When Maria turned seven years old, she already knew where she would be the next day. Her mother had given her a hug and told her to be brave when she dropped of her little girl at the church. Father Kelsey and Father Matthew greeted her kindly when she arrived at the Church of Arcadia. Maria didn’t question when the three of them got in the car and began driving. She knew the explanation would come sooner or later. As they drove, Father Kelsey lectured her.
“As I’m sure you know, Maria,” he said, “the third sacrament is the Anointing of the Sick. You’ve learned how the priests and monks of Arcadia use the power within them to bless through Baptism and Holy Eucharist.”
He glanced in the rear-view mirror at her. Maria nodded dutifully.
“However,” Father Kelsey continued, “young children, particularly young girls also have such power bestowed upon them. Young girls have the ability to confer their blessing upon others. Today you will learn the third sacrament in which this power to bless is freed from within you. It is you, Maria, not we who will be anointing the sick.”
The car pulled up at a house. Maria got out the car and followed the two priests to the porch where Father Matthews pressed the doorbell. An elderly man answered the door, smiling warmly when he saw the two priests and little girl.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Richards,” Father Kelsey said, entering the house.
“Afternoon, Father,” Mr. Richards said, nodding at the two priests. Then he stared at Maria for a long moment. The little girl noticed his gaze and shifted uncomfortably. The man was quite old indeed. He was mostly bald and dark liver spots marked his scalp. As he moved, he needed a cane to assist him but even then there was a pronounced limp to his walk. Maria felt nervous all of a sudden as she tried not to notice the old man scrutinizing her young body.
Father Kelsey spoke again. “Maria,” he intoned, “as you can see Mr. Richards is no longer young by any means. He is in the twilight of his life. He is not sick with disease but he is afflicted by old age. But through the Anointing of the Sick, he shall re-gain his vigor and strength through the blessing you will bestow upon him.”
Maria bit her lip. She wondered what she would have to do.
“Go with Father Matthews,” Father Kelsey directed her. “He will prepare you as I prepare myself and Mr. Richards.”
Meekly, the seven year old girl followed Father Matthews as he led her into a separate room. Opening his bag, Father Matthews removed a garment.
“Remove your clothes and put this on,” he told her. “And then wait. We will summon you when we are ready.” Then he left her alone in the room.
Maria examined the garment he had handed her. It was a simple white robe with sash around the waist to hold it closed. The young girl stripped quickly, letting her jeans drop to the floor before kicking them aside with her foot. Her socks followed next, then her underwear too. Finally, she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the smooth creamy skin of her flat chest. Doing as she was told, Maria put on the robe, its heavy cotton coarse against her delicate skin.
She had only waited five minutes when Father Matthews knocked on the door and summoned her. Following him back to the living room, she found that the priests had lit several candles and dimmed the lights. In addition, the coffee table had been moved aside and Mr. Richards was lying on the floor, his head propped up by a pillow.
The two priests had also changed into ceremonial robes. What caught the young girl’s eye, however, was the fact that the robes of both priests were parted slightly at the waist, revealing their erections.
“Come, Maria,” Father Kelsey told her. Timidly, the young girl stepped up to him. He turned to face Father Matthews and positioned Maria so she stood in between them. They moved close enough so that there hard penises touched her shoulders. Maria could feel the warm heat of each penis pressing against her upper arm. Father Kelsey put his hand on top of her head.
“Through our assistance, Maria, you will anoint Mr. Richards with the God-given power within you. Remove your robe.”
Maria undid the sash and let the robe fall to a pile around her feet. The little girl stood naked as the two priests nodded approvingly at her flat chest and slender bottom.
“Kneel, my child.”
Maria did as she was told. “Now, kiss the Tool of God,” Father Kelsey ordered her. “Both of them.”
Licking her lips, Maria leaned close to Father Kelsey’s throbbing penis and planted a kiss on the tip of it. Turning her head, she did the same to Father Matthews.
“Take the tool in your hands,” Father Kelsey instructed. “One in each hand. That’s right. Now stand and follow us, without letting go.”
The seven year old girl grasped each priest’s meaty erection in her hands. Standing up, she carefully followed the two priests who moved to stand on either side of Mr. Richards’ head. Maria, still clutching each penis, stood with the old man’s head just at her feet. She noticed how he stared now at her hairless slit, his eyes fixed on the puffy folds of her crotch.
She felt the two priests’ hands on her shoulders and understood they wanted her to squat. Maria did so, bending her knees until she was sitting on her heels. Then their hands moved to the back of her head, urging her forward. Feeling more than a little uncomfortable, Maria waddled forward, embarrassed that she was moving her crotch directly over Mr. Richards’ face. She still clutched each priest’s penis, their erections massive in her small hand. The young girl’s face reddened as she felt his breath between her legs.
“Maria,” Father Kelsey spoke, “Mr. Richards must wrest the Holy Spirit from you, for your body will not give it up willingly. You may feel a strange sensation but do not be afraid, it is merely the Power of God flowing through you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Maria squeaked to the priest towering over her.
“Good,” Father Kelsey said. “Do not let go of my tool or Father Matthews tool. They will give you strength.”
Maria nodded again, her grasp tightening on each erection in her hand as she felt her nervousness heighten.
“You may begin, Mr. Richards.”
The seven year old girl flinched as she felt something warm and wet snake out and lap at her privates. It was Mr. Richards’ tongue! He was licking her down there! Maria felt quite uncomfortable as the man began licking between her legs. No one had ever touched her down there before, let alone licked her. Maria bit her lip in apprehension.
It tickled at first. Maria was so nervous that she felt her legs shaking in fear. But then she remembered Father Kelsey’s words and she squeezed each penis that she held, imagining the strength from the holy tools of the priests. Slowly her body relaxed. Maria took deeper breaths, calming herself.
The little girl squatted obediently on the old man’s face, letting his tongue slap against her privates. Suddenly, Maria felt a shiver go up her spine. She began to feel a little warm between her legs. Curious, she wondered what it was. Idly, her hands continued to squeeze the penis in her grasp.
A series of small shivers tickled Maria, followed by a big one that made her inhale sharply in surprise. The warmth between her legs changed to a slow and spreading tingle. “The Holy Spirit,” Maria realized. It had to be the Holy Spirit within her and just as Father Kelsey predicted, Mr. Richards was freeing it from her body.
Elated by her comprehension, Maria let a moan escape her lips, believing the Holy Spirit was possessing her body. She let herself squat even lower, letting her privates grind delightfully against Mr. Richards’ old, puckered lips. An army of tingling pleasure was descending in waves upon the seven year old girl. Unconsciously, her fingers flexed and milked the erections she still clutched.
Mr. Richards knew his task was almost complete. Above him, Maria shivered and moaned softly as his tongue pleasured her. He lapped at her deliciously smooth and bare slit, letting his tongue glide along the length of her dark valley and probing the pink depths of her virginity. He loved how the girl wiggled her butt in reluctant delight as his tongue fondled her dimpled anal rosette. The old man then let his tongue slither along the gentle musk of her slit until he reached the juncture of her immature labial lips and began to tease her tiny nubbin of a clit.
Then it happened. Maria shuddered violently one last time and let her head fall backwards, her back arching. Amazed, the little girl felt the Holy Spirit descend on her in a dizzying swirl of pleasure that swept over every inch of her body. Gripped in an animalistic passion, Maria thrust her hips against the old man’s face, grinding her pink slit against his mouth, feeling his nose tickle her anal opening. Father Kelsey felt his penis throb in desire as the seven year old girl experienced her first orgasm, her hands clutching desperately at the penis held tightly in her palms.
The tremors shook her body for what seemed like an eternity. At last they began to ebb and Maria became aware of her surroundings. She felt the two priests take her arms, which was good because her legs were too weak to support herself.
“Maria,” Father Kelsey breathed, “did you feel it? Did you feel the Holy Spirit?”
She looked up at him and smiled tiredly. “Yes, Father,” she replied. “I felt it inside me.”
“You have done very well, Maria,” he told her. “You have successfully completed the third sacrament. You have anointed Mr. Richards. It is a job well done.”
“Very well done,” Father Matthews echoed.
Maria smiled sleepily at the praise, exhausted after her first orgasm. But the priests were pulling her to her feet.
“Though you have completed the third sacrament, there is still something you must do Maria,” Father Kelsey told her. “Your power is now drained and it must be replenished. You must received the Holy Eucharist from Father Matthews and me.”
Blinking drowsily, Maria saw that the two priests were both fisting their erections. Quickly she knelt down before them. Father Matthews was first. He gestured to her and, without protest, she opened her lips wide, letting the tip of his penis slip into her mouth. She barely had time to close her lips before he began spurting his holy liquid onto her tongue. The little girl submissively swallowed every drop.
Father Matthews had just withdrawn from her mouth when she felt Father Kelsey’s hand behind her head. He didn’t get the tip of his penis in her mouth in time but his first spurt shot true between the seven year old girl’s outstretched lips. Maria felt the spray of white fluid strike the back of her throat as she closed her lips around Father Kelsey’s penis. She slurped up all that he offered, greedily swallowing the salty fluid that he deposited into her mouth.
Finally, Father Kelsey stepped back, spent, his penis vacating her mouth with a gentle pop. Sitting back on her heels, Maria gazed about the room. Mr. Richards still lay on the floor, his face glistening with her juices while the two priests sat down wearily on the couch, their penises rapidly deflating. Maria had been tired as well but she felt better now. She could feel the Holy Eucharist rejuvenating her.
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