Your Graceful Grace
John Wenzel did not know his last name was Wenzel. In fact, the only Wenzel he knew was a supreme ruler, and his lordship felt as distant to John as the furthest stars in the galaxy.
When he was born, his queen mother died during childbirth. The king, distraught and angered, ordered his servants to destroy the child. The majority of the servants were steadfastly loyal to their dead queen. As the rightful heir, they conspired to keep him alive and smuggle him back to his mother's homeland. The pope caught wind and conspired to have the child raised by nuns and strictly reared to be utterly beholden to God and only God. But also by transitive priorities to the Pope. The nuns all did as instructed. Even the youngest nun, Sharon.
A recent sinner herself, she had lost her unborn child at a very young age, and her family, so ashamed, disowned her and forced her into a life of servitude to the church. Her life led her to help raise and educate John.
Although on strict orders from the Pope, the Mother Superior thought of child rearing beneath her and handed all motherly duties to the lesser nuns, including Sharon.
Although extremely devout and strict, all the nuns found joy raising the child. Although they would allow him to play sometimes with the nearby village children, they were hard on him for his studies. Some of the children were sent to learn with him under the influence of the Pope and with auspices to educate possible future bishops. However, John was isolated and often treated with higher expectations by his teachers. He learned quickly to find solace in reading and writing.
At the age of 18 years, he had grown up to be a robust and brilliant man, though still very sheltered and strictly religious. All of his life so far, no one had mentioned anything about his lineage. Indeed, almost everyone around him did not know.
King Wenzel ruled for all those years, and his kingdom prospered and flourished; even the remote village near John was eventually connected by roads that all led back to the heart of the growing empire.
But when the king passed away, he left a tremendous power vacuum. His son Charlemagne did not inherit his father's ethics, wisdom, and temperance. Many old rumors about the existence of a rightful heir have been rekindled. The new king also had his vices, drinking, gambling, and whoring. Very quickly, the scrupulous network of taxation, bean counting, and security net vanished seemingly overnight, and raiders and warring bands became emboldened. The Pope, seizing his chance, began to move pieces to return John to his proper status.
One night, a warring band came across the remote village and convent. These savages had no respect for God or gods and did not have qualms about raiding and pillaging everyone and anyone.
The nuns fled to the cellar for safety, but John realized Sharon was not there yet. Sharon had grown in her faith and status and was now only second to Mother Superior. John went back to retrieve her. He found her surrounded by raiders and daggers pointed at her. John snapped and, with reckless abandon, charged the four attackers. Much more experienced in fighting and stronger, they laughed as they fought him. They wanted to enjoy some brawling before slicing him. But no matter how many times he went down, John got up. The leader of the group finally pinned John to the ground and drove a dagger into each of his hands. He laughed mercilessly and told John to watch as he and his men were to have their way with her. John screamed at the top of his lungs in horror.
Almost as if by divine intervention, his cries were answered. Three paladins that had previously been dispatched to bring John to the Holy See made it just in time. Although only three, they fought valiantly against the raiders. Two were seriously injured, but the third swiftly cut off the leader's head. Spooked and wounded, the bandits that were still alive fled.
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Recovery and rebuilding were long and arduous. For John, the blades had severed bone and veins; typically, these injuries were fatal, but the nuns were said to have magical healing and were able to stop the bleeding and administer care.
Immediately, John realized his injuries left his hands practically useless while they healed. The nuns would kindly take turns helping him with daily tasks. But now, he could no longer relieve himself. The first few days, it did not bother him as the pain was unbearable. But when a young nun bathed him, his rock-hard cock sprang at her as she took down his pants. Blushing, she screamed, frightened. All the nuns found it hilarious except Sharon. She kindly stepped in and finished helping him bathe.
She undid the top layers of her habit, and her glorious black hair fell past her waist. Because it was so warm, only a thin shirt and dress were all she wore when she stepped into the steamed-up washroom. John was stunned. All his years, he had only caught a few glimpses of her beautiful long hair. Never saw her out of her habit. Never realized that she was so well developed. Although older, she had a slim waist, with wide hips, a huge ass, and a spectacular pair of giant round tits. The habit found a way of completely hiding all this. John had no idea she was indeed packing. Seeing her in a thin shirt quickly acquiring moisture was like something he should never be allowed to see.
This did not help his boner, which was now ferociously twitching, and precum began to bead then seep. Sharon did not notice, or rather pretended not to see this raging hard-on, and simply went on gently scrubbing his body. When she had almost washed everything except his groin and raging member, John said, "Thanks, I'm good here." he was flustered, trying to catch his breath.
Sharon looked down and smiled dearly at John. "It's okay" I've cleaned you before. And we have to make sure you stay clean so you can have a speedy recovery."
John averted his eyes. He felt so guilty, burning with the desire to be touched.
Sharon knew that John had been frustrated. His mood was sour, and he had been quick to annoyance these last few days. As she quickly washed him gently, his dick pulsed as the warm wet cloth gently scrubbed over this cock and balls.
"Sorry," he yelped as his dick swung into her hand. It felt warm and soft.
"It's okay, honey," the nun said, smiling, her reassuring eyes softened as she stared at him. "I know just how hard things have been, and honestly, it's all because of me. If you hadn't stepped in and defended me, those evil men would have had their way with me and even kidnapped me before we could be rescued. It's my fault you're in so much pain."
"A lot of help I did," John grumbled sorely. His ears and face burned red. Sharon admired him; he had grown up so fast.
"To me, it was everything, and you really are my hero." John blushed, but Sharon continued, "I want to help you. I know just what you need, and I think I owe it to you to offer you some relief."
"What? No. You don't have to. I'm fine." John mumbled, hardly believing what he was hearing; he averted his eyes full of shame.
"Nonsense, this will be real quick, and it's no problem. All we have to do is ensure you are properly taken care of so you may have a speedy recovery." With that, she began stroking his hard cock.
"What," gasped John. He couldn't believe it. The room began to spin as pleasure overtook him. It had only been three days, but his body ached and shuddered as she got into a rhythm of long, forceful strokes. She cupped and massaged his balls with her other hand.
"It's okay, baby. Everyone needs relief. It's so good to let go and be able to release. Please let it go." Her voice was warm and gentle, but she was earnest. There was almost a matter-of-fact tone as she spoke. The realization sunk in what she was saying. "It's okay to go ahead and cum." The long strokes continued. She began to breathe heavier though still softly. John was panting, close to hyperventilating. There was nothing more his body wanted to do than to release this very instant. But his mind was convinced this was wrong. "John, cum for me, please."
"I'm cumming." John erupted. His balls emptied into the washcloth she moved over his dick. The cum was too much for the cloth, and it sprayed on her hands and arms. John was mortified, but as she cleaned up, he looked at her face. He thought he could see a glint and smile in her eyes as she gently said, "Well, we'll just have to get you a bigger washcloth next time. And maybe we shouldn't let you get this backed up. We should take care of this at least once a day."
The following day, John could not believe all that had transpired the night before. The steaming bath scene seared into his mind. It was all he could think about. Sharon made it seem like nothing happened and smiled, "Good morning," as she sat his breakfast before him. John reddened, but as she walked away, his eyes bore into her back, now with a hyper realization of what was underneath.
"You are beaming; something wonderful must have happened to you last night," Viola, the young nun who had shrieked at his cock last night, was now helping him eat his breakfast. With some insistence, she persuaded John to let her feed him. She wanted to overcome her embarrassment and ensure nothing came between their friendship. Although he was raised there, he often felt like an outsider, and Viola was still adjusting to this life; the two were able to form a strong bond and friendship.
John now noticed how pretty she looked. Well, she always looked pretty, but now he noticed how her habit had folds and contours similar to Sharon's. That made John fantasize that Viola must also be pleasantly shapely under her garments. Her face, pale and slightly freckled, was stark because her lips were full and reddish. Accentuated by finely shaped auburn brows, she had long lashes that fluttered as she said, "Please tell me."
"Nothing," he smiled.
"You're such a terrible liar. I know exactly when you're lying to me."
John frowned a bit. It was true the two had grown close in friendship, and although he did like her, he had always fought to think pure thoughts and not be overcome with temptation.
"Well, I had a really vivid dream," although true, surely he could not tell her about the dream of seeing that wet hair draped down the front of Sharon's chest. The damp fabric of her shirt slowly revealed her voluptuous shape, and her nipples poked through the fabric--the sensuality of her careful strokes.
He shook his head and continued. He retold one of his recurring dreams. In the dream, he flew past distant stars into a wondrous new galaxy. As his body neared a close solar system, the sun and the moon bowed and praised him. All 8 of the planets bowed and praised him as well. Although slightly different each time, these details mostly remained the same. More consistently, the dream always made him feel whole.
"You've had that dream and told me about it before," Viola said suspiciously. "You've read that Bible story too many times, and the astronomer teacher who visited us from the Holy See and lectured you was full of kooky ideas about stars and solar systems. I can't believe the church has not squashed those silly ideas entirely." She was now pouting, sure he was not being honest with her.
"Well, this one felt so real. I've never seen it so vivid. So full of wonder. I felt home and complete."
Still not convinced, Viola decided it was best to leave it and coyly replied, "Well, next time you need to wash, I promise I won't freak out. Please let me wash you like I was supposed to."
"Mother Sharon finished; she did okay."
"Well, of course she did; she's always cared for you, and you did risk your life to rescue her bravely." At this comment, John grimaced more than the physical wounds; the fact that at the moment of the attack, he was physically helpless plagued him. Noticing, Viola quickly continued, "Besides, she's next in line to head this convent. She shouldn't have to worry about menial tasks like trying to clean up a dirty little boy like you."
"Well, maybe if you do a better job than her, I'll consider it." The devious smile behind his eyes made her flutter momentarily. She thought she had felt a shiver run through her. Shyly, he quickly added, "It won't be necessary. Sharon and the rest of the sisters have really helped me recover. It's almost magical how quickly I'm recovering. Even the paladins are recovering quickly. I talked to one to thank him. He seemed too young to be a paladin."
Viola smiled as she helped him to the last of his food. "Oh my gosh, they are both so dreamy."
The two paladins were staying to recover from their injuries. Their third, the one in charge and the one who beheaded the bandit chieftain had assessed all who were injured, spoke with Mother Superior briefly, and sped back to report at the Holy See.
Annoyed, John retorted, "Dear sister, children of God should not be so quickly moved to temptation." Knowing that he was mostly joking, she jabbed back.
"Brother, is someone jealous, perhaps?" The fact he did not smile told her to drop it. "Well, what did he say? Why were they here? Everyone is grateful they showed up when they did, but paladins have never been in these parts, I'm sure of it."
"Well, that's the weird thing. Sir Raphael, the one who spoke to me, said they were dispatched on orders from really high up. The other two, Sir Gabriel and Sir Michael, kept him in the dark and was only squiring for them."
"A paladin squiring for other paladins. They must be really high-ranking. After all, they must have fought against well over a dozen bandits before the rest fled." Viola said. Her voice filled with amazement and admiration.
"Whatever the mission, they had to abort. They will head back as soon as they are able. Wonder what it was all about." John wondered for a long time.
***
The entire day, Sharon did not even show a hint of what happened the night before. So much so that John began to doubt and wonder if it had all simply been a vivid dream that hadn't happened. That night, Sharon came as usual to help him get comfortable, check his wound, and change the bandages. As she finished, she said, "Alright, as promised, one last thing." She undid his sleeping pants and pulled them down swiftly.
She sat beside his bed and brought a large towel and a small bottle of fragrantless oil. In the soft moonlight that lit up his room, she swiftly oiled her hands and, gripping his balls with one hand, her other oiled, warm hand began the long, deep strokes. John, overcome with lust and surprise, gasped. It felt terrific; she expertly worked on his member, now glistening with oil and pre cum.
"Yes, that's right, let me take care of you. You're so big and strong. I know you're used to doing everything yourself, but this is temporary. Soon, you'll be back as good as new. Until then, I will stroke it for you and allow you to release." She said all this in a low voice while staring into his eyes. John could not maintain the stare and closed his eyes into ecstasy.
"Now we're not in the washroom, so you must tell me when you release so I can catch all of it with this towel." John opened his eyes, and he was getting close. Her eyes glimmered. John could feel the blood rush all over him. His heart beat louder. Her delicious touch coursed with precision as she carefully quickened the pace. Her wet hands squeezed the long member and balls.
With the overwhelming desire to cum filling him and nothing else, he dared himself to stare at Sharon's beautiful face. He noticed that she was staring intently at his hard cock. Her pale face flushed slightly pink. Her mouth was somewhat open, soft panting. "Cum for me, baby."
"I'm close, mom." Although he referred to most of the older nuns by Mother, he had always slipped up and called Mother Sharon "mom," but now he felt so mortified. She looked into his eyes and gave a small, warm smile.
"Cum for me, baby," she repeated.
This, plus the eye contact, made him gasp, "I'm cumming." He erupted like yesterday. His massive load sprayed widely, but with the towel, she was able to capture most of it.
"You are still so backed up. We really have to do this a lot more. Is that okay? Just until you're better." A warm sparkle in her eye. She massaged him a bit as she finished cleaning up all the cum.
"Yes," he managed to gasp.
She embraced him. Kissed his forehead gently. "That's my boy," she whispered.
The next few days, John became consumed with his thoughts of Sharon. Each night, as promised, she would enter his room and quietly expertly work out a massive load.
He could think of nothing else, even with everyone fawning over the paladins. Although the convent was sworn not to reveal their presence, the nearby village suddenly became very interested in dropping by and trying to catch a glimpse of them. Even without a full recovery, they had to move along and promised that should they ever be nearby, they would visit.
John had been able to speak to them when he went to the nursing station to get his wounds checked. Although gravely injured, they were making swift recovery like John. As they were mostly surrounded by nuns, they enjoyed talking with John and even shared a few war stories.
The last time he spoke to them, they were deep in a chess game. Sir Gabriel, the older, higher-ranking paladin, clearly toyed with his younger opponent, Sir Raphael. Knowing his defeat, the young paladin resigned and asked John for a match, seeing as there was no way he could put up a good fight against Sir Gabriel.
John, not so sure of his skill level, was excited. He knew paladins were all trained not just in martial combat all their lives but brilliant scholars as well. The two had an intense match. Sir Raphael became a bit cocky when the match was seen to grind to a stalemate. Each only having a pawn and a knight left. John knew he should be happy with the draw but played on. In a series of dull moves, the young paladin blundered, and his face reddened in resignation as Sir Gabriel roared with laughter. Jabbing the young paladin, saying everyone will not let you live down this defeat to a random commoner.
Sir Raphael, more annoyed at Sir Gabriel, composed himself and shook John's hand. There was admiration in his eyes. "Good game, well played. I will keep learning and training. I hope life grants us the chance to meet and I promise our rematch will have a different outcome."
John smiled. It was hard to hide pride now. He knew there was a lot he could also improve on, but his mind was now all consumed by one thing and one thing only.
Even the warm baths, although sometimes assisted by Viola, meant little to him. He wouldn't even try to tease her about his hard cock. And Viola pretended it wasn't there. She would try her best not to fantasize about it as she would quickly scrub him down. She would look at John's eyes as she carefully cleaned his cock. John now only had eyes for one glorious woman.
John was conflicted. She was the closest thing to a mother figure, and he knew this was wrong. He wrestled with his growing lust and his devout conviction this was wrong. Sharon knew he was troubled, and although she never even hinted at their activities during the day each night, she would calmly reassure him he was a growing man with needs, and it was perfectly okay and natural to let someone help. Her soft low voice only quickened his lust, and he would cum hard each time.
Sharon quickly began to remove her top layers and let her hair down. His stares reassured her that this made him feel at ease and helped him cum faster. After a few weeks, his stamina built up. Indeed even though he promised her he was trying to cum as quickly as possible, he would fight with all his might to delay, mostly in vain. He wished to slow down as much as possible and enjoy each drop of these precious nights with Sharon.
She knew he was constantly trying to last longer, and it filled her with joy how he would turn to puddy in her fingers. Although she quickly became very comfortable with their arrangement, she would make an effort to hide her pleasure. She had become fond of helping him this way and began to enjoy herself immensely. She was good at hiding her pleasure, but he would pick up on the subtle subconscious hints. Her breasts would swell whole, pushing against the thin fabric of her shirt. Her nipples would practically rip through the fabric. Her face became youthful, and her tongue heavy and wet--a barely visible pink flush on her face when he came.
She began to make a conscious effort to come with wet hair and push her tits on him or up close to his face. She still tried to maintain a low monotone voice, gently coaxing him to cum. In the beginning, she immediately threw the towels into the wash, but after a few sessions, she would take them to her private office first, and she would stare at the cum and begin to sniff and inhale the sticky mess. She would masturbate furiously and eventually began to taste and eat the cum. The first time she allowed herself to eat and swallow the cum, her body trembled as her orgasm rumbled every inch of her.
As their comfort and drives grew red hot, she commented that the immense amount of cum meant they should probably get relief more than once a day. "Just ask when the urge is too much to bear, and if we can find a quiet, secluded spot, we can get an extra session out of the way."
The first time was the following day during prayer hour. Everyone was quietly in deep prayerful meditation. John was too scared to ask, but as he approached, Sharon's big, warm smile and twinkle in her eye let him know it was okay to ask. The easiest spot would be her study as it was a private office, and she was second only to Mother Superior. He had been in her study many times, but this time, as she locked the door behind her, he slowly studied her collection of books, primarily religious, a massive pile of papers overtaking her desk and a few trinkets.
She sat him in her oversized, comfortable chair, pulled down his pants, and got in between his knees. She removed her top layer and said, "We have to be really quick this time. We don't want to be gone the entire prayer hour. Someone will surely notice."
"I know, Mom, I'll try."
"Please try," she said in her low voice. She pushed her tits into his thighs, the thin fabric of her shirt the only separation. She began to stroke expertly. "We really do need to be quick. You can do it for me, can't you, baby?"
"I'm trying," John gasped, fighting against this with all his might. Sharon looked wonderful, her big eyes shimmering. They knew everyone else was quiet, and they had to be as quiet as possible. A deep sense of desire was shifting. Where there was once fear and guilt, now lust and desire unfurled like a flower blooming. His eyes locked onto her heaving chest as her breath quickened.
"Do you think if I show you them, it will help you go faster?" She asked, repositioning herself in between his legs.
John nodded furiously.
Swiftly and impossibly quietly, she stood up and removed her shirt. He was treated to the most glorious titty drop. Incredibly pale because she never put them in the sun, her massive round tits sat inches from John's face. Her slightly pink-colored nipples were perked up and very hard. They screamed for John to ravage them. Frozen with surprise, John was left with his mouth gaping.
She kneeled back down she used her hands to shove her massive tits to cradle his balls on top of them. The nipples brushing his skin sent electric shivers up her body. She shivered as she tried to get back into a rhythm of massaging his balls against her tits while stroking him.
It was too much. The room became impossibly hot. John burned with lust; nothing he could do would be enough to stop his eruption. Sharon blushed; all pretenses of trying to be remote and not turned on by the situation left her face and body. She quickened her pace, and her sultry stare sealed inevitability into him.
"I'm cumming," he tried to mouth.
She already knew the signs and signals and knew with precision the moment he crossed his threshold. She swiftly grabbed her shirt. He came so much, globs sprayed her onto her tits. She chuckled softly as she wiped up the mess. "I'm glad that was quick," she whispered softly in his ear. John was hyper-aware of hanging heavy breasts grazing him. Her sweet smell intoxicated him. She carefully folded the cum soaked shirt and stuck it in a drawer.
Still topless, she helped him dress. And said, "You first, I'm going to finish cleaning."
He closed the door, still trembling. Something kept him from leaving her door, and he paused to listen. He could no longer hear her shuffling about in her office. He pressed his ear to her door, and ever so faintly, he thought he could make out deep breaths and the sweetest, soft moans. A furious, barely audible scratching etched deep into his mind.
John tried his best to find the windows of opportunity to get a session, even with a newly found interest and scrutiny from Mother Superior. She would drop by asking John questions about himself and how his studies were going. She would drop by his classes, to much chagrin, by students and teachers. She had a new assistant who arrived from who knew where and was always in her ear. John started to notice that the assistant would always be close by, paying close attention to him. This made it difficult to find time to get away.
John and his small cohort would soon graduate, and most had been accepted into a seminary school in the large city a few days by horse ride away.
He redoubled his efforts to find windows of opportunity and had several sessions when the rest of the convent was in an event or church service. He looked for ways to sneak away. Sharon was good about realizing when he needed it and did her best to pull away when she could. Although between being second in command and the scrutiny of high mother meant the windows seemed few and far between to them. But, without missing a night, she would come clean and change his bandages. He felt fortunate by what followed each time.
Sharon no longer wore an undershirt, ever it seemed. And on several occasions, no underdress. Just plain white panties that made John's blood roar to his member.
Each time, he would take his time drinking in the sweet sight of those heavenly breasts. Because she always wore a habit, her breasts were incredibly pale. Large, round, and heavy, he loved when they would brush up against his skin. Her nipples were nicely shaped. They were smallish very round, and the areola was very light. It would almost disappear in the low glow of moonlight, as he could barely make out its perimeter. Her nipples were beautiful. Even when they started soft when she would begin to stroke him, and his pre cum would flow into her oil-slicked hands, her nipples would harden and stand erect.
They screamed to John for a taste. These glorious tits would sway and tremble as she swiftly serviced him. She smelled glorious, but on occasion, she would come to his room without showering, and that is when John felt that she smelled the best. He grew to love the rankness of her mature womanly smell, and it would drive him insane. He would cum with explosive abandon.
Now that over two months had passed, his hands were fully healed, but he continued to exaggerate his discomfort and ability to function with them. The nurse, in their conclave, very publicly announced that despite his protests, John's hands were fully healed, and he no longer needed bandages or extra help. After all, everyone knew the nuns seemed to have divine healing powers.
Sharon smiled yet seemed sad. She hugged him and said, "How about one last time?"
"Yes," he pleaded.
Next to his bed later that night, she took off her habit and sat very close to him in only panties. Her long hair hung around her beautiful breasts. She began with oiled hands to do long sensual strokes of his cock and massage his balls. Her face glowed, her heaving breast swelling with her deep breaths. "I know you can take care of yourself now, so this will be the last time, so how about we make it special?"
"Please," he gasped. A moment later, he asked, "Does it have to be that last time, though?" The question hung in the air as their eyes were locked on each other.
Her face flushed a faint pink as she smiled, "Well, I just thought you were okay. You don't need this anymore."
"I know, but this is the best part of my life right now. Mom, I love you so much I don't ever want to do this without you."
She chuckled, "Please, handsome boy like you, you don't want your old mom helping you like this. One day, you'll meet a nice young girl who will do this and much more with you. I promise you'll forget all about your old mother as soon you get to the city."
"Hell no," he never cussed. And Sharon saw a seriousness in his gaze as he continued, "I don't care. I want you. I know you like it too." He froze. He had never been so assertive with her before.
But she smiled proudly and said, "I would be happy to service you as long as it pleases you, especially since I will dearly miss you once you have to further your studies. Now, as promised, this will be special, but it does not have to be the last time. Watch."
With that, she grabbed both of his hands. The hands had magically healed so fast it had indeed been a miracle. But the wounds did leave behind fresh, deep scarring that disfigured his big, strong hands. She kissed each of his scars and then led one of his hands and brought it to her stomach. Maintaining eye contact, she squeezed his cold hand into her soft, warm flesh and dragged it up all the way to her swollen, heaving breast. John was wide-eyed, breathing heavily.
She smiled, "I'm glad you like my breasts so much, John. I think they like you too. And now that your hands are better, I think it might be nice to treat them to something they can grab onto," she moaned as she now worked his hand over her right breast, squeezing his fingers to make him pinch her nipple and slightly pull. Her soft groans filled the room and roared blood into his cock. He thought surely he must have died and gone to heaven because the next thing he knew, she brought her other breast into his face and softly squeezed his face into it. "This is your special treat."
John had his face smashed into one of the most amazing views he had ever witnessed, and he inhaled deeply. Taking his time, he nuzzled her breast and nipple. "Taste it," she gasped, now returning her right hand to rapidly jerk him off as her other hand held his head close and let him know there was no escape.
He opened his mouth, and her nipple slipped in. Slightly salty with sweat, he took time to savor the nipple with his entire tongue. She squeezed him in further, causing his teeth to sink into her breast. He began ever so slightly to give her some suction.
"That feels so good, baby. It's been so many years since you've sucked on your mommy's breasts, but it's never turned me on more than now." John could barely believe his ears. With this admission, he wildly and hungrily increased the intensity and pace of his sucking. Although she tried to be quiet, her soft moans became dirtier and more passionate. She was breathing heavily, trying to stay composed, but John knew they had long crossed a rubicon. The room became sweltering with their rising body temperatures and sweat.
When John switched his mouth to her neglected nipple, she gasped intensely close to his ear. "Oh baby, what are you doing to me?" John didn't know but knew he didn't want to stop. John was thankful that, in her passion, she had lost the rhythm of jerking him off as he felt he was so close to exploding. After a few minutes, he felt her body tremble, and her gasping quickened. She forcefully pushed him down on his bed. She crawled down to his cock and began to gently kiss and nibble around his cock.
She gently, slowly, began to kiss ever so softly around the tip of his glistening dick. The precum, sticky and slick, flowed freely. She lapped up the familiar, slightly salty bitterness. She massaged his balls with her tits as she picked up the intensity and pace of her mouth and tongue.
John couldn't help but moan softly. This was all way too much to him. As she began to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat, her rhythm became steady. She slurped nastily all over his cock. Once she had soaked his entire shaft wet with her saliva, she used a hand to jerk him off near the base of his cock while she sucked with pressure on his head. Her tongue fluttered in alternating rhythms on his head. She would wrap her tongue around his as she sucked more.
John erupted. It came so suddenly he couldn't croak out a warning, but Sharon, with her precise perception, anticipated. She dove deep, swallowing his large, long member. She forced her throat to open and receive him. Her mouth reached the base of cock, and as he emptied into her throat, she continually pushed, shoving her teeth into his balls, her tongue dancing and twirling at the base of his cock.
After two large pumps of cum she gagged and choked some, but she forced her mouth closed on his tip, determined not to let any cum escape her. After two more large pumps, her mouth became full, and she could not swallow his warm, bitter nectar fast enough. Although she had by now eaten at least a gallon's worth of cum in the past from washcloths and t-shirts --all out of sight after the fact-- none of it could compare to the intense warm pleasure she now felt slurping nastily directly from the source.
Cum dribbled out of her mouth as each warm swallow sent vibrations through her body. Her pussy was now wet as she did not stop her hungry lapping and sucking of the now semi-hard head. She savored his dick in her mouth intensely. John felt as if his soul was sucked out of him and faded to black in ecstasy.
John knew he was breathing rare air. The feeling immediately sank in that a new threshold had passed, and he could never return. He didn't want to.
He had already changed since that night of the attack. The quiet, meek young man had bravely ventured and charged the attackers, so his mind and self-esteem grew. Now, with the love and care of Mother Sharon, he became more confident and more at ease with himself. He had started training physically to make up for his inadequacies the day of the attack. He took up sword practice even without a real teacher and pushed himself to become stronger. Many noticed, none more so than his dear friend Viola.
Although there was no immediate major shift, when John would reflect later, he would realize there were many hints. While everyone had started treating John with more respect and considering him a proper young man, Viola loved to continue teasing him as her little brother. She would tease him about other women, especially Sharon. Although too subtle for John's perception, she constantly flirted with him.
However, John did notice that Viola was in Mother Superior's office occasionally. Or he would spot her walking with the Superior's assistant, Circe. John couldn't be bothered by this too much. His focus was singular, his passion growing and growing.
In the following days, John felt as if he was floating through the air. Although Mother Sharon no longer needed to change bandages, she still tried to visit him each night before bed. He became more confident approaching her during the day, and although cautious, they would sneak away and find a quiet, secluded spot for their pleasure. The forbidden aspect drove him insane. His loads remained prominent, but Sharon seemed to love it when he came a lot in her mouth. She would make a point to slurp up every drop, even from her heaving tits. At times, when she was straddling his leg, she would leave a wet spot on him. John noted her mature, sweet, and sour smell, and it would fill the room and haunt his dreams.
Each time, John initiated, but after a few weeks of heaven-on-earth-head, he was pleasantly surprised when Sharon signaled discreetly to him during the morning service one day. As he left the small congregation, his head was pounding with blood. He pretended to go to the washroom but quickly detoured into Sharon's office. She was already waiting for him.
She was kneeling before her big chair, taking off her clothes. As he moved slowly, she got up. Her breasts were gleaming with swollen heaviness, and her black hair cascaded around her pale breasts. John stalled to enjoy the sight, but she moved him forcefully into the chair. With no words, she immediately began to suck his dick with a hungry desire. After a few seconds, she worked him into her throat, and he almost busted immediately.
John shuddered with the realization that Sharon was enjoying herself. Her slurps, her spitting profusely onto his cock. The way she used the tip of her tongue to thoroughly twirl around the head of his cock. The way her eyes would roll back each time she forced the cock down her throat. When she would gag at times, she would carefully suck his balls to catch her breath, looking up hungrily into his eyes.
Today, her face was exceptionally youthful. Her tongue seemed enormous and heavy, and her mouth salivated like crazy. John leaned forward and carefully grabbed both of her breasts. He had grown very fond of massaging and feeling her breasts while she worked her magic. Her nipples were very hard and pointy, and he began to pinch and twist them slightly. This made her moan and return to a steady rhythm of taking this cock deep into her throat.
He tried to pull back and delay as much as possible, but her mouth had a devious suction today that could not be resisted. Even though they tried to be as quiet as possible, moans escaped John. Sharon also moaned, and her otherworldly suction filled the room with slurping. He couldn't last. He came hard. Sharon swallowed furiously but also allowed the last few squirts to glisten on her face and tits.
John beamed. But Sharon wasn't done.
She kept licking gently, starting with the tip and working her way down until licking and sucking on his balls. They locked eyes. She looked down to see that cum had spilled into her chest; she grabbed her tits and pushed them up, sucking all the cum off of it. When she got to her nipple, she sucked hard. John had never seen a more beautiful sight. "I love you," he whispered.
Her eyes widened, and a smile flushed her face bright pink. She turned to his balls and gradually picked up suction and intensity. She rolled them with her tongue and slobbered, taking enjoyment in his moans. His semi-hard cock pulsing back to life. She licked slowly from the base all the way back up. When she reached the top, she sucked the tip hard and began to jerk him off, finding a rhythm working her hands and mouth in unison. After a few moments, she started to deep throat again, and her body shivered. Her pussy became soaked again.
They heard a light tap on the door as time stood still for both. And then soft shuffling footsteps. Frozen with fear, they waited in an uncomfortable silence. Although Sharon was still, she did not let up on her suction. She was halfway down his cock, frozen in place. After hearing nothing, she continued to drool and softly resume her duty.
John, still frightened, stiffly tried to stop her. He had never dared touch hair or head while she serviced him. The only thing he had dared touch was the soft rubbing of her tits and pinching of her hard nipples. In his fear, he grabbed a handful of her hair near her scalp and tugged her head to stop her suction. This sent a jolt of pleasure down her scalp, extending into her body. When he realized he was pulling on her hair, he tried to stop, but she grabbed his hand and guided him to hold on to her hair. Getting the hint, he softly caressed her head, burying his hands deep into her long, lush hair. He grabbed gently and tightly. He tugged on her to take his cock deeper. Slowly, he built confidence in his movements, and his big, strong hands encouraged her to satiate a deep longing in her throat.
Her moans resumed, barely audible, but the apparent arousal in her voice pushed him once more over the precipice. As he pumped into her mouth once more, Sharon's soft body trembled on his. She held him tightly as the pleasure passed through her in waves. John massaged her head gently as she held his soft cock in her mouth. The smell of sex intoxicated them, and they got up quietly to get dressed.
They did not exchange another word, but John hugged her as they were to depart. He meant to go for a kiss on the cheek, but she intercepted his mouth with her lips and tongue. Her mouth was bitter with the taste of cum, but John could care less. He leaned into the kiss and her soft body. Her tongue danced in his mouth.
Although they had grown in passion, this kiss seemed much more intimate and forbidden. Sharon's lips, full and soft, felt amazing. She patiently guided his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it hungrily. As she kissed his ear, she said it: I love you.
The door was securely locked; if anyone was nearby earlier, they might have heard something, but Mother Sharon said there was no need to worry until someone came forth. They carefully tiptoed the next few days around the convent, and there was no sign of who could have been at her door. Although no one came forward, they decided it would be best to stop seeing each other privately for the time being.
~
John had been so used to the sweet relief from Sharon that jerking off didn't have the same effect. Although it was only a week since his last epic release, he felt frustrated and backed up. One day, Viola pulled John away at a church outing to the nearby stream and led him upstream. She claimed she wanted to swim in a more private place.
When they reached her planned secluded pool in the stream, John felt embarrassed as he pulled off his shirt.
"Why are you blushing? I've already seen everything you've got," she said teasingly.
"Well, we're not even because I've never even seen your hair," John replied.
"Fair," she said. She removed her cap and loosened her hair. A crimson flash. Her glorious red hair unfurled. She smiled as she saw his jaw drop.
"We're still not even though." She took off her habit with a quick look around, revealing nothing underneath. She was not as thick as Sharon, but she was still incredibly sexy. Her skin was a milky white where her habit tan couldn't reach. Peppering areas around her milky body, faint freckles adorned her. Her breasts were smaller than Sharon's but still significant, more round, and perkier. They had a lovely shape. John immediately could not stop staring. Her nipples, dark red, were small and very erect. Her glorious hair shimmered in the sunlight. His eyes drank in the rest of her body; her heavenly thighs and the same red hue from her head now in a small knot between her legs looked so forbidden. This must be what the apple of Eden looked like, he thought to himself, knowing he would pay any price for this sin.
"You're such a dog," she squealed, dashed, and dove into the stream. John still stood there gaping. He watched as her glorious round ass jiggled as it disappeared into the cool water. Although the middle of summer was scorching, the stream was freezing as it descended from distant mountains. He inched hesitantly into the water.
"Now we're not even," she said, gasping as she tried to adjust to the cold. John only hesitated a moment. He burned red as he dropped his pants. His member, now fully engorged, pointed at Viola. Her mouth watered. As soon as they were chest-deep, Viola came close to John and said, "It's too cold. Hold me."
"This was your idea," he teased. He wrapped his arms around her, and his solid member jammed into her stomach. Her eyes widened, and she smiled with pleasure as she swayed, letting his thick manhood poke and rub over her stomach. "John, brother, please don't forget me when you leave."
"Sister, what?! Are you... I won't." He pulled her close, their faces inches apart. She opened her mouth. Her stare was intense and full of envy. He asked, "Can I kiss you?"
"Please."
Their tongues twitched, nervous and shy at first, but as his cock rubbed her harder, she began to try to suck his tongue out of his face. Although passionate, the kiss differed from the one he had not long ago with Sharon. They both nervously fumbled clumsily, but their passion roiled. She began to pant heavily. "Hold me," she requested. She did not know much about sex, as the church was strict and nuns swore off it, but her animal instincts told her their centers needed to meet.
She held him forcefully and pushed her way up. Instinctively, John bent at the knees, allowing her legs to wrap around him in the water. He moved to a more shallow part to give him more leverage. She felt his vital organ brushing up against her thighs and pussy. Her body quivered with the inescapable gravity that overtook her. "I want to give you something to remember me by. I know I'm like your sister, but I've wanted this badly."
His eyes, face, and body all seemed to concur with her.
Viola moaned as she began to grind on his hard cock. After a bit, she grabbed it impatiently. Almost as in a trance, she guided it in, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. John had to grasp her harder so she wouldn't float away. He was only a few inches in, but her anticipation had already swelled. Instinctively John carefully rocked her up and down on his cock. He was also nervous and unsure, but his instincts drove him to bury his cock in her deeper and deeper. Her pussy clenched tight and began to contract a powerful pressure pulsed on his cock.
He had felt nothing like this ever before. Even Sharon's expert dick-sucking and deep-throating could not match the tightness and the immense pressure. Although awkwardly in the water, he kept his balance and continued his slow, steady thrust. With each thrust seeming to reach deeper, she began to moan and scream with pleasure.
"Oh fuck, that cock feels so good. Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, that's so good, don't stop. Does it feel good for you, John..."
"Yes, it feels amazing. It's so tight."
"Yes, I love the way your cock is filling me up... Ughhhh," she yelled.
Then she held her breath, it seemed. Her pussy which was contracting while his cock buried deeper, now squeezed with a gripping intensity. She became weak and began panting loudly. "That felt so good." She looked into his eyes. She felt that he was also close. His eyes seemed to ask for permission. She kissed him again and then said, "It's okay please cum inside me. Give me your seed, John."
He came as her orgasm finished. His pumps into her sent her over the edge once more. Her body went limp. John was frightened. She slumped onto him, and he carried her to shore. He laid her down, her eyes closed, her body immobile. He began to fear. With her eyes closed, he leaned close to her face to hear her breathing. She pulled him closer and whispered into his ear, "Again. I need more. Give it to me again."
Embraced near the river bank, they cuddled and watched the sunset in the distance. They had made passionate love again after getting out of the water. They let their animal instincts take over, directing them in which way to move. Viola very quickly found the pleasure of being taken from behind. Bent over, she held herself up by leaning against a tree as he gripped her chest with one hand and her hips in the other.
They fumbled to stick it directly in. But with hunger, she guided his thick member in, and she gasped. Still wet from their sex in the water, the hard cock slipped in. Immediately, she felt the different sensations from being penetrated from this angle. She felt so full, and an extreme pressure caused a heat to spread over her body quickly. She gripped the tree hard. She bit her bottom lip hard. She arched her back and scooted backward, trying to get into a steady rhythm. Her body forced her to move back, maximizing the force with which he rocked into her.
John felt a different sensation, too, as now his cock was hitting directly into her center. Her pulsing G-spot swelled and throbbed from this direct stimulation. With his one hand, he pulled on her hard nipples. The other hand grabbed her ass hard. He didn't need to pull much because Viola began to violently thrust her ass back onto that cock. Her pussy gushed. The pressure built up, and as her pussy clamped down hard, her juice pushed his cock out. As if magnetized, his cock slammed back into her pulsing pussy.
John swelled with desire. He growled into her ear softly and began to give her light bites on her ears and neck. The orgasms roiled her body. With a roar, John grabbed a handful of red hair near her scalp and pulled. She screamed with both pleasure and pain. He emptied his balls into her once more. The warm cum overflowed in her pussy and dribbled down her leg. He grasped her firmly from behind, panting.
They basked in the golden hour in their post-coital embrace. John, realizing how much time had passed, began to feel very paranoid. Viola was unbothered and convinced no one would come looking for them; they were fine.
In the embrace, Viola said, "I'm glad we did this. I did not mean to get carried away like that; I only wanted a kiss." She blushed heavily.
"I didn't know what was happening either; I was overwhelmed by a deep desire."
"Me too. Even though I didn't plan for this, I want to ensure we stay close. We've always been close, but now I feel much closer."
John replied, "I had no idea my feelings for you went so deep. I know I was taken over by lust and nature," hints of shame in his voice, "but it felt like the right thing to do."
"It was John. It absolutely felt like the right thing to do." After a long pause, she looked into his eyes. They kissed. When she pulled away, she got a serious look on her face. "Because of our faith, we have been so repressed, but this really does feel right." They held each other peacefully.
"John, what were you and Mother Sharon doing a few days ago during the morning service?"
John's eyes widened. He struggled to reply. His panicked instinct was trying to get him to deny everything.
"I heard you two in her office. I could hear... things..." After an awkward silence, she continued, "You didn't do anything like we did right now?"
"No." Another pause. "I'm telling the truth."
"John, you have a way of bending or avoiding the truth. Please be honest."
He looked into her eyes. They were so close that he could feel the heat of her face. "Okay, you're right. I haven't been completely honest. Let me tell you everything so you can believe we absolutely did nothing like what you and I just shared."
He told her about his frustrations at not relieving himself. It seemed to start innocently enough--it wasn't a far stretch from helping him bathe or eat. It was just another bodily function that he needed assistance with. He admitted that he liked it a lot and had become much closer to Sharon.
"So I promise you, although we didn't start that way, we both eventually enjoyed it a lot. But we didn't cross this line. You are the first one I've ever done this with."
Convinced, Viola said, "Thank you for being honest, but you don't have to be serviced by her. I'll be taking care of you from now on."
~
The following day, John looked for Sharon. He wasn't sure how he would tell her about yesterday, but he felt he needed to be upfront and honest. As much as it pained him, he promised Viola he would stop being serviced by Sharon. But he wasn't entirely convinced. He had to talk to Sharon first.
He could not find her anywhere. She wasn't in the big hall at prayer hour, she wasn't at breakfast, and she wasn't at morning service. This didn't bother John too much; it was normal for her to have a lot of responsibility, but he did have a nagging feeling that something was wrong.
After the evening, after dinner, he was summoned to Mother Superior's quarters. It was all doom and gloom in there. He was nervous. Except for the scrutiny after the attack, he hardly ever interacted with Mother Superior. Her study was lit with low light, and he could see the silhouette of the assistant, Circe, standing off to Mother Superior's side. She spoke quickly and sternly: "John, I need you to listen carefully. The information I'm about to give you is vital and does not leave the room."
"The Vicar of Christ has summoned you. You are to depart to the Holy See first thing tomorrow." The Mother Superior explained that he would leave with the escort party, which had just entered the town. She also said a lot of things that John wasn't really tracking. He was trying to figure a way out.
How could he leave when the last few months had been so amazing? Why The Holy See? Why now? The assistant's piercing gaze made him feel like every thought and emotion was being scrutinized. He tried to focus on Mother Superior's instructions, but his thoughts drifted back to Sharon and Viola.
"John, do you understand the gravity of this situation?" Mother Superior's voice broke through his reverie.
"Yes, Mother Superior," he replied, though the certainty in his voice carried his inner turmoil.
One of the paladins who saved your life is leading the team that will escort you and ensure your safe passage," she continued. "This is a great honor and a divine mandate. Do not take it lightly."
John nodded; he attempted to project understanding and confidence outwardly. Inwardly, his entire world was shifting.
He nodded along as Circe, the assistant, began to fill John in on the details. She would travel with him and ensure he was prepared to meet the Pope, even though the Pope would be gone by the time they arrived. He was to visit nobles and lords before heading the coronation of King Charlemagne. They would wait for his return and be presented to him.
Viola would also accompany him. "Why not Sharon? I haven't seen her all day; where is she?"
"Mother Sharon has other pressing duties you need not concern yourself with. Instead, you must focus on the journey ahead."
~
John tossed and turned that night. How could he leave Sharon without seeing her? Mother Superior had been adamant that he must go before dawn to avoid drawing attention to these local roads.
He hardly slept but was ready to move and met with Sir Raphael. It had only been about three months since that fateful night, but the young Paladin commanded a small troop of Knights Templars. He looked older and more serious. His stoic face was hard to read as he explained their strict itinerary and schedule.
They were to ride swiftly without stopping to join a trade caravan traveling to the Holy See and eventually back to the kingdom's capital. John noticed all of them wore light, inconspicuous armor. They looked like a low-ranking security party or a well-equipped hunting band. Although it would take longer, they would blend in with the caravan and insist that John and Viola were scholars invited to study at the Holy See; the security group was going along with them to find security work.
Although John was still pensive about Sharon, he was excited. He had never left more than a day's horse ride before, and although he was lucky that many scholars had visited him, he knew it was an honor and that it would be an adventure to see the Holy See.
John felt like a fish out of water, but with Sir Raphael at their side, he guided them and quickly showed them the vendors their wares and taught them about traveling and haggling. John couldn't even stay annoyed at Viola as she would sometimes tease John by flirting blatantly with Sir Raphael. The young Knight blushed but would always courteously deflect or feign ignorance.
The caravan was small and moved swiftly. They stopped at small towns and inns without problem, and they only had to camp in the open air a few times, once with only two days left in their journey. John and Viola were drinking in the cool night air on a starry night a few minutes away from the camp. This was one of the only times they had been alone in the last few days. They took advantage. Their young bodies were hungry, and they lusted for each other.
The knights had shared wine with the young couple earlier, and they enjoyed the warm glow in their stomachs and faces. The knights let the wine flow liberally, and they shared songs of merriment and a few of debauchery. This was a surprise, as the Knights Templar had been sworn off of vices. Playing their undercover part, the knights laughed, "But we're not knights; we are fellow commoners."
The alcohol only lit their passion, especially Viola. She had to drag John by the hand as they awkwardly excused themselves from the campfire. Viola was so horny she impatiently ripped off John's pants as soon as the two were out of sight. John, who was feeling sluggish, struggled to keep up with her. Although his cock was flaccid, it was still considerable. It looked even larger in her pale, dainty hand. She gripped it hard and began stroking it.
"Sorry," John mumbled. As they had never drank before, save the sip or two of sacrament wine, they were susceptible to this new spell, and John struggled to concentrate. Viola, without thinking, simply began kissing on his cock. Slowly and softly at first. But as her pussy got more wet, she had to pick up the pace. She forcefully licked the top of his cock and began to give long licks all the way down to his balls. Slowly, the member pulsed with blood. The familiar hardness of his strong rod rose as Viola's mouth continued to soak it with spit. She began to try to take it deep into her throat.
Although not as skilled as Sharon, John was so turned on by Viola's passion. His hands explored her tits. He softly pinched and rubbed her hard nipples. Her moans in between her slurping were getting him close. He picked her up to stop himself from cumming immediately; he ripped off her clothes and laid back on the blanket he had brought for them. She slowly lowered herself on him.
With his help squatting over him, she used one of her hands to stretch open her wet pussy and take his member. As she sat all the way down, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she trembled with pleasure. Maybe instinctively, they both pulsed their bodies into a harmonious rhythm. The soft slaps of their rhythm increased in intensity. The sounds of their flesh slapping became louder. There was something about hearing that sound that turned up the animal instincts. They gave in to their extremely passionate pleasure.
Abandoning caution, they loudly moaned. Viola squealed loudly as an orgasm rocked her body. She crumpled on top of him. Not done, he held her with his solid hands and pumped from below her, driving into her deeply. She helplessly yelped with each deep thrust meeting its mark. They were transported to their own world in their buzzed passion, and nothing else existed. The stars seemed to vibrate with their pleasure.
Many minutes later, they were cuddling close, admiring the stars again. "Did you get a chance to talk to Sharon?" John asked, then continued, "I didn't even get to say goodbye." Viola mumbled a bland reply.
She seemed evasive, and John pressed her; Viola eventually said, "She is second in command at the convent and is likely training to become mother superior there or at another convent. If Mother Superior said she is busy, then we should trust her. I'm sure Sharon misses you. But she, more than anyone, must understand the seriousness of your mandate. I'm sure she is praying for you and is confident you are on the right path."
John concurred. He gazed at the vast cosmos lit up in front of them. Although filled with awe, he couldn't help but feel as if the stars themselves hid secrets. Secrets that controlled his fate and so much more.