Religious Fervor (Training)

Literotic asexstories – Religious Fervor (Training) by ShortieJen,ShortieJen
This story is filled with a pseudo-religion, similar to the Catholic Church. If a sex story involving religion like this bothers you, then please don’t read it. Also, there is an incident of incest. Again, if that is not your thing, then read something else.

Beautiful Delia

Chapter 1:

Delia, the goat herder’s daughter, began to be noticed. She was observed not just by the boys of the village, but also by the men. Her beauty was obvious in only her tenth summer. It was becoming obvious that she would be a true beauty. It was not just her features, but also her comportment, her posture, and the respect she always showed to the adults of the village of Coberg which was near her home. The way the men looked at her often frightened young Delia’s mother. Delia’s father, Dalmerian, was so busy taking care of his charges, that he did not notice what was happening with his eldest child.

Most days he left before first light, and in the evening he was home long after dusk. He had a boy who helped him, but making sure the goats were taken care of, that the goats would survive the vagaries of the wilderness. The hills above Coberg. His livelihood and that of his family, depended on this. So his concentration was elsewhere than his daughter.

Delia’s mother kept her from the village as much as possible. Delia had inherited her beauty from her mother Alaysa. Alaysa understood what could happen to a young girl left to her own devices in the village. It was common knowledge that Delia could have married a bevy of local merchants, or even beyond the town of Coberg. But Alaysa had fallen in love with a simple goat herder.

“Daughter. I am to have visitors today. You will be on your best behavior. Do you understand Delia?”

“Of course, mother. Might I ask who these visitors are?”

“I guess you will find out soon enough. ‘Tis a Priest from the church and the Head Mother. From the city of Ghastlin. They have come to see you in particular.” The city of Ghastlin, a town of perhaps twenty-five thousand, is about a half-day ride from the goat herder’s house. Coberg is a half-day ride in the opposite direction. Coberg’s population, really a mere village, barely surpasses a thousand individuals.

Delia gave her mother a quizzical look. She had never been to church, and as far as she knew, her mother and father were not particularly religious. Not thinking much of it, she shrugged and went about her chores. Delia was always conscientious about her chores and in fact, enjoyed helping her mother.

Just before noon, a fancy-covered wagon rode into the space around the hovel the family lived in. Delia was the oldest at ten summers, but she also had two younger brothers. Brothers that would one day work as goat herders. Out of the wagon stepped a gentleman. A man that must be on the farther side of fifty years old. A bit of a belly, dressed in finery the likes of which Delia had never seen before. He was followed by a pretty woman perhaps in her thirties in the full regalia of a Nun. The nun was clothed in a black habit that must be extremely uncomfortable in the warm weather. It was difficult to tell much about her in the habit and full dress that hid her figure. Only her face and hands were visible. Her habit covered all of her. Still one could see that she was a pretty woman.

Her father told her to go to her room. “The adults are going to talk now. Be a good girl, Delia.”

“Yes, father. Of course.”

A few minutes later she heard her mother cry. Not a loud and expressive cry, but a cry that seemed filled with sorrow. This was very unusual, as Delia had never seen her cry in Delia’s entire life. She wanted to leave her room, but Delia was an obedient child. She waited to see what was happening. Finally, about a half hour after the strangers arrived, her father came into her room. “Delia, we have news. It is good news, but it makes your mother very sad.” There was also a look of seriousness on his face. It seemed to reflect a bit of sadness. “You will be leaving us. You will be leaving us for a new life. A safer life. It will be hard for you to understand, but it is not safe here for you. You are too pretty a young girl and soon you will be a beautiful young woman.”

Delia did not cry. She knew it would be useless. Delia had always been a practical girl. She accepted, that as a child, she had no say in what was happening. Her mother had disappeared so it was her father that walked her to the wagon. After giving her father and brothers a hug, Delia climbed aboard the wagon. She sat in the back seat for what turned out to be a long and dusty ride.

The Priest said not a word to her. It was the Head Mother who said a few words to Delia. She began to tell her a few things about her new life. “You are to be a member of our church. You will start as a Novitiate until we believe you are ready. You will then be admitted to God’s family as one of his daughters. As a full Nun in the church. Upon your eighteenth birthday, if you are a good Nun in standing with the church. Well, your duties will… Let’s say you will have special duties.”

The years passed and Delia grew into a young pretty woman. Though no one would have any idea as she was always dressed head to toe in the white habit of a beginning Nun. These nuns are Known as Novitiates. Most girls became Nuns at the age of eighteen or nineteen. But Delia studied very hard, and by the time she was sixteen, she was ready to take her vows. She had passed every test given to her.

In those years the head mother had moved to another flock, another church, in the capital. The capital city of Ganderberg. The city that Delia found herself in was the small city of Gather. The church was one of many in the empire of Darton. The new Head Mother of the church Delia was in, was very young for the position. “Mother…, I am ready. I am ready to take my vows and be a nun. Ready to fill my obligations to the order.”

It was unusual for a Novitiate so young to be ready to take her vows. Novitiates can only become full nuns at or after their nineteenth birthday. “Uhm, not until some time in your eighteenth year, will everything be explained. Upon coming of age, you will be made a Nun. Not until then can you take your vows, and take a name as a full Nun. There are requirements for being a Nun in this church that will be explained to you as the days grow closer to that birthday. This is because you have already been chosen to be part of a special sect of Nuns.”

Delia was disappointed, but she was also aware that there were secrets the church was keeping from her. She was trusting, though, and was sure that these things she would learn in time. That whatever these secrets were, they would be a good thing. She wasn’t certain what those secrets were, only that there were strange things that happened with some of the nuns.

For one there are women that upon becoming full-fledged nuns, wore gray habits. They were known as the Gray Nuns. There was also the fact that the Gray Nuns were sent on what were called sojourns. Delia did not know what the sojourns were. She only knew that they lasted anywhere from overnight to a few days.

Chapter 2:

As time passed, Delia had to learn not everything she needed to be a Nun. She also had to be in excellent physical shape. The strangest exercise she was required to do, was to strengthen her inner vaginal muscles by doing two hundred Kegels each day. She was told this was to ward off such things as bladder infections.

The pretty sixteen-year-old turned into a very beautiful eighteen-year-old. Delia had become a tall and attractive woman. Three inches under six feet, with long and sexy legs, always hidden by the attire she wore as a Nun. A flat tummy with C-cup breasts, a round perfect ass, and a flat tummy. Delia has a shapely body. Her face is that of an angel. A narrow nose with perfect full lips, round and unmarked cheeks with long dark locks that if ever seen went almost to the crack of her ass.

It was a couple of months after her eighteenth birthday when Delia was heading to None, afternoon prayers. She overheard the Holy Father and the Head Mother. They were having a tense conversation in the Holy Father’s private chamber. She would not have thought anything about it, or even remembered it, except she overheard her name in the discussion.

That evening she was in her private chamber. There was a knock at the door. She had just begun to unwrap the layers of her habit, so she quickly put them back on. She crossed the small chamber and opened the door. Delia was surprised to see the Head Mother, Mother Alice, outside her door. She quickly nodded to the younger woman. “May I come in? I need to discuss something with you.”

Delia waved her in, “Of course, Mother.”

“This is delicate. I would have preferred for this to wait. Closer to your vows. But the Holy Father insists that this take place today. That you learn your duties whence you become a Gray Nun. In a sense…, this will be a training period.” Mother Alice looked down, “You will understand.”

“I am to become a Gray Nun? Is this new Mother?”

Again Mother Alice lowered her head, her eyes down, her words chosen carefully. “No, in truth, it has always been the plan. But, those of the Gray Nun order only know what is required of them very shortly before they become Gray Nuns. Usually, that is. I spoke to the head priest…, I’m sorry, I mean the Holy Father, and he insists; that you be told now. Earlier than I would like.”

“Of course, Mother. I will do as I am instructed.”

“That’s all well and good…” Mother Alice shifted her feet. It was then that Delia noticed the long coat she was carrying. This was not the normal attire of either a Nun or a Priest. “First, get out of your habit.” She quickly undressed down to her underwear. “All of it. Take off all your clothes.” Delia took off her underthings. She stood before the Head Mother who handed her the coat. “Put this on. Come with me.”

Delia was a bit surprised, “Just this mother?” She said as she closed it and brought the strap around it to hide her naked body.

“Yes, follow me.” Delia started to ask a question but was quickly interrupted. “Enough. Remember your vow of obedience. As I said, follow me.”

The Head Mother quickly walked down familiar hallways. Delia suspected where she was to end up. Delia is a very intuitive young woman, but she was still surprised when she found herself at the back end of the church, in front of the Holy Father’s private chamber. Mother Alice knocked at the door, nodded at Delia, and then walked away. Delia understood that she was to wait, and it was only moments before the Holy Father opened the door. He stood before her in nothing but a robe and waved for her to come into the room. “Come, come, novitiate. Come into my chamber please.”

Delia, very nervous, suspected what was to come. “Father, why am I here?”

He sat on his bed. “Come, stand in the middle of the room. I will explain things. You were chosen to be a Gray Nun, quite frankly, because of your beauty and levelheadedness. I must explain some things to you. The truth is that Priests of the church are not all celibate as is supposedly the case. Often these priests…, most priests I must confess, need relief. The Gray Nuns, in part, were formed to fulfill the role. To fill the role of sex partners for priests. Also, to curry favor with the nobles, the Gray Nuns are sent out for…, well, celebrations. Tonight is so that you are not a virgin. So that you will be ready for these celebrations. Do you understand?”

Delia stared at the Holy Father but did not respond. Always a practical girl, she opened the coat and let it fall to the floor. “God…, you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful of the Gray Nuns in our church.” There was a look in his eyes. This look she recognized. A look she had received from men her entire life. The Holy Father let his robe come open. Delia noticed that he was a few pounds overweight. Also, from constantly being covered from neck to toe he was extremely pale. That was true for most of the Priests and the Nuns. He was not unhandsome, but that did not matter anyway. She knew her job was to do as she was told. He climbed onto the bed and lay back, his manhood at full attention. He began to stroke his cock, “Spread your legs, Delia. Have you ever masturbated?” Delia was embarrassed, but she had a few times after entering puberty. She nodded her head yes. “Play with your pussy, novitiate. Make yourself good and wet. Then come here.”

Delia was nervous, but the truth was she was a bit excited. Excited to learn about this part of her duties as a Gray Nun. She began to run a finger down her slit, “Like this, Father?”

“Yes, and play with those beautiful breasts.” She started to step towards him.

He immediately said, “No, stay there. Make sure you are wet, novitiate. Tell me when your cunt is ready for my cock.” Delia was shocked at his language. She realized to the Holy Father she was merely an object. An object for his sexual release. “God…, you are beautiful.”

“I am ready, father. Ready for you if you wish.”

“Come here. I know that you are new at this. Come, here and straddle my cock. Bring your pussy close

to my cock, novitiate.” Delia did as she was instructed and climbed onto the bed. Nervous, she brought her wetness to his hard manhood. “Put your opening just so. Yes, just at the tip of my cock. Now, slide down onto my cock. Yes…, just like that. God yes, slide down. Up and down, novitiate. Yes, it feels so good.”

There was a sharp pain that passed as her hymen was broken. But it turned to pleasure as she pumped up and down on his not-overly-large manhood. Not that she had anything to compare it to, she just knew that he was not overly large as her body completely sunk onto his manhood. “May I…, may I express myself, Father?”

The Holy Father smiled up at her, “God, your pussy feels so good. So good, Novitiate. Brace your hands on my chest.” He then reached up and grasped her breasts, squeezing her nipples. She placed her hands on his as he squeezed her luscious tits. “Yes, yes, you may express yourself, novitiate.”

“F-father…, your, uhm, your…”

“My cock. You can call it what it is, novitiate. My cock.”

“Your cock feels…, feels so good. This is to be my job? I mean, sex, Father.”

“Yes, and there will be many priests who wish to spend time with you. But…, right now, squeeze my cock with those strong muscles you have.”

“Y-yes father. F-Father. I think I am about to cum. To cum on your cock. God…, it feels so good Father…, so good. So good, Father.”

“Yes, squeeze me more. Squeeze my dick, squeeze my cock with your cunt muscles, novitiate. Y-yes…, just like that. Squeeze my cock, squeeze my hard cock. F-fuck, I am going to cum in you. I am about to spray my cum into you, novitiate. Fuck, here it goes. Yes…, here it goes.”

Pump after pump of his juice shot up into her body. It was warm and exciting. In truth, she loved the Holy Father’s cock inside her body. The spasming of it as he shot his cum into her canal. “Y-yes Father. Yes…, it feels good. Very good, F-Father.”

They finished and he lifted her off of him and set her aside him on the bed. She lay back, getting comfortable next to him. She was a bit nervous to say anything when he finally spoke, “That was wonderful. You will stay for a bit more so that I may go again.”

“Of course Father, whatever you wish.”

Chapter 3:

They lay there for a couple more minutes and the Holy Father did something that surprised her. He leaned over her and ran his hand down her breasts, heading towards her still very wet pussy. He leaned in and kissed her at the same time, something she had no experience with. She kissed him back, but she knew it was inadequate. “You will have to work on that, Novitiate.”

His hand found her slit. She moaned and said, “May I ask you a question Holy Father?”

“Certainly, but make it quick. My cock is hard and wants to fuck you.”

“Yes, Father, it can wait.”

“Good, girl,” The Holy Father said and rolled over on top of her.

“Reach down and grasp my cock. Yes, like that. Guide it to your pussy.” She did as he instructed and he slid his cock into her. He was heavy, she struggled to breathe for a moment until he straightened his arms, lifting his body off of her. Slowly he began to pump his cock in and out of her very wet, scorching-hot pussy. “Mmm, you are very good at this, novitiate. I am going to kiss you, now use your tongue. Some men love kissing as much as the other stuff.” He brought his mouth to hers and she kissed him in kind. She was enjoying it, the kiss, his cock going in and out of her body. Then he grasped her nipples and began to squeeze them.

Their mouths separated, “God, Holy Father, this…, this is so good. Yes…, so good. It feels so good father.”

“You are a natural. God, you are as natural as sex.” He pumped his cock in and out of her pussy, “F-fuck…, fuck, Novitiate. It feels so wonderful. You have such a hot pussy. The best I have ever had.”

“Yes, yes, I love your cock. I so love your cock. Can…, can you call me something other than Novitiate, Holy Father.”

He did not answer. He continued to pump her pussy and then leaned in and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back, pushing her body up against his stabbing cock. She felt another orgasm, a strong and amazing orgasm as he began to pound her. Harder, and harder he fucked her. His loins pounded against her pubis, her pussy. Their kiss was long, and passionate until he began to squirt his second load of cum into her pussy. His hot, wonderful, cum. Delia, still not having her name as a Nun, was hooked on this new thing. She was amazed at how much she enjoyed it. How much she loved being fucked.

The Holy Father had a bucket of now cold water and some rags. He assisted in cleaning her up and then began to speak. “Well, put on the coat. Keep warm, I do not want you to get sick. You will head back to your room. The rules are simple. After hours, for the next couple of weeks, you will be in sexual training. Other priests, and I, will stop by in the evenings and you will be available. They will help you to learn. They will help you learn about sex. To assist you in your training. When you have a priest in your room you will you will put this white cloth in the door. In the crack of the door.” He then handed her a towel from a shelf at the head of her bed. “The other Priests will then know you are occupied. From Vespers (evening prayers) until Lauds (morning prayers) you will be available for sex. For sexual training. Just for the next couple of weeks. Then, later, when you take your vows you will be doing this full-time. Understand?”

“Yes, Father. Whatever you say.”

“Good girl.”

Chapter 4:

Delia headed back to her small private chamber, wearing nothing but the long coat Mother Alice had given to her. Over the next few hours, and for the following three weeks, the six Priests in the local church would come to her each evening and have sex with her. It was only supposed to be two weeks, but the other Priests begged the Holy Father to extend it an extra week.

Delia was a quick learner, and he enjoyed learning. She loved the sex, every minute of it. She knew that she was getting better each day as the men complimented her on her skills. She learned to be very good at all facets of sex, which pleased all the Priests. Delia quickly became very proud of her skills.

But there was a downside. There were three other Gray Nuns at their small church, and they quickly became jealous of the attention Delia was garnering. Especially as she was not even a Gray Nun in full standing yet. But Delia ignored their snide remarks, the innuendo, the looks. After three weeks the Priests went back to the other three Gray Nuns, and the issues with the three Gray Nuns subsided.

Months passed. Delia missed the sex, but she knew eventually she would have plenty, so she did her best to live with the feelings of need. With the sexual desire, the need for male companionship, male intimacy.

She was still an exemplary Nun, so there were few complaints after the three weeks of her training. Her birthday came around, and Delia was excited about becoming a full nun. The Head Mother consulted with the Holy Father, the Head Priest, of each church, to decide the name each Nun would be given upon taking her vows. Delia had no idea where the name came from, or what it meant. She was ever to be known as Sister Lorica.

Finally, the day of her Ceremony of Vows came. Sister Lorica was nervous, and excited, for beyond her vows she had no idea what the day would entail. There were the prayers, then the Eucharist. Sister Lorica then helped with the bread and wine. She was then given a ring that represents her devotion and her marriage to God. Her vows said, the celebration complete, Mother Alice and the Holy Father took her aside.

Unknown to Sister Lorica, at the back of the Holy Father’s private chamber, hidden by a standing curtain, is a door to a much larger chamber. He walked her into the chamber which was centered by a large mat. The mat was made of velvet cloth surrounding straw. It was Mother Alice who said, “Get undressed, Sister Lorica.” She had not expected this immediately, but her juices were running and she was ready to start her new duties.

Sister Lorica quickly undressed. To her surprise, Mother Alice also started to take off her clothes. “I am going to lie down. Suck on Holy Father’s cock as I get my pussy wet.”

The Holy Father was behind her and she had not realized he had also removed his clothes. Following instructions, she immediately dropped to her knees and grasped his cock. “Oh…, you are very good at this Sister Lorica. B-But I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” He pushed her off of his cock and directed her towards the Mat where Mother Alice was playing with her slit.

“Mother Alice, were you a Gray Nun?” She asked.

It was the Holy Father who responded. “It is rare for a Gray Nun to become a Head Mother. Yes, Mother Alice was a Gray Nun. She does not wear the gray habit anymore, but she still occasionally is asked to help out the Priests of this church. Myself included. Now, climb between her legs. Go…, eat her pussy the way the Priests eat yours. Make sure she enjoys it.”

“Yes, Father.” Sister Lorica quickly climbed between the Head Mother’s legs and began to lick her pussy. Meanwhile, the Holy Father squatted behind Sister Lorica. He ran three fingers up her slit, but he should have known that she was more than ready. The Holy Father placed his dick at her opening and slid it into her. Slowly he began to fuck her as Sister Lorica pleasured the Head Mother. “Oh…, fuck. Yes, fuck me Holy Father.”

“God…, she is good with her mouth too…” Mother Alice said. “God, I am going to cum on her face.

Fuck…, she is good, Father. Very good.”

Just as she finished that statement the door at the back of the room behind them opened up. Two of the church’s Priests, Father Dinovin and Father Layson entered the room. The Holy Father, still pumping Sister Lorica’s pussy, looked back over his shoulder and said, “One of you fuck the Head Mother.”

The two younger men looked at each other and then Father Layson responded, “Uhm, okay.” Neither had ever been with an older woman and Mother Alice was in at least her late forties or early fifties. Mother Alice slid out from under Sister Lorica’s face and slid back from her. Father Layson quickly undressed and that was when Mother Alice noticed his rather huge cock. She glared at it as he got out of his clothes, surprised at the size of it. Father Layson finally said, completely undressed, “Don’t worry, I will be gentle.”

He had a grin on his face as he climbed on top of her and slid his cock into her pussy. “God, you do feel good, Mother. Your pussy feels so good. So damn good.”

“Your…, your c-cock is huge.” It was then that he noticed her tits. This woman was in amazing shape for a woman her age. He leaned over and started sucking her left nipple, then her right. “Oh, yes. Fuck yes, that feels good Father. So good. F-fuck me. Fuck me good, Father.”

The Holy Father then said, “This one’s mouth is open. Her mouth is ready for your cock. Come fuck her mouth.” Father Dinovin had been stroking his cock, watching the other four. He immediately squatted in front of her and she reached out with her hand and took his cock into her mouth. “She’s good, isn’t she.”

“Yes, Holy Father, she is amazing. Wonderful. She has learned very well. She is good with all of her holes. How are you doing, Holy Father?” Father Dinovin asked.

“Fuck, fuck. Her pussy is very wet, very tight. I am going slow, but…, but she keeps squeezing my cock with her inner muscles. I can’t hold back. I am going to cum. Cum inside her and then you can fuck her. She is so good. So good.”

She continued to stroke the Priest’s cock, but removed her mouth. “Yes Holy F-Father. C-cum in me. Fill my pussy, Father. Your…, your cock feels so good. C-cum in me. Yes, cum in me. Fuck yes. I…, may I cum t-too Father.”

“Yes Sister Lorica, cum, cum for me. Cum on my cock. Oh, God…, we are going to cum together. Yes, I am cumming. I am fucking cumming. God, so good…”

“Ohhhhhh, f-fuck. Cuuuuuming Father. Cumming on your cock. Your cum is so hot. So very hot. It feels so good. So fucking good. Y-yes. Fuck yes.” The pair released their cum together as Father Layson and the Head Mother kissed. The Priest with the huge cock pumping in and out of her. Fucking her with his large member.

They separated their mouths. Mother Alice screamed, “Yes…, yes. F-fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy, Father Layson. Oh, God, your cock feels so good. C-cum in me. Fill my pussy with your juice, Father. Fuck yes, Father Layson…”

“I know you…, you are the Head Mother. But, I hope we can do this again. God, you are so good. So, good Head mother. I want to do this again. Y-yes.” His hips moved up and down, pumping his cock into her pussy. His mouth found her breasts again, sucking on her nipples, enjoying the older woman.

“If, if, Holy Father says that I may be available. Fuck your dick is good. Usually, once we are a Head Mother we are unavailable. But…, it is rare for a Gray Nun to become a Holy Mother. I…, oh, Fuck me, Father.”

“Yes…, keep her secret and she may be available to all the Priests…, the Priests of this church.”

The talking between the three had thrown Sister Lorica’s timing off. But she quickly regained her attention and began to squeeze the Priest’s cock. “Father, I can feel your warm cum in me. Fuck, I am cumming too, Holy Father. God is great, God is great. I…, I am cuuuuuumingggg!”

The Holy Father pulled his dick out of Sister Lorica. She did not move from her position as Father Dinovin placed himself behind her. “Lube…, do you have lube in here Holy Father.”

The Holy Father walked across the room to a small table. Sitting on the table next to a kerosene lamp that helped to light the room, was a small bottle of a clean oil, often used as a sexual aid. He grabbed it, walked over to Father Dinovin, and handed it to him. “This should do, Father.”

Father Dinovin poured about two tablespoons out onto his hand and lubed his very hard member. He then poured a similar amount out onto the same hand. He pushed the lube into Sister Lorica’s ass and then placed his also rather large cock at her puckered opening. “Are you ready, sister?” He asked.

Still on her hands and knees, she nodded yes and said, “Of course. Fuck my ass, Father. Fuck my ass please.”

The Holy Father sat upon a bench on the side, once again stroking his cock, hoping to go for another round. Father Dinovin smiled over at him as he pressed the head of his cock into her tight asshole, and felt the satisfying pop, as it gained entry to her backside. “Oh, my, her ass is still so tight. Bless his Holy name, her ass is so tight.” He began to pump her, slowly at first. “Reach back and play with your magic button, Sister Lorica.”

She did more than that. She stuck two fingers into her pussy, finding her G-spot as Father Dinovin began to speed his pumping into her. With a third finger she managed to push her clitoris, a bit harder than was normal, but she needed the stimulation to make herself cum again. “I…, I am not going to last. Her…, your ass is so tight, Sister Lorica. God, it feels so good.”

“Yes Father, yes Father, Yes Father. It…, it feel good for me too. Cum. Cum in me, Father. I am going to make myself cum. Cum in me. Yes, CUM IN ME!!!”

Father Dinovin moaned, expressing his pleasure with each stab of his cock into the beautiful Nun. The noises he made, the way he pumped her ass with abandon, made her feel very proud of herself. Suddenly she was cumming, clenching his dick with her rectum, trying to milk his cock. Even louder he groaned, his hands gripping her waist as he fucked her. “Sh-shit…, sorry. Cumming Sister Lorica. I am cumming in your tight ass. Yes, oh yes, it feels so good.”

She could feel his cum fill her backside. His hot cum sent her over and she managed to have a silent orgasm. It was a different pleasure from having a cock in her pussy, but it was not unpleasant. Her orgasm made her see stars and as the Father finished, she fell to the mat, a bit tired, but not completely worn out.

There was more that night. All three Priests took turns with Sister Lorica as the Head Mother had things she had to do. Sister Lorica did not mind, for she had become a cock addict.

The next couple of weeks Sister Lorica was very busy. The six Priests, plus the Holy Father, visited her nightly. Sister Lorica managed to get very little sleep. Between her normal duties as a nun and her nightly duties as a Gray Nun, she was tired. But Sister Lorica never complained. She knew it would not do her any good anyway.

At the end of those two weeks, three days before a Sunday service one of the regular Nuns knocked on her door. It was Sister Marie, “The Holy Father has requested your presence in his chambers.” She did not say anything more, but Sister Lorica could tell by the look on her face what her thoughts were.

Though not common knowledge, it was suspected by many of the other Nuns, that the Gray Nuns took part in sexual activity with the Priests. Sister Lorica did not care, she enjoyed her nightly duties.

She headed for the Holy Father’s room, wearing nothing but the coat she had been given. She believed that the Holy Father wanted her to take to his bed. She lightly knocked on the door and the Holy Father quickly opened the door. “Not tonight, Sister. I have something to tell you.”

He waved her in and she came into his quarters. “Of course Father, how can I otherwise be of assistance.”

“You will be sent on your first Sojourn in the morning. Father Strikes will be going with you as your escort. You are going to the Fairhaven Dukedom to be a guest of the Duke and Dutchess. There are some things I have to tell you.”

“Yes, Holy Father.”

“The Duke has requested your presence for about a week. There will be celebrations in which you will be part of those…, activities. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Holy Father.”

“There will be other women there. There will be Nobles and the most influential of the Merchants. Other women. Some of the Nobles of the Dukedom will be sharing their wives. My point is there are generally more men than women at these things. Those women, one will be you, will be very busy. Be prepared. Also, you will not be wearing any religious attire, no jewelry; or your cross. You are not to tell anyone that you are a Nun. As far as they know, you are a wife or one of the other women brought in as you want entertainment. You leave early upon the morrow.”

“Of course Holy Father.”

Chapter 5:

The sun was two hours from rising when Sister Lorica and Father Strikes were escorted to the carriage that would take them to Fairhaven and the Keep of the Duke and Dutchess. The carriage was escorted by six guards sent by the Dutchy for the safety of both Sister Lorica and the Father. This is because there are bandits between the small town and the church that the pair were assigned to. Between the Dutchy, or Dukedom, of Fairhaven and the church. The Carriage carried the flag of the Dutchy, so it was unlikely any bandits would harass the carriage that Father Strikes and Sister Lorica traveled in.

It was not the best time to travel for the spring rains were due. If they were to hit, the roads would become impassable. But, apparently, the Duke did not care about that. He wanted them to be there for the celebration.

The distance to the Dukedom was two days on the carriage, so they would have to stop at an Inn along the way. An inn considered High Class, and safe, the evening of the first day. Or that was the plan. Unfortunately, when they arrived at the Inn, they discovered it had an infestation of rats. They could not stop there. Sister Lorrica, generally a quiet person and not one to to express her own opinions or thoughts, spoke up. “Well, my former home is a few miles from here. I am sure my former parents before I married God, would take at least myself and the good Father in. The guards will probably have to sleep outside, I am afeared.”

The Guard leader, a mere Corporal, a bit timid finally spoke. He responded to Sister Lorica’s suggestion. “I don’t think we have much choice. Can you give the driver (one of the guards) directions?”

“Of course.”

The two-hour ride to her old home was uneventful. Just a few minutes before arriving at that house, the only person in the carriage, Father Strikes asked her some questions. “You are comfortable with returning to the home of your former parents?”

“As we have no choice, yes, I am comfortable with it.”

“Are you sure your father and mother will take you in? I mean, they might be uncomfortable with the situation. With you returning out of the blue. I mean…, I understand how most of the Nuns, especially the Gray Nuns, are found.”

“What do you mean, Father?”

The Father started to speak, but then he shook his head. It was perhaps true, that she did not know how the arrangements were made for her to become a Gray Nun. “Uhm, never mind. It appears we are almost there…”

She understands that there is more that Father Strikes wanted to say. But she let it drop. Just a few minutes later they pulled up to what was essentially a farmstead. One of the guards came to the door and opened it. The Guard reached out to take her hand, but the Corporal interjected. “No, I will go to the house. You guards keep an eye on things. Rolf, watch the roads. Stark watch the hillside behind the the place. You other three…, just watch please.”

Before he could walk up to the house, Delia, Sister Lorica’s father, came out of the front door of the house. The house had changed. It was in much better shape. She had never seen anything like this. Her house, her former house, was nothing but a hovel when she lived there. But now it was a much more modern home, with a wooden porch in front. The Corporal and her father spoke for a few minutes and then the Corporal came back to the carriage. “It turns out the house has three bedrooms. He said Sister Lorrica could sleep in the main bedroom, and we would sleep in the living room and the other two rooms. Do not worry we will have two guards awake at all times.”

“But…, my mo… My former mother? What of her?”

“He said he would explain. Let us go inside.”

The Corporal escorted her into the house. The front of her former home was completely different. It was a small living room, well appointed with nice furniture, and oil lamps, that in the past, they could not afford. Her father stood in front of a hallway that led to the other rooms of the house.

“Hello, daughter. You look well.” She was in her full habit, so she knew he could not see her. “Let me show you to my bedroom, which you will sleep in tonight.”

There was something about his words. The way he avoided eye contact with her. “Father…, where is Mother?” Again he looked down. He did not make eye contact with her and seemed unable to speak.

“Father, what is going on? I don’t understand?” The others had started to come into the house. Four of the guards and Father Strikes, including the corporal came inside. One of the guards would sleep under the carriage, the other on watch. “Let me show them to the other rooms, I will sleep here in the living room. Wait here a moment, Delia.”

It was only a few minutes when Dalmerian returned to the living room. “Come, let’s get you settled in my bedroom.” She did not question him but followed him to his private quarters. The only thing she had with her was a small carry bag. In the bag, she had an extra habit and a couple of sets of night clothing. “Do you want to get out of that? You must be extremely uncomfortable.”

“I am used to it Father. But yes, I will change. She did not start to undress and he finally realized she wanted privacy. “I’ll be back in a few. Would you like a cup of tea, daughter?”

“That’s fine, father. But again, I would like to ask. Where is Mother? What has happened to her?”

He did not answer. “I will be back with that cup of tea in a moment. You should change.” She quickly changed into a very revealing nightgown. A nightgown that had been given to her by the Head Mother. She did not even have the heavy coat to cover the see-through item, so she grabbed the blanket off the bed and wrapped herself in it. Her father returned a few minutes later with a cup of tea on a small plate. He set it on the bedside table, next to upon which Sister Lorica was sitting. “Here, I know we did not have tea much growing up, but I have acquired a taste for it recently.”

“That’s fine. Thank you, Father. But…, where is Mother? Why won’t you answer my question?”

On the opposite side of the rooms was a small chair. He pulled it up next to her, very close. “I don’t want you to be…, upset, or mad at her. In the past, we struggled. But I managed to put food on our table. It was decided…, well, to give you to the church so that there was one last mouth to feed. You can hate me, I would not blame you. Your mother did. She left and took up with a merchant in town. You know how beautiful your mother is.”

Sister Lorica, Delia, did understand. She was not angry with her father, or her mother. It would be pointless and Sister Lorica has always been a logical person. She reached out with her hand and touched his arm. “It is okay, Father. I understand why I was sent to the church. I am sorry about you and mother.”

“Thank you. I will let you rest now, my daughter.”

“One thing Father. My name is now Sister Lorica, and I should be addressed as such.” She gave him a

stern look as she said this.

“Yes, Sister Lorica. I…, well, I noticed you wear the gray habit. You are a member of a special order.”

“Yes…, it’s not important, Father.”

“I think it is, I think I know why the Church wanted you. Again…, I am sorry Dau…, Sister Lorica. Are the…, the duties of your order… Of your order, are they arduous?”

She smiled. “They are not, father. You need not worry. I enjoy being a member of the Gray Nuns.”

Her father looked down, “I can guess what those duties are. There have been rumors.” He was embarrassed, but he continued. “The men…, the priests. They spend time with you?” She shook her head yes. “I am sorry, so sorry.”

“Do not be. I am fine, father. I know why I was selected to be a Gray Nun. I am enjoying it, honestly. I hope you are alright, father.”

He nodded his head and left the room. She sipped the tea for a couple of minutes and then decided to climb into the bed. It was a larger bed than when she had lived here. She was dozing off when she heard the door come open. She did not have a candle or a lamp lit, and there was no light coming from the hallway outside. “Who is it? Who is there?”

Someone climbed into the bed next to her. She did not know how she knew. She just knew that it was her father. He had a scent about him that she recognized. She felt his skin, he was naked against her side. “F-father. Is there something you want?” He did not answer her. He was on her right side and he found her arm. He brought his hand down to her cock and she immediately understood what her father wanted from her. “Father…, did you want me?”

He reached down and found the hem of the gown she was wearing. She slid it up her body and Sister Lorica sat up so he could completely remove it. Without a word, she reached down and removed her underwear. Their eyes had adjusted some to the darkness and he could see his beautiful daughter as he climbed on top of her. Finally, he spoke, as his cock pressed against her opening. “Yes, father. I am ready. Fuck me, Father.”

Her father groaned with passion. She reached down and grasped his large cock and helped him to push it into her body. “You…, you are so wet. So tight. You like this do you not?”

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his face to hers. Just before their mouths joined in a passionate kiss she replied, “Yes, Father. I love this very much. Yes, fuck me, Father. Fuck me.” Their mouths locked in a passionate kiss. Her father pumped his cock in and out of her. It had been many years since he had felt a pussy so tight. It felt amazing. His cock inside her pussy was so amazing. She had always loved fucking his wife, but his daughter was even better he realized.

Their mouths Separated, “Fuck, oh fuck. Your cock feels so good. So good inside me father.”

“I…, I am going to want to do this again, daughter. Perhaps…, perhaps I can visit you at the nunnery.”

She did not answer. She simply enjoyed her father fucking her. The possibility of him visiting her at the church was minimal, but she did not want to ruin the mood. “Papa…, you feel so good inside me. Yes, father, fuck your daughter. Fuck me hard now.”

Her words sent him over. Dalmerian leaned back in and began to suck on Delia’s left nipple as he shot his load of cum into his beautiful daughter. Sister Lorica wrapped her arms around him, smiling as he pumped in and out of her. She understood that most people would think their coupling was wrong, but she did not care. She enjoyed the sex too much and realized her father needed this as her mother had left him.

Her father began to slow, his ardor spent. He rolled next to her and did not say a word. Sister Lorica did not turn and look at her father. She waited to see what he would do. He had come into the room naked. He then stood and said, “The others…, the men. I heard them talking. They all… Well, they all want to spend time with you.”

“Go to the Father. I know it is not supposed to be allowed, but perhaps he can turn his head. I would not mind servicing the guards…, and the good Father. It is my duty.” Her father nodded her head yes at Sister Lorica which she was only barely able to see in the semidarkness of the room. “Ask him to bring a candle with him, Father.”

“I have a few oil lamps.” Something they could never afford before. “I will have him bring one into the room.”

It was longer than she expected, at least a quarter-hour before the Father finally knocked on the door. “Come in.” She immediately said. The father quickly came into the small bedroom. He was carrying a lamp, which he set on the table aside her cup of tea. “How are you doing, Father Strikes? Do you…, do you need some relief?”

She was naked under the covers having cleaned herself from a bowl of water and a rag that was on the opposite side of the bed from the door. He came and sat on the bed next to her. “I am uncomfortable…, uncomfortable with the other men. They have expressed, night very quietly I might add, wanting to spend some time with you.”

“Father, I do not object. I am willing to serve any that might want me tonight. I feel it is my duty.”

“But you are not required to service the guards. You are for the church…, and certain others.”

“But, father. Is this not a Sojourn? Am I not to service some that are persons outside the church?” He stared at her for a moment but did not reply. “Since this is a sojourn, these guards who have cared for me, and protected me, do they not deserve my attention?”

Father Strikes shrugged and without another word began to take off his black cassock and his undergarments. Sister Lorica smiled, for Father Strikes was not one of the six priests at the Nunnery, the church, that had availed himself of her services. “You are ready? On your hands and knees, Sister Lorica.”

Still smiling to herself she moved into position as he instructed. She was anticipating this, for she truly enjoys servicing men, giving them sex. She felt the bed sink slightly as he climbed behind her. His left hand was on her backside, just above her ass, using his other hand he placed his cock at her opening.

“Are you ready, Sister?”

She looked back and gave him a questioning look. She replied, “Of course, Father.”

Father Strikes pushed his cock into her and she was surprised; shocked at the girth of his cock. She moaned aloud as he began to slowly fuck her, both of his hands on her waist. “God…, your canal is like silk. It feels so good, Sister.”

“Y-your fat cock is not bad either, F-father. Fuck me, father. It feels so good. So fucking good, father.”

“When…, when you have sex with men. You, t-talk like this?”

“Y-yes. The men like it when they can tell I am enjoying myself. I am enjoying myself, father. Just fuck me harder. Fuck me harder with that fat cock of yours. It feels so good.”

“You…, you are so good at this. So good at servicing men. God, you must be the best of the Gray Nuns.”

“I…, I am told I am preferred by the other priests. It’s…, it’s because I enjoy sex. I enjoy servicing the men. I…, I enjoy f-fucking. I enjoy my duties as a Gray Nun.”

“I can see…, I can feel that. I can feel your tight…, canal. Your very tight and wonderful canal. Y-your vagina.”

“Pussy, f-father. F-fuck my pussy. Fuck my pussy, hard father.”

“God…, you feel so good. So good Sister. Your…, your pussy feels good Sister. God…, you are so good at this.”

“Harder father. P-pound my pussy. M-make me cum father. Please fuck me harder. I need you to f-fuck me harder.”

“If I do. If I do I will cum. I will release.”

“It’s okay, fill my pussy with your stuff. Cum in my pussy and I will squeeze it and make myself cum. Fuck, please, fucking harder.”

His hands gripped her sides with a vice-like strength. Father Strikes had little experience with sex, so he did not know how to please her. He just needed to release and he felt himself building. “Yes, yes, yes… I am going to cum, Sister. I am going to release my stuff into you.”

“Yes, yes, I am cumming too, Father.” He could feel her inner muscles squeezing his manhood. “Fuck, you feel so good inside me. So good, fuck me, Father. Fuuuuuck! Cumming!” He did not reach up and squeeze her tits, he did not know this was part of the sex act. She understood this, that he was new at this. But his cock inside her was good enough. Wonderful enough. She loved him fucking her and for now, that was all she needed. His cock fucking her.

He grunted, he made a long moan and then he squirted his cum into her pussy. Suddenly she could feel his cock get fat as he sprayed her insides. It was hot and sensual. As amazing as anything, any cock she had felt. Maybe it was the newness, the fatness of his cock. She would remember this coupling and hoped that they could do this again. Sister Lorica, and Father Strikes.

He let her fall to the bed and then reached for his clothes. “Father…, can you empty this bowl of water,” motioning to the bowl on the side of her bed. “Ask whoever comes to bring me a bowl of warm water. Ask my father for another couple of rags.”

“Certainly. Of course.” He quickly dressed and left the room. A few minutes later the Corporal entered the room carrying a large bowl of warm water, a handful of rags underneath the bowl in his hands.

“Where would you like me to put these, Sister?”

She motioned for him to come around the bed and place the bowl on the floor. The side of the bed opposite the door. He did as she asked. Sister Lorica was under the covers. “Turn around. I don’t care if you see me naked. But I need to clean myself.” He complied and she quickly wiped the sweat off of her arms, her body, and even her legs. She then grabbed a small bottle of rose oil that she had in her bag and applied a small amount to her armpits, her breasts, and her inner thighs. “I am ready.” When she turned back and lay on the bed, the Corporal was still dressed. She was lying naked on the bed. “Are you going to undress, Corporal?”

“Oh…, uhm. Yes, of course. My name is Thad, Sister.”

“Okay, hurry up and get those clothes off. I have a lot of men to service tonight.” She said it with a grin on her face. Thad, the Corporal, then quickly undressed. She waved him over. He gingerly climbed onto the narrow bed next to her. “I don’t bite, move close Thad.” She had to suppress a smile at his nervousness. Realizing that he was shy, she leaned over on top of him. On his right on the bed, she reached down with that hand and grasped his cock. In seconds his cock was at full attention. His hardness made her juices run, “Shall I climb on top of you Thad?” He was so nervous that all he did was nod his head yes. “God, I am not going to hurt you.” She said to him.

Sister Lorica straddled his cock and slid her already wet pussy down onto his manhood. “Oh my, Sister. That feels so good.”

“Your cock feels good too, sir. God, you are so hard. So hard. Have…, have you ever been with a woman before? Been inside a woman?”

“No, you are my first.” As he finished those words Sister Lorica leaned forward and brought her lips to his. He was a bit awkward, but she managed to help him kiss her. She separated their mouths after a lengthy kiss and then she brought her left nipple to his mouth. “Suck my breast, Thad.” Of course, he obliged, sucking her tit hungrily. Her hands aside his shoulders she began to cum on his cock. All the sex, the stimulation, sent her over. “F-fuck…, yes Thad, I am cumming. Cumming on your cock.”

Thad released her nipple and pulled her mouth to his again. His hands wrapped around her, Sister Lorica’s inner muscles clamping down on his cock. He moaned into her mouth as they kissed when suddenly she felt his warm cum shoot into her body. He grunted in rhythm to Sister Lorica pumping up and down, and at the same time, squeezing his manhood.

Still hard he finished and she fell upon his chest. Both were covered with sweat in the small, warm bedroom. The pair of lovers gasped for breath as they came down from the height of their mutual climax. “God, that was amazing,” Sister Lorica said. She meant it too, there was just something about this young man. His smile, his gentleness, just his persona. She sat up, his shrinking cock still inside her, “Did you enjoy that Thad?”

“God yes Sister. Very much.” It was just as they finished, that they heard the patter of rain on the roof of the small house. Thad looked up at the ceiling, “Damn. If the rain is heavy, it might keep us stuck here for a time.”

Sister Lorica turned on her side and put her head on her hand, her elbow on the bed. Looking at him she replied, “Would that be such a bad thing?”

He turned and looked at her, “But…, you know what that means?” He looked down, a bit embarrassed at what he was thinking about. “It means you…, I mean. You might spend the entire time in this room. Do you understand?”

“I do, Thad, and I don’t mind. It is what I was trained to do. I know you don’t understand, but I love what I do.”

Chapter 6:

The spring rains set in. The road could not be traveled through the pouring rain in the heavy carriage, so the group had to wait the rain out. A single horse with a skilled horseman could get through. The Corporal sent one of the guards to inform the Duke that the group would arrive late. In the heavy downpour and sludge, it would take close to a day for the rider to reach the Keep. So it would most likely be two days before they received a response.

The Corporal and his five men did not mind, for that meant that the Sister would be available for entertainment. Father Strikes also had more turns with the beautiful nun. Sister Lorica did not mind, but by the evening of the second day, she was a bit tired. Father Strikes intervened and let the men know she would need her sleep that night.

As it so happened the rain broke in the darkness before dawn. Less than an hour later a rider returned with the news that a sled was on its way pulled by four horses that would better be able to traverse the muddy passage to the Keep. The sled with three more guards and a drover arrived just before noon and the entourage continued to the Keep. The going was quick with the sled and the group managed to arrive just a couple of hours after dusk. A good thing, as the rains once again returned. Another deluge.

As they arrived, pulling the carriage through the portcullis to the staging area in front of the Donjon.

Before she could disembark from the carriage, a steward ran to the door. Upon opening it he held up a hand motioning for her to stay in the carriage. He climbed into the cab and said to her, “Father you can go inside. You will be here as a temporary spiritual advisor. No more. It will be explained to you inside.” Turning to Sister Lorica as he exited the carriage, the steward said, “You must remove your habit.” In his hand was a garment bag. “Right here, right now. You should be used to being seen naked in front of men. Quickly please.” She did as she was instructed and in truth, she was used to undressing in front of men. “I see you have that coat. Put on this and then the coat over it. We will be going directly to the Duke and Dutchess’s chamber. Also…, while here, you are simply a young woman who enjoys the celebration that is about to come. Gray Nuns have been frowned upon by the aristocracy here. The reasons do not concern you.”

She nodded her head yes and put on the very sexy lingerie he handed her from the garment bag. She then put on the coat. Before they exited the wagon he continued, “What is your…, secular name?”

“In my past life, I was known as Delia.”

“Then here, that is what you will be called. Understand, Delia?”

“I do, yes sir.”

Sister Lorica, Delia, was led inside. First, down a long corridor, ornate in its decoration and appointments. She was nervous, mostly because she did not know what to expect. Eventually, they arrived at double doors with two guards standing at attention. “Wait here, Miss. The Duke’s aide-de-camp should arrive shortly.” With that, the Steward walked away.

Delia stood nervously for the few minutes it took the aid-de-camp to arrive. Eventually, a man in all black arrived, his demeanor seemed very serious, very military. He placed his hand under her elbow and nodded at the guard on the right who pulled the door open. The aide-de-camp, or regent, escorted her into the dramatically decorated chamber. There were at least a half dozen recamier or divan chairs/beds. On one side of the room, to their right, sat two flat and odd-looking beds. They were bent at a slight angle, head to foot. In the Center of the room at the back wall sat huge chairs that could be described as nothing less than thrones. Huge Tapestries covered all the walls, with gigantic six-foot candle holders, or candelabras circling the room. A dozen of them. Behind the throne stood a large window that lit the room during the day with enough light for most operations.

On those chairs sat a very handsome man perhaps in his forties. Next to him was a beautiful woman in her mid to late twenties. The pair were dressed in finery only aristocrats or rich merchants would wear.

“You are…,” the gentleman began, “you are the young lady from Ghastlin?”

Having been trained in etiquette by the church she responded, “Yes, your Grace.” She curtsied as she had been taught while responding.

“Can you remove the coat? Myself and my wife would like a better look at you, young lady.”

Unhesitatingly she roomed the coat at the Regent took it from her grasp and lay it across one of the Divans. “Oh, she is quite fetching. Isn’t she, husband.” The beautiful woman said.

He grinned and responded, “Quite. Beautiful one might say.”

“Well, husband. Are you going to partake of…” She looked at Delia and asked, “Your name again young lady?”

Again she curtsied, “I am Delia, my lady.”

“Oh, quite pretty. So…, as I was saying. Are you going to partake of her, my husband?”

“I think I shall. You don’t mind do you, my lady.”

“Of course not. May I call in my studs, my husband?”

“Of course. Now…, Delia, come here.” As he said this he walked over to one of the Divans. She immediately went to it and he motioned for her to lie back. “Yes, you are beautiful. I think I am going to enjoy this.”

At the same time, the Dutchess said to the Regent, “Tell one of the guards to go get my black studs.” He nodded to her and then went to the door. Meanwhile, the Duke had her sit up and he then slipped her sexy nightgown up and over her shoulders to reveal her incredible body. He then pushed her once again onto her back and leaned over, kissing her neck, and then her right shoulder. She smiled at the Duke as he looked down at her, removing his clothes. Delia was slightly surprised when he took off his underwear and his rather large cock sprung free. She could see he was rather proud of it. “Would you like to touch it, miss?”

With a smile, he reached out, wrapped her hand around his cock, and began to stroke it. “It’s very nice, your Grace. Would you like to put it inside me?”

“In due time, young lady. Delia is it, let me sit whilst you suck my cock.” She stood up and he sat on the Divan. Delia climbed between his legs, folding them under her on the floor. She grasped his rather large manhood and began to stroke it. Delia then brought her mouth to it, licking just the tip. It sent a shiver down his spine and she smiled up at him. She then pressed his cock, still in her hand, against his body. She licked under his balls, taking one and then the other into her mouth. “Oh…, God. Not too rough. But yes, you are talented.”

“Of course, your grace.” She then brought her mouth to his cock and engulfed a third of it. She began to twirl her tongue around his, her mouth moving slowly up and down on his member. The Duke, obviously no gentleman, grasped the top of her head and forced his cock down and into her throat. She choked as he held her face against his body, his huge cock buried in her throat. After a full minute, he finally released her and her head popped off of his cock, a huge wad of spit hanging from her mouth to his member.

“Okay, Delia. Lay back.” With the back of her hand, she wiped her mouth and then lay on the divan as he instructed. “Almighty…, you are gorgeous. So gorgeous.” He then quickly climbed on top of her. In one motion he slid his cock into her, his hands at her sides, looking down at her. “F-fuck. How…, how is someone like you so tight? So damn tight.”

She did not respond but pulled him down on top of her. The Duke generally did not like to kiss, but there was something about this woman. This beautiful young woman. They had a long languid kiss as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of her. She moaned into his mouth, truly enjoying his manhood pumping her pussy slowly.

Suddenly the door opened and two black men entered, wearing nothing but loincloths. She glanced over the Duke’s shoulder and saw them as they came to the Duchess who was a few paces to their left on another divan. Delia had never seen a black man before, and these two were dark as midnight. All they had on was the common loincloth of soldiers of the Dukedom, their chest bare, glistening in the candlelight. “Come here my studs.” She said and the pair sat on the divan to either side of her.

Suddenly the Duke pulled his cock out of her. He moved and sat next to her. He said, “Have you ever met a black man? Would you like to meet them?”

Still lying on her back, “Your Grace…?”

He reached his hand for her, “Come…, I am sure they would love to meet you.” She took his hand and they walked over to the Divan. The Duchess sat between the two black men. She had her hand underneath their loincloths, stroking their cocks. The Duke with Delia in hand, stood before the trio. The Duke reached down and lifted the loincloth on the one to the left of the Duchess. “This one is called Tao. They are from a region far to the south and east. At least we think so. How they ended up here is a long story.” As he spoke he reached to the side and untied the cloth on one side and then pulled it around and off of him.

Delia admired this black man. He was tall, at least one hundred and eighty-eight (not quite six feet two inches) centimeters tall. His chest and stomach were perfect in their shape. She found herself wanting to reach out and touch him. She had never seen skin so dark, so sensual.

Meanwhile, the Duchess had removed the other black gentleman’s loincloth. He was shorter than Tau, perhaps one hundred and eighty-three centimeters (about six feet tall). The Duchess leaned over and began to suck on the other black man’s cock. Neither had a small cock, the Duchess could barely wrap

her hand around it, the cock filling her mouth so that her cheeks puffed out. The Duke said, “This is…, how do you pronounce your name again, sir?”

He was leaning back on his hands, the Duchess sucking his cock. In a heavy accent, he replied, “Batoskas. I am called Batoskas.”

There was a sort of moan in his reply. Across the room, near the doors, the Regent stood almost as if at parade rest, his hands clasped behind his back. “Would you like to try this one, Delia?”

She turned and looked at the Duke, a questioning look on her face, “Your Grace?”

He pulled her over to another Divan. “Tau, come lie down.” He immediately did as instructed. “Come here, mount him, Delia. I want to watch for a while.” Delia climbed on top of him, his cock at the ready, his hand stroking it.

“Yes…, climb on top of me,” he said in his heavy accent.

She straddled his huge cock, her hand on his shoulders. “Oh…, wow. You are very hard for such a big member.” Slowly she pumped now. Down…, then up, his cock penetrating her deeper and deeper. She moaned, enjoying the cock she was pumping up and down on.

“Suck her tit. I want to watch you suck on her tit as she fucks you.” Tau leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her. He began to suck her left nipple as she fucked him. “Tellin…, come over here.” The Regent’s name is Tellin, for he walked over and stood next to the Duke, still naked, as he went back to the first divan where had fucked Delia.

Delia’s back was to them, so she did not see as the Regent removed all his clothes. The Duke lay back, he had grabbed a bottle of lube from somewhere. He used it to lubricate his ass and then handed the bottle to the Regent. The Regent then used a good amount of the lubricant, spreading it on his rigid member. The Duke lay back and the Regent climbed on top of him. He placed his cock at the Duke’s backside and pushed it into his ass. “God, yes, fuck me Tellin…”

Delia turned around to witness the Regent fucking the Duke. She turned back, concentrating on Tau, enjoying the cock she was pumping up and down on. She smiled at him as he lifted his face off of her breast, her nipple. “May I kiss you, Tau?” Tau pulled her face to his and the two kissed passionately, their tongues dancing as she felt herself move towards an orgasm on his huge dick. Tau was silent, no sound at all escaped his mouth as she kissed him. But she moaned loudly, her boobs bouncing up and down as she fucked him. Turning her head again, her words for the Duke, she said, “May…, may I cum? I need to cum.”

Groaning the Duke answered, “Yes. Cum on that monster cock…”

Out of character, more open, or wild than normal, she leaned back, “Yes…, yes. I am cumming. Cumming so hard on his cock. Oh yes, it feels so good. So good.”

Both the Duke and the aide-de-camp looked over and a small laugh escaped their mouths. But she did not say anything, simply pumped up and down on the cock inside her. It was a long and strong climax, and Tau seemed to enjoy the look on her face as he said in his heavily accented voice, “You like that…

Yes, do you like that?” She did not answer but continued to have that orgasm. Slowly she came down from the high of her climax until her hips began to slow, finally finishing. “You enjoyed that. Good. So did I.” He had not released, but Delia realized he did not care. That he loved simply pleasing his partner.

She climbed off of him. She turned around and witnessed the Duchess on the closest Divan, the other black gentleman, Batoskas, pumping her from behind. She was on her hands and knees, “God, yes, fuck me you black stud. Fuck my pussy.”

Further across on another Divan, she saw the Regent fucking the Duke who lay flat on his back, the Regent’s cock going in and out of her ass. Suddenly, noiselessly, they kissed. Delia had never seen two men having sex. For some reason, in some way she did not understand, it turned her on. It made her want to see it again. Perhaps join them.

End of Part One