6 comments/ 70229 views/ 25 favorites Becoming Father Michael Ch. 01 By: abroadsword Becoming Father Michael is a complete fantasy and any resemblance to anyone, or any location or convent is completely unintentional. ====================================== Becoming Father Michael Pt 1 "Have you thought of becoming a priest Michael?" Father Rafferty asked me after mass when I just finished my confession. "No father," I said, "I think now I've finished school I'll go and train for an accountant." "Ah but to be sure Michael there's more to this life than figures," he said, "Tis a fine life serving the Lord, Michael." "But father," I replied, "Did I not just spend a quarter hour confessing to Jesus how I keep lusting after women?" "That's right Michael," he said, "So why have you not thought of the priesthood?" "But father!" I replied, "Every time I see a woman all I can think is what she's like beneath the dress, how's her cunt, is it shaven, what's her ass like? you know, is that stockings and suspenders she has on, is her ass red raw where her man has whacked her, what has she for tits, you understand father?" "Well," he said, "I'm not getting any younger, and its a healthy young curate I'll be needing, now tell your mammy father Rafferty says you're to start training for the church next Sunday." "But father," I protested, "I think about poking women with my rock hard cock just about every waking moment!" "Sunday lad, now get out of my sight,all this talk of stocking and suspenders and smacking their bare asses, 'tis worse then the phonography," he said, though I had a sneaking suspicion he meant pornography. Mam was less surprised than I thought, "To be sure Michael you're a strong enough lad," she said when I told her, "And you know the scriptures do you not?" "Yes but Mammy, I want to be a publican!" I said. "You'll spend your money on gambling and whores and come to no good," Mammy said, "No it's the priesthood for you lad." It was the next Saturday father Rafferty came around to see me, "Now your Mammy says you're fine to join the priesthood and I've got a nice curate job for you if you can measure up." "Have I to sit an examination?" I asked. "In a measure of speaking," he agreed, "You've to see the mother superior at Ballykisasole convent," he said. "When father?" I asked. "Why now," he said, "You're not been wanking have you?" "No father, I only wank in the morning and evening and when I wake in the night," I admitted. "Good lad." he said and he took me outside where his new green Ford Cortina stood, you know the one with round tail lights and his was the 1600cc with leather seats. "Maybe you could have a car like this one day when you've your own Parish." he suggested as we flew along at seventy miles an hour. "God in heaven preserve us," he said a couple of times. "Do you pray constantly father?" I asked. "No, tis the tyres," he said as if I understood cars. The Convent was like convents all over Ireland, big forbidding grey walls with happy nuns all singing and dancing and smiling inside where they looked after the orphan babies they found abandoned upon their doorstep, and to my surprise I was invited in not just to the visiting room but to the Mother superior's quarters. "So this is Michael?" Mother superior commented, "He's a credit to you Dougal." Father Rafferty coughed awkwardly, "He's a lusty lad by all accounts." "You lust after old women then Michael?" the Mother superior asked. "Father?" I asked. "I had to share the confessional with her grace Michael," he admitted, "It won't go against you, tell the truth." "I dream of cunts Mother," I said, "Hairy old cunts, young juicy cunts, I cannot think of anything else!" "But you're a virgin still, you have refrained, the truth now!" she said. "Yes mother," I explained, "I just wank myself stupid." "Now that's the worry, d'you see you'll go blind." the mother superior explained, "Won't he sister Pious." I hadn't realised frumpy middle aged sister Pious was there nor the young innocent sister Mary. "Are you sure?" I asked, "How else am I to suppress my urges?" "Have you explained nothing Dougal?" the mother superior asked. "No, I'm afraid I did not." father Rafferty admitted. "The thing is Father Rafferty is getting older," the mother explained, "For some time now he's needed a cock ring and now he needs a butt plug up his ass before he's any use to us at all." "What?" I asked in confusion. "Oh he can poke Mary and the like, she's all tits and legs, but he's no good to me or Sister Pious or the ladies on O'Donnel street." "What?" I asked. "He can't get a cock lift, it's not right a nun of my age needing to wear stockings to turn my priest on." the mother superior admitted. "Or mine," Sister Pious agreed, and blushed furiously. "You did say you fantasised about the Mother superior Michael," Father Rafferty reminded me. "Yes, I did, I did once," I admitted, "In the night." "You see poor old Dougal just doesn't measure up any more Michael," The mother superior insisted, "Why ten years ago he had seven inches of solid cock, eight on a good day, solid muscle and a good squirt of nice creamy spunk, Michael, potent stuff Michael." "Cock?" I asked. "And Michael's cock Dougal, is it straight or curved and how long?" she asked greedily. "How should I know?" father Rafferty asked. "I thought you said he was the one?" Sister Pious reminded him. "I haven't exactly measured it," Father Rafferty explained, "I couldn't ask the lad to drop his trousers could I?" "He's your damned son," she reminded him, "Seamus Riley never stayed sober long enough to poke the mother so he must be yours," she said, "Just look at the eyes and the finger nails." "Ah well, your not wrong," he said, "But the thoughts he has, stockings suspenders and whacking nuns on their bare asses with a leather belt." "In confession?" Sister Pious enquired. "Yes in confession," Father Rafferty agreed. "You better show us," the mother superior suggested, "Let us decide." "What?" I asked. "Trousers down Michael," Father Rafferty insisted, "You heard the reverend mother." "But father!" I protested. "Trousers down Michael," the mother superior ordered, "Let us see if you're man enough for the good lord's work." "Oh let me!" Sister Pious insisted and she stepped forward and grabbed my fly buttons and fumbled awkwardly as she tried to undo them. She was no beauty but the scent of her in her starched headpiece and black robe and her fingers on me was enough and I started swelling in my underpants, "No!" I cried. "What do you mean 'No," the mother superior cried, "There's good work to be done, there's orphans needed Michael and good god fearing young mothers whose men can't do the manly thing just crying out for babies." "But mother!" I exclaimed as Sister Pious fumbled the last button and wrenched my flies open. My cock made a tent pole of my underpants, until Sister Pious undid my trouser belt and wrenched my trousers and underpants to my knees. "Will you look at that sister," the mother superior cried, "Eight inches of good Irish cock." "Are you sure sister?" Sister Pious asked, "Could it be eight and a half?" "Now Michael, you see we Nuns we give up fleshy pleasures to serve the lord but just once in a wee while we like to be reminded so, if you wouldn't mind," the mother superior asked me sweetly. "Mind?" I asked. "Just a couple of pokes if you please," she asked, "Just a couple mind." "Father?" I asked. "Take your trousers off," Father Rafferty said, "And don't be disrespectful, the mother superior needs a cock." "Yes father," I agreed and I slipped off my stylish slip on winkle picker shoes and stepped out of my trousers and pants. "Socks Michael, you can't poke a nun with socks on," he insisted. "All right," I said as I peeled my yellow socks off. "So Michael do I need stockings?" The mother superior asked as she sat on the floor and raised her robe to reveal some gnarled old thin bony legs and greyish thighs and the hairiest cunt you'd see outside the monkey house at Dublin zoo. "No reverend mother," I said awkwardly. "Then poke me for my penance Michael," she said, "Get me so excited that I'm a gagging for it and then leave me unfulfilled Michael." "Our prayers are with you Michael," Father Rafferty assured me. "What, poke her?" I asked. "Yes, Michael, come on along, " the mother superior said, "Are my legs not spread wide enough in welcome?" "Oh yes mother," I said and I knelt before her and gently guided my stiff cock into her moist old hairy and well worn cunt. It was heaven on earth, "Lord Jesus be praised!" I shouted with the thrill of poking a woman at last, in out, in out, I poked. "Stop, enough!" Sister Pious insisted, "My turn!" "Just once or twice more Michael, poke it right in me boy," the mother insisted, "Jesus but that's a fine cock you have there Michael, a fine cock indeed." "Get off it's my turn!" Sister Pious insisted, and she grabbed me by the collar. "Just a few more," the mother superior pleaded. "No, it's my turn!" Pious insisted, "Michael!" I was in heaven with the angels, "Michael!" Sister Pious insisted, and she hauled her robe over her head to stand there naked, as fine a figure of middle aged womanhood as you would see anywhere, why her tits were like cows udders and there wasn't the single wisp of cunt hair anywhere no even round her ass hole. "You trollop, Jezebel," the mother cried, "I'll have you whipped for lewdness," and then she cried, "be Jesus he's twitching pull it out Michael, don't waste the god given seed of life, poke poor Mary!" "He's mine!" Sister Pious cried. "But I'm to have the orphan!" Sister Mary protested. "So which is it to be?"I asked as I slipped from the mother superior's sopping cunt. "Can you hold on a few pokes Michael?" Father Rafferty asked. "If it's god's will," I replied. "Then poke Sister Pious!" he replied. "Against the door post Michael," Sister Pious insissted and she just about dragged me across the room to the door where she stood against the wall on one leg with the other leg swung aside and invited me to poke her. I stood there uncertain but she just grabbed my cock still slippery with the mother superior's juices and jammed it right in her aching cunt. "Oh God in heaven that is good," she cried as I slipped into her shaven wetness, "Oh what a fine cock you have to be sure Michael, that's a fine cock indeed it is." She gripped my cock with her cunt like it was the jaws of a vice, Angels danced on my cock and there in distance was Satan and his crew sitting around their desert camp fire all miserable while the heavenly host made love and drank Guiness, and sang good old Irish songs. "Enough, 'tis Mary that needs an orphan," the mother superior reminded me, "Pull out Michael, shoot your wadge in a bowl and we'll shove it up Mary on a stick." "No I'm fine Mother!" I insisted, "You ready for my cock Mary?" Mary blushed, poor girl she was barely older than me, fresh faced innocent perhaps, she looked at the mother superior, "Must I?" "Yes to be sure you swore obedience did you not?" the mother superior reminded her, "Lie down girl." Mary lay on the floor ad raised her robe to reveal tiny white panties with pink polka dots. "What in God's holy name are those?" Sister Pious asked, "You know we're not allowed knickers." "Sorry sister," Mary said and she pulled her knickers down revealing a tiny little cunt with furry hair all over her sweet little mound, "Please be gentle with me." Gentle, it was a race against time to get her poked before I shot me wadge so I just lay upon her and aimed my cock at her and banged away until I battered my way inside. Eight or nine pokes she needed and then quite suddenly it all went easy and I was floating on clouds again, "Thank you," I said absent mindedly. "You can shoot your wadge Michael," Father Rafferty suggested. "No, you're all right father, I'll be a minute or so," I said. "Will you?" Mary asked, "Only it hurts a bit." "Squeeze him with your cunt muscles Mary," Sister Pious suggested. "Like this?" Sister Mary suggested. "Oh sweet Jesus," I whispered, "That feels like heaven." "You cock feels like heaven Michael Riley," Mary said and suddenly like an express train coming out of a tunnel my wadge shot out my balls down my shaft and burst out inside poor Mary. "Michael Riley I love you!" Mary said suddenly and she convulsed like an adder had crawled up her backside and bitten her guts. "Very impressive," the mother superior said as she stood up and smoothed down her habit. "That's a man's cock and no mistake," Sister Pious added. "So we'll offer him the job then?" Father Rafferty asked. "Will you do it Michael?" the mother superior asked, "You can be based here and still do your classes at university college but you'll wear robes and a dog collar." "What about pay?" I asked. "Pay, what will you want pay for with all found," the mother superior enquired, "And Mary to set with child and your pastoral duties, will two thousand a year do?" "When do I start?" I asked. "You just did!" Sister Pious replied. "Now, it's priest's robes you'll be needing for it is said that trousers and underpants reduce sperm count, isn't that right Sister Pious," the mother superior asked. "So it is said," Sister Pious explained, "In the medical journals you understand." "So Michael you away with the good sisters and get your robes fitted," Father Rafferty suggested. I went to put my trousers on, "Oh there's no need for that Michael, you're quite safe here," the mother superior said, "You run along now!" I felt very foolish in my roll neck sweater and jacket with my shirt tails down around my arse and barefoot carrying my shoes and trousers as Sister Pious led me down the long bare stone floored corridor lined with ancient oil paintings towards the tailors in their 'Sewing room,' as the called it. There there were mounds of cloth in every shade of grey and black and white you ever did see, silks and satins, and to the side there was the rich coloured cloth for the alter cloths and priests sashes and there within were two nuns, the older well into her eighties with glasses and a new fangled battery hearing aid and her assistant a sweet young nun of twenty or so. "Will you look at the cock on that one Martha!" the old one cackled. "I shall not look sister, it is sinful!" sister Martha insisted. "Ah tis sinful and all hard and sinued sister," the older nun observed, "The sort of fine upstanding cock that would bring a gleam to any young nun's eye." "Sister Emmanuel, I did not join the order to look at cocks!" sister Martha replied blushing furiously. "Then just bend from the waist," sister Emmanuel suggested, "And hope he don't stick it up your arse!" "Sister!" Sister Martha exclaimed and she blushed bright red. "Now sisters." Sister Pious asked, "This poor young Father is in sore need of some robes." "Have you had a taste if him Sister Pious?" sister Emmanuel asked. "That I have and he did not disappoint sisters, have no fear," Sister Pious assured them, "He's as lusty as he looks." I blushed as I saw them all looking at me and the hairs on my arse started prickling and my cock started getting a stand and started to come out between the flaps of my shirt. "Do you see that Martha, it's eight inches if its an inch," Sister Pious added as Sister Martha blushed crimson. "Well that's by the bye," Sister Emmanuel said dismissively, "But this poor lad needs some robes Martha, will you measure him please." "No!" Sister Martha cried, "I shall not, not with that, that thing poking out of him!" "I'm asking for his inside leg sister, not asking you to suck on his cock!" Sister Emmanuel explained, as she threw a rolled up tape measure to Sister Martha "So just get on with it will you?" Martha took a big breath and knelt before me with the tape, I felt her hot breath on my cock, I had to clasp my hands behind my back as her sweet mouth swayed inches from my erect cock, I just wanted to take her cheeks in my hands and thrust my hard cock into her sweet mouth and fuck her sweet face until she cried out with pleasure. "Thirty two inches," Sister Martha announced as her gossamer light fingers tickled against my foot and my balls and then she, "Seven and a half inches." "Never, that's eight inches if it's an inch," Sister Pious opined. "Ha, now measure it properly Martha, for gods sake," Sister Emmanuel demanded, "Come on now sister, measure from root to tip." "Oh lord Jesus," I cried and my tool swelled even more under her nimble fingers. "For gods sake sister, measure him, not wank the poor lad off," Sister Emmanuel chided, "Let us not spill the seed of life sister." "N'no, sorry," Sister Martha exclaimed, "I'm sorry." "Sorry," I said awkwardly. "Ah 'tis not your fault," Sister Emmanuel said, "It's about time you had an orphan Sister Martha, what with these rubber johnnies everywhere and that there's hardly an orphan born now, we'll be out of a job otherwise!" "But Sister I don't want the pleasures of the flesh!" Sister Martha exclaimed, "I want the company of god and the sisters." "You're a Lesbian!" I laughed, she blushed again. "No!" she cried in alarm but I had caught her out. "I saw you sneaking into sister Mary's room!" Sister Pious declared. "How is this getting me some robes?" I asked, "Me bare arse is freezing me balls off." "There you are Martha, you warm his cock up with your warm cunt," Sister Pious suggested. "Or use your mouth?" Sister Emmanuel suggested. "Damn the all of you, I'll turn Protestant if you don't stop tormenting me!" Sister Martha exclaimed. "That's an evil threat to be sure, an evil threat," Sister Emmanuel exclaimed, "There's nothing for it lad you'll have to cock her right now and show her the lords gift of love." "But Sister that's rape!" I protested. "No she's taken a vow of obedience, now lie down sister and let the poor lad cock you," Sister Emmanuel ordered. "No!" Sister Martha cried, "I shall not!" "Whip her bare ass Father Michael!" Sister Pious ordered, "I'll hold her." "I'll help you!" Sister Emmanuel volunteered and they grabbed Sister Martha and lofted her robe to reveal sensible black knickers from Marks and Spencer. "Will you look at that," Sister Emmanuel sighed, "Knickers under her roes, what a Jezebel." "Let me go!" Sister Martha cried but I saw her lovely pink bare arse and my leather belt in my trousers and I slipped it out and whacked the tan leather across her backside a few times, leaving red marks across the sweet virgin pinkness of it. "Stop for pities sake stop!" she wailed. "Will you do god's will?" Sister Emmanuel demanded. "Yes, but stop him whacking my arse while I can still walk!" Sister Martha cried. "Stop Michael, lay her down on those old robes and cock her will you?" Sister Emmanuel asked. "And get that shirt off or you'll be too hot!" Sister Pious added. I did like they said and stripped to me vest, "You look a right prat Michael, take off the vest why don't you, cock her in the Lord's image as you were born." Sister Pious added. It was quite naked that I advanced upon Sister Martha, "What a magnificent specimen he is Martha, don't you think you should show him your tits?" Sister Pious added. "Yes have your robe off and your headpiece Martha, else they'll get dirty." Sister Emmanuel added and between them the stripped poor Martha naked. She looked at me sorrowfully, he sweet tits all displayed and with the headpiece off she had auburn hair and auburn cunt hair and she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. "Don't hurt me Michael," she said awkwardly. Becoming Father Michael Ch. 01 "I'll not hurt you of you relax and think of god almighty in heaven," I assured her and I just advanced at her and spread her leg apart and sunk me cock into her warm wet cunt an inch or so at first and then I got a grip on her and forced it in the rest of the way. She screamed, "Aggghhhh." "Pray," I said, "Pray for the glory of god." "Yes Father," she said, "Thank you, for prayer shall be my comfort in adversity." "There's no adversity in an eight inch cock, sister." Sister Pious told her, "You be grateful it's a god fearing Catholic lad poking of you not some evil protestant or worse." "Yes sister," Sister Martha agreed obediently. "Then pray sister, pray for a strong lusty orphan for our orphanage," Sister Pious said encouragingly. "Yes, sister," Sister Martha agreed, "Are you sure it's not sinful?" "How can begetting gods children be sinful child, you're married to god," Sister Emmanuel explained, "Michaels cock is just serving the lord do you see?" "But I've not made my vows yet sister." Sister Martha protested. "Then you're nothing but a slut and a jezebel, wailing and howling like a she cat on heat." Sister Emmanuel countered. "You're going to join us though sister, that is what matters." Sister Pious pointed out while glowering at Sister Emmanuel. I fucked away through all of this trying to think of other things, Ferrari racing cars and MV Agusta racing motorcycles, but it was no good, sister Martha was too warm and wet and willing and I felt the time had come, "For what you are about to recieve," I said but bit was too late and the dam burst and me spunk was flooding her parts, well as much as I had for fucking the other nuns had run me balls low. "Oh father that's like the Angels have touched me," she said as I shot me wadge, "Crawled in me and touched my heart." "What do you mean the Angels touched your arse?" Sister Emmanuel asked as she fiddled with her hearing aid, and I just about collapsed on poor Martha and laughed me head off. "Come on now sisters it's robes he's needing," Sister Pious opined. "He needs his lunch," Sister Martha added, "He's exhausted," she said and she ruffled my hair, "You just rest a while father," she added. She was warm and soft and I'm afraid I must have dozed off laying across her. I woke lying on my back naked s the day I was born lying on a mound of cloth. "Are you awake now father?" Sister Martha said with sincere concern in her voice, "I think you over did it father." "Sorry," I said, "I got to learn to pace myself I suppose." "Well you missed your dinner father now let's get you robed and you can get the fish and chips." sister Emmanuel suggested. "I'll wear my own clothes," I explained, "Ah to be sure Michael, wear the robes, you'll get the fish half price in Murphys Fish Bar," Sister Pious explained. "And half price stout and Guiness in O'Donnel's," Sister Pious added. "You wouldn't see your way to getting me a nice bottle of milk stout would you," Sister Emmanuel chipped in, "Only with all these nuns getting cocked I needs me own pleasure." "That I will sister," I said, "If I've a robe?" "Well there a nice deep black with moleskin lining here," Sister Emmanuel explained, "They say it's lovely and soft on the cock." "What?" I asked. "It's second hand, father O'Grady died in it," Sister Emmanuel explained, "But it's hardly worn and the moth holes is hardly noticeable." "Someone shot father O'Grady?" I asked. "No moth holes," she repeated slowly. "I suppose," I said. "You'll wear a shirt with it and a clerical collar and a hat and shoes and these." Sister Pious added and she showed me the bottoms or trouser legs that had belts to fit above my knees, "So it seems you've the trousers on. oh and this," she said, "The weight," and she handed me something I can only say was like a Scotsman's sporran, but weighed several pounds "To hold your cock down if you need it," she explained. I put my shirt on and the trouser bottoms and my shoes and socks and finally the robe. "You forgot the weight," Sister Pious explained. "I shan't need it," I explained. "Martha would you be so good as to flash your cunt at this good Curate," Sister Pious asked.. "No that I won't!" she said but my cock was rising and the robe was stuck out like a tent pole was in it. "Ah, maybe I need the weight," I agreed. "Maybe you and Martha need to lie down father," Sister Emmanuel suggested. "No, you're all right, I'll away and get the supper," I promised. "You'll need money," Sister Emmanuel pointed out and she handed me a ten bob note and a half crown, "I'll want change mind father," she explained. "I'll away then," I suggested, "I'll see you later." It was an odd feeling to be sure walking out of the room in my robe with no pants on and my cock held down by the weight, but I made my way to O'Donnel for the stout and Murphys for the fish and chips and was back within a quarter hour having been pushed to the front of the queue at both places. "So how was it?" Father Rafferty asked on my return. "It's all right," I said, "I suppose." "All right, sweet Jesus you cocked two of the sweetest young nuns a father could wish for and you say it's 'all right!" he chided. "Well, I'll tell you when I've had me supper," I said, "I'm starving!" "Well hurry up Michael for it's lights out at eight thirty." he said. It was already ten past, "Will you take me home father?" I asked. "Tomorrow maybe Michael," he said, "You get some rest." "Where shall I sleep?" I asked. "In the guest room, in the double bed," he said, "With Mary and Martha to keep you safe and warm." To be continued maybe. Becoming Father Michael Ch. 02 Becoming Father Michael is a complete fantasy and any resemblance to anyone, or any location or convent is completely unintentional. ===================================== It was a wonderful night so it was, that first one at the Convent, I was allowed a candle so I could see to have a shower and then the mother superior sent me to my room where Sister Martha and Sister Mary waited for me and around nine o'clock I was snuggled down in that wonderful soft bed with a wonderful soft warm nun each side of me. I must have slept an hour before I woke with Mary's hand around my balls, "Can't you sleep Michael?" she asked. "Not when you're a wanking of me in my sleep no!" I explained. "Well it looked so uncomfortable all stuck right up like a tent pole," she explained. "Look be quiet will you or to sure we'll waken Martha," I warned. "You have done," Martha said, "Leave the poor lad alone Mary." "But he'll mess the bed!" Mary exclaimed. "Then have him poke you," Martha suggested, "But let me sleep." "Maybe I could poke you instead Martha?" I said. "Later maybe," she said, "Good night." "You'd rather poke that slut than poke me!" Mary hissed. "To help the poor girl relax for her sleep Mary, just for a kindness," I explained, "Maybe tomorrow it'll just be the two of us." "Oh no Michael," Sister Martha added, "That's a sin, man lying with an unmarried woman, no Sister Ignacious she looked all though the good book and nowhere does it say a man should not lie with two women." "Are you sure you have that right?" I asked curiously. "Indeed Michael, shall you check for yourself?" Mary asked. "No, I'll bear it well enough," I agreed. "You'll poke me then Michael?" Mary asked. "Yes, the Lord's work is never done, will you lie on your back?" I asked. "Of course, you wouldn't want me hanging from the ceiling would you?" she asked. As it happened picturing Sister Mary hanging naked from the ceiling by her feet, hanging upside down with her cunt at head height ready for licking was a grand thought to swell me cock some more, "No you're alright," I agreed. "Sister Mary, have you no decorum," Sister Martha asked, "Hanging from the ceiling for heavens sake, why but there's no hook." "She was joking Sister Martha," I assured her, "Only joking Sister." "Well let me sleep," Martha insisted. "You'll sleep better for a good poking Sister Martha," I suggested. "Jesus but your mad for it Michael, but poke Mary if you will," Martha suggested, "And take your hand off my leg." "Oh for heaven's sake Martha he wants to poke you not me," Mary explained. "It's her turn," I said reasonably. "All right," Martha said, "I give in, just be quick about it Michael." I rolled on top of her and found she was nothing but a little liar, why she was red hot for me, her juices was running down between her legs she was so hot and her cunt lips parted like the red sea when Moses went across as my cock sank down in her. "Ohhhh," she moaned. "Will you keep quiet Martha or you'll be waking the orphans." Mary scolded. "Yes quiet Martha," I ordered. "You'll have to help me father," Martha suggested. "And how shall I do that?" I asked. "Why hold your face against mine to stifle my gasps father," she said. "Now that's a grand idea," I said and I kissed her lips. "Jesus it's worse than animals!" Mary complained as she heard us in the darkness, "I'll be wanting some of that Michael, don't be wasting it all on her." "There plenty of the good lord's seed left for you Mary," I assured her, "Don't you be worrying," but the thing was I slept right through till 6 a.m and never even woke for morning prayers. They woke me in time for the nine o'clock mass, "Father Rafferty looked in earlier but you was so peaceful we didn't like to waken you," Martha assured me. "Oh, right, what did he say?" I asked. "You're to sit in on confession after the mass," Sister Martha said, "And be sure you keep the secrets," "Just tell us the juicy bits," Sister Mary laughed. "And no telling the Guards," Martha chuckled. "Have I to wear my robes?" I asked. "To be sure," said Mary, "For you'd look very odd walking to church in your birthday suit!" Somehow they got me a full Irish breakfast, bacon, egg, sausage. fried bread, tomato and a refreshing glass of Guiness. I found father Rafferty and listened to a confession. "Ah Mrs Doyle," he said, "I think we both know you didn't have sex with the entire shinty team," he said, "The good lord want's your confession not what you're wanting to happen." "Well, in me mind I had the sex with them," she said, "Surely that's a sin?" "But just a harmless one," he reassured her, "Now how's the family, how many is it now, thirteen?" "Ah to be sure we need a bigger house Father," she said, "Seamus and I have no privacy at all what with thirteen children and two bedrooms. "Ah well count your blessings," Father Rafferty explained," If you'd the privacy you'd have more than just the thirteen," "That don't stop him father," she said, "What with him being on the building, Seamus don't need bed he just paws at me when I take his lunch and a handy bedroom or against a doorway or the wall or the floor, there's hardly any where we haven't tried for another child." "Well that'll be fine," Father Rafferty agreed, "Shall we say three hail Marys and a nice bottle of good Irish Whisky, for the orphans you understand, to keep the cold out." "Thank you father, I knew you'd be understanding!" Mrs Doyle assured him, "I'll get the whiskey as soon as the pub opens." She left the confessional and I asked Father Rafferty about her, "Ah she's a one she is, such an imagination," he chuckled,"Now hush yourself and listen to the next confession." "Jesus father, I reckon I'd have a hard on the whole time," I told him. "Ah to be sure tis a sore trial," Father Rafferty admitted, "I always have a bucket handy just in case, but maybe you should leave the confessional to me and go and see Mr's O'Reagan's daughter Flora," he said "Its down Gilmore Street number 33." "Is it far," I asked. "Oh no, hardly a quarter mile," he said, "You can't miss it it's off the Ballyshannon road." I set off on foot and ten minutes later I knocked and Mrs O'Reagan answered the door, "Oh Father! You've cum!" I looked down I never even had a hard on then it clicked, she just meant I'd come to see her. "Oh yes, Father Rafferty said I should stop round," I said. "Ah indeed, he's a wonderful man," Shed said her bosom heaving, "Not that Father O'Neil before him wasn't a wonderful father, strong, hansom." "All right mother!" Flora said, as she came downstairs, she was thin like a stick insect, not a trace of tit on her hardly and she had this severe look about her and bobbed black hair,"But what about this one." "He's training for an accountant," the mother said. "Are you that?" she asked. "To be sure," I said, "The Priesthood is my calling though." "Her man, Patrick," her mother explained, "He's all right but he doesn't have the learning." "He's thick as two short planks Mother!" Flora cried, "I don't want my kids to go to Franklin Elementary Mother, I want them to go to St Fineans Grammar, all dressed up in their fine jackets." "So do you want me to do?" I asked. "Are you sure you're not the village idiot in disguise?" the Mother said, "Poke her of course you idiot, take her upstairs and poke her." "But Mother, he's no brighter than Patrick." Flora protested. "And you have an hour before your Da and Pat get back from Murphy's bar," the Mother said, "What's it to be?" "Do I get a say in this?" I asked, "Is this not Adultery?" "No Father, same as Father O'Neil was her daddy, you've your duty to do," the mother said, "Or should we see the pastor at the Free Church?" "No, I shall do the Lords bidding," I said, "If you'd like a private audience?" "Well she won't want an audience!" the mother exclaimed, "Go on up the stairs the pair of you!" she says. Flora was as thin as a rake, she went in the bedroom and shut the curtains, "Put the chair under the door handle," she said so I did and she pulled off her cardigan, and there wasn't hardly enough tit there to keep her bra in place. "Your not to look Father!" she exclaimed, as she turned the photo of her Ma and Pa on the bedside around to face the wall. "Why not, the Lord made us all in his own image, except one or two maybe," I says, "So don't be embarrassed." "Patrick says there's no meat on me," she said, "I swear he'd of married a boy if her could," she said and she took down her skirt and she had stockings and suspenders and then she undid the suspenders to pull down her knickers and there was her arse all angry and red around her arse hole. "Do you see father?" she asked. "You poor child," I said though she was a good four years older than me, "Let my rod and staff comfort you!" "Ooh Father!" she laughed, "Mother said you'd say that!" she said and she turned towards me and there was this great hairy mass on her belly and there wasn't a sign of of cunt to be seen. "Do you not have a razor Flora?" I asked. "Patrick likes me hairy," she says. "But he pokes you up the arse?" I queried. "That he does, I don't want his stupid children do I?" she asked. I pulled off my robe and she gasped as my cock reared, "Oh Father!" she gasped, "It's too big!" "Ah well its the Lord's way," I said, "Maybe it only goes half way but I can still squirt me stuff right in where it's needed." "Well don't tell me Father," she says, "Prove it!" I hung me robe on the back of the door and I grabbed her, there was nothing to her so I lifted her with my hands under her arms and she grabbed my cock and next thing it was against her hairy slit so I lowered her down, "Ohhh father you're splitting me in half." "Pray Flora," I said, "Our father!" "For what we are about to receive," she laughed and than she was slipping down me cock and her arms were around me and her legs and she started humping up and down on my cock, "Go on father squirt me!" she said. It was too much fun by half I was having, "No not yet," I says. "Patrick would have shot his wadge by now," she said. "Ah but up your arse," I said, "Now quiet down and let us make this baby in a proper calm respectful way." I says. "Father," she asked, "Can we lie down?" "Yes," I said, "For to be sure 'tis a strain on my back," and I gently laid her on the bed, "Better?" I asked. "Yes, now you can give me a proper banging," she said talking all dirty and as I looked her little nipples were standing up like thimbles off of her chest, and her cunt was nice and loose and warm and wet and I started banging for all I was worth. "Oh Father," she gasps. "What my child?" I asked as I banged away. "It's like heaven!" she says. "Now think of the good lord and pray," I said and with that I let fly inside her. "Are you all right up there Father?" Mrs O'Reagan asked. "Ah, yes indeed Mrs O'Reagan," I assured her, "We're through praying so we are." I said and I slipped me robes on double quick. "I sometimes think I ought to have another babby," Mrs O'Reagan explained as I slipped down the stairs. "Ah well moderation in all things that's what my mother says," I assured her, "What with the likes of Mrs Haggerty having thirteen, and in a two bedroom house and all." "You're probably right Father ," she says, "More's the pity." as she stood there all bosom and wantonness. I made my escape, 'It's a car I'm needing,' I decided that or a push bike as having got outside the house I had barely gone fifty yards before a couple of drunkards came around the corner, and the one looked almightily like the older version of her Dad's photograph, and the other pretty stupid but he sure looked like he was handy with his fists. "Are ye in a hurry father?" the older one asked. "Ah yes to be sure," I said, "I need a Guiness before the afternoon mass," I confessed. "Well Murphy's is a bit lively," the younger one said showing his bruised knuckle. "Ah," I said, "Maybe I'll stick to wine," but I hurried on. Father Rafferty was outside Murphy's sat in his Ford car, "Are you done Michael, where have you been?" he asked. "With Flora of course father," I assured him. "Well there's the Lord's work to be done," he assured me, "There's Mrs Donovan to see down in Ferdarren," he said, "Now hop in I'll drive you." "I thought I might have a pie and a pint for dinner father?" I asked. "After Michael after," he said, "There's the Lords work to be done." I hopped in the car and he set off, "Ah Michael," he said, "To be sure you could use a fine car like this." "Indeed," I said, "But one with a few less dents maybe?" "Ah no Michael, for a young chap such as yourself is bound to have the odd bump," he assured me, "And there's a fine new Ford Corsair at Crawford's so there is." "Corsair Father?" I asked. "To be sure, it light green and it's a lovely car so it is Michael and it has the disc brakes and the Michelin tyres," he babbled on, "And this one would suit you fine," he explained. "Yes father," I agreed, as he revved the motor and off we went down towards Ferdarren, except he turned left instead of right and we went past Crawfords garage with his nearly falling out of the car for looking. "There Michael, there!" he shouted and jabbed his finger at the garage we were passing, "Do you see it?" he asked, "There!" and we went right to the wrong side of the road. I grabbed the steering wheel and dragged us away from the milk cart we were set to hit, "Father!" I cried, "Watch the road for gods sake!" "Ah the good Lord will provide Michael," he said, "But did you see her?" he said and he drove on as if nothing had happened. Mrs Donovan was not a happy lady, "I've brought young Michael my curate to help you pray for a child now Bridie," he said. "There's no need Father, it's only a year since we married, there's plenty of time for children," she said as she stood at the door looking all disapproving. "Well have you seen the doctor?" he asked. "No," she insisted, "There's plenty of time Father, there's no hurry, no hurry at all." "Well, your mother said you should pray for a child Bridie, and I said I would pray with you, but well, I have duties," Father Rafferty said, "And so perhaps this is a good chance for young Father Michael to pray with you instead." "Yes Mrs Donovan," I agreed, "I'll pray with you if you'd like." "Well I wouldn't like, good day!" she snapped and she slammed the door! "Bridie, I'll tell your mother!" Father Rafferty warned and she opened the door again. "All right!" she agreed, "You had better come in Father Michael." she said frostily. "Well, I'll see you in an hour Michael." he agreed and he climbed back into his Ford car and he shot off down the road like Lucifer himself was chasing him. "Am I allowed in?" I asked. "Just keep your hands to yourself," Bridie said and she invited me in. "You don't want children then Bridie," I asked. "Mrs Donovan to you Father," she said, she had to be thirty, slim not much in the way of tits and short dark hair she was no pin up but she smelled clean and fresh. "So you haven't been letting Mr Donovan poke you?" I surmised. "Are you a complete idiot, have you not heard of con-doms," she said as if condom was two words. "That's a sin," I said, "Why?" "Maybe I like humping," she said, with a twinkle in her eye. "Jesus," I said, "That's." "Ha I've shocked you!" she laughed. "I." I said not knowing what to think. "And Father Rafferty sent you to hump me?" she questioned. "If you like," I said. "Well I don't like." she said and with that we heard this car being driven by a lunatic coming up the road. "It's Father Rafferty!" I said, "Upstairs quick!" There was this sickening screech of skidding tyres. "You're right. come on!" she said and we slipped upstairs. "Michael!" Father Raferty cried, as he banged on the door. "We're praying father," I explained shouting down the stairs. "Well will you let me in, you've a television have you not," he demanded, "And there's the Pope on I think," I went down and let him in, "Thank you!" he said, "I thought Mrs Fergus down the road away had the television but it seems not," he said, "But back to your praying." I went up, "He's listening," I said, "He'll be expecting me to poke you." "So?" she says. "So I'd better poke you?" I queried. "It's sinful," she said. "The Lord will forgive us," I said. "Good, for you've to wear one of these," and she pulled the devils own creation a box of 1000 French condoms from under the bed in her bedroom, "No better use two just in case." "Mrs Donovan!" I protested. "Bridie," she said and her cardigan was off and her blouse and then her brassiere and the sweetest softest tits and man could dream of and then she pushed her skirt down and she had the tights on and not suspenders and then there was her belly and her cunt all with the hair shaved right off like a new born babe. My cock sprung up like a snake charmer's cobra. "Jesus, I should have got a box of extra large," she said as he reared, "If I'd known you was going to poke me with that monster." she added. "Yes, I'll be with you," I said as I slipped from me robe, "I've never done the rubber before," I said. "Well it's the rubber on or it's up me arse," she said dismissively. "Then rubber it is," I said and she took one and she rolled it on me straining cock with her tiny fingers, like angel's fingers it was rolling it down ad then a second she rolled over the first and she lay down for me naked. I felt her tits and a surge of passion surged through me, it was as if Jesus himself whispered, "Fuck the end out of the rubber and give me a good catholic child," and as I climbed on that bed and poked her I tried everything I knew to bust that rubber wide open. "Will you pray some more quietly!" Father Rafferty shouted and he banged on the ceiling, but the spirit of the lord was with me and I banged into her like a piston of traction engine till she cried out. "Fuck me Father fuck me," she cried. "Pray," I said. "I'm past praying father, did you not feel the rubber split?" she asked. "No," I said, "Oh god, no!" but it was too late and me stuff came a squirting and a pumping and I had no control at all. "Sorry," I said as I pulled out. "Oh god," she says praying at last and then as I pulled me cock right out of her she says, "Oh god in heaven be praised, it's a miracle," and there on me cock was the split rubber but the second one the one inside was still there and full of creamy cum. "It was a warning," I said. "Next time I'll get some extra large," she said, "My brother works in the north," she said, "They're legal there." "Right," I says not knowing what the hell she's on about and I heads for the bathroom to wash me cock. "Well that's a fine Papal speech," says Bridie as she gets down stairs and catches Father Rafferty watching the afternoon's football from the Saturday repeated, "Is that the Pope himself about to take a penalty?" "It's over, I was waiting for Michael," he lied, "Come on now Michael, there's the Lord's work to be done!" I said goodbye to Bridie and followed Father Rafferty to the car, "I've still not had me dinner," I said, "All this praying is taking it out of me." "But you had your breakfast not three hours ago," Father Rafferty exclaimed, "Are your legs hollow?" "No father!" I replied, "But it's hard work!" "Ah well," he says, "And where the hell do you think you'll get fed of a Sunday dinner time?" "The Pub? Father," I suggested. "Ah, well you stay off the Guiness," he said, "I'll get us a pie each and it's the lemonade for you Michael!" except now we were going away from the Pub and so although we was doing around fifty miles an hour up the hill away from Ferdarren he swung the steering wheel around and hauled on the brake between the seats and shouted "Handbrake Turn Michael, just like a rally car!" and we swung around sideways and went straight up the grass verge and half way through the hedge! Becoming Father Michael Ch. 02 "Be Jesus!" Father Rafferty cried, "Would you look at that!" he said as he tried to squeeze out of the door which was wedged against a tree, "It's the tires Michael," he said, "It wants Dunlops." 'It wants a driver behind the wheel not a lunatic,' I thought but I kept me thoughts to me self. We had a look round and then with him revving the engine and me pushing we were soon back on the road. We had a pie at Ferdarren, I dread to think what was in it but it was like meat but tougher and took an age to chew, and then we was away again. "Ah now Michael Mrs Kildare is a lovely lady so she is, but the Mister is a bit long in the tooth do you see?" he asked as we drove away as fast as ever, "Ah be Jesus will you look at that!" he said. "What Father?" I asked. "The temperature is off the clock!" he said and we screeched to a halt and he wrenched up the bonnet and there was half a bush where the engine should be. all wrapped around the fan which was jammed solid, "Garage Job!" he said sagely, "Might as well carry on!" and so we did with a great cloud of steam behind. To say Mrs Kildare was a lovely lady was an understatement like saying the Titanic was a boat, for when I saw her, well she might have been a Hollywood film star, my god, a smile like the sun itself, eyes that was as blue as the Atlantic ocean, legs like Michael Angelo himself had carved them tits to die for and dressed to impress, her dress was half way from her knee to her waist and those tits were held up like they was on a tea tray, and her hair was platinum blonde out of a bottle! "John is having his afternoon nap Father," Mrs Kildare explained. "Ah then don't disturb him," Father Rafferty suggested. "No," she said, "Perhaps we could pray in the summerhouse?" she said, "In the garden?" "Ah yes indeed," Father Rafferty agreed, "And I'll wait here in case John awakens." "Shall we go Father Michael?" Mrs Kildare asked. "Certainly, and what should I call you?" I asked as we stepped out of the house towards the garden. "Why Mrs Kildare, Father!" she said, "You a real Father aren't you?" she asked in an English accent. "Trainee Mrs Kildare," I said, "I'm doing accountancy at University do you see in the week and studying for the priesthood at weekends." "That's very reassuring Father," she said, "You know how I want a child more than anything." "Of course," I reassured her, "Of course every newly wed woman wants to give her husband a child." "Look, are you sure you're at University?" she asked, "Only I paid Father Rafferty two hundred pounds for a guaranteed healthy intelligent child," she said was we strolled down their perfectly manicured lawn to the big wooden summer house. "Paid?" I said, "Jesus!" as she fumbled with the key. "Yes paid so you had better measure up Father," she insisted as she swung the door open, There was rugs on the floor and those sort of shutters with slits at the windows so there was soft light even on the brightest day and with the door locked no one could see in. I stepped inside and she locked the door behind us and she said, "Well do you measure up?" I pulled up me robe and me cock poked out, "Will that satisfy you?" I asked. "Oh absolutely!" she said, "I thought he was exaggerating!" she said, "Oh I just hope I can take it all!" she said, "Make love to me Michael we don't have much time." she said. "Ah no I can't make love to you Mrs Kildare," I said, "That would be a sin, no I've the Lords work to do, making sure you have a good healthy god fearing child." "Well in that case just put that magnificent penis in me," she said, "Quickly before it goes soft!" "Oh that'll be a while with you to look at," I assured her and then her skirt was off and her knickers and she was laid back on her back with her legs apart just waiting for me. "Come along Father, what are you waiting for?" she asked as I looked around for somewhere to hang me robe, and when she said that well I just threw it in a corner and dived right in. "He's forty years older than me," she said, "And a Millionaire," she explained, "I don't love him." "As long as he loves you?" I said reassuringly as I let her guide my cock in her.. "Well if he does he doesn't show it," she said as the first three inches of my cock slipped into her sopping vagina,"That's as far as he ever gets!" she said, "What on earth use is that?" "Well I think I can do better than that!" I said as I eased deeper inside of her. "Oh yes, kiss me!" she ordered. There wasn't a thing I'd rather do than kiss her ruby red lips but I had the Lord's work to do. "No, I can't make love to you," I said as I rammed my cock deep inside her, "I've the Lords work to do!" "Ooohhh," she gasped, "That's it do that, just there!" she said, "Oh that's amazing!" "Have you seen heaven!" I asked. "Oh god yes!" she said, "Now hush Father and hump me!" I did as she said for I was floating on air and Angels were singing in my head and all I wanted was to rip her top off and get my hands on her amazing tits, and she was pouting at me with her ruby lips and so help me my will power evaporated and I kissed her. "That's nice," she said, "Make love to me." "It's the Lords work but a child should be created in the spirit of love," I said. "Just hush and kiss me!" she said and so we hugged and kissed as I humped her. "God is that the time!" she said eventually as she looked at her watch, "We need to go!" "I need to cum first," I said coming back to me senses and my balls were churning and the god given seed was gushing and spurting and suddenly wham and I shot me wadge in her like a volcano erupting. and she was gasping and moaning. "Oh Father, Father I never knew," she said, "You cum like a fire extinguisher," she said like she had tried it with a fire extinguisher. "Phew," I said, "You should come with a warning for you're far and away too beautiful, and too sexy and you led me astray Mrs Kildare." "Jenny," she said, "Please call me Jenny, shall we say next Sunday same time?" she suggested. "Oh yes please," I said as I wiped me cock, then I quickly corrected myself and said,"I mean if my commitments allow." "Next Sunday then!" she smiled, "Are you ready?" she asked as I smoothed me robe down and then she opened the door to see her husband half way down the lawn with Father Rafferty trying to delay him. He looked about sixty or more, the husband, and not much of a man at all really but all dressed up in a suit with a waistcoat, "Jennifer!" he demanded, "Did you offer the Father a cup of tea?" "Oh no John, Father Rafferty has been teaching me about the Phoenecians," she lied like she was born to lying, "He said he has to get home!" "Perhaps he can tell me this riveting tale!" he sneered. "Ah if it riveting tales you want you'll need the shipyard!" I said, "But I hope I've set the Missus mind at rest." "Well, I suppose I'll see you again Father Rafferty," he said, "No doubt you'll be wanting some more of my good Irish whisky?" "Indeed John," Father Rafferty said and I wasn't sure if he wasn't unsteady on his feet now, "Though to be sure it's powerful stuff!" To be continued, maybe.