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Part Two.
The hamlet of houses, if they could be called that, for by today's standards, they would be regarded as hovels. Each was really self sufficient in terms of food producing, having their own vegetable plots. One had a cow, the milk and cheese they got were bartered with other folk, same as the eggs and chickens. One kept some sheep and another some pigs, so they were never short of food. One home had a donkey and cart, and this was used to take any surplus fruit and veg to the market town, four miles away, once a week, everybody taking it in turns to go. Here they would trade their foodstuff for items that they didn't have in the hamlet: tools and cloth etc.
Now Ryan had noticed that the river was abundant with fish but the villagers didn't ever catch many to add to their food supply. Here he came up with an idea and asked if they would fetch the items needed for him to catch more fish than they had ever been able to. The folks agreed to his plan and so at the next market, they exchanged their produce for several large nets and a heavy hammer. Ryan had already chosen the spots for the nets and when they returned from the market, he began the work in setting things up.
First, a small netted pool was made in the river, closest to the houses. He had made some stakes which were driven into the river bed and some netting fixed to the bank and draped round the two stakes and made fast to the bank at the other end. This would still allow the water to flow through, but keep the fish they'd caught inside for the villagers to help themselves whenever they wanted fish for their meal.
The next part was where the river narrowed further down-stream and only about four foot deep. The width was just over fifteen foot and so the net had to be well over that length and at least another twenty foot wide so that it was virtually square. One side of the net, fixed to some rope, had two loops made so that the net could be laid flat on the bottom of the river until they need to catch some fish. This was then pulled tight so that the top of the net was above the water level and the looped rope dropped over two stakes driven into the ground to hold it up.
The net was left lying on the river bed, having another piece of rope stretched out on either bank until needed. They then moved upriver and with long poles with strips of hide attached to one end, began flailing the surface of the river, driving the fish downstream towards the net. When the reached the rope holding the flat end of the net, they now picked it up and pulled it tight and walked down towards the raised end, herding the fish almost to the other end of the net itself.
They had hundreds of fish trapped here and they waded in with small nets, scooping them out and dropping them in buckets of water which the villagers kept running back to the village's pool and emptying them inside this enclosure. When they reached a total of over four hundred fish, they released the nets to allow those left to escape and breed some more. The whole village was estatic at this abundance of fish and it became part of their staple diet, only catching them when the netted enclosure became somewhat sparse, though they also took a lot of their catch to the market which added to their local economy.
Father Ryan was a hero in their eyes and he used the analogy in his Sunday sermon of Jesus and the fishes on the Mount, feeding the people, somewhat mangling the story, but it wasn't noticed by the congregation, only that he had now done the same for them.
Robin was now his devoted slave and follower and would do anything for him. He even made another couple of cups carved out of wood as well as a few bowls and such small items. It was with one of these cups that Ryan obtain some goose fat from the nunneries kitchen and put it in his room to await the next appearance of Robin. This came a few days later and they sat on the bed and drank some ale.
"I can see that you need some relief Father," Robin said, looking pointedly at the front of Ryan's habit which showed the hump at the front, being pushed up by his erection.
"You're so right Robin," he said, standing up and taking off his habit to show that he really was upstanding and ready. Robin knelt down and kissed the head of this cock before undressing himself and getting onto the bed. He saw Ryan dip two fingers into this pot but didn't know what the pot contained or why he smeared it over the head of his throbbing erection.
"We'll be doing something different this time Robin," he said. "Turn round on the bed and rise up onto your knees." He did as he was told, a look of puzzlement written on the face as he obeyed. Ryan looked at the white cheeks of the bum before him and got onto the bed behind the boy. He pushed the legs apart and shuffled on his knees in between them, holding onto the naked hip with one hand.
"What are we doing Father?" Robin asked, not being able to see behind him.
"Something different as I said. I think you'll enjoy this, for I certainly will," he replied and without given Robin any warning, pushed his cock between those pale cheeks and up into the boy's arse.
"Wow!" Robin cried out as he felt his backside being filled with the hard head and shaft being pushed up inside him, not having had time to use his sphincter muscle to try and hinder the entry. He'd jerked forward at the sudden intrusion into his body, but Ryan's other hand was by then on the other hip and he was pulled backwards onto the pulsating cock of Ryan that was now up to the hilt inside him. Ryan paused with the cheeks of Robin's bum tight up against his thighs, savouring the heat and the tightness of the backside his cock was fully inside.
"It's incredible," Robin cried. "I can feel the whole thing throbbing inside me."
"Do you like it?" Ryan asked as he began to shaft the backside of the boy.
"Yes, yes Father," he gasped, really liking this new form of sex. "I can feel every inch of you and it's lovely," and he started to croon as Ryan fucked him. But like all forms of sex, it's intensive and can be most wonderful but always short lived. Soon, Ryan was holding the hips tight and pulling the body back as he rammed forward, only stopping at the point of his coming. Holding the boy tight with his hands, it was only his hips moving as he jerked away and came inside the backside of the boy.
"I can feel it coming out," he cried. "It's making me come too."
"Ease down onto the bed," Ryan said, pushing the boy forward. Robin did until he lay flat on his front, his own throbbing cock now squashed beneath him with Father Ryan's cock still hard up inside his bum. Robin didn't mind the weight on his back for he was loving that throbbing prick beating a tattoo along his anal passage. Ryan moved his hands up under the shoulders of Robin so that he could hold on and begin to pull them back towards him as he kept thrusting with his hips into Robin. This was causing Robin to move on the bed, rubbing his erection against the rough blanket and he gave out a gasp.
"I'm coming. I'm coming," and gave out a groan as his sperm was squashed out of his trapped penis, to smear the blanket and his stomach as Ryan kept up his movements on the boy's back. He rode him for a few more minutes before pulling his hands back and lifting himself up, his cock sliding out of Robin. He could feel the sphincter muscle trying to hold him and Robin gave out a cry as the head finally emerged from his backside and the hole began to pucker back up to its original size.
Ryan got off the bed, his cock still up and hard and used a wet cloth to wipe himself before getting back onto the bed with Robin. He turned the boy over and saw that he was crying and so took him into his arms and cuddled him.
"I haven't hurt you, have I?" Ryan asked, his voice full of concern.
"No Father," Robin sobbed. "It's just that I'm so happy. That you made love to me this way shows that you love me as much as I love you."
Oh shit, Ryan thought, for they were not the words he expected to hear. Not from a boy, from a woman yes, but another male person? But it was too late now. The deed had been done and he had fucked him and, looking on the bright side, he would want more of the same to which he wasn't averse.
"It's a love that you cannot speak about Robin, for our kind of love is not really meant for men to have. With a woman, yes, with a man, no. You must keep this a secret between us and never to tell anybody about us having sex this way. Do you understand this?"
"Yes Father,' he said, his sobbing having eased as Ryan wiped away the tears before kissing him, and to placate him further, moved down the bed and sucked on Robin's slowly deflating cock, licking him clean.
Spring had fully emerged from the coccoon of winter and the sun was shining brightly in the sky and there was warmth all around. Ryan took this opportunity to drag trees that had fallen over during the winter months, out into some clearings so that he could chop them up for smaller logs.
It was one such morning when he'd just started when Sister Agatha came into the clearing by the river.
"Father. I know we are not in the church and in the confessional box, but I must say that I've been having many thoughts about us. Of...of what we did on the altar. I know I shouldn't be having these thoughts but I cannot stop them, so I...I wondered if, well, my habit is now rather dirty and it needs washing. So what if I washed it in the river as you did yours, maybe we...we could again, absolve me from these carnal thoughts while it is drying?" At least she had the decency to lower her eyes with what she was suggesting to him and he gave an inward smile.
"Of course my dear," he said, his cock rising up to the thought of having her again, but this time out here, in the open air. `Let's clean your dirty habit and then we can seek the Lord's guidance over the thoughts you've been having." He took her hand and led her down to the river and helped her off with her habit, again liking the sight of her firm young body. The breasts full and solid, the nipples standing out erect in the open air. She had even brought soap and went and squatted in near the river's bank and began to scrub her habit as he sat down and watched.
"This water's cold," she said, giving out a shiver which made her breasts move rather deliciously, enough to start to give him a full erection.
"Well don't stay in there too long. Quickly finish your scrubbing and come on out. I'll dry you down," Ryan said, getting up and pulling his habit off over his head. Sister Agatha, seeing his prick sticking straight out from his thighs, made her mouth water and the warm glow start in her belly. The sight was enough for to finish what she was doing and quickly got out of the river. He wrapped his habit round her first before getting her wet habit out of the water and wringing out what water he could first before laying it out over a bush. He then turned to her and began rubbing her body with his habit, drying what he could before throwing his over another bush.
She had sat down and now gazed at his throbbing penis when he turned round and she smiled up at him as she slowly parted her legs.
"Come," she said, "and let us join our bodies and give them up to the Lord." Ryan didn't need any urging as he dropped to his knees between her thighs and stretched himself out over her, the tip of his prick just brushing the pubic hairs.
"May He shine down upon us," he said as he lowered himself down, his prick finding its own way between her thighs as he entered inside, much to her delight. Her legs came up past his waist, her feet high as she took him inside, loving and welcoming his entry into her. She shivered from the cool air round her naked body but was warmed from the inside as he fully entered her, their pubes meeting. She squeezed him with all her inner muscles and his shoulders with her arms as he crushed her breasts to his chest before moving up onto his elbows.
"I love this Father," she said as she felt him twitch inside he. "When I was told to give my body and soul to the Lord, I didn't know it would be as good as this," she breathed out as he began to move in his fucking of her.
"He will be pleased at what we are giving him," Ryan panted as he began to ram himself into her, feeling that he was close to his coming. His faster thrustings was exciting her beyond belief and felt her own heat and body responding and didn't want him to ever stop as the fires in her belly reached boiling point. She gave out a scream as she climaxed, bucking and thrashing about beneath him, triggering him off to come at the same time. His hips now ground down to her pelvis as his prick gave forth his seed into the hot cavern of her body.
"God be praised for his creating such a woman as you Sister Agatha," he panted as he came to a full stop, breathing heavy as he lay his full length on her. Her arms tightened about his shoulders, her legs akimbo as she relished his weight upon her, his cock still pulsating away inside her, her internal fires somewhat quelled for the time being.
"And for making such a man as you," she breathed out as she moved her arms up and pulled his head down for her to kiss him on the lips. They lay together like this for a few minutes before he held her tight and rolled over on the grass so that she was now lying on top. She then sat up with him still buried deep inside. "We should try doing it this way next time," she said. He smiled up at her and put both hands up and massaged her breasts, causing her to throw her head back at this fresh sensation that she was getting. But his cock was starting to wilt and she could feel it begin to slide out from her and tried desperately to hold him there with her internal muscles, but failed and he slipped out to a cry from her at the loss.
It was with reluctance that she moved off of him and lay down by his side, stroking his arm and shoulder, getting the same from him. She didn't object to him rolling her onto her back for him to stroke her breasts, tweaking and rubbing the nipples, making them stand up proud. Neither when his hand went down and she felt his fingers probe her very being, loving where his fingers were stroking, making her feel good and warm inside as well getting another urge to have him back inside her.
She was surprised when he moved himself down, kissing her breasts and stomach, manoeuvrering himself in between her legs and started to kiss the outer lips of her sex. She gave a sudden start when she felt his tongue move in between the lips and begin to probe where his fingers had been. The smouldering fire within suddenly burst into flame and her thighs came together, trapping him there. His hands came up and forced them apart as he took a deep breath and continued to excite her right through all the gamit of emotions until her lower body erupted and she had her second climax.
She was still shaking in the aftermath as he moved back up over and penetrated her again, thrilling her beyond words as she was once again filled with his throbbing organ. She felt that she would die with having such a wonderful experience and hoped that this was what it would be like when the time came for her to go to heaven.
Ryan was able to go that little bit longer in fucking his nun, bringing her to her third orgasm in his second coupling, both crying out at their release. It was she who cried out next when he pulled out and flopped over onto his back, breathing heavy, his prick still erect and hard, glistening wetly on his stomach.
`Now suck on what the Lord gave me to give to you," he commanded her. Such was her euphoria at what she had experienced, that she gave no thought but to obey and quickly moved down and lifted his hard organ up and took it into her mouth and began to suck. There were only wild thoughts that raged through her mind as she took in as much as she could, not giving any thought as to where it had just been, only that it was the object that had given her so much pleasure.
She even carried on sucking and tonguing him when it had shrunk down to its normal size and she was able to take the whole thing inside her mouth, reluctant to release him when he tugged at her head. She drooled all over his body as she kissed her way up to carry on kissing his lips, pressing her body up tight to his.
He eventually got her off of him and rolled away and got up from the grass to check and find that their habits were now fit to put on. She reluctantly took hers from him and put it back on over her head, hiding those lovely breasts from his gaze, him covering the tool that had given her the same pleasure.
They walked back to the church and when they arrived, she really wanted to kiss Ryan, but as other people were in sight, she just kissed his hand and hurried off to the nunnery.
As soon as she stepped inside the door, her arm was grabbed by Sister Margarete.
"I saw you down by the river with Father Ryan," she hissed. "You were both without your habits on, naked! I even saw his thing sticking out in front of him and you lay down together in the grass."
"What else did you see?" Sister Agatha asked her.
"Nothing. I couldn't get any closer. Well, nothing till you later sat up and seemed to bounce about."
"I was taken to heaven," Agatha said, her eyes shining as she whispered the words.
"Heaven? You've got to die before you can go to heaven," was the comeback reply.
"This was heaven on earth. A new world to me, and it was Father Ryan who took me there, and...The abbess is coming," she hissed. "I"ll tell you after lights are out." With that, they parted and didn't speak till later. Neither of them had kitchen duties that week, there were always two doing this and they took turns to do this chore. Supper was had in the refectory and then it was into the church for evening prayers until it was time for them to return to their tiny cubicles before it was lights out and time for sleep.
Their sleeping quarters were just curtained off areas of one room that the six nuns shared, a small space with just a bed and a small side table that held a wooden cup of water and for them to place their rosary and psalter on and a hook on the wall.
Hanging on this was her sleeping smock which she replaced with her habit when she undressed. She noticed that this was dirty, more so than her habit had been and decided that she must soon wash this. A dirty habit was one thing but her sleeping smock shouldn't be as bad as it was. She put this on and got onto her crude bed that only had a straw matress and a thin coarse blanket as a cover.
The whole room was almost always dark for they only had one candle at each end and these were extinguished by the Abbess when it was time for them to sleep. She, the abbess had her own small cell and slept alone.
It was a few minutes after the candles had been put out that Agatha's curtain was pulled aside and Margarete entered her small sleeping space.
"Agatha?" she whispered.
"Yes. I'm still awake. Come into my bed, out of the cold night air." This she did and the two snuggled together, heads close so that they could whisper to each other.
"Now tell me what you and Father Ryan did to take you to this heaven on earth," Margarete whispered.
"Well it started with me making my confession," she began, and went on to tell her all that had happened. "But it's hard to explain what we did out there in the grass. It's better that I show you what he did. Here, let's get these smocks off." Agatha sat up and pulled her smock off and helped to get Margarete's off before they lay back down.
"Isn't this a sin? Us two lying together in bed, naked," feeling the warmth of Agatha's naked thigh against hers?
`Yes. Delcious isn't it. It's something you can confess to Father Ryan tomorrow," Agatha replied. "Now, I was laying there on the grass, as we are now and his hand came over and caressed my breasts." She had followed her words and was now moulding Margarete's breast with one hand. Just this action alone made the nipple start to rise up to the hard little button.
"That feels nice," said Margarete, her body giving out a shiver at this daring familiar and personal touching of another sister.
"It is, but this is even better. He went on to kiss and suck on one as his hand went down between my legs." Here she took the engorged nipple of Margarete into her mouth and began to suck and nibble the nipple as her hand wandered down over the flat stomach and felt the warm body next to her flinch as they reached and began to probe through the pubic hairs.
"We shouldn't...oh!" Margarete gasped as she felt a finger slide in between the lips of her sex. "Stop!" she fiercely whispered, clamping her thighs together. "No! Don't stop," she said almost out loud at the sudden feeling of warmth that began to seep into her belly, the finger moving and exciting her, letting her thighs open that little bit more.
She groaned with delight as the second finger joined the other and began playing with the small bud there that sent tingles up and down her spine, the heat starting to build up inside her.
"That's nice," Margarete sighed, opening her legs even wider.
"Yes, it is, but that's not all. He then went down and used his tongue where my fingers are," whispered Agatha.
"No!"
"Yes, and it was lovely. Let me show you," and Agatha moved further down the small bed and got between Margarete's legs and stuck her tongue inside the now wet orifice. An electric kind of shock shook Margarete's whole body at this touch and then she began to croon as Agatha tongued her, moving it as deep as she could into the vagina in between rasping the risen clitoris.
She didn't climax because Agatha wasn't experienced enough at cunnilingus, this being her first time in going down on another woman, but it was enough for Margarete to want more after Agatha came back up the bed and kissed her. Agatha then asked Margarete to do the same to her and it was with some trepidation that she did so, but found it not unpleasant knowing the pleasure she was given Agatha and would get the same back again later.
They were awake most of the night, pleasuring each other and Agatha had to force the other nun from her bed so that the abbess wouldn't catch them both sleeping in the same bed when she did her wake up call in the morning. Both were bleary eyed when this happened, lips slightly swollen as were the lips of their sex.
It was after early morning prayers and breakfast that Agatha told Margarete what to say in the confessional box to Father Ryan.
"Father I have sinned," Sister Margarete said to Ryan when she was closeted in the box, seeing just his vague shadow through the lattice work.
"And what was your sin sister?" he asked.
"That yesterday, I watched and saw you naked with Sister Agatha and did not turn away as I should have done, but stayed to watch.'
"What else did you see?"
"Nothing else, just you laying down together until Sister Agatha sat back up and a few minutes later, seeing you both put your habits back on."
"We were communing with the Lord," was his reply, feeling some sweat form on his forehead and his prick start to rise up, having heard similar words before. "Then you should say..."
"There is more," she interrupted him. "We both lay in bed together last night, naked, and she told me what you did together. Not only told me, but showed me too. So that not only did you put your thing inside of her but your tongue as well. That when you put your thing inside, you took her to a heaven here on earth. This I didn't really believe that you could do that, and said so, but she vowed that it was true." Ryan gave a sigh.
"This is Sister Margarete speaking, is it not?" he asked.
"Yes Father."
"Would you accept the joining of our two bodies together and having the experience of being taken to this heaven?" he asked.
"Very much Father," she whispered, squeezing her thighs together for she was experiencing some wetness seeping out of her body.
"Very well," he sighed. "For the first time of this, our joining together, should take place on the altar here in the church, after lights out. Will you come then?"
"Yes Father," she replied. So will I, so will I, was the thoughts of Ryan, his cock now fully erect at the prospect of fucking another one of the nuns. He didn't bother giving her a pennace as she would be atoning for her sins beneath him on the altar later that night.
She came into the nunnery's kitchen that evening as he was getting his supper and saw to it that he had an extra helping of the fish that was for his meal. Now that they and the hamlet had an ample supply of the river's bounty, he felt that he was getting too much of this and decided to set more snares in the woods for rabbits, preferring meat more than fish.
Supper was over and he sat on his bed in his room and drank some ale and waited till it was lights out for the nuns before moving off into the church and clearing the altar, except for the cloth. This still showed the stains of Agatha's introduction into womanhood, though they looked more like rust stains now.
He heard the door between the church and the nunnery open and he turned to see, in the single candle's light that it was Margarete who'd entered. He was then surprised to see that Agatha had also entered the church.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"To see that she serves her penance and that the union is completed," she said with a smirk. He gave a snort at this blatant display of voyeurism. "To also see that you take her to heaven as I told her you would," she added, but at least she moved out of the candlelight so that he could begin the process of doing this.
"You have seen me naked in the eyes of the Lord and so it is now right that I should see you. Then we will join together as the good Lord made it to be so between a man and a woman. This you will have become after our union in the sight of our Lord." After this trite load of codswallop, he lifted up and took off his habit and then helped her to pull hers over her head until she was standing naked before him, blushing. He looked at her ripe body, full of breast and the light coloured down between her thighs while she looked at his erection jutting out from his thighs. She gave out a tremble at seeing what was about to be put inside her and wondered if it would really fit and that it wouldn't hurt.
"Now up onto the altar for Him to see what a glorious creature he has created." He helped her up and saw that she was lying down and that a new portion of the cloth was beneath in the right place to show a fresh stain after he had completed the act of turning a girl into a woman. She eyed him as he got on too, his throbbing piece swaying about as he got between her legs.
"May the good Lord look down and give us his blessing at this union in his name and to the glory of God." He then moved closer and placed his hands either side of the chest and lowered himself down. Such was her anticipation of this event, Margarete was already soaking wet between her thighs but still trembled and flinched when the head of his cock touched and probed between the lips of her sex.
She gave out a small cry as he broke through her hymen and her legs came up involuntary as he slowly penetrated her.
"Praised be the Lord," he said as he buried himself to the hilt and their pubes met and the tips of her nipples that had risen up, scratched against his chest.
"Praise the Lord," she cried at the sudden welter of emotions and heat that flowed through her body as she felt him expand her insides for the first time and felt his heartbeat being transmitted up from the nerves in her vagina.
Then he fucked her.
Such was the state of her body and mind after talking and experiencing a form of sex with Agatha the night before, she was more than ready for this union with the Father that she had an orgasm within minutes. Crying out in joy as it felt as if her insides had imploded, sending wave after wave of sheer delight throughout her whole being as she had this climax, well before he was even ready.
He hung on grimly as she bucked and bounced beneath him in the throes of her coming, not having to move himself and was by now, well versed in holding himself back. It wasn't until her legs had dropped down by his sides and she felt limp beneath him that he began to move his hips and to get his pleasure from fucking this nubile virgin.
Her lethary was short lived, for her legs soon came up and began to give him back thrust for thrust as he ploughed this virgin meadow that no man had yet put his plough to work in. What he didn't know was that he was also about to seed the field he was ploughing. Bucking this way as he fucked her, building up the pressure withing his balls, fighting to hold it back until she was ready, which was almost at the point and she began to gasp and gave out a massive shudder which triggered him off and they bucked together in their mutual explosion of climaxing.
He lay his sweaty chest down over her sweat covered breasts, the two sliding about, almost sending him off of her and the altar.
"As she said," Margarete gasped. "Heaven here on earth," and pulled his head down and kissed him. Not once, but many times before he could raise himself enough to break free from her arms. She gave out a cry as his length slid out of her, still hard and throbbing and he moved her legs so that he could sit on the edge of the altar to try and regain his breath.
This was taken away from him almost instantly, for out of the gloom came Agatha and bent down and took the head of his semen and juice covered cock into her mouth and sucked on him.
"What a loving pair of sisters you two are," he said, ruffling Agatha's hair with his left hand and stroking Margarete's lower stomach with the other. "Now let us pray together for the bounty that the Lord has bestowed on us." So naked, the three of them knelt down and gave up their thanks to the Lord, praising him in giving such wonderful endowments to both men and woman so that they could attain the heights of pleasure as they experienced heaven on earth.
Ryan was as happy as the bunnies he was out to snare the next day. He'd now fucked another of the sisters of the nunnery, leaving another four as yet untested and brought back into the world as women. Not only them, but he had the tight backside of Robin, who was with him this day setting the traps, to fuck and have sucking on his cock as he liked sucking on his. How many more of the hamlet's boys could he fuck too he wondered but knew that he couldn't handle too many at once.
With the morning spent setting the snares, he went back for his lunch, Robin asking if it was alright for him to visit with Ryan after they had eaten. He couldn't say no from the help he'd received that morning and so, in the afternoon he had Robin in his room.
They quickly undressed when they entered and were soon on the bed, kissing, their arms round each other as their naked bodies rubbed against each other, exciting even more the erections that were being squashed at the same time.
It was only a few sucks each of the opposite throbbing cock, for Robin was avid to have Ryan fuck him up the arse and even used his own fingers to cover the head in the goose grease. He then wiped his fingers on his own erection before getting onto the bed, on his hands and knees, presenting Ryan with the pale cheeks of his bum.
As much as Ryan loved fucking a woman, he still liked this form of sex in fucking a male up the backside, loving the tightness that surrounded his cock, giving the same heat but lacking the extra muscles that a vagina has, but thought that he would be most lucky to get that as well. So whoever he had sex with, they both had their good points as well as their lack. The one thing that swayed him towards the male sex was that a man, or boy if it came to that, had a cock that he could really take into his mouth to suck and chew on which a woman didn't have. There just wasn't enough to get his lips round and it was only just possible at times, to nibble on the clit.
So onto the bed he got behind Robin and stroked those cheeks of his bum first before parting them to see his goal and by just moving his knees, was able to place the goose grease covered head to the right spot and then used his body pressure to just hold it there. Robin had already flinched at the first touch and was now slightly shivering and waiting for Ryan to push his body forward and have that piece of heavenly flesh driven into his body to give the utmost pleasure that a man can receive from another.
The two hands coming onto and holding his hips was the prelude, the overture having been the covering of the cock head in the grease. Now was the time for the symphony to be played and having the performance, began to play upon his heart strings as well as soothe his mind and soul as the cock pressing up to his rear was about to produce.
Had the boy every attended and seen an orchestra perform, would have amazed at the likening to a roll of drums as the pressure to his ring began and culminate with a clash of cymbals as the head expanded him enough to slip inside. He gave out his little cry at this widening of his arsehole and then drooled as the head, once inside, began to slide further in, followed by the solid shaft that kept the whole canal filled and at full stretch.
The other pleasure was to be able to feel Ryan's balls gently slap the cheeks of his bum as their two outer bodies met and Ryan was fully embedded inside him. Throbbing away to the steady beat of the pulsating blood that passed round the organ to keep it in that iron hard state. Then would come the rippling of the canal's walls as the length of Ryan was moved back and forth, both movements exciting and yet soothing the burning fire within his body.
His own blood engorged cock would bounce up and down as well as his balls swinging backwards and forwards to the movement of Ryan's fucking of him. Generating and exciting the sperm cells that lay inside Robin's testicles, waiting for that extra pressure to be applied to his own pulsating cock to start their upward movement and final release.
Ryan, in his turn, was revelling in the tightness that surrounded his cock as he smoothly slid in and out of Robin, loving the involuntary contractions of the sphincter muscle that came into play with every thrust into the warm orifice. Coming into play especially when he partially withdrew from the hole he was fucking, having the rim of the head gripped to prevent the release. Then getting his release by really pounding into Robin's backside, their thighs clashing, his balls being agitated by the force of their impact against the bum he was pounding with his body.
Arching his back as he pulled Robin's torso back onto his, the muscles straining as his hips took over and jerked away, making his cock throb and give out an extra beat and swelling as his seed spewed forth, filling the rectum of the arse he was fucking.
Both man and younger man were covered in sweat and it was with groans from both parties to this coming, Ryan leaning over the back of Robin, his weight bearing him down onto the bed so that he lay prone on him, his cock still throbbing deep inside the hot body he'd just fucked.
"Don't stop," Robin begged, his voice muffled by the pillow his face was stuck into. Ryan's arms came up under the shoulders and held onto the top and pulled them back down as his hips moved forward. He was still fucking this lovely arse even though he had come inside it, but was now helping Robin fuck the blanket that his cock was being squashed to.
"I'm coming, I'm coming...aaaaah," he sighed as his release came, squeezing itself out, melding his cock and stomach to the rough blanket. Ryan came to a stop, his cock still hard and throbbing inside of Robin, both breathing hard and both flexing what muscles they had in those parts that his cock was still buried in.
Robin cried out as he felt Ryan lift himself up off his back, feeling that powerful tool that had pleasured him start its withdrawal from his body. Ryan gave out a grunt as his arms locked and he lifted himself clear and his cock came free from Robin's arse, making a sucking sound as it sprang free. Ryan was quickly off the bed and rinsing his prick with water scooped out of a bowl and being rubbed round the whole of his cock to clean it before wiping himself dry on a scrap of cloth he kept back for this purpose.
"I hate that part when you pull out Father,' he said as he let Ryan wipe away the odd bits of goose grease from around his ring piece, rolling over onto his back when this was done.
"I only wish that I could last longer for you," Ryan said as he knelt down and took the wet cock head of Robin into his mouth, to suck, tongue and lick clean. `I think we're both eating too much fish lately," he said with a grin when he'd finished sucking on the cock that he loved. "I swear I could taste it."
They both grinned at this and Robin opened his arms and Ryan got back onto the bed so that they could hold each other as they kissed. Ryan wanted to tell his own confession to Robin, that he would have to see less of him in the sexual content because he had now landed himself with two nuns to fuck, but he held back for this wasn't really the right time to tell him of this.
The pair of them were out next morning after the morning service and breakfast, to go round the snares to find that all were full of dead rabbits.
"Stew tonight instead of fish," Ryan declared to Robin, and they took them back to the nunnery's kitchen, him letting Robin take a few home with him for his families cooking pot.
After his lunch, Ryan went back out into the woods and spent the afternoon chopping up a fallen tree and was glad when he heard the church bell that signalled that supper would not be long in the offering. It was a tired but happy man that was posing as a man of the cloth, that went to sleep that night in his bed.
He felt fully rejuvenated next morning and had a hearty breakfast after the service and took himself off with a cloth full of ale, bread and cheese for his lunch. He hefted the axe onto his shoulder and went off to try and finish cutting up the tree he'd started on the day before.
It was sweaty work, swinging the axe and so took off his habit and set to work naked, knowing that it was unlikely that any of the nun's would come this far into the wood. It was close to his lunch time and his body was covered in sweat when he heard a man call out.
"Hey. What have we got here? A wood nymph?" One of three men called out as two others followed him into the clearing. The other two sniggered at this, all looking rather disreputable, unshaven and wearing dirty torn clothes. Ryan, rather nonchalantly walked over to where his habit was lying on the ground and as he bent down to pick it up, received a violent kick in his stomach. Fortunately, the man who'd kicked him was wearing a soft leather kind of boot and so no internal damage was done, but the kick winded him enough for him to double up and fall to his knees.
Here he received another kick from the other side, driving out what little wind he had left inside him. Another kick caught him under the chin knocking him sideways and almost senseless and was now quite disorientated as he strove to get breath back into his body.
"Lookee here! A monk's dirty habit," one of the men laughed.
"Well let's show him of another dirty habit," another said and two hands grasped each wrist of Ryan and dragged him across to a fallen tree and pulled him face down across it. Ryan was still striving for breath and so couldn't give out any resistance to his manhandling. One of the men cut some of the rope Ryan had brought with him for dragging the logs and tied both his hands to some branch stumps that hadn't been trimmed.
The rough bark of the trunk was scratching his front as he began to move, now getting his breath back.
"Such a nice bum," he heard one man say and had an idea of what was about to happen to him. He was going to get what he gave Robin only this would not be given with love but with some violence he supposed.
"Hold his legs," was a command given and his ankles were seized and his legs pulled apart. He tried struggling but to no avail and he heard someone give out a spit and guessed this was to add some lubrication to the cock that was about to be rammed up into his arse. He wasn't wrong and the cheeks of his bum were parted and he felt the sudden intrusion of this prick being forced up into his back passage. Ryan cried out at the pain that he felt as his ring piece was expanded to fit the head of the cock that was now being pushed into him. Calloused hands held his hips and he felt the other man's thighs come tight up to his as his backside was filled with one big throbbing cock.
"Such a nice tight fit," were the words Ryan heard, tears in his eyes at the rough entry and then he was for the first time in his life, being fucked up the arse. The man was reaming him roughly, pushing his body up against Ryan's backside so much, that Ryan's cock was scraped against the rough bark. What made it worse was the fact that Ryan was getting an erection himself in spite of his body being pressed down hard onto the tree stump. This of course caused more scratches and cuts to his own prick as his body was constantly being rubbed against the tree.
In spite of the initial pain of the entry, Ryan was not unhappy at the experience that he was having, now understanding why Robin like having a hard cock up his own backside. The man raping him was really pumping himself hard into Ryan and held him in a tight grip as he began to shoot his sperm up inside.
"That was great," said the man behind Ryan as he pulled out making Ryan give out another cry and his ankles were released.
"Your turn now," and his ankles were seized again and Ryan tried to squeeze the cheeks of his bum together but the hard cock pushed its way in between them and found what it was seeking. It was as rough an entry as the first one but some semen left behind made the actual entry smoother and not as painful, but Ryan struggled as though it did hurt.
"He likes it," the man behind him said. "See, he's struggling to get more of my prick inside him," as the length filled Ryan who was now squirming on the log, the action abraiding his own erection even more and he couldn't control his own coming, his semen squirting out over the bark and coating his cock head, making it slide a bit smoother and not hurt so much. But more, to his chagrin, was the fact that he was beginning to like having this cock move in and out of his back passage. He was sure he felt the semen spurt into his canal when the man came, holding his hips firmly as he pumped away, slapping Ryan's backside with his thighs.
Ryan sobbed as this prick was pulled out from his arse, sobbing at the loss now, having rather enjoyed this experience. But didn't have to wait long until the third cock was shoved into him, now welcoming this entry of a hard cock filling him and start to give him pleasure as it was moved with smooth and soothing movements within his canal, now well lubricated with sperm. He cried out as the man came and they all thought it was because of the rape and not because he was crying out from the expected loss of that hard piece of flesh that had given him such pleasure.
Ryan felt really exhausted after the three of them had fucked him and lay there panting and heard them laughing at how a monk had now found out about a new dirty habit. He guessed that they were drinking his ale and eating his lunch between them and wondered if they were going to let him go now that they'd fucked him to their pleasure. But he was wrong.
It was nearly an hour later that he heard the axe being used and wondered what they were doing for he couldn't see being tied face down as he was. But he soon found out that they had been cutting some small branches off the tree and now he yelped out when one of these branches was swung across his backside.
It was more of a scream than a yelp as his bum felt that first lash and cried out again as he was beaten several times across his bum, knowing that it really hurt and was sure that he'd actually been cut by one of the blows.
In spite of the pain of this lashing, he found himself getting another erection which was rubbed up against the bark when he had another hard cock pushed up into him again. Now he was having the pain and pleasure of being fucked for the fourth time and he came in time to the man fucking him. Both panting and couldn't cry out at the withdrawal from his lack of breath. He was fucked twice more and even though his bum hurt from the lashing, he had found that he liked having a hard erection ream and come inside him.
"Now that was a lovely way to spend the afternoon," one of them said and they all laughed and he heard their laughter get fainter as he guessed that now having had their fun, were leaving the clearing, not bothering to untie him.
After the euphoria of being fucked, Ryan now began to feel the pain that his body was suffering. First at being tied in this position for several hours. The second, the burning sensation of the inflicted wounds to the cheeks of his bum and thirdly, the scratches and cuts to the front of his body. The pain of the first rough entry into his rear had been of little consequence to how he felt now.