Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Cathlolic Priest by Ivor Smallone Part 2 The singing practice was over and the boys lined themselves along the bar for prayer. As they prayed the Fathers and Mary slowly moved along the line in front of them. Father Tory put a wafer on each of there tongues in turn. Each said thank you father and touched their small lips to the back of his hand before continuing with their prayers. Father O'Reilly, followed along next. He fondled each boys balls in turn as he knelt before each of them, this would be the last time they would feel his hand, and he the little packages of their control centres. Father Tion would take over after this. Following on from him came Mary. At some point she had changed into a thick flax off white robe loosely tied around her middle like a dressing gown, she now wore nothing else except some simple hemp sandals on her feet. She held each boy in turn to her breast through the open top. After the hug each boy kissed each of her breasts. They then stood up straight small hands taking the weight of Mary's breasts "Thank you mother for all that you teach us" they each quietly chanted looking into her eyes. Chris saw her large damp breasts as she turned towards him after the last boy had taken his turn. Her magnificent nipples were rock hard. Father O took her hand and guided to the small chapel behind the alter the others followed a respectable distance behind. Mary sat on the centre of the alter cross legged and straight-backed. She looked magnificent there under the light from the flickering candles. Her large breasts and thick thighs exposed in the candle light, an offering to god. Father O'Reilly was helped off with his robe by the 2 smallest choir boys while all other eyes were on Mary on the alter she looked like a sex god. The naked Father stood directly in front facing Mary, the choir boy each side of him in a semi circle youngest closest to him. They offered a prayer to god giving Mary to him as they all looked at the sexy image of her before them. When they had finished each of the 4 youngest boys knelt in front of Father O'Reilly in turn and kissed his cock gently, each playing with his balls and saying "Thank you god and father for all your enlightenment." The boys then proceeded out of the small chapel out to the changing room where they changed back into their normal clothes and left together excitedly chatting about the new father. The remaining two boys moved to the centre between Father O'Reilly and Mary facing each other. There lips touched together in a small kiss, then they loosened each others robes and dropped them to the ground. Both boys were half hard, one of the two knelt on his robe in front of the other and took hold of the others manhood and guided it gently into his mouth. Within a few seconds the boy was fully hard his gasp could easily be heard in the quiet chapel.. "Come my servants, let the honouring of god begin" Said Father O'Reilly stepping in front of the two boys. The one knelling turned towards the father and started to work on Fathers O'Reilly semi while the other with the rock hard gleaming cock moved towards Mary on the alter. As he slowly approached her the shimmering candlelight lit his bouncing cock. Mary undid her robe slipping her legs off the alter Chris's dick was rock hard again, they were putting on an amazing changeover ceremony for him. "Take me God, take me my Lord, take me however you wish for I am your obedient servant." Mary voice clearly resonated around the church as she spread her legs for the choir boy. The choir boy slowly lifted Marys legs one at a time onto each of his shoulders. Chris got a glimpse of her wet fanny as he did so. He wished he was where the choir boy currently was, still next time it would be him. The choir boy was standing in for Father O'Reilly as he wasn't always up to the job these days. Now he would rather watch and let Crage expertly bring him off in his mouth as he watched. Mary's sexy moan echoed around the church as the choirboys raging hard dick slid into her, he entered her up to the hilt in one steady entry stroke. The boy gasped loudly then said "I give you this from God my pleasure I will communicate to him." The church then filled with the echoing sound of sex as the choir boy pumped steadily into Mary. His rate increased and the pair got noisier and more excited. As he watched and listened to the sounds of the two on the alter Chris glanced at the boy sucking off the Father who was also rock hard now as well. The show on the alter was spectacular in the glimmering candle light. Mary then cried out even more loudly in pleasure, as the sound echoed around the room the choir boy was filling her with his potent load after just a very intense five minutes or so. Chris could hear the other choir boy slurping down the last of the load from Father O'Reilly. Chris moved from the shadows up to the freshly mated couple at the alter. He gently slid his hand between the still coupled pair, he felt the top of the boys still half hard cock still buried in Mary and giving it a squeeze he said. "God is pleased with you both, you have both served him well" Chris slid his fingers up Mary's crease, he was finally becoming part of the action he'd felt desperate to join in, watching like had given him another raging hard. Mary gasped as his finger ran over her just covered big clit. Chris slid his fingers back towards it again "No. please no." she begged. Chris had an almost uncontrollable urge to push the kid out of the way and give Mary the pounding of her life. This fucking 13 year old had just given Mary the fucking that should have been his. He resented the boy at that moment, he didn't want slimy seconds, besides a man of his cloth, a man of his status it would be demeaning for him to take the second ride of Mary. Mary gasped again as his finger ran over her soaking outer lips just over her clit area again. ""Get out of her boy, get out of her and finish the job with you tongue." Chris ordered. Carl felt disappointed he was now being reprimanded by the new father for not completing the job properly. He thought he'd done a great job, much better than the 3 other times he'd been allowed to mate with Mary. She'd cum this time for Christ sake how could he have done better. He'd lowered Mary feet back down to the ground, he looked between her spread legs at her engorged lips and his cum which he'd thought he'd planted very deeply in was now starting to leak from her. He suddenly realised he was going to be made to lick his own cum from her. He quickly knelt between her legs, he didn't want to think about it, he thought he'd got past the drinking cum stage, this time it was going to be his own. Graig started to lap his leaking cum from Mary, he found it was not much diffent from swalowing Father Orileys or even the cum he had taken from the other choir boys in the past. In fact he found it had a nicer muskier taste as it had mixed with Mary's juices. He felt Mary's fanny squeeze at his tongue at her entrance as Father T lightly ran his finger around the area of Mary's little bump just in front of his eyes. He noticed for the first time the little bump was almost like a small willie and obvously very sensitve to touch. Fathers T's finger had barly touched it. Father T was now guiding Craig's hands to Mary's butt cheeks he got Craig to pull the apart a little. Mary lifted her feet and placed them on craigs shoulders. Marys bump seeled to hae got even bigger ansFathers finger circuled the little nubin. Mary was sounding very excited. "Lick right dow between her cheeks boy" Father T ordered. Graig pulled her cheeks further apert and licked right down to the end of Mary's fanny. Mary whimpered and clencked herslef down there as Father T continued to work her. "Lower boy lower" Father T commanded. Craig felt a little nervous but was begoning to get excited again, he realised if he went much lower his tongue might even touch her poo hole. A shudder ran down his back. End of part 2 Development ideas & Comments to ismallone@yahoo.co.uk please, I'd like to take this theme further