Father John Opens the Gates. Part two.

Father John headed quickly to his quarters. All day he had been thinking about Sister Magdalene and how good it had felt to unlock her box with his key to Heaven the night before. She would be there, preparing his bath, and hopefully ready to try once again to see if she could be saved and hear the angels sing. Father John was surprised to see Mother Angela preparing his bath. Instead of immediately removing his clothes, he hesitated. "Mother Angela? I was expecting to see Sister Magdalene tonight. I hope that nothing is wrong." "No, Father John. Sister Magdalene's 'lock' is feeling a little tender and sore from you using your 'Key to Heaven' on her, so I told her that I would relieve her of her bath duties for tonight." Father John stared silently at Mother Angela, then, "She told you what happened last night?" "Yes, and I must say, Father John, that I wish you had told me years ago that 'Gabriels Horn' is also the 'Key to Heaven.'" Mother Angela looked sternly at Father John and said, "I think it is time we knocked off this 'Horn and Key' bullshit and had a good talk." Father John was shocked. "Mother Angela, such lanquage! I have never heard a nun utter such profanity." "You mean me saying 'bullshit?' That's what we, you and I, have been doing for almost 40 years, and now you want Sister Magdalene to wallow around in it." Father John nodded. "Perhaps you are right Mother Angela. Let's have a talk. What exactly did Sister Magdalene have to say about last night?" "She was quite descriptive, but I'll shorten her story. As she bathed you in that special way, your penis grew in her hand. Then you felt her vagina with your fingers, told her that your penis was the 'key to Heaven,' destroyed her virginity and began fucking her with it!" "Well, it wasn't quite as crude as you make it sound Mother Angela. I was gentle with her and showed how the Angels can sing." "Yes, they sang for you, but not for her. Did you actually think that you could put your big cock in her tonight and make her hear the angels sing? She is quite sore and red. I gave her an examination this morning. She was red all around the edges, and her maidenhead was very obviously torn." Father John seemed to have no immediate response, so Mother Angela told him to remove his clothes so that she could bathe him. As Father John removed his trousers, Mother Angela was surprised to see that his penis was already mostly erect. "Why are you hard, Father John? I hope you're not planning on having me blow Gabriel's Horn tonight? I fell for that shit from the first day I bathed you, when I had just become a nun after my eighteenth birthday. And by the way, how's come you never used your 'key' on me? I feel like I have been cheated, somehow." Father John's long shaft waved around as he climbed into the bath and settled into the warm water. "Pregnancy, Mother Angela. I was young, and so were you. I was afraid that you might become with child if I unlocked your gate." "And now? I understand from Sister Magdalene that she felt you throbbing and that she was quite wet inside from your load. Weren't you worried about making her pregnant?" "No. I was checked out by a doctor three years ago, and my sperm is no longer potent enough to impregnate a woman." "And why, Father John, would you be worried about making someone pregnant?" "Because of the Viagra." "What?" "I have been using Viagra for three years now, whenever I had a desire to become erect." Mother Angela stared at him for a long time. She was remembering now, how Father John had no longer seemed interested in having his horn blown. His penis had become limp, and oftentimes would not grow at all. Then, suddenly, after about three months of limpness had passed, every few days his penis would become quite hard as she bathed him and she would blow it until Father John heard the angels singing. That would be when he had taken the pill. "Did you use Viagra last night? I know that you were not expecting Sister Magdalene to prepare your bath, so you must have taken the pill for me." "No, I did not take a pill last night." "But your dick got hard, and quite quickly too according to Sister Magdalene." "I know. It was her. She is so pretty, and young, and her body..." "Yes, I know, her body is very nice. So you got a hard on just looking at her, and without Viagra. You are not as old as you thought, Father John." "Well, I was having a little trouble, even as beautiful as she is. I had to keep stroking my penis whenever she was not touching it because it was tending to get a little soft. But I was able to keep it up, thank the good Lord. She was, is so very beautiful and I wanted to perform well for her on her first night." Mother Angela walked over to the tub and looked down. "And tonight? It looks like you took your pill because you thought Sister Magdalene would be here. What did you plan to do with that?" Father John's penis looked like an aircraft carrier that was performing a 'wheelie' as it stuck up out of the water. Father John looked sheepish. "I have never 'wasted' a pill before." As he was speaking, Mother Angela noticed that he had begun holding his erect penis in his hand. "I think, Father John, that I would like to see if I can hear the angels sing after you have unlocked my box." Silence. Then..."You want me to bust your cherry? Do you still have it?" "Yes, Father John, I still have it, though admittedly I have heard the angels sing many times over the years." "With sister Carmen?" Mother Angela looked surprised. "You know about her, and I?" "Yes, of course. There is not much that goes on around her that I do not know about." Mother Angela decided to take another tack, rather than talking about how she and Sister Carmen found comfort with one another. "So you are taking Viagra. How long does the doctor say that will work?" "He didn't know. Maybe another two or three years. Even with the pill, I am having trouble sometimes. I was expecting that tonight, with Sister Magdalene looking so good and my taking the pill, that I would become like a young man again, at least for a little while." He studied Mother Angela's face and confided in her. "Sister Magdalene was trembling and seemed scared and I didn't want to hurt her too badly. So I didn't penetrate her all the way last night. I still don't know if she will be able to take it." When he saw that Mother Angela seemed to smile, he decided to open the gates and talk dirty to her, in a way that he had fantasized about for years. "All I have been able to think about all day is how much I want to put Sister Magdalene's legs up over my shoulders and fuck her as deep as possible and squeeze her tits while she feels my balls hitting her ass! Also I have been fantasizing on licking her cunt, and teaching her how to blow Gabriel's horn." His use of the 'c' word shocked Mother Angela, but she chose not to say anything. Things had changed dramatically between Father John and Mother Angela. Now they were talking like two conspirators making plans on how best to fuck Sister Magdalene. " You forgot to mention kissing her. She says you were 'French kissing her last night, but she didn't use that word." "Yes. I didn' forget that. I want to kiss her over and over again." "But most off all, you want to be able to fuck her like a young man, with a hard cock and being able to make it last, right? "Yes, that most of all, and if I can, shoot multiple loads into her. Deep into her if she can take me." Mother Angela also had a fantasy, recently developed. She wanted to get low and close and watch Father John use his penis on Sister Madgalene, and then when they were resting, she planned to 'comfort' Sister Magdalene in her own special way. "I gathered as much by what you have been saying. I don't think that you will have much trouble putting your cock all the way into her. She was able to take your width although it made her sore, so the next time you can probably go all the way to the bottom on her. When the pill no longer works, and Sister Magdalene has become used to being satisfied by your big cock, what do you plan to do with her?" "I was hoping to be able to enjoy her for a couple of years, than either turn her over to one of the other nuns, or perhaps a priest." "A priest? Who? Brother Phillip is the only priest that we have who seems capable enough, and I suspect he likes little boys." "We are not supposed to talk about that. We have a new priest coming in soon, young and quite handsome I understand. Perhaps after I am no longer able to perform, and if you don't desire to keep her for yourself, I, or we could give Sister Magdalene to him." "Yes, if he likes women and fools around. Some priests actually honor their vowels, you know." Father John sighed. "Yes, some. Now, how about you? How do you want to do it, this opening of your box? I know, why don't you do as I had Sister Magdalene do last night? Take off your clothes and sit beside me." When she had removed her clothes and walked towards him carrying a chair, Father John let out a low whistle. "Mother Angela. I am surprised. Your body is still quite nice." "Still? So you do remember seeing it when I had just become a nun and was giving you my first bath? "Yes. I asked you to remove your clothes and sit beside me. You were, and are, quite beautiful. Even your breasts are nice. Still firm and upright. I remember doing with you as I did with Sister Magdalene last night." Mother Angela placed the chair beside the tub and sat down. As soon as she had, Father John placed one hand on a tit. "You mean when you used your fingers to confirm her virginity as you had done with me that first night? I was shocked, but pleased that you, well that I had passed your 'inspection." But I wish now that you had somehow allowed me to hear the angels sing. It was many years before Sister Carmen did it for me." Then Mother Angela decided to knock Father John down a bit. Why let him think that he would be the first to make Sister Magdalene hear the angels? "This morning, after Sister Magdalene had complained about how it seemed to hurt to walk, I inspected her, and in the process, I made the angels sing for her." Father John looked shocked. "You mean...?" "Yes, I licked on her lovely little clitoris. It was about the only part of her that was not red and raw after you had abused her pussy" "But, I told you, I was gentle with her." "Yes, I know. Her story sort of confirmed that. But using that monster horn of yours on a little virgin like her, with a pussy so tender and sweet, is abuse.It would seem that a small cock should be available to do the breaking in, and then a big cock can come along to keep it satisfied. I taught her other words to use though if you can make her hear the angels sing. Since I gave her an orgasm, she knows what the word 'coming' means now. It will be interesting to see if you can make her come as easily with this hard dick of yours." Mother Angela was holding Father John's penis now, and she had begun washing it in that way he liked so much as she peeled him back and ran the soapy palm of her right hand all around his knob. Since she planned to fuck him, Father John's penis looked different to her now, and like a young child with a new toy, she played with his foreskin, running it back and forth. Despite the fact that she had spent years doing this, it became exciting for her. Father John decided to ignore Mother Angela's comments about being the first to make Sister Magdalene come. "Open your legs." Mother Angela did as instructed and his fingers probed her. "Your pussy feels quite nice. Not as tight as Sister Magdalene on the outside, but..." Gently, Father John slowly felt inside. "Yes, I can feel it. You still have your lock in place!" He smiled, a smug smile. "You know, Mother Angela, that I might leave you all sore, tender and red, just like Sister Madgalene?" She squeezed his penis, then gave it several strokes, pulling the foreskin back and forth over his giant knob. "Yes, I expect that. But can you make me hear the angels sing before you do it for Sister Madgalene? And that is how they began the new aspect of their lives. Mother Angela, for a little while, would enjoy having her box opened with a Viagra induced erection, and in the future she would use it sparingly so that there would be enough for Sister Magdalene. 7816 2.14/512345