throbbing inside of you, did you hear the Angels singing as he did?"
Sister Magdalene looked confused, but understood what Mother Angela was asking.
"No. I almost heard the Angels sing, I think. Despite how much he was stretching me
and the discomfort, it was beginning to feel better and better, but Father John
heard the Angels sing before I did."
"Perhaps I will help you to hear the Angels sing, then the next time Father John
tries to help you hear the Angels, you will be able to do so. First I will feel your
'Pillars that guard the gate to Heaven' as Father John described them."
Mother Angela began cupping and gently squeezing what were probably the
nicest pair of breasts she had ever seen, or felt, and she had touched many through
the years.
"Yes, these 'pillars' are worthy of the name. Very impressive indeed."
With that, Mother Angela lowered her mouth and placed it onto Sister Magdalene's
vagina, but not on the parts that were tender. "Ooh! What is that that you just
touched? It felt so good!"
Mother Angela replied smilingly as she looked past Sister Magdalene's breasts and
into her face. "I will now lick you on the part that Father John could not touch
with his key last night because he did not go all the way into you and touch that
part of your body with his.
This part is not sore at the moment, and when this part is touched in the right way,
it is called a 'clitoris,' and when it is touched, you too should hear the angels singing.
The next time, or maybe over time, that Father John uses his key on you, you should
be able to hear them sing. Now...listen!"
And Mother Angela went to work with a very talented and experienced tongue. This was
something she had only done with selected nuns through the years, very special nuns,
and Sister Magdalene was the most special of all.
"Oooh, ooooh. Oooo yes. It feels, it feels like when Father John was using his key,
except this time there is no discomfort."
"Listen for the angels singing." As she was speaking, Mother Angela slowly and
carefully inserted a finger just a little ways into Sister Magdalene's vagina so that
when the time came, she would feel Sister Magdalene's orgasm.
"Oh I feel that finger, and it feels good too. Yes, yes, don't stop, please Mother Angela,
don't stop!" It took only two minutes longer, and what Sister Magdalene had stored up
inside her for all her short life burst forth.
"Ooooh God. Lordy above. It feels so good. I can hear the angels singing!" As she was
yelling out her pleasure, Sister Magdalene was holding Mother Angela's head with
her hands and humping her hips into the air.
When all was said and done, Sister Magdalene was lying quietly and Mother Angela had
moved up and was lying beside and holding the young naked nun in her arms. Around her
finger she had felt Sister Magdalene's orgasm bursting forth, and counted. Ten times she
had twitched. A strong ten times, and then a couple of little twitches.
They laid quietly together. After several minutes, Mother Angela pulled Sister Magdalene's
body tight against hers and kissed her. Sister Magdalene seemed surprised at first, then
responded back, and in the final seconds, their tongues touched.
“Mother Angela. Am I still doing good, this time, my duties? That felt wonderful when
you placed your mouth, and your wonderful tongue on me.”
"Yes Sister, and perhaps, someday, I will teach you to do that for me, but for now your
duty in the evenings is to give Father John his bath."
"Yes Mother Angela. I have had my lock opened by Father John, I have heard the
angels sing with you, and I truly feel that I have been 'saved.' Tell me, is there another
name for what happens besides 'hearing the angels sing'?
"Yes, there is another name, more than one actually. The medical term is having an
orgasm, or a climax, but you should probably say that you are cumming."
"Yes Mother. I remember you said that Father John was having an orgasm. But I should
say it's coming?"
"Yes sister. And cumming is spelled with a U and two Ms, as in cumming."
"Hmm. Cumming, c, u, m, m, i, n, g. Is that right Mother Angela?"
"Yes Sister. That is the way they spell it on pornography sites, on the internet.
Sister Magdalene turned red. "Mother Angela! I have heard of those, young men
in the congregation, and you have gone there? I hear it is..well...I mean.."
"Do not misunderstand, Sister. I have gone there a few times, looked at men and
women having sex without making a child. It is a source of pleasure to many, but
not the place to go in the eyes of the Lord."
"Then why did you go there Mother, if it is not the place to go in the eyes of our
Father?"
"I need to know what evils in the world are affecting our congregation so that I can
better understand what is in their hearts and root out the evil."
"I see Mother Angela. Should I go there, on your computer, and see what evils men
might do?"
"Not now Sister. In time, when I feel you are ready to see and learn so that you will
understand."
Sister Magdalene nodded. "Now finish what your were telling me about that word,
cumming it was."
"Yes. If Father John has his key in you and you are feeling good, and when you are
there, the place of ultimate pleasure, just say you are cumming. Father John
will understand and know that you are hearing the angels sing. As I have said,
tonight I will give Father John his bath, and tomorrow night shall be your turn."
"Yes, thank you Mother Angela." Mother Angela smiled and caressed Sister Magdalene
gently as she held her within her arms. 'Tonight, Father John,' she was thinking,
'tonight you and I are going to have a long talk.'
Father John Opens The Gates Part Two
Father John headed quickly to his quarters. All day he had been thinking about
Sister Magdalene and how good it had felt to unlock her box with his key to Heaven
the night before. She would be there, preparing his bath, and hopefully ready to try
once again to see if she can be saved and hear the angels sing.
'Tonight I shall bury my Key within her, all the way, and once she has adjusted, I
shall give it to her harder while holding back until she hears the angels.'
Father John was surprised to see Mother Angela preparing his bath. Instead of
immediately removing his clothes, he hesitated. "Mother Angela? I was expecting to
see Sister Magdalene tonight. I hope that nothing is wrong."
"No, Father John. Sister Magdalene's 'lock' is feeling a little tender and sore from
you using your 'Key to Heaven' on her, so I told her that I would relieve her of her
bath duties for tonight."
Father John stared silently at Mother Angela, then, "You called it my 'Key to Heaven?
So she told you what happened last night?"
"Yes, and I must say, Father John, that I wish you had told me years ago that 'Gabriel's
Horn' is also the 'Key to Heaven.'"
Mother Angela looked sternly at Father John and said, "I think it is time we knocked
off this 'Horn and Key' bullshit and had a good talk."
Father John was shocked. "Mother Angela, such language! I have never heard a nun
utter such profanity."
"You mean me saying 'bullshit?' That's what we, you and I, have been doing for
almost 40 years, and now you want Sister Magdalene to wallow around in it."
Father John nodded. "Perhaps you are right Mother Angela. Let's have a talk. What
exactly did Sister Magdalene have to say about last night?"
"She was quite descriptive, but I'll shorten her story. As she bathed you in that
special way, your penis grew in her hand. Then you felt her vagina with your
fingers, told her that your penis was the 'key to Heaven,' destroyed her virginity
and began fucking her with it!"
"The 'F' word? Well, it wasn't quite as crude as you make it sound Mother Angela.
I was gentle with her and showed her how the Angels can sing."
"Yes, they sang for you, but not for her. Did you actually think that you could put
your big cock into her tonight and make her hear the angels sing? She is quite sore
and red. I gave her an examination this morning. She was red all around the edges,
of her lips, and her maidenhead was very obviously torn."
Father John seemed to have no immediate response, so Mother Angela told him to
remove his clothes so that she could bathe him. As Father John removed his trousers,
Mother Angela was surprised to see that his penis was already mostly erect.
"Why are you hard, Father John? I hope you're not planning on having me blow
Gabriel's Horn tonight? I fell for that shit from the first day I bathed you, when I
had just become a nun after my eighteenth birthday. And by the way, how's come you
never used your 'key' on me? I feel like I have been cheated, somehow."
Father John's long shaft waved around as he climbed into the bath and settled into
the warm water. "Pregnancy, Mother Angela. I was young, and so were you. I was
afraid that you might become with child if I unlocked your gate."
"And now? I understand from Sister Magdalene that she felt you throbbing and that
she was quite wet inside from your load. Weren't you worried about making her
pregnant?"
"No. I was checked out by a doctor three years ago, and my sperm is no longer potent
enough to impregnate a woman."
"And why, Father John, would you be worried about making someone pregnant?"
"Because of the Viagra."
"What?"
"I have been using Viagra for three years now, whenever I had a desire to become
erect."
Mother Angela stared at him for a long time. She was remembering now, how Father
John had no longer seemed interested in having his horn blown. His penis had become
limp, and oftentimes would not grow at all.
Then, suddenly, after about three months of limpness had passed, every few days his
penis would become quite hard as she bathed him and she would blow it until Father
John heard the angels singing. That would be when he had taken the pill.
"Did you use Viagra last night? I know that you were not expecting Sister Magdalene
to prepare your bath, so you must have taken the pill for me."
"No, I did not take a pill last night."
"But your dick got hard, and quite quickly too according to Sister Magdalene."
"I know. It was her. She is so pretty, and young, and her body..."
"Yes, I know, her body is very nice. So you got a hard on just looking at her, and
without Viagra. You are not as old as you thought, Father John."
"Well, I was having a little trouble, even as beautiful as she is. I had to keep
stroking my penis whenever Sister Magdalene was not touching it because
it was tending to get a little soft. But I was able to keep it up, thank the good
Lord. She was, is so very beautiful and I wanted to perform well for her on
her first night."
Mother Angela walked over to the tub and looked down. "And tonight? It looks like
you took your pill because you thought Sister Magdalene would be here. What did you
plan to do with that?" Father John's penis looked like an aircraft carrier that is
performing a 'wheelie' as it sticks up out of the water.
Father John looked sheepish. "I have never 'wasted' a pill before." As he was
speaking, Mother Angela noticed that he had begun holding his erect penis in his
hand.
"I think, Father John, that I would like to see if I can hear the angels sing after
you have unlocked my box."
Silence. Then..."You want me to bust your cherry? Do you still have it?"
"Yes, Father John, I still have it, though admittedly I have heard the angels sing
many times over the years."
"With sister Carmen?"
Mother Angela looked surprised. "You know about her, and I?"
"Yes, of course. There is not much that goes on around her that I do not know about."
Mother Angela decided to take another tack, rather than talking about how she and
Sister Carmen found comfort with one another. "So you are taking Viagra. How long
does the doctor say that will work?"
"He didn't know. Maybe another two or three years. Even with the pill, I am having
trouble sometimes. I was expecting that tonight, with Sister Magdalene looking so
good and my taking the pill, that I would become like a young man again, at least
for a little while."
He studied Mother Angela's face and confided in her. "When I was working my
cock into her, Sister Magdalene was trembling and seemed scared and I didn't
want to hurt her too badly. So I didn't penetrate her all the way last night. I still
don't know if she will be able to take it."
When he saw that Mother Angela seemed to smile, he decided to open the gates and
talk dirty to her, in a way that he had fantasized about for years.
"Mother Angela, I'm going to be frank with you. All I have been able to think about
all day is how much I want to put Sister Magdalene's legs up over my shoulders
and stick my cock into her and fuck her with my long cock as deep as
possible and squeeze her lovely tits while she feels my balls hitting her ass!
Also I have been fantasizing on licking her cunt, and teaching her how to blow
Gabriel's horn."
His use of the 'c' word shocked Mother Angela, but she chose not to say anything.
Things had changed dramatically between Father John and Mother Angela. Now they
were talking like two conspirators making plans on how best to fuck Sister Magdalene.
“You forgot to mention kissing her. She says you were 'French kissing her last night,
but she didn't use that word."
"Yes. I didn't forget that. Every time she responded to my kisses I felt my cock get
harder for a little while. I want to kiss her over and over again."
"But most off all, you want to be able to fuck her like a young man, with a hard
cock and being able to make it last, right?
"Yes, that most of all, and if I can, shoot multiple loads into her. Deep into her
if she can take me."
Mother Angela also had a fantasy, recently developed. She wanted to get low and
close and watch Father John use his penis on Sister Magdalene, and then when they
were resting, she planned to 'comfort' Sister Magdalene in her own special way.
"I gathered as much by what you have been saying. I don't think that you will have
much trouble putting your cock all the way into her.
Sister Magdalene was able to take your width although it made her sore, so the
next time you can probably go all the way to the bottom on her. But we must plan
for the future, When the pill no longer works, and Sister Magdalene has become
used to being satisfied by your big cock, what do you plan to do with her?"
"I was hoping to be able to enjoy her for a couple of years, than either turn her
over to one of the other nuns, or perhaps a priest."
"A priest? Who? Brother Phillip is the only priest that we have who seems capable
enough, and I suspect he likes little boys."
"We are not supposed to talk about that Mother. We have a new priest coming in
soon, young and quite handsome I understand. Perhaps after I am no longer
able to perform, and if you don't desire to keep her for yourself, I, or we could
give Sister Magdalene to him."
"Yes, if he likes women and fools around. Some priests actually honor their vowels,
you know."
Father John sighed. "Yes, some. Now, how about you? How do you want to do it, this
opening of your box? I know, why don't you do as I had Sister Magdalene do last
night? Take off your clothes and sit beside me."
Sister Angela was surprised to find herself trembling as she undressed and watched
Father John stroking his penis as he looked at her. When she had removed her
clothes and walked towards him carrying a chair, Father John let out a low whistle.
"Mother Angela. I am surprised. Your body is still quite nice."
"Still? So you do remember seeing it when I had just become a nun and was giving you
my first bath?
"Yes. I asked you to remove your clothes and sit beside me. You were, and are, quite
beautiful. Even your breasts are nice. Still firm and upright. I remember doing with
you as I did with Sister Magdalene last night."
Mother Angela placed the chair beside the tub and sat down. As soon as she had,
Father John placed one hand on a tit. "You mean when you used your fingers to
confirm her virginity as you had done with me that first night?
I was shocked, but pleased that you, well that I had passed your 'inspection.' But
I wish now that you had somehow allowed me to hear the angels sing. It was
many years before Sister Carmen did it for me."
Then Mother Angela decided to knock Father John down a bit. Why let him think that
he would be the first to make Sister Magdalene hear the angels? "This morning, after
Sister Magdalene had complained about how it seemed to hurt to walk, I inspected
her, and in the process, I made the angels sing for her."
Father John looked shocked. "You mean...?"
"Yes, I licked on her lovely little clitoris. It was about the only part of her that
was not red and raw after you had abused her pussy. Her poor little pussy lips, I felt
sorry for them."
"But, I told you, I was gentle with her."
"Yes, I know. Her story sort of confirmed that. But using that monster horn of yours
on a little virgin like her, with a pussy so tender and sweet, is abuse. It would
seem that a small cock should be available to do the breaking in, and then a big
cock can come along later to keep it satisfied.
While I was doing my inspection, I taught Sister Magdalene other words to use
though if you can make her hear the angels sing. Since I gave her an orgasm, she
knows what the word 'cumming' means now.
I even told her how to spell it. It will be interesting to see if you can make her cum
as easily with this hard dick of yours."
Mother Angela was holding Father John's penis now, and she had begun washing it in
that way he liked so much as she peeled him back and ran the soapy palm of her right
hand all around his knob.
“Fuck Daddy, I mean, Father. I haven't felt you cock get this hard in years. That Viagra
must really be working for you.”
“Yes Mother Angela, but to tell the truth, I have suddenly become interested in you
and your body once again.”
Since she planned to fuck him, Father John's penis looked different to her now, and
like a young child with a new toy, she played with his foreskin, running it back and
forth. Despite the fact that she had spent years doing this, it became exciting for
her.
Father John decided to ignore Mother Angela's comments about being the first to make
Sister Magdalene come. "Open your legs." Mother Angela did as instructed and his
fingers probed her.
"Your pussy feels quite nice. Not as tight as Sister Magdalene on the outside, but..."
Gently, Father John slowly felt inside. "Yes, I can feel it.You still have your lock in place!"
Despite what she had told him, Father John was still amazed to find her maidenhead
is still there.
He smiled, a smug smile. "You know, Mother Angela, if I give you a good fucking,
that I might leave you all sore, tender and red, just like Sister Magdalene?"
She squeezed his penis, then gave it several strokes, pulling the foreskin back and
forth over his giant knob. "Yes, I expect that. But can you make me hear the angels
sing before you do it for Sister Magdalene?
And that is how they began the new aspect of their lives. Mother Angela, in a
little while, would moan and dig her fingers into Father John's ass and enjoy having
her box opened with a Viagra induced erection.
She would place her legs high around Father John as Sister Magdalne had done and
hump back at him, matching Father John stroke for stroke. Then finally, reach orgasm
on her very first fuck and as a result become addicted to being fucked by him.
Having her pussy fingered and sucked by a fellow nun was alright, but being fucked
by Father John would become her number one desire. As she drew close to cumming,
they had kissed, and then kissed again afterward.
Feeling Father John reaching an orgasm inside her pussy had been an eye-popping
experience for Mother Angela, and she had managed, after blowing Gabriel's horn to
get it up again, to have him inside her a second time that evening.
Mother Angela would end up wishing she could be fucked more often, but she would
have to use Father John's huge erection sparingly so that there would be enough for Sister
Magdalene.
After two weeks, and because she wasn't certain if Father John could maintain the pace,
despite his enthusiasm, Mother Angela decided it would be most expedient to just have
Sister Magdalene be there each time, and they could share his penis.
Mother Angela would find, after time, a solution that worked best. She would have Father
John fuck her first and give her two or three orgasms while Father John would hold off on
having his own orgasm. Then Mother Angela would have Sister Magdalene take over with
Father John.
Mother Angela liked being satisfied first, and then not have to worry about being taken care
of later because Father John seemed to have difficulty holding back once he had mounted
Sister Magdalene.
Sister Magdalene not only had that extra tight snatch that Father John seemed to enjoy, but
as time went by, she also became quite noisy in showing her enjoyment and appreciation
of what Father John was doing for her.
Mother Angela most enjoyed lying on her stomach between Sister Magdalene's legs and
watching as Father John was over her and fucking Sister Magdalene; It never failed
to fascinate her her seeing how poor little Sister Magdalene's pussy would have to stretch so
far to accommodate that huge prick.
It was the same every time. Once Father John had inserted his penis deeply
into Sister Magdalene's snug pussy, he would end up cumming. Therefore, this
fuck between Father John and Sister Magdalene always had to come last.
Mother Angela would watch from close up, then she would slide up after Father
John had slid out, and lick up Father John's juice, the juice that she had been
tasting for almost 40 years. And if Sister Magdalene had not reached an orgasm
with Father John, or even if she had, Mother Angela would give her another one.
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