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PASSION PLAY

Carol was raised in the church and never wanted to leave it.  She
considered becoming a nun but she loved her town and did not want to
leave it either.  So she lived like a nun, ignoring the boys and
wearing full dresses and shawls, and got a job as the church
secretary.  And each Sunday she sang lead in the church choir,
although as Father Vink got older the congregation got smaller.

When Father Vink retired, Carol was worried that a newfangled priest
would come and change everything.  She was delighted when she heard
that the new priest, Father Davis, was old fashioned.  When she met
him, she was surprised.  He had a beard, and his hair hung down to his
shoulders.

"I am old fashioned, he assured her, "truly old fashioned as in the
Bible.  And I hope you will join me in living the life of the Bible as
well."

"Of course," she assured him.

The first Sunday, she was delighted to see that more people than usual
had shown up to see the new priest.  Father Davis was disappointed
that only six people came to the service.

"We have to attract more people," he said.  "We need to put on a
passion play."

"A passion play?" Carol asked, worried that it was a newfangled idea.

"In medieval times, churches would put on plays of the life of
Christ.  They would educate and entertain, they were very good for
drawing crowds.  Some churches still do them.  Mind did, and we filled
the church every Sunday," Father Davis said.

"Well then, we should do a passion play," Carol said, eager to please
her priest and her boss.

"And we will need you as lead singer of the choir to be the lead in
the play," Father Davis said.

Carol beamed with delight and agreed.

Father Davis settled on the story of Ruth, an ancestor of Mary.  They
selected some hymns and got some of the old men who came to church to
volunteer in the other roles.

When it came time to make the costumes, Father Davis showed Carol
several paintings of Ruth from medieval times.  She wore a dress and a
cloak, but her hair was down, and her arms and feet were bare.

"It's from the Bible," Father Davis said, "God wants you to dress like
that."

And so Carol agreed to the outfit, although she had never been in
church with bare arms before, let alone bare feet.

Announcements were put up about the passion play.  Carol was waiting
at the back at the start of the service.  When she made her entrance
after mass she was delighted to see that a dozen people had come for
the service.  All eyes were on her as she performed as Ruth and sang
her hymns.  She blushed, being the center of so much attention, but it
felt good to be admired for her singing and it was for the church.

At the end of the service, Father Davis brought her to the door to say
goodbye to everyone as they left.  The men and women sung her praises,
how pretty she was and how lovely her voice was.

"Come back next week," Father Davis announced, "Carol will be playing
the role of Mary in our next passion play."

PART 2

When they asked for volunteers the next week a few men showed up, they
picked the youngest to play Joseph.  They looked at medieval paintings
for the costumes, and chose a matronly robe with a shawl for Mary.
Carol was delighted with her costume and wore it to the first
rehearsal.

Halfway through the rehearsal, Father Davis halted them.

"There is something wrong with the costumes," he said.

"They are all from the paintings," Carol said.

"Yes, but something is missing," Father Davis said.  "I'll have to
think about it."

On Saturday, Father Davis spoke with Carol at the church as they put
the hymn lists in the pews.

"I realized what is wrong with the costumes, you don't have the symbol
of Mary," he said.

"The symbol of Mary?" she asked.

"In a painting from the Bible you cannot tell who is who by the
clothes they wear, since they wear ordinary clothes.  So each of the
saints and other famous characters had symbols that the painter would
include to show who they were."

"What was Mary's symbol?" Carol asked.

"Why, the baby Jesus of course," Father Davis said.

"So I need to hold the baby, sure," said Carol.

"Not just that," Father Davis said.  "Mary is shown nursing the baby
Jesus."

"Oh," said Carol, "Too embarrassed by nursing to say anything."

"You must hold the baby Jesus up to your bare breast, as if he is
nursing.  I decided that even though I want it to be historically
accurate you could use the doll, not a real baby," Father Davis said.

"My ... bare ... breast?" Carol stammered.

"Jesus will cover most of it," Father Davis said.  He looked up at
Jesus hanging on the cross above the altar.  "You will show your
devotion to Jesus in his own church, won't you?"

"Of course," Carol said, no one was more devoted to Jesus than she
was.

And so the next day almost twenty people came to see the manger scene
set up in front of the altar.  Carol stood in the choir in her gown
but no bra.  As she sang, she could feel her breasts sway beneath her
robe, her nipples rubbing against the fabric.  There was a fire in her
nipples which spread to her groin and she hugged her hymnal to her
chest to hold her breasts in place.

After the sermon, Carol and the others took their places in the
manger.  Blushing, Carol held the doll in front of her breast and
reached into her gown to untuck her breast.  She had not tried this
before, and the gown's neckline was not quite low enough.  In front of
the congregation, she struggled to pull her bare breast out of her
dress.  She could feel all eyes on her and she closed her eyes and
thought of Jesus.  At last the dress ripped and her breast fell out.
She put the doll in front of it and sang with all her might.

When the play ended, Carol tucked her breast back in her gown.  As she
turned to walk back to the choir, her breast fell right out of her
ripped gown.  She blushed again, sure that everybody had seen it, and
walked back to the choir with the doll in front of her.

At the end of the service, Father Davis once again led her to door to
say goodbye to the congregation.  Carol's face was red with
embarrassment. as the they said how lovely lovely she was.  Some of
the men spent a long time praising her as they shook her hand and
watched her breast jiggle behind the doll.

Father Davis announced a new passion play for the following week.

"There has been a request to have a male lead in our plays, so we will
alternate each week between the men and women of the Bible.  Next
week, Hank Thompson will play David."

PART 3

On Monday, Father Davis worked with Hank Thompson to choose an
outfit.  Father Davis worked with Hank Thompson to choose songs.
Carol was left to do her work, and she was not happy being left out.
She was embarrassed to have her breast exposed, but she had loved
being the center of attention.  When she updated the church sign to
take down her name and replace it with 'David featuring Hank
Thompson', she determined to get in the show.

"There must be someone I can be in the play," Carol said to Father
Davis as they closed the church that night.

"David is a story of soldiers and armies, there are very few roles for
women," Father Davis said.

"There must be someone," Carol said, determined to be in the play.

"Well, there is David's wife Bathsheba," said Father Davis.

"I'll play her then" said Carol, and she left before Father Davis
could say 'no'.

The next day, Father Davis had Carol update the church sign adding
"and Carol Reynolds as Bathsheba". She went around with a smile on her
face the rest of the day and could not wait for rehearsal.

At rehearsal she stood next to Hank Thompson and sang the hymns.  Her
part was almost as big as his and she could not help feeling that the
congregation would see as the star, no matter whose name came first on
the sign.

At the end of rehearsal she met with Father Davis to discuss her
costume.

"Well you see," Father Davis said, a little embarrassed, "Bathsheba's
symbol is a bathtub.  She is always portrayed as being in the bath..."

"And we don't have a bathtub in the church," Carol finished.

"We can get one," Father Davis said.  "Ward Simpson has an old one he
can bring in, clawed feet and everything."

"Well, that should work out then," Carol said, determined nothing
would stop her from being a star again, and she left before Father
Davis could say 'no'.

At rehearsal the next day, Father Davis brought Carol's costume.  It
was a silky white robe with a tie, basically a bathrobe.  She put it
on over her dress and wore it for each of the rehearsals.  When Sunday
came, Carol waited in the back in one of her best dresses and the
robe.

"Carol," Father Davis said, "you need to get into your costume."

"I am," she said, confused.

"Bathsheba is taking a bath, you don't wear a dress when you take a
bath.  You just wear the bathrobe," he explained.

"Just the bathrobe," Carol repeated, shocked.

"Right, see you inside," Father Davis said and he went into the
sanctuary to start the service.

Carol had to decide quickly.  The service was starting and Father
Davis was counting on her to be in the play, to be almost the star of
the play.  And she would be wearing a robe.

So she stepped into the bathroom and took off her robe, and her dress,
and her bra, and her panties, and her shoes, and her socks.  And she
put on just the robe.  Then tying it securely she went out and into
the sanctuary.  She slipped into the choir and helped finish sing the
opening hymn.  There were dozens of people in church, more than had
come for Easter.  They had come to see her, she knew, and she was glad
she had not let them and Father Davis down.

Father Davis had noted that some who came for the plays left before
mass, so he had moved the plays to the end of the service.  And so
Carol stood in the choir in just her thin bathrobe, singing through
the service.  It was a warm day but she felt a draft between her legs,
rising up to her thighs.  And her nipples rubbed on the silky robe
making them shiver and stiffen.  Soon she was feeling feelings in her
thighs, and she shifted and squirmed, trying not to rub her tingling
nipples and pussy.

At last mass ended and Father Davis called for the play to start.
Carol walked around the altar to join 'David' and there was a clawfoot
bathtub.  A clawfoot bathtub full of water.

"Get in," Father Davis whispered.

Was she supposed to take off her bathrobe and climb into the bath
naked?  Carol was not sure, but she did not want to do it.  So she
just stepped in robe and all.  Father Davis said nothing and they
started the play.  'David' and the soldiers sang first, then Carol
sang with them for the closing hymn.  It was odd singing in a bathtub
in a church, but Carol was sure all eyes were on her instead of
'David'.

Then the service ended and Father Davis called for them to join him at
the door.  Carol stood.  Her bathrobe was wet and clung to her.  The
white cloth turned nearly transparent and her pink breasts were
clearly visible through the robe, her erect nipples straining against
the clinging fabric.  The congregation was silent as she climbed out
of the tub and walked to the door.

When Father Davis opened it, the breeze on her wet skin sent a chill
through her and her nipples grew so hard they hurt.  When she looked
down she saw her nipple clearly and she realized that in the eyes of
the congregation she was nearly naked.  Her breasts, her thighs, her
legs, could all be seen right through the robe.  She blushed, a blush
visible from head to toe.  But she had to stay and shake hands with
each member of the congregation as they left.  And today of all days
it took over half an hour for them to leave.  It seemed that every man
in church had something important to discuss with the priest, though
their eyes never left 'Bathsheba'.

"Come back next week," Father Davis told them.  "Carol will be playing
the role of Eve."

At that announcement, Carol grew weak in the knees but her pussy
seemed wetter than ever.

PART 4

Carol was sure she did not want to play Eve in front of the church,
but the next day, the phone rang off of the hook with men applying to
be Adam and each one said they were inspired by her singing and
dedication.

By the time rehearsal came at the end of the day she was still pretty
sure she would not play Eve.  The men came to try out, and Father
Davis had them take off their shirts and sing.  As she looked over the
men's rippling muscles Carol felt a stirring she had not felt since,
since she had been standing in her wet robe in front of the
congregation.  She was worried that Father Davis would ask her to
strip to the waist to sing with the men, but he did not.  And she was
more than a little disappointed.

Father Davis chose Kevin West, a tall, strapping young man, to play
Adam.  Carol wholeheartedly agreed.  The rest of the men grumbled and
complained and cast looks at Carol as they left.  She felt badly that
they had come to be perform with her and had been turned away.  'There
will be other plays,' she told herself.

"It is time for costumes," Father Davis told them when the others had
left.

Carol held her breath while Father Davis got out some pictures.  There
were Eve and Adam in the Garden of Eden wearing only fig leaves.
Carol and Kevin were silent for a moment, looking at each other
uncertainly.

"We won't be able to use real fig leaves, unfortunately," Father Davis
said.  "You can use these."

He handed Carol three small plastic fig leaves, and Kevin one large
plastic fig leaf.

"You needn't bother with costumes for rehearsal, just wear them on
Sunday," Father Davis finished.

Carol and Kevin practiced their hymns the rest of the week.  Father
Davis gave her three hymns and Kevin only one, plus one they shared.
She really was the star of the play.

On Saturday, Carol gathered her courage to face her costume.  It was
just three plastic fig leaves.  No string even to hold them on.  She
remembered that actors used spirit gum to glue on beards, so she
bought a bottle.

Standing in front of her mirror she removed her dress and bra and took
a hold of her left breast.  She dabbed some spirit glue on her nipple
and stuck a fig leaf on.  In a moment the leaf was stuck.  She wiggled
her breast and it stayed on.  She held her right breast and dabbed
some glue on its nipple then stuck the second fig leaf on.  When it
was dry, she wiggled her chest, jiggled and shook her breasts.  She
felt embarrassed shaking her tits even in the privacy of her home, but
the fig leafs stayed stuck - her nipples were covered.

She pulled off her panties.  She was faced with a full bush of pubic
hair.  The spirit gum bottle said clearly not to glue to hair, it
would not stick and would pull the hair.  So for the first time in her
life, Carol shaved her pussy.  When the hair was gone, the cold air
tickled her labia and they swelled.

She stood and looked at her bare and swollen pussy in the mirror.  It
tickled and tingled.  She got out the spirit gum and grabbed a hold of
her pussy.  The feeling was so nice she tugged and rubbed it more,
soon the glue was forgotten and she rubbed her pussy until she
shrieked "oh my god, oh my god" with her first orgasm.  When she
recovered, she was embarrassed at using God's name in vain, but she
felt somehow that he would approve.

She glued the the last fig leaf over her bare pussy.  She walked back
and forth and even jumped up and down to make sure that it would stay
in place.  It did.  Satisfied with her costume, she removed the glue
with some wine, then still naked climbed into bed and finished
satisfying herself.  She had a smile on her face as she drifted off to
sleep.

Sunday morning, she wore an easy to remove dress to the church and
brought her spirit gum and fig leaves in a bag.  Father Davis and
Kevin were talking.

"I re-read Genesis last night," Father Davis said.  "Adam and Eve
covered themselves after they ate the forbidden fruit.  The play is
set before that.  It would be violating the Bible, corrupting the word
of God."

"I can't do that," Kevin said.  "I just can't."

He hurried out the door, and a stricken Father Davis turned to Carol.

"You understand, don't you?" he asked.  "We cannot corrupt the Bible
in God's house."

"Of course not," Carol said, not sure what was going on.

"Then you'll do the play without your fig leaves," Father Davis said.
"With Kevin gone it is all up to you, and we have a full church
today."

A full church.  No fig leaves.  No Kevin.  All up to her.  Carol's
mind was swimming, her heart racing, and her nipples and labia
swelling.

Father Davis helped her pull her dress off.  She was already naked
underneath.  Before she could think about what she was doing, he led
her into the sanctuary.  She stood naked, her pussy shaved bare,
before a full congregation.  She blushed from head to toe as she took
her place in the choir.

The service seemed to be the longest ever.  Father Davis gave a
lengthy sermon about the accuracy of the Bible and serving God.  With
a full congregation, mass took nearly two hours instead of a few
minutes.  And all of that time Carol stood naked before them.

And then came the time for the play.  Carol paraded naked self before
them, standing alone in front of the altar.  All eyes were truly on
her as she sang her hymns.  A draft tickled her nipples and labia
which swelled larger than she thought possible.  When her pussy
tickled, she scratched it, and her scratch became a rub, and her rub
continued as the feeling grew and spread, until halfway through the
Hymn of Eve she burst out into "Oh, God. Oh, God" and orgasmed before
God and the congregation.  She finished the hymn, crimson with shame,
but the congregation burst out in applause.

And of course Father Davis brought her to the door to stand naked
beside him and say goodbye to everyone.  Her legs trembled and there
was a trickle of pussy juice down her thigh, and her hand was coated
in pussy juice as she shook their hands but no one seemed to mind.
Every person, man, woman, and child, shook her hand as they left.  It
took over an hour for the church to empty, and Carol stood their
blushing and smiling, naked as Eve.

"Come back next week," Father Davis told them.  "Hank Thompson will be
playing the role of Lot.  And Carol Reynolds will be playing the role
of Lot's daughter, who was raped by a mob"

'Well,' thought Carol 'at least there will be something for all the
men who volunteer to do.'

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