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Subject: {ASSM} PRIESTLY COMFORT-MEDIEVAL EROTICA-Dear Daughter of the Holy Church-Part 2-The Nuns.
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WARNING:  The following material is of an explicit sexual nature and
intended for adults only.  If you are not an adult, if you think you
might be offended, or live in a country/state that prohibits such
material, please leave this site now. If you are offended by the
religious nature of this post, please go take a flying holy fuck ;-p))

This story is copyright 2004, Justamano.   All rights reserved.
This story may NOT be posted or used on any commercial or pay site.

Reposting is expressly forbidden. I specifically grant the right of
downloading and keeping ONE electronic copy for your personal reading
so long as this notice is included.
Some events depicted may be based on actual experiences. All persons
here depicted, except public figures, are fictitious and any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

Comments and suggestions welcome. Justamano@gmail.com
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Just a medieval fantasy involving a well endowed priest like figure
and his "Wand of Lucius" and his peculiar mode of comforting some of
his parishioners. This does not purport to be chronologically or
linguistically authentic to the period, oh say..... the 1500's or the
1600's
somewhere in England (Who cares? Just fuck my cock!)

In this part, he is called upon by a Nun and her young assistant who
are there to partake of his prodigious wisdom and knowledge of the
scriptures. However, they have appetites that takes more than what the
Holy Book can satisfy, and who can be better at this than Brother
Justamano and his mighty Wand of Lucius, that is never happier than
when it is involved in bringing pleasure and a touch of Heaven to
women everywhere. As in Part 1, this employs the form of a priestly
journal narrative.
I intend to write the next parts to this story and develop the
character inasmuch as time would allow and also as much as it is
welcomed by readers. So... if you like it or not, do let me know.
Enjoy!

PRIESTLY COMFORT-MEDIEVAL EROTICA-Dear Daughter of the Holy
Church-Part 2-The Nuns.

`Twas a brisk morning when I set off on my walk with the morning star
just arising, the sky with nary a cloud and the trees a `twitter with
a melody of feathers. I strode in rhythm with the beat of the Lord God
above, and was blissfully happy at the state of things, especially the
wonderful denouement the Lord had concocted to allow me to offer
heavenly comfort to some of the troubled souls in the town where I was
His representative.

As I turned the corner just beyond the cow barn, I heard a sound from
inside that was decidedly not that of any bovine or equine, but very
feminine indeed. Being blessed with a curious nature in addition to my
other attributes, I proceeded to get closer, crossed the meager stone
wall and stood listening, while I looked in a small orifice in the
worn wood of the structure. The sounds were louder and most definitely
that of a woman in the throes of some passion, be it lust or pain,
which it is curious, somewhat mirror each other on occasions. The
light was plentiful from a high window at the top of the barn and thus
illuminated the scene inside which made me very alive and well and my
flesh stick rise up with a twitch, and I had to hold it in my hand
while it grew to its full length of about two inches short of a foot.
What I saw was a sight to make one ejaculate semen without much
manipulation of one's rod, but my self control learned through much
practice of exotic and difficult Eastern exercises enabled me to enjoy
the sight and my manipulation of my Wand of Lucius as I affectionately
called my prodigious, God given rod.

A splendid woman was sprawled on a haypile, with legs spread, while
their donkeys grazed nearby on stray straw, with no interest in the
lust taking place. The woman was almost facing me but more to the left
and her face was involved in a most delightful contortion such as
happens when women reach that most blissful state of arousal that is
akin to divine love and bliss, when their sweet cuntes and rears are
being driven to the edge of ecstasy by a throbbing flesh rod such as
mine. Her skirt was around her midriff while she lifted her hips up in
the air like an offering to heaven, her hands holding both of her
ample breasts and twisting and squeezing in a manner that appeared
very painful, but was providing such pleasure that she was moaning and
instructing the other female squatting between her legs, in a low but
urgent and clear, husky voice: "Yea, my dear, yes yes, fucke me for
the sake of heaven, my cunte is afire and I am riven by lust that I
must expend `ere I go and meet with the Brother
Justamano....OhhhHHHhhHHHhhMMMMM...Oh. Oh. OOhh..."
Meet with Me!  She meant me! I was now fully excited, and my rod was
engorged in such a manner that prompted leakage of some of my life
humor to leak plentifully down its broad face and in my hand, while I
kept pulling at it...Oh the need for release!...

I spied the other figure, squatting with her one hand manipulating a
rather large object, a candlestick it appeared, which she pushed and
pulled into the other woman's exquisite orifice, and I could hear her
also say something, like a chant....: "Oh sister, sister...Oh Oh...How your
cunte is hungry today!...Take a bit more, Won't you sister....Thats a
good nun... spread your legs wider and let the juices flow... your cunte
is flowing and I want to taste the embrosia...OhhOhhHHHHhh" She also had
her skirt spread wide and her legs spread while she squatted and with
her other hand was rubbing her cunte! Holy God! What a holy spread!
What a bountiful scene! I thought.
The woman on the ground then  said "Rosie..OOOHHHH..please put it in
my rear hole too...pleeeeaaaeeeesse!  Use the larger candle
stick...Ohhhhhh" at which the other wench expertly opened a bag and
brought out another object expertly shaped to look like a woman
pleaser, albeit shorter by far than my own member, from what I could
see, and making it slippery with the prone woman's cunte flow, she
slowly sucked on one end and then spitting plentifully on it she
placed it in the other woman's arsehole and gently proceeded to twist
and push at the same time...The prone woman screamed at this intrusion
"AAAAAAHHHHHHRGGGGGGG, YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!" when the object went in
with a slight plop of a sound. Her face was unruly to the point of
being bestial, being overcome by the frenzy between her legs and her
hips and hands were flashing and rubbing with renewed vigor while she
reached the pinnacle of her ecstasy, and she moaned "Ohhhhhh
Rosieeeeeeeeeeeee! It is cominggggggg.....AhhhhhhhhHhhhhhNnnnn" and now
her lags were almost near her ears while she strained to catch every
push of the two objects, one in her steaming cunte and the other in
her juicy arse! She crossed the apex and subsided with a moan loud
enough to startle me, and my rod could abide no longer and started
spurting the life juice in sharp spurts that splashed on the wood of
the barn and flowed down like cream from heaven, and I was immediately
transported in the heavenly chariot to the Lord's abode while the
pleasure due to Him ran like a river through my earthly body. I was
still hard and still longing to enjoin intercourse with the wenches
inside, only for the reason of dissuading them of the sin of indulging
in less than expert fuckyng!

In the meanwhile, the squatting woman than dropped on her rear end
with a cry and proceeded to copiously reach her pinnacle, while she
plunged her entire hand in her cunte and her face was darkened in the
cloud of heaven's desire... while she proceeded to wet the ground
between her legs as she moaned.... "Sisttteerrrrr.....OOOHHHHHhhhHHh,
OhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaAAAahh" Then she too, like the other woman lay
still, obviously completely spent from their exertions while their
legs were still spread wide and their hands on their sides, with
breasts and stomaches heaving and I could actually see the first
woman's cunte twitch making the stuck objects move slightly as if
stirred by  some ghostly finger! It was an amusing sighte and I myself
was still copiously full with the spirit of the Lord that had provided
such delight on this lovely morn. I wiped my wand as best I could and
saw that a goodly portion of my abundant flow was pooled near the
wall, and I smiled at the pleasure of it all!

I was now curious as to what would happen next, and soon enough the
second woman said " Ohhh sister, that was the most wonderful feeling I
have ever felt, the best use of the fluttering between my trembling
legs yet! I trust your cunte is somewhat satisfied for now until it is
time again to reach heaven!" The other woman, face shiny with light
sweat spke " Rosie! My cunte is somewhat happy, though as you know I
cannot be sated easily, and I have no means of fully conquering my sad
condition, made especially poignant due to the fact that we are nuns,
wedded to the Lord, who in all his goodness does not spear us with his
God Rod and provide us the heavenly abode we seek! Thus we are
condemned to seek such pleasure as we would, within the sisterhood. I
thank thee for your efforts this time too! I feel I could travel some
more now!"

At this the other woman said " But Sister, I have forgotten something...
do you not remember....??" "Ohhh" Then she proceeded to spread the prone
woman's legs and began lapping her cunte with loud sucking and wet
noises of such arousal that my god rod was fully erect again and I
could only stare. The almost sleepy woman was again brought to her
fulfillment again while all her juices flowed again , though this time
into the novice nun's welcoming mouth, and she sucked and swallowed
like she were in an oasis after traveling a waterless dry aridity.

Needless to say I was riveted to the scene unfolding and then when
they had spent each other again, the prone woman weakly said: Oh
Rosie! Thank you!" Now we should leave and reach the Church of Holy
Glory soon, since Brother Justamano must be met soon!" My name again!

I quickly hid somewhat, and observed the woman change from the most
wanton harlots to staid brooding nuns in dour habits and not a sign of
the lust that flowed through them a minute ago! I marveled at the work
of God manifested in womanhood capable of such wonderful pleasure and
flexibility!
They rearranged their belongings, tied them to the donkeys and walked
out to the outside, both seated on the donkeys sideways. They reached
the road and turned towards the Church, and I let them go ahead and
then followed them.

As I reached the Church, I saw them seated on the chairs outside, and
the donkeys were tethered to the rings outside while they were
sedately and peacefully awaiting my arrival. They arose when they saw
me, and I noticed that the older woman reached to my chest while the
other girl was a shade shorter and they were both of neither slender
nor large physique. The older woman's green eyes looked me up and
down, and I daresay, more Down than Up, for my doodle was still
feeling the thrills of a while ago, and then she tore her eyes upwards
and curtsied and said " Brother Justamano? I am sister Neola from the
sisterhood of the Church of Divine Love in Spreadsville, and this is
my assistant, sister Rosie. We are most pleased to see thee!" Rosie
also curtsied, while she looked at me from under a lowered head,
mostly around my groin! I was having a hard time keeping my composure,
something I as a hardened warrior turned Priest, found surprising. I
was also surprised to notice a semblance between the two, the eyes
were the same shade, the hair that I could see under their caps
appeared the same color of gold, and there was more than a passing
similarity in visage that I would have attributed to their being
mother and daughter, if I had thought further. However, for now, I
demurred on that thought.

I said, "Welcome, Sisters! To my humble abode and God's palace, for is
not the most humble dwelling a mansion for one on God's mission?
Welcome again, and come in and rest your weary feet". I led them
inside, carrying their bags, and having settled them comfortably in my
sitting room, I went to feed and water their donkeys. After I came
back in I noticed that they were both tidied up, having washed their
faces and hands and bathed their feet, and I provided them cups of
wine and some bread and cheese, which they ate gratefully. Then Neola
said "Brother, we are come unto you for some counsel and meditation,
for we were advised that you have the power and favor of Saint
Lancelot in you, and we have taken sabbatical to learn some of these
methods to reach God. We were advised by our head sister to avail of
your wisdom and knowledge of scriptures to enable us become better and
more accomplished in the duties towards God!"

I said " Sisters, please stay as long as you wish, and I will teach
all that I know, God has given me all I have and I will have nothing
but share whatever I am given, in whatever manner that you seek, so
that we shall become better servants of the Lord"

I noticed from the corner of my eye that the younger one was eyeing my
groin adroitly but intently, and her lips appeared slightly wet. I
tried hard to control my wand's twitch, but was probably not very
successful, I daresay.

I then took them and showed them their room, and the facilities, such
as I had.

I then attended to the garden and the livestock, brought in the milk,
fed the chickens and started the fire for the noon meal. I passed
their room on the way to my room and I heard the sounds again, and
this time I passed on, and behaved myself, all the time abiding my
time to teach them the way to heaven. My rigid rod had not felt such
excitement since the day before when I was assuaging the distressed
wife of a farmer who preferred getting his arse fucked by horses, and
who could not abide the touch of women. I comforted her in my own
manner such that she was fully satisfied with the state of affairs,
and was a frequent visitor to the Church, when she felt the need.

After the noon meal was prepared, I knocked on their door, and after a
while, Neola answered "Come in Brother" I entered, and saw them seated
and reading near the window. I wished them and invited them to the
noon meal, and we went to the meal room, where they partook in a
simple meal of stew, bread, cheese and fruit, after we had said our
thanks to God.

We agreed to discuss some items of interest after the meal and we
proceeded to the sitting room again, where Neola and Rosie asked me
various questions of the Good Book, and some minor variations in the
interpretations of some of the psalms. I offered them some wine, and
while I was expounding on a point of interest I noticed that Neola had
obtained a somewhat glazed look in her eyes, as if she had just
reached a point between sleep and wakefulness, and I also noticed that
she was now somewhat languid, relaxing ever so slightly on the
comfortable seat, and that Rosie was quite aware of this event, even
though I noticed she kept her composure while I was talking. A slight
sheen appeared on Neola's skin and then I noticed her breathing just a
bit faster, like a horse ridden at a trot rather than a walk, and her
legs were drawn tightly together and I could see the muscles of her
shapely thighs undulating. Then she let out a muffled gasp, and I said
" Sister, you seem unwell! Are you alright?" Neola said " Ummmmhh
Brother, yes, just a touch of ... indigestion.... I would take your leave
for just a minute and will be back. Rosie will stay here and continue
to learn from you..."

She left languidly and as I was fully in the know my balls and the
flesh was a tingle, and the rod crept up to seek heaven. I could
almost smell her sweet pussye ambrosia as she swept past, and I could
see that Rosie was aware of it too! My rod was nudging the limit of
the Cossack and with such length as I had it was nothing but
noticeable, and I somewhat hunched over , while I continued speaking.

Rosie looked at me, seated next to me and I could see the sheen of
sweat on her too, and she said " Brother, I thank you for your
kindness in sharing your heart and abode with us. I am but a novice in
such divine matters of learning and am very grateful for your help"
and thus saying she brushed her hand on my thigh and looked clearly
down to my rod, which by now was fully upwards and throbbing
vigorously. Her eyes looked me in the face while she licked her lips
but her hands were now on my rod!. She kept looking at my eyes while I
kept speaking, in a somewhat muffled voice while she was taking the
length and girth of the Wand in her hand. Her eyes, still looking at
me, widened very very wide when she realized the extent of that member
of mine, and then she was slowly breathing heavier, while she kept
clenching her thighs together. By now I had to ask her " Sister, Are
you all right?" She just reached under the cassock and grasped my rod
firmly, and before I could say anything else, she had both her small
hands rubbing up and down the length and thickness of it, and the Wand
did me proud by swelling to his full length, the veins throbbing and
swelled up like a monster from the ground and the full length was
almost as long as her forearm but thicker. By now I abandoned all
pretense of liturgical interest and reached for her. She rushed
towards me and kissed me with very wet lips and with a low growl that
emanated from her stomach she sucked my lips and tongue like a parched
desert siren.

She had now hiked her skirt up, and loosened her cap so that the
Golden hair spilt out, and than she said : " Brother...this This This is
something I have only dreamt about..... Ohhhh... I never knew..." I said "
Yes, I know, You have never seen anything this large or massive.....
Well show me your goods soon and start mouthing it, for we have a long
night ahead of us and we should start soon..."

By this time, Lucius was near her eye as she lowered her head and also
lifted one leg and hiked her skirt, and I could see the wetness in a
sweet smelling hair-sparse cunte, and I slowly placed a finger on it
and gently stirred it. She almost screamed.... "OHHHHHHH, Brother you
are the first man to ever touch me......"

Her flesh was juicy and swallowed my digit adroitly while she trembled
and moved her hips to get more of my finger in, however there was an
impediment to its passage and I realized, with a rush that she was
unsullied, untouched, chaste, in short a virgin.
I pushed her skirt even higher and in the light her cunte hair was
pure golden, unsullied by any other shade and the pink inside was
lovely, and bright in its lusty health, brimming with the young
boiling juices seeking to be spilt while her pink lips were swollen
and engorged with the anxiety of needing some rigidity between them
and split them wider to enable heavenly pleasure. In the meanwhile,
she was admiring my rigidity at very close quarters, her mouth almost
drooling while she fondled its girth, such that both her hands were
around it and she was rhythmically moving them and the veins on the
wand were so engorged that the monster was indeed roiled up!

She then stuck out her tongue and licked my rod slightly taking in
some of the leakage from the large stores that I had, that is wont to
happen during such moments of divine rapture, and from her expression
the taste was very desirable, and she now opened her mouth, despite
the fact that the head of the organ was fully at least twice as large
as her young drooling mouth. But God Bless! She was capable of
enormous endeavours and her mouth just barely took in the head, and
looking grotesquely swollen with my organ head in her mouth she
proceeded to move her tongue on it. By now her legs were completely
spread, one up in the air almost near her head and I leant over her
head while she used her mouth and I was investigating her inner
recesses. Such alabaster smoothness, such virgin flesh, despite the
fact that I had seen her use objects in her companions cunte very
adroitly. Her rear opening was a beautiful puckered orifice that now
was wet with the seeping wetness from her cunte, and a delicate shade
of pink it was too, and I gently fingered it too, causing her to
whimper even more.

"But Rosie dear, Neola shall be here soon!" I said, and she removed my
organ briefly and replied "Not yet, dear Brother, not yet" and then
proceeded to her salvation of the mighty rod with renewed vigor. Her
mouth had now loosened to accommodate the head and some of the initial
length and she was very much involved in liberating me of some of the
god cream that was yearning to spurt in her mouth, and now I pushed a
full finger in her cunte and she vibrated at the waist a bit, but not
in pain and started to moan sotto voce, and I now moved the finger in
and out till she appeared to be in a state of high sensation, and she
now was sucking the rod very ambitiously and the spit from her mouth
ran down copiously down her mouth while she rubbed the goblets with
another hand and by now I was tasting her wetness, a very pleasant
flavor of young vigor and lust that I drank fast and deep, and eaked
out with my tongue that strayed in every corner of her cunte and arse.
By now she was in the throes of her rapture with the divine and soon
she climaxed with a shrill sound that abated somewhat but being young
she climaxed again and again within a few moments. Each of her
attainments brought fresh juice to my mouth that I relished, and she
was now mumbling "Brother, Give me....UUmmMMMmmmmmHhh, give me......yes yes
yesyes......YES!" and by now I wished my overfilled goblets to be somewhat
depleted so I allowed the feeling of the racing herds to cross the
barrier that I had constructed through years of difficult eastern
exercises, and allowed the pounding flesh to beat with my heart and
hers and by now she appeared incapable of stopping her movements, both
in the mouth and in her cunte.

When the cream started to spurt in her mouth, she closed her eyes and
started to swallow fast, but the volume that I provided was much too
much and it spilt from her mouth down her bared breast that I had
scarcely paid any attention to, and on her blouse and waist, and I
abandoned myself to the feeling of God playing a melody on my body
while I split her cunte with my tongue and felt her own attainments
overtake her again and again....

She was still swallowing and the flow from my plough had almost
abated, while it was still rigid and bulging in its skin, but she
appeared exhausted and she now fell back, although weakly making
attempts to keep the rod engaged in her mouth, breathing very hard but
eyes closed, she radiated a pleasure and satiety I see in the well
ploughed woman during my adventures. She said "Ooooohhhhhh Brother,
the taste was wonderful! The wonder of it....I have never felt this way
before....!"

I replied " Dear Rosie, your pleasure is mine and I was delighted to
provide you the means to experience the joy that heaven reserves for
us all!" and then sat down next to her, while she placed her head near
the rigid organ and again started to gently nuzzle and lick the length
of it. I was wondering at the insatiable nature of this young
Christian novice, when I saw a movement to my right at the door, and
to my shock saw Neola!

To Be Continued.................

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