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Mary, The Vicar's Faithful Wife

Mary couldn't sleep. She was in deep distress not knowing what to do. She lay on her bed hearing the light snores of her husband whom she loved deeply but now was part of her big trouble.

Her daughter Lucy had come to her just before bedtime crying.

"Oh mother, my fiancé says that he can't marry me without knowing what I look like. He says he can't buy a pig in a poke. He wants to see me without all these baggy clothes."

Mary had promised her to find a solution. She had thought about to talk to her husband but had abandoned the idea.

Her beloved husband was a clergyman of the old, hardnosed school. He was truly religious and the bible was his law. He also loved their daughter beyond everything perhaps even more than he loved his God. But he was extremely protective about her in the old religious way. She had to wear long baggy dresses buttoned tightly at the neck and she was never allowed to be alone with a young man or any man for that matter.

Lately when she somehow had found this nice young man, a young priest too, and were supposed to get married he had allowed them to be together alone in a room in their house but the door had to be open and either he or Mary should be sitting just outside. Mary thought that at least some grouping had taken place which was far more than before Mary got married. Her husband being extremely strict at that time had not asked for or demanded any physical contact whatsoever. She smiled inwardly at his astonishment and joy when he at the wedding night and the nights to follow slowly had discovered her charms which were considerable.

His hardnosed opinions had not included in full what can go on in the marital bed, thank heaven Mary thought with another inward smile. Well, he had brought with him several severe opinions and restrictions but the hardnosed opinions were accompanied by a likewise hardnosed love wand with demands of its own.

Mary again smiled at how she had had to work very hard to overcome his opinions and what a long time it had taken. But it was worth it. Yes, it really was, she thought.

Mary was deeply religious too. She was the daughter of a bishop and had been given a thorough upbringing in the religious home. But her mother was a very wise woman. She and her bishop had an excellent married life and she truly believed that a good marriage was dependent on good sex. She had taught Mary as much as possible before the wedding, of course without including a man. She strongly believed that a woman should be a true virgin at the wedding night but that the bride should know as much as possible especially if the man was supposed to be ignorant.

Which really was the case with Mary's husband. So some weeks before Mary's wedding night her mother secretly let her into the parent's bedchamber and hid her behind the curtains. Mary at first got frightened over the vigorous pounding the bishop did lying on top of his wife and from what she thought were cries of pain coming from her. But as the pounding went on Mary slowly began to understand that it were cries of pleasure and joy. She also was able to see how her mother moved her body and adjusted to her husband's movements but also steered them. When they reached a violent, mutual climax Mary was convinced and understood in full what her mother had told her about the importance of good sex.

The bishop soon fell asleep. Her mother rose from the bed and led Mary out of the room. They had a lengthy talk about what Mary had seen and her mother pointed out important things, some of which Mary already had seen but now got to understand the full meaning of.

The mother smilingly concluded the session by saying that Mary had to get a good nights rest because she should be back the following evening. Her mother's smile deepened in anticipation of that.

Mary spent several nights watching her parents. She got very impressed of their stamina and interest in each other. It seemed like they made love every night, still after twenty years of marriage.

Her mother had planned a thorough series of lectures to take her through the topic. Mary was shown how to caress a man's body not only with her hands but using all of her body, hair, face, both sets of lips and of course the breasts. She was shown how to give head, the many variations when receiving a man lying on her back, how to receive a man from behind both lying down, standing on all fours and bending over the bed stand and finally how to mount and ride the rigid cock both facing the man getting the boobs fondled and facing away from him getting the ass cheeks mauled. After every session she had a talk with her mother who was keen to answer all her questions and point out all the finer details.

Mary smiled at the memories where she lay in her bed unable to sleep. She was especially grateful that her mother had showed her how to ride the cock facing away from her husband. Her mother had said that it might be very useful but without elaborating the subject.

Mary thought back about all the steps and all the work she had put in to get her sex life as good as her mother's. She thought that she had reached that goal except for one thing.

Mary's husband had come to the marital bed totally ignorant but with very strict rules. Although Mary didn't knew them in detail her mother had taught her enough of what could be expected from a hardnosed clerical man of the old school and had been able to adjust to that giving them a lovely first night together. Her husband had the opinion that the woman should be passive and just receive what was given to her. Mary had quickly understood that and had moved with utterly care adjusting only to give pleasure. She had slowly convinced him that his rigid opinions hampered his possibilities to get enjoyment. In many small steps without saying a word she had made him find out what utterly pleasures could be given by an active woman. It had taken her a month to fully reach that goal and to be allowed to do what she felt was right for both of them and to be as noisy as she liked, which was plenty.

Then she had started to work on the next goal. Another opinion of the vicar was that the missionary was the only permitted way of making love. Mary thought that she had used every possible trick in that position and wanted to move on although she got more than satisfied every time. The vicar had developed a marvelous sex drive and took her thoroughly every night and sometimes in the mornings too. It was very much to Mary's liking. But she wanted more.

So she tried to roll over one night when she thought he was in an especially good mode. But he rolled her over again to lie on her back and plunged into her. But something had got into him because that became the best banging for weeks. Afterwards he told her that taking her from behind was out of the question. It was an animal thing, maybe practiced by the peasants but couldn't be done in a proper clerical home. When a man takes a woman who stands on all fours it resembles what dogs do and that would be very unworthy. If the woman stands and leans over something, the bed stands for instance, it resembles how bigger animals like horses do it. It's not as bad but still unworthy. The worst thing of all is when the man creeps on the back of a woman who lies on her stomach. That resembles reptiles and other low standing creatures. He knew of these things he said, having heard a lot from women during confessions. He had had to talk severely to those who expressed a liking for that kind of thing. But there were other women who understood that it was wrong. He said that he gave them strength to resist their husbands when they asked for perversities of that kind.

Mary had to change tactics. She started to caress his body as her mother had showed her. He responded very well to that after the first initial chock but didn't deny her to go on. Having reached that goal she quickly went for the next, to give him head. He immediately liked that but it took him some time to admit it and a few weeks before he actually asked her to go down on him. Now she could move all over him doing all sorts of pleasant things. She started to use her nether lips for caressing, leaving snail trails all over his body because it turned her on too. She planned the next move well. She got them both very aroused ending up sitting on his stomach feeling his hard clerical wand touch her bottom. She leaned down and kissed him, a deep French kiss which they both had learnt to enjoy. While their tongues played she carefully pushed her body downwards lifting her ass to get the angle right. She got very excited when his rigid member parted her outer lips and felt that he was placed exactly right. She stuffed her tongue deep in his mouth and pushed downwards.

Hadn't her mouth been engaged she would have screamed on top of her lungs of joy when the clerical head popped into her and she kept pressing downwards taking him in as deep as he could come. She was surprised that he didn't react but became very pleased when she understood that he wasn't going to push her away. She started to move with small movements not to scare him and got the first of a series of orgasms from the new sensation. It felt quite different being on top. She got bolder and step by step raised her upper body. She got another orgasm when she reached a fully upright position. This time her body shook violently. She was now convinced that her beloved vicar had accepted the new position and set to work to give him the outmost pleasure. If he in the end wasn't very satisfied he would probably abandon this new advance.

Mary again smiled inwardly at the memory of his explosive climax. He filled her like never before. Afterwards he didn't say a word but hugged her and kept her on top of him for a long time. He didn't comment it the next day either and Mary was a little worried. But she had no reason to be. The next night he wordlessly let her understand that he wanted her to mount his tool again. And this time she did it thoroughly giving him a ride he never forgot. They came together in a shuddering, screaming orgasm, the best ever, Mary thought.

But when she after a month or so, again tried to roll over on her stomach to get taken from behind, her husband flatly refused. She had tried now and then over the years but he always told her regretfully that they couldn't do that. But eventually she got him not only to accept but also to enjoy that she turned around when riding his tool. He once said that no animal could find such an awkward position and that it took a human brain to invent it. Thus it was acceptable. She loved when he grabbed her hips or kneaded her ass and had fantasies about what it would feel to be rammed from behind bending over the bed stand. She hadn't yet given up hope. They had many years left of active sex life.

Well, she sighed writhing in her bed. What should I do with the request from that horrid man? He was such a nice fellow I thought and now this.

She decided to go and pray for advice as she often did when in distress. There was a small room connected to the bedchamber where they conducted their evening prayers before rolling around in bed. Her husband often got erect already in there. Well, maybe she helped him a little by wearing only a short, low cut night gown without panties and kneeling seductively. How often hadn't she had lewd thoughts about him mounting her right there when she was kneeling in front of the crucifix? She was sure dear Jesus would have no objections that a man pleased his wife in front of him. Maybe he even would like to watch. She didn't believe for a second that he was a virgin, not the way he had preached of love.

She went into the small chamber and knelt. She stood on her knees praying for guidance for quite a while. Then suddenly she felt a warm breeze and her short night gown floated out filled with nice warm air.

"Oh my goodness, will that be you Holy Spirit? Have you come to give me advice? How awfully nice of you. Please tell me how to handle the requests from my daughter's horrid fiancé."

There was no immediate answer, at least not verbally. But the warm breeze whirled around her naked body under the gown. The breeze went between her parted thighs warming her female parts and whirled upwards around her swinging boobs. She felt assured and calm when the breeze died away.

"Thank you Holy Spirit. That felt good as always," she said aloud.

She went to bed sure that she would get the answer during the night.

She woke up early the next morning feeling very at ease. Now she knew how to handle the situation. She went to the bathroom to freshen up while she waited for her husband to wake up. As she sometimes did she took her nightdress off and left it there. On her way back to bed she felt the warm breeze caress her body.

"Oh there you are Holy Spirit. What took you so long? Being busy I suppose. Well, thank you so very much for comforting me and letting me understand how to handle that horrid man. I will do exactly as you have suggested." She was a believer of the highest degree and never doubted that she would get help when turning to her Lord. The Holy Spirit was the messenger and a very good one.

In response to her thanks she felt the breeze go in between her thighs. She stood still for a while with her feet spread wide to savor from the acknowledgement from the Holy Spirit. When he left her nether region nicely warmed up and circled around her breasts she resumed walking back to bed. When she reached it her nipples were firm and stood out.

She lay down but didn't pull up the bed clothes. She felt hot from the breath of the Holy Spirit. She waited patiently for her husband to wake up. She didn't have to wait for long. She took that as another sign from heaven.

He sat up in his bed and looked over to see if his wife was awake too. He took in the beautiful sight of his wife stretched out in all her naked glory. At the age of thirty- nine she still looked marvelous. She smiled invitingly at him as she did almost every morning.

"Oh no, my Lord give me strength to decline this temptation. There is no time this morning. I will be late to the office," he exclaimed and then his shoulders dropped. "Above all, my first visitor will be that dreadful woman. She will no doubt ramble all the time about these animalistic things. I must put up all my strength to cope with her." He stared in front of him unable to move.

Mary knew exactly what woman he was referring to. He had complained about her often enough and piece by piece Mary had wriggled enough information out of him to be able to identify her.

It was a good-looking, well endowed woman in her middle thirties. She came to every service in the church and asked for private counsel at least every second week. At ordinary service she wore a white blouse and a dark blue pleated skirt, nothing strange with that. But the skirt was rather short and the blouse either low cut or had several buttons undone. In summertime she wore white socks and in the winter nylons with garters. Never pantyhose. At Holy Communions she changed her pleated skirt to a short black narrow one. It rode up high when she sat down and even higher when she knelt and leaned forward to receive the bread and wine. Her garters then always came in full view for those standing in line.

She always was early for service to get her carefully selected place. It was on the front row where she could give the serving clergyman the best possible view of her considerable charms. Mary's husband often complained after service and told that not only had she flashed most of her boobs to him but also given not so brief glimpses of creamy thighs and white knickers. Often in summertime instead of white knickers there was a pink smile surrounded by dark hair. Mary had soon discovered that the vicar got very horny from the show and being a caring, helpful wife she had volunteered to suck him off in the vestry during the last hymn to make him able to meet his congregation standing straight up. The risk of being caught in action turned her on immensely.

The woman wore similar clothing when she got private counsel. And Mary knew that she often talked about and wanted advice how to act when her husband wanted to fuck her in different positions. It often included taking her from behind and in the ass too which she described in great detail.

Mary had bought clothing of the same kind with even shorter and narrower skirts. The first time she had put it on he had got an instant raging erection and had taken her on the carpet in front of the fireplace with an astonishing libido. Since then she put the clothes on when she felt their sex life needed an injection. And injected she got every time, the injector overflowing her with a tremendous dose.

Mary smiled inwardly at the thoughts of the woman and what she made to her husband. Mary knew she would benefit from it during the days to come. But now she had to act quickly.

"Oh my poor darling," she exclaimed. "Then it's my duty as your loving wife to help you get the strength to withstand her seductive manners. There will be time because the Holy Spirit has already been on to me making me hot so you can plunge right in and I will give you the strength you need so badly."

The priest looked at her very relieved. He rose and quickly but with dignity got rid of his night shirt. He crossed over to her bed his tool hardening while he walked. When he was standing at the side of the bed she reached out and grabbed him.

"Come to me my holy man," she called softly. "Come to me and put that sacred wand in my divine place. You will find that your superior has made a thorough job preparing me for you." She knew that such talk chocked him but the turn on was even greater. She wasn't sure though if he regarded the Holy Spirit as his superior or a coworker.

Mary moved over a little and spread her legs wide in a very lewd way. Today she wanted to feel his full weight on top of her. She pulled him down over her with the firm grip of his hardnosed tool. With a roar he plunged into her.

When the priest had performed his morning service on her most willing body and mind and to her outmost satisfaction she pulled him down over her.

"My dear vicar," she said softly in his ear. "I really think you need to get first hand knowledge of these dreadful sins that woman is talking about. How can you give counsel about things you don't know anything about? I am willing to help and I am sure that our Lord will forgive us because we only do it to learn and for you to give good counsel."

"Yes Mary," the vicar said. "You are probably right. But I can't expose you to such dreadful sins. It would be to ask you too much."

Mary kept quiet but cheered silently. It felt like she had planted an idea in the vicar's mind. He hadn't flatly refused this new angle. Well, Mary thought, I have to wait and see.

Later that morning Mary talked lengthily with her daughter and when finally Mary was convinced that Lucy really loved her fiancé despite his manners she made up her mind.

"All right my dear," she said thoughtfully. "Since you love him so deeply and really want to marry him I think it's worth a sacrifice. It's not at small one, on the contrary and the word must not spread. It would ruin your father's mind it he heard even the slightest whisper about it. But this is what we will do."

Mary told her daughter her plan and they talked it over. Lucy too thought that it was a good plan and ought to work.

Later that day they went shopping. Mary chose a store she had heard about but had never visited hoping that they wouldn't recognize her. The mother and daughter spent quite some time in there trying on several dresses until they agreed on what to buy. Mary also bought some cloth and spent the most of the following day sewing. She wasn't experienced at it but it had to be good and she couldn't take the risk to get help with it.
They chose the following evening to confront the fiancé because the vicar was on a meeting and wouldn't come home until late.

The fiancé was let into the house by Mary wearing the new dress. It was far more revealing than anything she had ever had. But as she had said to her daughter; "The end justifies the means." She knew the church history.

The fiancé was taken aback when he saw her but eventually recovered.

Mary had a long talk with the young man trying to talk him out of his horrible threat. But eventually she got convinced that he wouldn't step back. Over and over he told her that nowadays nobody had to buy a pig in a poke and in fact his request was very humble compared to what all other couples did before marriage.

"All right, I will call for my daughter."

She went away but took her time. In fact Lucy was waiting in the next room and had overheard the conversation. She trembled in anticipation.

After ample time mother and daughter entered the room. Again the young man became flabbergasted when he saw two lovely women appear before him. They wore similar dresses and the thin fabric really clung to their bodies showing every curve which they had plentiful of.

The women moved around turning and bending over. The young man had been promised a good look. The women looked very similar, having the same height, the same build and the same colors. The mother had a little more of every curve though showing very clearly on hips and breasts. But she wasn't fat just had a little extra roundness making her body look very soft.

The young man marveled at the sight and in his mind thanked his God for such a lovely fiancée. Mary saw how his jaw dropped and his eyes darted all over her daughter but also over herself. She felt a twinge in her stomach. She had never before showed so much skin to a man except her husband and was very pleased of the reaction.

"Well young man," Mary said. "Now I have let you see your fiancée in a very revealing dress. I hope that you are happy about what you see. You really should be. She is a real knock out if you ask me." She made a pause to give him time to marvel some more. "But I have also given you the rare opportunity to understand how she will look in twenty years time. Believe me, we are very alike. And as I look now she will look then. I hope you appreciate that as much as you appreciate her looks now?"

The young man's eyes wore now glued to Mary's body which made her tingle. Never before had a man stared so openly at her revealed charms and that warmed her nearly as much as the breeze of the Holy Spirit.

"You are very beautiful Ma'am, I am really impressed. You look even better than I have imagined in my dreams," the young man said and then hesitated looking them over again. He was honest; he really was impressed by what he saw. Both his fiancée and her mother looked very tempting. And the promise that his future wife would grew even more beautiful made it even better. But he wanted to see more right away and decided to try his luck. "But . . ., well . . . how should I put it . . . well . . . how do I know that what I see is for real? I mean there are so many ways to enhance the looks by means of the clothing which I know little about. Your charms look so utterly nice but will they be the same out of the dress so to speak? I must know before I decide to go on with the wedding."

Mary showed faked anger but in fact she had anticipated that he would press them further. She tried to argue with him for quite a while not wanting to give in too easily. But it was no use. The young man became more and more persistent. Silently Mary had to admit that he was right. Hardly any brides were virgins at their wedding nights anymore. Mary knew that most of them were very thoroughly broken in and experienced, quite a few with several men. And now she demanded that this young man should marry her daughter without even knowing what she looked like in the nude. But she had to keep up for the sake of her husband's very strict morale.

"That's an outrageous request," Mary exclaimed looking sternly at him. But he didn't even flinch but looked calmly back. They stared at each other for quite some time. Then Mary gave in.

"Well then young man. I know that my daughter is deeply in love with you and that is worth a great sacrifice. But seeing her in the nude is of course out of the question. As we look so similar I will stand in for her. Of course it's too out of the question that I let you see me completely in the nude but from what I will show you surely will be able to derive how lovely my daughter looks. And how she will look in the future you can see immediately. Not many young men are given such an opportunity. Do we have a deal?"

The young man just nodded. He was flabbergasted and tried hard not to let it show. To be shown the lovely mature body of his mother-in-law, a woman he had always regarded as very strict with an impeccable morale, was much more than he had expected. It was probably the only chance he would get in his whole life. To see his bride-to-be could wait. He was already convinced that she had a marvelous body.

"Very well then, let's get it over with." Mary said sternly. Her body trembled from the thought of what she was going to do and was anxious not to let it show in her voice.

"Go and sit in that chair over there," Mary said suddenly all business. "And stay there," she added. She took her daughter into an adjoining room and quickly slipped out of her dress and underwear. She put on the wide gown she had sawn the previous day.

Well, 'gown' doesn't tell the truth of the garment although it was cut and sawn like one. But it was made from the sheerest of cloth and completely see-through in the right lightning unless two or more layers were put over each other. But in Mary's shrewd mind she wasn't naked and if her husband somehow got wind of it she would truthfully say that she indeed had been wearing a gown.

Mary sent the daughter into the room to put out the lights making the room completely dark. She went in after her and stood motionless in the dark picking up courage. She took a deep breath and flicked a switch. A number of spotlights came on and Mary stood in the center of their light.

The young man became speechless to say the least. He had expected to see Mary in flimsy underwear perhaps braless even. From what Mary had said he had never believed that she would stand before him completely in the nude although covered by the briefest of cloth. But the lightning was arranged in such a way that the cloth itself became invisible. Mary knew exactly how to move and stand to give the views she wanted to show. She had practiced all morning in front of a big mirror.

At first Mary gave him a full frontal view with the spots coming from both sides exactly as she had planned. Her big firm breasts very enhanced by shadows and looked marvelous. She stood still except for pushing her pelvis forward to show her rich bush that she had brushed to shine in the light.

Mary then turned slowly around to show her great body from all sides. She stood still for quite a while showing her great ass. Then she very slowly completed the turn.

That was as much as Mary had planned to show the young priest. But suddenly her body started to move in quite another fashion. It was like someone had taken over her will and body. She started to sway her hips more and more and then bended over wriggling her ass from side to side shifting her legs. The full round ass was a marvelous sight which she knew. She took a step to the side to catch the light from an up light spot placed on the floor. It was now under her robe and the light flooded along her lovely thighs to light up her most sacred part. She moved her feet wide apart and swayed her hips again.

Mary rose and turned slightly to show her nicely rounded belly and that her heavy breasts didn't sag more than nature required. She moved and turned with flowing movements to let him admire her from every angle. She got turned on from the sighs and heavy breathing coming from the dark and her show became much longer than she had planned. But eventually she came to her senses and flipped the switch again and disappeared. Her daughter later told that she had performed for at least ten minutes.

Mary allowed her daughter to be alone with the young man for half an hour but as always the door was open. But Mary wasn't able to listen in or pay attention to what they might do. She was all too busy. She fell down on her knees and thanked her Lord and prayed that her show would count as a sacrifice. She wasn't all too sure about that. But she immediately got her answer. The Holy Spirit came to her as soon as she finished her prayer embracing her with his warm breeze. It was much warmer than normal, rather hot, she thought. But she loved when it whirled eagerly around her body concentration on her boobs and nether region. Suddenly it went inside her filling her sacred tunnel with really hot air. She gasped and enjoyed immensely.

The thought that it might be the Lords opposite number from downstairs that practiced foul play and had ridden her already during the performance never crossed her mind. She totally believed in God and his helpers to look after her and console her when needed.

When her embrace with the Spirit, Holy or not, had reached a satisfactory ending and she had calmed down she went to see what the youngsters were doing. To her relief she found that they were talking, embracing each other in an almost acceptable manner.

She had no idea that they had been able to follow her encounter with the Spirit and when he finished her off they separated too. But the young man now knew all about Lucy´s boobs and was very happy with his findings. She, on the other hand, was very pleased with the size and hardness of his tool.

The next morning the mother and daughter had another lengthy talk. Lucy told that her fiancé really had liked what he was shown and had highly praised both Mary's body and the way she presented it to him. He hadn't at all expected such a performance he had said but was very happy for it. Now he was fully convinced that his bride-to-be physically had everything a man could wish.

Mary was very pleased and comforted to hear that. She had woken up with severe doubts about the propriety of what she claimed that she had been forced to do. She had told herself over and over that her daughter's happiness justified everything she had done. The daughter thanked her profoundly for her great sacrifice and smiled inwardly. All went according to plan.

Mary's reluctant mode changed when the vicar came home and told that the dreadful woman had asked for counsel already the next day. They talked for a long time and Mary several times repeated her offer to help the vicar find out more about the dreadful sins. He admitted that it might be useful but was very reluctant. Nothing was decided when they went for the evening prayer together. The vicar went directly to bed afterwards. Mary thought carefully about it and made a plan.

Mary woke up early and went to pray after freshening up. She smiled happily when she almost at once felt the touch of the Holy Spirit. It felt like soft warm kisses all over her naked round ass.

"Like that, don't you? I just wish that the vicar shared your taste," she said. There were some hard but not unpleasant gusts pushing her away from the altar. "Oh my, my. You are eager this morning. You want to have me in bed, don't you?" Mary said happily, as always believing that she got a message

She felt like being pushed back to her bed where she lay outstretched in the nude. The Spirit followed and made her hot. The husband soon woke up and immediately got turned on by the sight of his lovely wife. He wasted no time moving over and give the morning service she was eagerly longing for.

When the wife and the vicar had performed to their full satisfaction and savored the afterglow embracing each other Mary again brought up the subject from the previous night. She said that she had sought advice from their Lord and had been reassured that the sin would be forgiven immediately since the act would be performed for such a noble reason. She also reminded him that she was more than willing to let him use her body for that sacred fact-finding.

The vicar said little but complained about the woman. When he was ready to leave Mary kissed him and matter-of-factly told him that she would wait for him in the vestry in case he was in the need for her services.

She came a little early although she knew that the woman would use the allotted time to the last minute. She told the chaplain that she should meet her husband and went into the vestry.

She quickly got out of her modest dress and stood for a little while in just bra and panties. She liked the vestry with its old atmosphere feeling so close to her Lord in there. Suddenly she felt a soft breeze sweep over her body.

"Will that be you, Smokey?" She asked aloud. "How nice that you have come to join me." She smiled sweetly. The breeze then got rather strong and chilly. "Oh yes of course, right away. How could I forget how you like it, Smokey?" She thought that she had been intimate with the Holy Spirit long enough to call him by pet name when they were alone. But she never did when he came as the Lord´s errand man.

Mary quickly took her bra and panties off and the breeze immediately calmed to the soft warm breeze she loved. That the door to the vestry had no lock didn't disturb her, but, well, it might be that it excited her. She fully trusted the Lord to look after her but of course even he could be disturbed and miss a thing or two.

Mary leaned over the table top and let the breeze comfort her luscious body. Suddenly she felt like feather light grips on her hips nudging her to move her feet wide apart. Although the grip she felt was very light it felt like she was held in place very firmly. She felt a nudge at the entrance to her sacred tunnel.

"Oh, Smokey my love, will there be two of you? You want a double penetration then? How lovely, you know how much I want to repay for all the help and comfort the Lord gives me. I will do my very best to accommodate both of you," she exclaimed.

Her sacred tunnel immediately got invaded and it felt like what had invaded her inflated, filling up every notch and fold. She could now move and writhed violently bucking and rolling her ass. The breeze swirled all around her luscious body and sent hot blows over her boobs. She quickly joined the Lord in heaven.

Mary slowly winded down. They were a few lazy swirls from the breeze before it died away.

"Thank you very much my dear Smokey and of course you too Gabriel. Give my best regards to our Lord and tell him how much I appreciate his kindness to send both of you to prepare me for my next important task. As you of course know I am here to console my poor husband who has been severely tempted this morning by that knock out woman."

She had hardly said that when the door opened. She didn't even turn to see who entered but remained spread out over the table deliberately wriggling her round ass. She hoped that Gabriel's approach was a presage of what to come.

"Come and get your reward for being so considerate with that woman. I know you are in a hurry because the Holy Spirit has been here to prepare me and not only him. He had brought Gabriel too."

Of course she knew what she was doing and how foul talk of that kind turned him on. She loved to do it although it really wasn't necessary. He had come because the woman had turned him on with her deliberately dirty talk and he needed a relief to be able to cope with the rest of his day. The sight of his wife's lovely wriggling ass made him rock hard in an instant. He flung his clothes around. He was so blinded by lust that he didn't care if he got caught. Maybe he too relied on the Lord.

He stood behind her and grabbed the naked hips. His will told him to stop what he was about to do. Mary was now extremely alert and sensitive to his moods. She felt his hesitation but also that he was very close to perform the sin she so dearly longed for. She moved her ass backwards and felt the rigid pole touch her. She shivered and pressed backwards some more and felt the head slide into position.

The vicar lost the rest of his willpower when the tip of his clerical wand got engulfed by soft warm flesh. With a not very clerical roar he lunged forward forcing himself in to the hilt. Mary gave up a cry of utterly lust that was seldom heard in the vestry. She was in heaven. At last the vicar had taken her in the position she had longed for during twenty years.

Mary was a fast thinker in such matters. She knew she wasn't experienced taking a man from behind. Maybe that was why the Lord had sent Gabriel to prepare her? She had to make it real good for her beloved vicar, so good that he couldn't resist coming back. She had to hold back and not be carried away by her own pleasure.

And she did just that in rich amount. She had been thinking so much about it and read what could be found. She instinctively did all the right things, moving her body and ass, using her well trained and exercised pussy with all its possibilities giving him the outmost pleasure. Towards the end she allowed some pleasure for herself and they came together in a shuddering climax.

The vicar remained standing behind her for quite some time caressing her upper body. Mary rose slightly to give him access to her boobs which he immediately used.

Finally he withdrew letting Mary up from her spread out position.

"Let's pray and thank our Lord," Mary said and went to the small alter. She knelt, still completely in the nude. At once she felt the warm breeze and feather light hands caress her ass. The hands went down her thighs and back up on the soft inner side.

"Hi there guys, still around, are you? Liked to watch?" Mary said in a very jolly mode. She felt reassured that the Lord already had forgiven them had they committed any sin.

"What, what did you say," the vicar said now kneeling at her side.

"I was thanking our Lord," Mary said. "I feel that he understands and approves that we had to find out and learn."

"Yes, I feel the same. But I think we have more to study and learn," the vicar said to Mary's utterly astonishment and great joy. She felt a clerical hand on her ass that squeezed hard for a moment before moving up through her cleft of Venus.

The vicar rose and got dressed. He hugged the still naked Mary, a very promising hug Mary thought, before he left in a hurry. Mary slowly dressed feeling very satisfied and at ease. She spent the rest of the day planning for the wedding.

At bedtime while they went upstairs the vicar shyly asked if they could have another learning session. Mary smiled sweetly at him. They got ready for bed. Mary was first and went into their praying room. But she had forgot to put on her nightdress. As soon as she knelt before the crucifix she felt the presence of the Spirit and soon a warm breeze engulfed her.

The vicar followed suit and stopped dead admiring his wife. That he was against taking her from behind didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy the sight of her lovely behind. She felt his presence and knew how to carry herself in the kneeling position to look her very best. She knew that she looked extremely sexy lying on her knees bending forward. Her slim waist and full round bottom were enhanced and she wriggled her hips to show how soft but firm her ass was. She spread her knees to let the ripe plum at the top of her smooth thighs show.

The vicar forgot why he had come into the room and took a few steps forward and put his hands on the ass cheeks so proudly presented to him. He squeezed them and caressed them all over. Mary laughed throatily when she heard the vicar's night gown fall to the floor. Another of her dreams was about to come true.
She took a deliberate risk and slipped down from the foot stool she was kneeling on and knelt directly on the carpeted floor. She bent over even more until she stood on all fours. She smiled when the vicar gripped her hips and moved in close. His very erect tool nudged her entrance and she rocked backwards when he moved forward. Their combined motions drew the vicar's pole deep into Mary's waiting pussy making him grunt and her to scream of pleasure.

Then the vicar gave her poor bottom a banging it never had felt before. Mary loved every new thrust more than the last and couldn't get enough. Mary soon felt that the vicar had taken control and that she could relax and just receive and enjoy in full. The vicar needed no encouragement or finesse to get the greatest joy.

After some time of vigorous banging the vicar slowed down. Mary had already come four or five times, she had lost count, and welcomed a rest. But had the vicar went on banging hard into her she would have supported him like she now supported his new behavior. The only important thing just now was that the vicar got massive enjoyment, so massive that he couldn't withstand it in the future. That he gave Mary such a marvelous time on the way was a great bonus.

The vicar kept fucking in a slow pace for some time until he suddenly geared up. Mary had had a series of smaller orgasms and was delirious. But now she felt that the great climax had to be nursed from her too.

And it became great, really great. It was so great that it could be heard all over the house. Their daughter woke up and smiled broadly but wondered what had happen. So much noise wasn't common.

The vicar stumbled into bed after a very short and somewhat confused prayer. He was totally exhausted. Mary stayed behind and had a good talk with her Lord and his helpers which convinced Mary that receiving the vicar from behind was no sin at all. They all ensured her that they really had enjoyed watching them getting the best out of it. It made Mary a bit embarrassed before she remembered that of course the three of them knew everything that went on.

The next morning Mary woke up feeling utterly good. She stretched her body in bed and felt a lovely soreness. She smiled wickedly at the thought of what had taken place the day before and was very impressed of the vicar who had taken her so lovely and vigorously three times in one day. She stood to freshen up. Afterwards she went into the praying room. The room welcomed her with lovely memories from the night before. She again thanked her Lord and felt a slight breeze against her naked body.

On the way back to her bed a naughty thought struck her. She went into her closet and from the top shelf pulled down a big hard cushion that she had bought several years earlier but had had no use for so far. Now was the time she thought grinningly.

She went back to bed and lay face down with her lower belly propped up on the cushion. Her ass was tilted up in a most lewd position that got even lewder when she spread her thighs. The breeze got warmer and more persistent and suddenly she felt the feather light hands on her body. She smiled broadly.

"You like me this way, don't you guys," she giggled. "And I like you, both of you. Go ahead, you do it so lovely." She felt her birth canal being filled to the brim and the filling expanded her to the limit. "Oh my dearest arch angel Gabriel, you really are horny this morning. I love it, you know that," Mary exclaimed and was then lost in pleasure for some time.

Mary came to when her husband stirred. He sat up and like the morning before made big eyes when he saw his wife propped up in a most lewd and lovely way. His priestly wand at once forgot its soreness and sprang into life. Before the vicar had reached his wife the tool stood at full attention.

If what he was about to do was a sin or not never crossed the vicar's mind. The sight was too overwhelming to resist. He moved in between his wife's spread thighs and grabbed her hips. He was met by Mary's hand as always ready to guide and help. But it was hardly necessary. The way to the target was easy to find and follow by the soft palings formed by Mary's thighs. In one swift motion he moved forward and entered his target.

Mary was ready and rocked backwards when she felt the ram touch her. But she hadn't need to. The vicar had enough speed and force to get all the way into her. Now their combined movements caused a hard impact that made the vicar to grunt and Mary to cry out of pleasure.

The vicar rested for a while on top of Mary's round, soft ass. She moved it slightly giving him great pleasure. He got wild and pleasured them both in such a great way that convinced both of them that doing it from behind was now a most favored position.

The vicar was in no hurry this morning. It was Sunday and the service wasn't until eleven. He enjoyed resting on top of Mary's lovely upturned ass long after he had left her love canal. The thought that it might be wrong and something only snakes did no longer crossed his mind. He just enjoyed the soft roundness. Mary felt utterly happy and was also very pleased with her husband's great ability. He had taken her excellently four times in less than twenty-four hours. At his age that was something to be real happy about she thought.

At the service she watched the vicar and the woman. The vicar suddenly was self-assured in her presence. The lady tried all her tricks and got frustrated when the vicar didn't react as he used to do. She laid it on even thicker; unbuttoning, parting her thighs and pulling her skirts higher up but all in vain. Mary realized a bit sad that the vicar wouldn't need her services in the vestry during the last hymn. She had enjoyed it.

After the service Mary happened to stand close to the woman. Mary smiled pleasantly at her and made small talk. Mary suddenly found her quite pleasant and realized that she really owed the woman a great deal. Without her Mary would still be ignorant about receiving a man from behind. Now she was sure that would be a frequent part of their pleasant nightly plays.

Mary also thought about that she had reached her target. But on the other hand there was another target that she so far had given only very brief thoughts. But now she decided that it was time for that one. But it would be very hard to reach. Sodomy was clearly mentioned in the bible as a sin. Mary's butt region clenched when she thought about it.

- - - - - That evening Mary's world was turned upside down. Her daughter came to her after having met her boyfriend at a church meeting.

Crying she told that the young priest had said that although he now was sure that she had an adorable and sexy body he had no idea if she was anything worth in bed. He was reluctant to marry a girl that might turn out to be ignorant or even worse, frigid. The daughter had tried to convince him that her mother had taught her thoroughly everything she knew and had told him over and over that she liked the prospect of having sex with him as soon as they got married. But he had said that he wanted proof that Mary knew her way around in bed and that she could please a man. He knew very well that the vicar was a clergyman of the old school and probably had sex only to produce a child and that was a long time ago.

Mary cried silently in bed and in the middle of the night went up to pray. She prayed for a long time before she got comforted by the familiar warm soothing breeze. She smiled and spread her arms in an embrace. But the breeze went cold and came in hard under her night gown lifting it and spreading it like a balloon. She quickly understood the meaning.

"Oh forgive me my dearest Holy Spirit. I am a little slow tonight. I quite forgot how you want me. With this rigid dress on you can't caress me as you want to do."

She rose and pulled the night dress over head. She stood in the middle of the small room to give the Spirit a spectacular view. She felt his breath all over her and moved to lean over the small altar ring. The breath went a little cold again when it couldn't get in easily between her thighs and Mary quickly understood and spread her feet wide. She was rewarded immediately when the Spirit invaded her sacred chamber.

15 minutes later she went back to her bed and exhausted fell asleep. When she woke up she felt lovely sore and found that she had a solution to her distress.

Later that morning she phoned a maid that she had heard about. She was well reputed for her skill to serve at dinner parties. But she had another great skill, known mostly by women with sons, that was offered as an extra service at special parties. It was absolutely not free of charge but she always delivered value for money in rich amount. There never was any complaint. At parties held to celebrate a young man's eighteens birthday if asked she would stay behind and sneak into the young man's bedroom. In the morning the young man was no longer a boy but an adult man and when he woke up he smiled like a Cheshire cat. After the initial introduction she delivered what the young man wanted or she thought that he ought to wish and stayed as long as he wanted until day break. Rumors said that at some rich families she had stayed several days or even weeks to be at the young man's beck and call. Or she delivered what she and his good mother thought the young man should learn.

So Mary made the call and gave the code word she had been told, that she planned a party for an eighteen year old boy. The maid calmly answered that it was al right with her and were there any special instructions for the party? They met and went through the whole thing and set a date a week later.

Mary told her daughter that she after long and painful considerations had come to the conclusion that the daughter's happiness had the highest priority and if it really was needed Mary was prepared to make another sacrifice, even greater this time, much greater indeed. She was willing to give the young man a sample or two of her considerable skill in the marital business. But there were several rules to be obeyed or the deal was off.

The daughter cried of joy and profoundly thanked her mother.

On the selected day when the young priest came to the house he was received at the door by the maid and led to the dining room where the mother and daughter already waited. He got very surprised, he hadn't expected a full dinner. He got even more surprised at the dresses. They were low cut and clung to the women's body like gloves. It had never happened when the vicar was present. The women obviously liked to dress up like that.

The maid, dressed in an equally low cut dress with short skirt, served an excellent meal. The mother and daughter made pleasant small talk throughout the dinner. The young man was then left on his own in the dining room and offered port and cheese and a cigar which he declined. He wasn't too surprised because he thought that his future mother-in-law was preparing for the great sacrifice his bride-to-be had told him was the reason for the dinner invitation.

The maid finally came to fetch him and took him to an upstairs guest room. To his big surprise she showed him that a panel was removed. Behind it were three holes in the wall. She told him that they had been used in the old times when the ladies in the house secretly wanted to divert themselves without disclosing their identity. She pointed out that the dividing wall was rather thin because panels on both sides now were removed.

The maid then put out the light and told him to look through the holes. The adjoining room was dark. But suddenly he heard his future mother-in-law call his name. The maid giggling whispered to him that he had to stay on this side and would be serviced through the holes for decency reasons. She told him to get undressed and disappeared.

He heard Mary whispering telling him to move close to the wall and put his tool through the big hole in the middle and his hands through the other two. Almost immediately his tool was engulfed by a warm mouth. He was slowly and very skillfully sucked to full hardness while his dangling balls were equally skillfully fondled. The woman on the other side slowed down the pace and played with him for quite a while carefully avoiding to get him to near climax. He tried to reach her head but found that the holes were placed too far apart for that.

After a heavenly time his future mother-in-law withdrew. He tried to look for her but the room was completely dark. But she soon was back only that she now stood up. She grabbed his tool and carefully caressed her cleft of Venus not forgetting her pleasure button. He felt that she was wet and ready and suddenly she spun around and pressed her bottom against him. She grabbed him and directed his hot rod into her waiting love canal. Then he got a fuck that he would never forget. She went slow, she went fast, she squeezed him or was loose. He never knew what she would feel like when he pushed forward. The wall hampered him but the hole was wide enough to allow most of her bottom to be on his side.

He grabbed her hips through the other holes and held her firmly while he banged hard. He heard muffled moans and cries and then suddenly reached his target with a roar. He fell back when the woman moved forward leaving the hole.

He sat down to regain his composure. He heard a knock on the door and the maid asked if he was decent. He quickly put his clothes back on. She then followed him to the entrance door and closed it behind him.

Mary, Lucy and the maid talked it over and were very satisfied with the outcome. The future son-in-law had on his way out expressed his deep satisfaction when the maid asked if he had had a pleasant evening. Mary thanked her profusely for her great performance. Because, as she explained to her daughter, never in her life that she would accept the threat from the future son-in-law and let him fuck her. Now the maid had given him the promised sample of what good fuckers there were in this household.

The next day her daughter told her that her fiancé had asked for a meeting the following afternoon. Mary was very pleased assuming that he wanted to talk about the wedding plans. When the vicar had performed his evening service with her and fallen asleep she quietly went to thank her Lord again. Almost at once she felt the warm breeze on her body. This time she hadn't waited for Smokey to arrive but had taken off her night dress in advance which she felt was appreciated. It was a long time since the Spirit had been so good in caressing her body. She went to sleep very much at ease and slept fitfully the entire night.

The next afternoon she waited together with her daughter for the future son-in-law to arrive which he did at the exact time. As soon as he was seated in the drawing room and had been served a glass of wine he turned to Mary.

"You have cheated on me," he said angrily. "The other night. That sample of your skill you had promised me was given by another woman, probably the maid. It was excellent I have to admit that, but it wasn't you. I am still not certain if you know how to take care of a man in bed and thus are able to teach your daughter properly."

Mary tried to cut him off asking how he could say such a thing when she had done the outmost sacrifice to meet his outrageous demands. But he just laughed at her.

"How I know? That's easy. First thing is that you didn't wear any lipstick and my cock had lipstick all over it. Secondly, the ass presented to me and which I fucked silly was very nice but it wasn't yours. Compared to your marvelous ass that I saw last week this one was almost skinny. Pleasant but skinny. That's how I know."

Mary sat quiet trying to find something to say. She was about to speak but she couldn't tell a lie. She was speechless now that her well designed plan had failed.

"Oh, . . . well, . . . you see, . . . well, I couldn't fulfill your outrageous demand. It was out of the question. I am married to the vicar and can't do such a thing with any man not talking about my future son-in-law. You have to understand that young man," she said trying to get the upper hand back.

But the young man just laughed at her.

"We had a deal. You set up the rules, didn't you, which I accepted. But I will give you another chance because I am truly in love with your daughter. I will come back tomorrow afternoon. You can let me fuck you then, but it will be in daylight and you have to be completely naked. And no glory holes or tricks with hired maids. And I am to choose how you should perform and how I will take you.

If you refuse there are two possibilities. Either your daughter has to prove for herself that she is as able to satisfy a man as you say she is. I know that she is a virgin, at least I hope so, and I can't expect her to be experienced. But I will know if she has the talent for it. If also that is refused then the wedding is off. I can't take chances like that as it will affect my entire life." He rose and went to the door. "I will be back tomorrow at one o'clock. Be ready with your answer then." He left the room and Mary's daughter ran after him crying.

Mary slumped back in her chair. Never had she believed that her naughty scam which she thought was the right thing to do given the circumstances would lead to such a catastrophe. It was now even worse than before. To save the wedding she or her daughter would have to fuck that monstrous young man and on his terms. Had she surrendered already from the beginning she could have come out of it with a blowjob and perhaps a short glory hole fuck to prove her ability. Now only heaven knew what she would have to go through.

Her distress had been even greater if she had seen and heard the lovers. They embraced at the door as they lately had been allowed to do. But the girl wasn't crying, not anymore.

"You were marvelous," Lucy whispered. "I am sure that she will come to her senses tomorrow and let us be together rather than pulling her knickers down for you. She does everything for me."

Mary was upset the rest of the day. When it was time for bed Mary flatly denied the vicar his usual evening pleasure in his wife's pussy. She claimed that she didn't feel well which the truth was.

Mary couldn't sleep as she turned her great distress over in her mind again and again. She knew that she must have reached a decision the next day and that made it even worse. So in the middle of the night she went up to pray.

She prayed for a very long time telling her Lord everything that had happened claiming that she had had no other choice. The Lord took his time sending someone to console her. She was waiting in the nude and felt so cold that she decided to go back to bed.

That was a good move. As soon as she had settled in her bedclothes were lifted by a strong wind that embraced her body. It was so strong that it blew the bedclothes away from her body but also warm enough to make her feel very comfortable. Had her husband woken up he would have got a lovely sight of her luscious body in a tempting position. He would have wondered why he had been denied her pleasures earlier that night.

The Spirit embraced her entire body and she felt very well. She started to tremble and soon a feeling of happiness filled her body giving her a temporary relief. But her distress came back but now she was so tired that she fell asleep. The Spirit stayed and kept her warm in a firm embrace.

Towards the morning she started to dream. She saw how her daughter tried to hold onto her fiancé that moved away from her but lost her grip. She started to weep. Mary felt the warmth from the Spirit but also hands that moved all over her body caressing and exploring. Suddenly she felt something hard poke at her cleft of Venus and slide into her well lubricated love tunnel. She got completely filled up and the invader kept on growing in all directions. It felt so lovely that she fainted. When she came too in her dream she was still filled up and hands turned her body into many positions. Mary felt like she got the best fuck in the world and when the hands put her on all fours she became hilarious.
She woke up in early morning feeling completely at ease. When she thought about her problem she found that she knew exactly what to do. She also felt sore, but sore in a very lovely way especially in her female parts.

She marveled about it for a while and suddenly got a revelation. She gave a laugh.

"Oh Holy Son, was that really you? I didn't know . . . I had no idea . . . I never thought that you were such a man. And that you knew how to do such things. It was so utterly lovely." She giggled at the memory and suddenly it dawned on her. "Oh, it must have been that bitch Mary Magdalene who taught you so well. I have of course heard the rumors about you and her but haven't known what to believe. Maybe she wasn't a bitch after all. But she sure had the knowledge having been such a loose woman. I now understand why you chose her to be a follower, sweet Jesus. Clever, very clever I must say to have a woman of her looks and skill handy at all times."

"What, what did you say," Mary heard her husband call from his bed and realized that she had been talking aloud to her Lord, the lover.

Her husband sat up and looked around .He nearly choked when he saw the lovely sight of his wife spread out in the nude in a most inviting position still glowing from her recent encounter.

"Are you feeling well? Why are you naked?" he asked concerned with a rapidly growing erection.

"That's because I was expecting my dear Lord and Master to claim his conjugal rights and wanted to be ready to fulfill my marital duties especially as he was denied his rights last night," she answered in a very jolly mode. Her pussy had absolutely no objection to be invaded. "Come my dear vicar and fill me. My pussy is longing for something big and hard." Some nice dirty talk was good for his stamina, she knew.

The vicar rose and so did his wand. He walked over to his wife and got rid of his night shirt on the way. She moved over and opened her legs in a most lewd position.

The vicar became very pleased by his wife and she was equally pleased by her husband. The lay together in the afterglow, feeling very happy.

Mary spent the morning preparing mentally for what she had to do. She rehearsed several times what she planned to say and took her time choosing what to wear. She wanted to look her best but also impressive. She felt a little nervous but not as much as she had expected. Shamefully she admitted to herself that what she had to do turned her on.

When the young man arrived he was met by his fiancée who told him to follow her to the upstairs guestroom with the panels. Lucy was puzzled and told him that she didn't know what her mother had decided but that she probably again would try to negotiate them both out of the situation. When he started to protest Mary came into the room silencing him. She was dressed in an exquisite negligee and high heels.

"Young man, your outrageous request will be met in full although I have to commit a great sin and put horns on my poor husband. If a single word gets out I am sure he will kill himself and probably me too. Before we start let me tell you on thing: This is the last sacrifice I will make in this matter. It has been too many already although I have to admit that I tried to cheat on you and didn't fulfill my promise which was wrong, very wrong indeed and a sin too. I should have said no already then. But my daughter has begged me to do this last great sacrifice for her sake and so be it because of her happiness.

Young man, consider this carefully. If you have any other request before you accept to marry my daughter, tell me now. I will do whatever it takes to fulfill my promise today but I will not accept to be black mailed once more. Then the wedding is off and I will tell my husband the vicar no matter the consequences. I guess your career is at stake here as well as my life."

Mary stood erect watching the young man, a very impressive woman she had become. He was flabbergasted, not at the sight of the nearly naked Mary but of the way she had taken the lead. He had expected to meet a trembling, crying woman trying to beg her way out of what she called the greatest of sacrifices.

The young priest thought carefully about what Mary had said. No, he had no more requests. He had already got far more than he had expected when they first planned the whole thing, he and his bride-to-be. And now this marvelous woman would pull her knickers down for him and a lot more. Suddenly he got nervous and started to shiver. What about if he failed? The daughter had told him that Mary indeed was a very experienced and skilled woman. What about if he couldn't satisfy her?

"No ma'am, I have no more requests after this one. If there are no more tricks or scams I will be most happy to marry your daughter," he said boldly.

"Very well, it's settled then. Let's start and get it over with," Mary said looking sternly at him. "I think you should leave us now," she told her daughter who hesitantly left the room. She too was flabbergasted, she hadn't expected that outcome and her mother's appearance had shocked her.

"How do you want to proceed? How do you want me to prove my ability?" Mary asked matter-of-factly when the door closed behind her daughter. She watched him for a little while. Then she softened.

"I think I have to start giving some help. It doesn't seem like much fire in those pants," she said and moved close to him cupping his crotch. And she was right. He was totally limp and so impressed that he didn't know what to do.

But Mary handled the situation showing already from the beginning what a skilled woman she was in such matters. She undressed the young man and let him fumble his way into her negligee caressing her body. She fondled him and when he started to show the right signs she took him in her mouth and proved her talents. In fact, he later told the daughter, she was far better than the maid.

When he was ready to move on Mary asked how he wanted to take her. She smiled inwardly of great joy when he declared that he wanted her to go down on all fours. Mary trembled of anticipation when he grabbed her hips and when the tip of his cock touched her entrance she moaned highly, a moan that turned into a cry when he pushed on and got inside.

Mary's well trained pussy started making it wonders but Mary soon realized that the young man wasn't very experienced. She quickly slowed down to half speed not to make him come prematurely. Mary steered the entire operation to a happy ending for herself and an erupting orgasm for the young man that made him fall down on the bed totally exhausted.

Mary lay down at his side and waited patiently. When she thought about it she was happy that he wasn't too experienced. The two young lovers could develop together and hopefully find happiness in each other. It was good that none was too far in front of the other. They would teach each other.

When the young man revived Mary sat up and looked at him. He smiled happily at the lovely sight at his side looking very at ease. But Mary had other plans.

"Well young man, do you now think I know my way around in bed? Do you now believe that I have taught my daughter useful things? Are you convinced that she has learnt enough from me to satisfy you?"

"Oh yes, you were marvelous," he said. "Much, much better than I had thought was possible married as you are to the vicar with his old fashioned morale. And I am sure that you haven't played around, there are no rumors whatsoever. On the contrary, you are said to be very religious and devoted to your husband. So how come that you know so much?"

"Oh, you shouldn't be so prejudiced being a priest and all. Isn't love the base of our religion? And being religious doesn't mean that you can't enjoy the marital pleasures. My husband the vicar does that in rich amount and me too of course. He might be hardnosed and old fashioned in his believes but he certainly knows how to fulfill a woman's needs and desires. I really hope that you will be as able."

Mary smiled at the young priest who didn't believe his ears. Was the old fashioned vicar really as great in bed as Mary said? But he got no time to ask another question.

"Well, young man, taking about being able," Mary said smiling mischievously. "Well, I think my daughter will ask for more than this on her wedding night. We have better find out if you are able to meet her requirements now when we have established the fact that she knows her way around." Mary made a small pause. "I certainly want another round. So far I have only got warmed up."

But Mary was soft and took great concern in helping the poor young man back to life. She put in her considerable skill using the resources of her voluptuous body. And finally she was rewarded by a nice hard erection that lasted long enough to give her a long shuddering orgasm which she deserved so well.

Meanwhile Lucy wandered around the house with mixed feelings to say the least. She wasn't at all happy with how the whole thing had progressed. It had started with some crude jokes from her fiancé about her father being very old fashioned and Victorian and her mother a very strict lady. He doubted if they ever fucked and if they did it had to be a quick affair in the dark. He certainly hoped that his fiancée wasn't like them. Lucy knowing very well what a good life her parents had together in bed and what a hot woman her mother was tried to tell him how wrong he was. But he laughingly said that he didn't believe her and dared her to prove him wrong. She was very upset and without thinking said that she would make her mother pull her knickers down in front of him to prove him wrong. Together they worked out a plan.

Lucy hadn't taken into account though that her mother never did anything half heartedly. Mary's performance had really been a surprise to both of them. It had become much more than they had expected. And then the young priest talked her into pushing it a bit further hoping that it would lead to that Mary allowed them to be more intimate already before the wedding. But they hadn't counted on Mary's absolute refusal to let her daughter be intimately involved. Mary's solution with the maid as a stand in had taken Lucy by surprise and made her feeling bad, really bad. She didn't want her fiancé to fuck another woman. But she couldn't stop it without telling the truth. And it got even worse when her fiancé discovered the scam accusing her to be part of it and demanded the real Mary.

And now she again had miscalculated her mother's reaction. She had really believed that Mary would back off and negotiate a way out of the situation. The young couple had agreed on to settle for something less than going all the way, maybe caressing in the nude and a blow job. She was as hot blooded as her mother and really wanted to feel his hands and tongue caress her and lick her burning pussy and to make him come in her mouth. But Mary had taken command and not tried to negotiate. No, on the contrary, she had been very determined to go through with it without any hesitation whatsoever.

Lucy didn't like it all. She had no doubt that Mary would prove her ability and give her fiancé a life time experience. She tried to justify it mentally by that she had told her fiancé to ask to fuck her mother from behind which she knew was Mary's dearest wish. She didn't know then that Mary already had reached that goal.

She was worried. And she couldn't understand what took them so long. She knew fairly well how long it took Mary to satisfy her father and herself. Mary had educated Lucy in the same way as she had been educated by her mother. Learning by watching was the second best Mary thought and had invited her daughter to watch the parents in action from the praying room. It was much better than standing behind the curtain Mary had said. Lucy could sit very comfortably in the dark. She discovered already the first time that there was no need for decent clothing and during the second that her father was too occupied by her mother's charms to notice if there were another set of moans and small cries. Mary had noticed though and flashed her smiles now and then. Lucy was taught as methodically as Mary had been with several sessions and long talks. That Mary would test her fiancé by demanding a second round was absolutely not in her book.

When they finally came out of the guestroom the fiancé looked exhausted and Mary glowed looking much relived and vivid. The fiancé praised Mary and said that she was far better than Lucy had said. He looked forward to the wedding night he said with a grin.

Lucy got somewhat consoled when Mary later told her that although the young priest knew the basics he wasn't experienced. He probably hadn't had more than one or two women and only in brief affairs according to Mary's judgment. Lucy was determined to make their marriage a good one like her parents. Mary convinced her that they would discover all the pleasantries of marital life together and Lucy could easily take the lead with all the knowledge learnt from Mary.

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The wedding was a success. The bridal couple looked marvelous and the ceremony in church went very well with the vicar doing the service. The dinner had been excellent and dancing had gone on until late. Mary had been invited to dance by several of the bride groom's friends. They were all a little drunk from champagne and held Mary firm and close. She had never before had so many hard cocks pressed against her and she had helped some of them on the way by pressing their noses down into her generous cleavage in dark corners. She had enjoyed herself immensely being very happy that the marriage at last was fulfilled.

Well, for the marriage to be fulfilled needed one more thing, Mary reminded herself. The party broke up and the bridal couple was brought back to the vicarage where the marriage was supposed to be consummated. Or, as Mary liked to think about it with a twitch in her pussy, the defloration.

She had talked a great deal about it with her daughter, telling her what great importance the outcome of the defloration had since they had worked so hard to keep her a true virgin. There must not be the slightest doubt in the husband's mind that Lucy wasn't a virgin Mary had said over and over.

Mary had also told her that the women in Mary's family had an excellent hymen for the purpose. It had been known already from Mary's great grandmother and she sincerely hoped that her daughter had inherited the same build.

Mary had described to Lucy how it had worked for her. When the young vicar entered her his cock head was engulfed by rubber-like springy tissue. When he pressed on the tissue tightened around his cock head like a rubber band. When Mary and the vicar after a small pause combined their forces the tissue suddenly snapped very distinctively and the cock slid inside. Mary was convinced that had it been out in the open the snap would have been clearly heard as well. Mary smiled inwardly remembering how nice it had been to get her cherry popped and how happy the vicar had been to get the best of proofs of her virginity. Above all there had been a nice amount of blood on the sheet to give even more proof. Now Mary hurried up to the room next to the bridal chamber, the same room where she had sacrificed herself to the young priest. A sacrifice Mary now remembered with pride and shamefully with great joy.

Mary sneaked into the room without putting the light on and climbed a ladder she had put there in advance to be able to see through peeping holes, actually the eyes of a painting on the other side of the wall. When they had found the loose panels Mary had thoroughly searched the room thinking that there must be more. And she had finally found a small panel that could be removed giving a good view of the adjoining room.

She was happy to see that Lucy had taken her advice not to put out the light completely but left a few soft lamps on. Mary had told her that showing off her body was very important.

Mary got even happier when she saw that her daughter showed just the right combination of shyness and eagerness, innocence and knowledge when her husband approached her. She let him see and enjoy her naked glory in full and took good care of his manhood before she fell back and let him mount her.

The hymen behaved just as Mary had hoped. At first it distinctively held the young priest back and then it snapped very convincingly letting him pass and causing the bride to cry out. After a short pause the bridal couple had a good first fuck. Mary was convinced that her daughter soon would make them ready for a second round but she didn't stay to watch. She had seen what she needed to be sure that there was no doubt of her daughter's virginity. She would take care of the bed sheet in the morning and show the blood stains to her husband. Mary wanted to assure him too on his daughter's virginity.

Mary went to her room but was too excited to go to sleep. She went into the praying room and kneeled to thank her Lord. She had a lengthy conversation going through all her troubles and joys to get this marriage consummated.

When she was through she waited for a response and got somewhat anxious when it didn't come immediately. She rose and pulled her night dress off and again knelt before her Lord and master. At once she felt the warm breeze surround her and getting warmer, hot even. Then there were the feather light grips on her ass cheeks.

"Hi there boys. What took you so long? Being busy tonight, no doubt. There must be plenty to watch and consider on a wedding night like this with all these throbbing cocks. You didn't mind my innocent play with them, did you Smokey? Well, you are more than welcome. You know that I am always very happy to accommodate my Lords messengers as a small token of my great gratitude to him. Come on, I am all yours."

Mary chatted on while she got in position kneeling on the bench leaning forward supporting herself on the low altar rails. She looked up and thought she saw a lustful smile in the otherwise contorted expression on the face of the Holy Son.

Then she got other things on her mind when she got invaded by the messengers. They did a thorough job, Smokey making her hot whirling all over her body while Gabriel filled her sacred hole. Her nipples and pleasure button were treated with gushes of air sometimes hot, sometimes cold making them hard and protruding.

Suddenly it felt like some struggle took place behind her and what had filled her pussy was withdrawn. After a short break hands were back on her hips not so gentle this time though. And then something slowly pressed into her other opening, her virgin butt. Well inside it expanded filling her up. It didn't stop when she felt full but went on stretching her wide. It felt like nothing she had felt before. It was lovely, taking Mary to new heights in a divine orgasm.

When she revived she looked up to thank her Lord and saw a clear expression of satisfaction on the face of The Holy Son.

"Oh my Lord and Master. You came yourself. I am flattered. And let me tell you that what you just did to me was beyond my ultimate dreams. Lovely, just lovely," she exclaimed. Then a thought struck her. There was a message as well, wasn't it? "Oh my Lord. You just told me in person that you won't object when I try to convince my dear vicar to be your follower into my other canal, didn't you? I am overwhelmed and will do my very, very best. And thank you too Smokey and Gabriel. You did a great job preparing me for your master the Holy Son."

Mary suddenly felt tired and retracted to her bed. But she had the feeling that Smokey followed her and comforted her with its warm breeze all through the night.

That's why the vicar in the morning found his wife asleep but fully exposed in the nude on her bed. As always he couldn't resist the lovely sight.
And that's why Mary woke up from a very pleasant dream in which she was being intimately caressed only to find out that it wasn't a dream but a very real clerical tongue. And there was an equally physical hard, clerical wand asking for permission to enter. A permission Mary was most happy to give.

The vicar really was at his best this morning. He too had been asked to dance the night before but from young female priests and from girl friends of the young priests dancing with Mary. They clung to him in the late hours trying to find out how strict and old fashioned he really was. And they discovered that he enjoyed dancing close and reacted to their charms by poking their bellies with something really hard.

Mary and the vicar took their time playing and caressing each other being in no hurry that morning. Finally Mary chose to lie on the hard pillow that now was resident in her bed, handy at all times. When the vicar's cock was aiming for its target it came in a little high and poked Mary's puckered hole. That sent an electric jolt through her body causing the head to enter half an inch before the vicar apologizing withdrew. Mary assured him that she didn't mind, on the contrary. While the vicar performed his morning service he was met by an utterly excited wife. Mary had got a whiff of the coming pleasures that now had become her next goal.

Afterwards they still didn't want to quit. Mary deliberately walked around in the chamber stark naked and the vicar followed her with his eyes. Back in bed she started to play again and the vicar was game. They had a wonderful time caressing each other. Mary used all her considerable assets in the game. One thing she really liked at this stage was to take the soft clerical cock in her mouth and not only the cock but the balls too. She bathed them in her warm mouth with her tongue and rolled them around. All of the soft cock was taken in and played with. To her uttermost pleasure it started to grow, something she had hoped for but not really thought would happen. She loved when the sacred thing grew in her ministration mouth.

She loved it even more as she was straddling her vicar's head and his smooth tongue was busy licking her rose bud. She awaited the right moment and then suddenly lowered her ass. His tongue suddenly licked her puckered hole before he knew what had happened. Mary aging felt a jolt shake her body.

A little later she went up on all fours and wriggled her ass eagerly waiting for the vicar to get into position. This time she carefully planned her move and when she felt the heat from the vicar's tool close to her cleft she deliberately lowered herself just enough to make him press against the wrong target. Well, wrong from his point of view but certainly not from hers. When the jolt came she had the pleasure to feel his cock head press a little further inside before he realized where his cock was and withdrew.

While the vicar fulfilled the second service that morning Mary in between thought about how to reach her next goal. She was pleased with her advances so far and was very determined to get there within the year. Maybe she could ask that woman for some help with turning the vicar's mind in the right direction?
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