13 comments/ 77288 views/ 8 favorites Annunciation Day By: Libertine I am old now. I spend most of my time in my chair thinking back of my good life. My lovely wife Karin just came and sat by my side and started talking about the time when we were newly wed and what a great sex life we have had. Nowadays it happens only occasionally that we both are in the mood and ready for action. But when it happens we have a great time. Karin is a tremendous woman and has been my dream wife. She is fun to be with, a good mother and an innovative and active sex partner. In fact I suspect that she has something in her mind, talking about old times. "Do you remember," Karin said, "the first time I brought you to the Annunciation Day ceremony at our wedding church?" How could she think I would forget that? It was at that time she really revealed what a tremendous, sexy and open-minded wife she is. Let me tell you about it. - - - We are Swedes. I first met my wife during the war. I was stationed at the Norwegian border in a remote part of Sweden called Dalecarlia. We got our supplies from a small village and Karin was the person in the local store that handled our orders. I met her nearly every week when I collected our supplies. We got on well together and I finally dared to ask her for a date. When the war ended we had become a pair and I proposed to her. She was the daughter of the vicar. He and his wife were very nice and we got along very well already from the beginning. The vicar was much older than his wife. When he was offered to be the vicar he had to accept an old tradition and marry the widow of the former priest. She was much older and died when he was only middle-aged. So he married a much younger girl, my mother. Our wedding took place in the local church and of course he carried out the wedding ceremony. The marriage of the vicar's daughter was a great event in this small parish and many members attended. The church wasn't big enough so some had to stand outside. The wedding party was held in the vicarage garden. It was a lovely party in early summer. On the wedding night it was pleasant to find that Karin was a virgin. In those times it was to be expected but you could never be sure. Karin had been very passionate when we were together although she had never allowed me to go all the way. But she sucked me off and let me fondle her naked body everywhere. That she was a passionate woman was no surprise. But that she was advanced and knew how to please me made me wonder. Already on our second night together she asked me to take her from behind which I was glad to do. She had a marvelous bottom. But I really got curious when she the following night asked, a little shy though, if I wanted to take her up her butt. Of course I was willing to try her lovely back entrance even if it was new to me. She surprised me even more with her skill about how that penetration should be carried out. She steered me through it with self-esteem and she really enjoyed it. And so did I. Later I asked her how she had acquired that knowledge. She smiled and asked me to wait. "When the time is ready I will tell you. And I am sure you won't regret that you have to wait. So please be patient and enjoy," she said. When I asked she was busy sucking on my dick. So there wasn't anything else to do than accept her refusal to answer. She had a good grip on my balls and sucked me like an angel. During the following months I now and then asked her but always got the same answer: "Wait, you won't regret it." We celebrated Christmas and New Year in the vicarage together with her family. It was pleasant and I got to know her parents a little better. Her mother Birgit was in her late forties, easy going and with a tremendous body. It was easy to see from where Karin had got her manner and good looks. Birgit was rather tall; her body mature with good-sized breasts, broad hips and a full bottom. She was impressive but yet warm and comforting. I also got to know my sister Lisa and her husband. He had one of the biggest farms in the neighborhood but in another parish. Lisa was a little older than Karin but that they were sisters was easy to see. During the holiday I came to understand how influential the vicar and his wife were in this small parish. A steady flow a people was coming to seek advice in many matters. Many women wanted to talk to Birgit in private. On our last night before going back home Karin was very horny. She caressed me for a long time and sucked my cock expertly. Then she straddled me and slowly impaled herself on my very hard and waiting cock. It was heavenly as usual. She was really good in pleasing me. She slowly raised and sank back on my cock and also tried a few rapid thrusts. Suddenly she sat down, leaned forward letting her breasts lightly rest on my chest and flexed her cunt muscles around my cock. She held me in a firm grip. "Now the time has come to let you know how I acquired my knowledge," she said. "We have been asked to take part in an old ceremony in our church. You must give your consent before we leave tomorrow. I hope you will," she said and raised her buttocks a few times letting my cock feel her lovely tight cunt canal. She sat, impaled on my cock, and told me about the ceremony. " Nobody knows when it all started. It's mentioned in the parish books as long as they have been kept. It seems to be a mix up or combination of several traditions. In the old times offerings were made to the gods for good harvest on the vernal equinox. That day is very close to the Annunciation Day, which is the day when this ceremony is to take place. The Barbarian and the Christian fertility rites are mixed. Added to that is the will of the church to prevent pre marriage intercourse and its consequences. Our parish has been very practical about these things and wants to give young people an alternative instead of just decreeing abstinence." She paused and gave her attention to thrust on my cock. It had given signs of loosing its hardness, which my skilled wife had noticed. She fucked me until my cock was hard again also using her cunt muscles. Then she continued: "This ceremony combines the wish to sacrifice for good harvest, the wish to teach young people how to handle their sexual desire and to celebrate the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed virgin. And I also think that added to that is the wish to celebrate the end of the long dark and cold winter." She looked at me to get my reaction. I grabbed her hips and urged her to move her bottom. I had a desire to fuck. She obliged for a while, then stopped: "This is how the ceremony is carried out and what will be expected of us," she said. "The vicar family is a vital part of the ceremony and now you are family." She told me about the ceremony, now and then interrupted by our needs to keep the heat up. The more she told me the more excited I got and the less I needed encouragement to keep my erection. Finally she moved slowly up and down on my shaft. She looked me in the eye and asked: "Now you have to decide. Will you volunteer to take part in the ceremony and let me do it as well? Please do," she begged and squeezed my cock hard with her cunt muscles. She also reached behind and grabbed my balls. She knew how to persuade me. What she had described sounded very exciting and she wanted it so much. So I gave her my answer. I rolled us over on the bed and thrust hard and deep into her. "Yes, darling, yes let's do it," I cried in the same instant we both violently came. Three months later we were back at the vicarage. We arrived the day before the ceremony. There was tension in the air. Birgit was busy ironing hooded wool cowls that she explained should be used the following day. The cowls had buttons all the way up front but also half way up on the back. "Have Karin told you about the ceremony," she asked, when she saw that I didn't realize how the cowls should be used. "The white one's are for the youngsters and the blue for the other performers," she explained. There was a steady flow of pairs of people coming to see the vicar and his wife. It was a mother and a son or daughter. They talked for a while, then got a white and a blue cowl and left. In the evening Birgit and Karin were busy in the kitchen. They prepared different decoctions from dried herbs and it was a lengthy process. "These are old recipes kept in the vicarage," Birgit told me. "There are also descriptions of the different herbs, what they look like, where they can be found and when they should be picked and dried. We will use them tomorrow at the ceremony." "There are different decoctions for men and women," my wife added. "And there is one that I guess have a light narcotic effect. It must be dozed with care." At lunchtime the next day a young priest arrived. "He will take part in the ceremony," Birgit told me. "The vicar is too old nowadays to carry out what is needed. He will supervise it all though." I followed Karin and her sister Lisa to inspect the church. It was already warm inside but the churchwarden was adding more wood in the fireplaces. When we got married I had seen and briefly wondered about the alter-rails. It was big and nearly a half circle. The knee-cushions were higher than normal and the handrails put further back from the cushions. Inside I saw a new platform about a yard high and equipped with what looked like a small section of the altar rails. It had candelabra in the corners. The ceremony started at seven. It was dusk already although the sky was clear. No moonlight but stars would show later. The church was hot and lit only by candles, which gave a dim and soft light. It was nearly full with parishioners. They were seated in the old fashioned way with men on one side and women on the other side of the aisle. My wife, her sister and I were seated in the vicarage pew placed at the front and along the wall at right angle to the other pews. We were dressed in blue cowls. In the opposite front pew sat five persons, all dressed in white cowls. It looked like three boys and two girls. All women and many of the men were also dressed in cowls of different colors. All had the hood well up over their heads, to give formal anonymity I guessed. The vicar welcomed to the ceremony. The organist played and we sang hymns. The vicar conducted a short service. The sermon was a tale in old language about the return of the sun, the wishes for a good harvest, the miraculous, Immaculate Conception of the Virgin Mary and the need to teach and take care of the young people. Under the following organ music hot wine was served to everyone from big bowls. "The wine is mixed with the decoction of the narcotic herb," Karin whispered in my ear. "It's to get things going, so drink and relax." After some more singing the vicar appeared at the altar. "The time has come," he intoned, "to make the sacrifice. Those who are chosen please step forward." My wife, her sister and I rose and went inside the altar rails. The five persons in white cowls and one man and three women in blue cowls from the community followed. All had the hoods up, hiding the face. When entering we were handed another cup of the wine. I felt the effect of the wine and the drug. The vicar intoned: "Let the sacrifice begin." Two persons, one in a white cowl and one of the women approached me. I knew from what I had been told that they should be mother and daughter. We formed a triangle and I could see another triangle and three groups of two people form. The persons in my group unbuttoned the front of their cowls but let the top buttons remain to keep the hood in place. They were naked underneath except for long stockings and a primitive garter belt to held them up! Suddenly I had two naked women in front of me. The mother had a good figure with ample breasts and wide hips and a dark rich bush covering her mons. The girl was a young copy but slimmer and with small breasts. Her dark bush had not yet got thick enough to fully cover her pussy lips. They grabbed me and opened my cowl. I was naked as well. The mother took my dick in her hand and held it before the girl. She gasped when she saw it harden and raise. Her mother nudged her to take it in her hand and fondle it. The woman stroked me over my chest and brought my hand to her breast. I got the signal and started caress her. After a while she transferred my hands to her daughter and sank down and started to lick and suck my cook. When I looked around I could see that all the groups were doing the same things. My wife was close by in one of the two-person groups. Before her was a boy and he was busy fondling her breasts while she was stroking his cock. The mother brought her daughter down on her knees and gave her my cock. She pushed her forward and showed her how to lick and suck. She put her daughter's hand around my balls and then had her suck them into her mouth. She was not that careful to begin with but her mother told her to be careful and gentle. She was a quick learner and soon got the hang of it. I started to enjoy and my cock got the little extra hardness. Suddenly my mother stood before us. She put her hand on the shoulder of the girl who looked up and smiled. Birgit nodded and smiled back and then went away. She was doing her round to see that all went well. I became suddenly aware of the moans all around me. There were five men being jacked off by the women. The girls had their mothers to teach and support them. The boys were each served by an experienced woman and needed no other teacher. Two of the experienced women were my wife and her sister. My woman raised and came close to me. She put my hand over her pussy and let me understand that she wanted to be caressed. I used one hand on her breasts and the other on her slit and started to slid it back and forth and slowly inserted more and more of my finger inside. Her daughter was busy sucking my cook. The woman suddenly shuddered from a small orgasm. I was near to come myself and told her. She stopped the girl and produced a small bowl from somewhere. They both knelt down and resumed working on my cock. It wasn't long before I came. The mother skillfully collected all my come in her bowl. She and her daughter gave my cock a few more licks and then they rose. The daughter snuggled into my arms and I caressed her body. The mother brought the bowl over to Birgit who put it on the altar. The mother returned and both women embraced me. It was lovely to hold these naked women close to me. I looked over for my wife. I could see that she was busy with the boy she was serving. She had him on the brink and took her bowl and let him spurt into it. Birgit came over and collected the bowl while Karin licked the boy's dick clean. She then raised and let him fondle her and feel up her cunt. I could hear her muffled moans and guessed that she too got an orgasm. When all the five bowls were at the altar the vicar resumed the service. He turned towards the altar and prayed and thanked for the sacrifice given. He then held up a chalice. "Let the blood of Christ mix with the seed of the humans. Let the sacrifice of Christ mix with the sacrifice of the young and innocent and those who are chosen. Let us have it as a gift from the Master." He poured an amount from the chalice into each of the bowls. The young priest emerged with two nearly full chalices and emptied the bowls into them. Then he took two other bowls from the altar and put one into each of the chalices. We, who had performed went back to our pews. My wife snuggled up to me and felt under my cowl. She squeezed my cock and whispered in my ear. "Were they good. Did you enjoy? You look happy anyway. My boy wasn't that bad either," she giggled. "Now they have got the Holy Wine ready and it is mixed with the decoctions from the herbs. One is for the women, it's relaxing and the one for the men is good for potency. And the wine is strong." The vicar resumed: "Let's prepare for the Holy Communion." The congregation lined up men to the right, women to the left. Everyone got a good amount of the wine and a special communion wafer. I had seen it in the vicarage and learnt that it was sweet and nutritious. The organ was playing and the people were cheerful. The wine quickly had its effect. When all were seated again the churchwarden lit the four candelabra on the platform. The organ intoned a solemn hymn and to the tunes of it an imposing woman in a thin red velvet cowl came in from the vestry. The cowl was excellent cut with a pleat that made the fullness of her breasts show. They bounced very nice when she moved forward. She had a mask over her head. After her followed another person in a black stole and a mask. I suddenly got the impression that they were to resemble Frej and Freja, ancient gods from the Nordic mythology. Freja is the goddess of love and Frej the god of fertility. They entered the platform. "Let's praise the Lord," the vicar intoned. "Please receive our sacrifice and give us health and a good harvest. Please receive the votive offering from the sacrificial priest and priestess. And learn about the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed virgin " The organ changed to lighter tunes. The woman slowly turned towards the man and unbuttoned his stole. She took if off him and he was standing on the platform naked but masked. His massive dick was half-erect. She stroked him and fondled his balls and his dick responded and very soon became fully erect. "This is the old heathendom," my wife whispered and squirmed on the bench. "Oh look at him. Look at that cock. Isn't he magnificent." And he really was imposing. He stood straight at the platform, his hard dick pointing up in the air. The light and shadows from the candles flickered and added to the massive impression. His shadow was cast against the wall and highly magnified his cock The woman stood before him. She pulled at a drawstring and her cowl opened. She shrugged it off her shoulders and except for the mask she was naked. No longer young she had a full mature body but it was in shape. Her bosom and bottom were full, her hips wide and her belly round. The pussy hair was thick and dark and brushed to fluffiness. She was as imposing naked as dressed in her cowl. The low placed candelabra made the light come from underneath, which was flattering for her body. She turned around and backed up into the arms of the God. He started to caress her body. He stroked her breasts and down over her belly. He found her pussy and slowly inserted a finger in her hole. She squirmed and her knees buckled as he got deeper and also caressed her clit. Suddenly she stepped forward out of his embrace and knelt on the knee-bench, rested her arms at the rails and lifted her ass. The platform was placed so the congregation saw the woman from the side and she was a sight positioned as she was, illuminated by the low placed light and with her full breasts swinging freely. The God approached her with his dick pointing straight out. He let it slide through her slit before he took it in his hands and rubbed it harder all over her pussy. The woman had a jar with oil and put a good amount on the cook and on her butt. The god withdrew a little and used his fingers to caress her. More and more he concentrated on her butt hole. The woman held up the jar and he put more oil on his fingers and started to probe her butt hole. One finger slid in easily and then two. She was open and ready for him. The organ changed into a deep tune with a slow strong beat. The God placed his cock at her butt hole and started to press inwards with small movements back and forth. It was very visible when her muscle gave way and let his cockhead inside; a shudder went through her body. The God slowly started to thrust into her; deeper and deeper he went until he was full inside, his cock buried to the hilt. He paused, bent forward and grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. He found her nipples and got them between his fingers. She lowered one arm and caressed her clit when he resumed his thrusting into her hole. She met his thrusts and soon they were into a violent banging. A deep moan came from the woman and somehow it matched the music. The congregation started to sing, not with words but with sound that matched. The whole church was engaged in the sacrifice. Annunciation Day The woman changed to a quicker pace. The organ followed. She met his thrusts doing more of the work. She reached under them and took his balls in her hands and directed his movements through them. She wanted him to thrust rapid and short and he did. She met him with her bucks. Her moan got louder and reached higher tunes. Suddenly she stayed on a high tune. She had the God to stay deep inside her. She took her mask off. Underneath she had a shawl and a veil. She reached back and unmasked the God. It was the young priest. With one movement she had turned the old God into a priest and the ceremony from heathendom to a Christian sacrifice. I realized that the woman was supposed to be the Blessed Virgin. They resumed their fucking and they both came shortly after him being demasked. They shuddered and slowly sank back on the bench. The organ changed into a hymn and the congregation sang. It was a cheerful tune and the atmosphere was happy and relaxed. It was like all we had had a common orgasm. The woman turned to leave the platform. The vicarage pew was close and I caught a glimpse of her face. With a shock I recognized my mother. My wife saw that I saw and smiled. "She is something of a woman, isn't she," she whispered. " She aroused you, didn't she." And she felt for my cock and I got aware of that I indeed was aroused. The vicar was standing before the altar. "My Lord, we want you to bless the young of this parish. Please receive their sacrifice and guide them to become good husbands and wives. Those who are chosen, step forward." The same people as before gathered at the altar rails and I saw that three more women had joined. The young in white cowls divided themselves, the girls to the left and the boys to the right at the altar rails. Small groups were formed around each of the young. The vicar and the young priest came with the holy wine and each of us got a generous swig. They were careful to give the women from one chalice and the men from another. The organ again played a solemn hymn and the congregation sang. Meanwhile, the mother unbuttoned the cowls of her daughter and me but left the top buttons. The mother went down on her knees and sucked me into her hot mouth. She had me at full attention within minutes. The daughter was standing at her side looking and I fondled her small hard breasts. When the mother was satisfied with my erection she raised and pushed her daughter into my arms. She unbuttoned the back of the girl's cowl. "Caress her," she whispered. "Make her hot." I embraced the girl and let my hands slide over her behind. She had a taut round bottom and I also reached her pussy. I was instructed that I was not allowed to penetrate her, not even with my fingers. Her cherry was not to be popped. But I stroked up and down her slit. She squirmed and turned around so I had her back pressed at me. It gave me better access to her pussy lips and clit. Her mother then intervened. She had the girl kneel at the altar rails with her knees apart. Her cowl, open at front and back, hung at her sides giving me full access to her backside. "Show her how much you appreciate her charms," the mother whispered. I knelt behind the girl and started to lick her cunt and over her clit. Her mother knelt behind me and made sure my erection didn't subsided. The girl started to moan and squirm. I increased my effort and the girl let out a scream and pressed down towards my face. She got an orgasm. I looked around and saw my wife at the other end. She was kneeling and the young man had his mouth all over her pussy. From the way she moved her body I could tell she had a good time and was on the way to her orgasm. The mother nudged me to stand. She had a bottle with oil and put some on me and a generous amount on the butt of the girl. I started to massage around her butt hole. She was tight. Her mother helped by stroking over her back and breasts and also over her clit. I put my finger at her butt hole and just held it there. I could feel the girl pressing back against my finger, very gentle to start with but then with greater force. The girl got bold and pressed real hard and my finger slipped in. Her muscle held me tight but after a while loosened when I tried to move the finger back and forth. The mother was there putting more oil over the finger when it was out. After a while I could easily thrust into her. I added another finger and the whole thing repeated itself. "Now, try your cock," The mother excitedly whispered. I repositioned myself and put my cock at the girls butt hole. The mother was standing behind me, unbuttoning the back of my cowl. She had opened her own cowl and I could feel her naked body against my back when she leaned forward holding my cock in position. I hold the hips of the girl and let my cock press steadily. As before the girl pressed back, hesitantly at first but then more and more. Her muscle opened up a little at a time letting my cockhead slowly inside. She groaned when I slipped past the muscle and it gripped behind my cockhead. I leaned forward and cupped her small breasts. All around us I heard moans and cries. When I looked up I saw the other groups in various positions with the five women that should get their butts penetrated all on their knees. My wife and her sister who initiated two boys already had them inside and they were thrusting and bucking. I recognized the aroused moans from my wife. My girl moved and I had to get back to my task. She pressed against me and I increased my inward pressure. With small movements we eased my cock further up her butt. The mother poured more oil now and then and encouraged me by pressing herself at my back. Her soft breasts felt lovely and I could feel her erect nipples. I reached under and stroked over the girl's clit. It was erect and easy to find. This girl was going to be an eager lover I thought. I caressed her as she eased me inside. Suddenly I was all the way in. My balls touched her bottom. She moaned and turned her head and smiled at me. "Fuck me," she whispered and started to buck at me. At the same time I could hear familiar cries from my wife. I thrust back and forth and the girl met me. The mother was pushing from behind holding her hands on my hips. I was doing my best thrusting and caressing the clit. I reached behind and felt for the mother's ass cheeks. They were bouncing and I gripped one and squeezed. The mother changed position and stood beside the girl and pressed my hand into her cunt. My girl started to shudder and her inner muscles tightened. Her orgasm rippled through her and I came only just a little after her. I was in to the hilt when I let my seed flow. She tensed as if she could feel it. We slowly relaxed and I caressed most part of her body letting my hands tell her how lovely she was. I got aware of the organ playing and that the cries and moans around us had changed to low purrs. I looked over at my wife and in the dim light was able to see that she still had her boy inside her but that he had spurted. He looked spent, his knees buckling. His mother was supporting him. My mother came round at the inside of the altar rails. She handed washrags to the mothers. They used them to clean up the cocks and the butts. The organ took up a new hymn and the congregation sang. The groups broke up after hugging and went back to the pews. A few of the women didn't care to button their cowls. They all looked lovely in the dim light. The vicar stood at the altar. "Master, please notice this initiation of the young and innocent and guide them in the future to become good wives and husbands." The vicar came forward to the altar rails with the chalice. He beckoned to the first pews of the female part of the congregation to come forward. About ten women came. The rest had to wait because the altar rails were full. They knelt and got a swig from the chalice. The young priest went out in the aisle and made signs to the males. As they stepped forward they also got a good swig from the Holy Wine prepared for the men. The men moved on and lined up in random order behind the women. The candles were nearly burnt out. Most of the light came from the candelabra at the platform. The vicar gave a sign and the organ played a well-known hymn. All was standing, singing. There were many verses. Suddenly I saw that the women at the altar rails had opened their cowls back and front and turned towards the man standing behind her. They also had unbuttoned and freed their cocks. The women reached out for the cocks. The men for the women's' breasts. Before my eyes an erotic frolicking started. When a woman thought her man was ready, she turned and knelt at the altar rails. She oiled herself and her man when his cock came into reaching distance. The men probed the butt holes and one by one slipped inside. The bucking and thrusting was fantastic to watch. I saw that the pairs at the altar rails constantly changed. When one couple was finished they gave room to a woman waiting in line and a man from the other line went up behind her. From our pew we had a good view. We were close to the altar rails. It was a fantastic sight with all these female asses lined up. They were of all sizes and shapes; a few enormous, some tiny and taught but most of them were great pear-shaped, round or heart-shaped asses. All sexy and inviting. The ages of the women were from late teenagers to very mature. The cocks very harder to see in the faint light and buried, as they were most of the time, between ass cheeks. But they too very of different sizes and thickness. My wife and her sister gasped loudly. I looked up and saw that they were looking at a couple close to us. A tiny woman had come to the altar rails and behind her a man of normal size. But his cock was a monster. My wife and my sister started to wail softly on behalf of the poor tiny woman who had to take this monster inside. But the woman seemed not to worry. She expertly made sure that the monster was fully erect and hard before kneeling at the altar rails. She reached between her spread legs and oiled the monster and her butt hole, then placed the monster head at her hole. Her man started to push and she eased him inside her butt without visible trouble although it took some time. When he was fully engulfed by her butt my wife gasped of admiration and she watched intently when they fucked, slowly at first but harder as they got used to each other. They both reached what looked like a satisfactory orgasm. I felt a hand snuggle under my cowl. It was my wife testing my dick. "Would you have believed that," my wife whispered with admiration in her voice. "I love this," she went on after a little pause. "All this happy people letting the steam out once a year. And the risk is eliminated and it is not regarded as adultery. I have longed for many years to be allowed to teach a young boy like today. But I had to be married first and someone must ask for me to do the favor. It's the youngster's mother that selects and put the question through my mother. And the vicar family is always in great demand so I didn't doubt that we should be asked. That's why I had you wait for the answer." She giggled. "I can see there are more men than women waiting," I asked her. "What will happen to them?" "Oh, don't worry," Karin said. "Most of the women will be more than happy to accommodate at least another man. So the real question is how many men are able for another round. How about you? I bet you will be approached." Her body shook with laughter. "Why isn't your brother here?" I asked. "You said that the vicar family is favored." " Oh, he hasn't been asked. Rumour has it that his cock is very big," my wife whispered giggling. "No mother will let him near their virgin girl, although I guess that many of them would like to have him themselves." " Well, the rumour is correct," I heard my sister whisper. "And it's right that he shouldn't be buttfucking young girls. He would rip them apart. It's even hard for me to accommodate him in my butt. So he had to stay home tonight." Suddenly a figure was standing outside our pew. It was a woman and she whispered something to Karin. She giggled and nodded her consent. The woman withdrew. "A bonus for me," Karin whispered. "One of the other boys is fit again and the tradition says that he can ask any of the chosen women. And his mother says that he wants me. You don't disagree, do you, please," she asked, suddenly a little afraid. "Oh no, you go ahead, this evening everything seems to be permitted as far as buttfucking is concerned," I said. "Does it go for me to?" I added as I saw a figure approaching. It was a woman and I thought I recognized her as the mother of my virgin girl. The woman leaned over: "I want you to take me up my behind," she said in a hushed voice. "Please do me the favor." "My, my," my wife whispered at my side. "I think we both are lucky. This is also along with the tradition that the mother of your virgin girl specifically can ask for you. I know this woman. You will have a good time." "I think he is able, at least with a little help from you," Karin said to the woman with a giggle. We rose and went into the aisle. Karin and the woman went up to the vicar who stood at an empty space at the rails, chalice in his hands. They got not one but two big swigs. I looked for the young priest to get a refresher and found him. When I went up to the rails I saw that Karin and the woman was kneeling together whispering. The boy and his mother and my virgin girl also joined the party. Suddenly four hands were over my body. My cowl was opened and my cock engulfed in a mouth. From previous experience I guessed it was the girl. Before me stood the mother, naked, demanding my attention. She offered her breasts to fondle and her pussy to probe. I did both, my hands fully occupied. I looked over and saw that my wife was treated the same way. My woman was hot. Her pussy was very wet and her clit stood out. She was ready. "Don't be gently with me," she whispered from inside her hood. "I want it strong and hard. Come." She knelt on the bench with her ass up in the air. The girl put oil on our parts. The woman squirmed and moaned. I thought about what she had said and decided to try to penetrate her with my cock, without loosen her up first. I aimed my cock at her butt hole. The girl was standing at our side. She held my cock in position. I started to push with small hard movements back and forth. The girl looked at me and giggled. At my next forward push she pressed my cock slightly down and I slid into the pussy. It was so wet and slick that I effortlessly slid all the way in. My woman jerked, then cried out of pleasure. She bucked a few times and I met her. She came violently, her body trembled and she squeezed my cock. However, she composed herself quickly. She giggled but pushed me out. The girl laughed and put my cock at the right entrance. I pushed hard and steady at her butt hole, as instructed. I kept pushing hard and used short jabs to get inside. Her muscle gradually gave way and I kept on pushing. When I was past her muscle I pushed on and thrust to get in. The woman cried out but gave no signs that I should stop. I gave her one mighty thrust and got all the way in. I stayed there just for a second and then started to bang her long and hard. She met me and it got real wild. The thrusts got shorter and harder and my balls slapped against her ass. I reached down and felt for her clit. It was wet and oily and I frigged it hard. My woman whined higher and higher and I felt our orgasm build up. I tried to slow down to postpone the salute but she didn't allow it. She took command and brought us both forwards. Her whine reached a high pitch tone and she stopped bucking. Her body shook and her butt muscles held me in a firm grip. That was enough for me too and my seed flowed into her butt. We stayed coupled for a long time. I looked over at my wife. I had registered her cries a while before and could now see that her boy was spent and had left her butt. She was hugging him, his head between her lovely breasts. She looked over at me and was so close that I could see that she was happy. My woman wriggled her hips. She wanted to get up. But before I let her go I grabbed her breasts and fondled them. I also thrust my cock in her butt a few times. She made me leave by pushing her bottom forward and squeezing her ass cheeks. The girl had a washrag ready and cleaned us both. Then the three of us hugged before we buttoned up our cowls and parted. The show went on. The women were horny and the men made their best. I guess the wine with its herbs helped. I heard my wife and my sister whisper to each other. " My boy had a very thick cock, but it was short," my sister said. " I had some trouble to accommodate him at first. It took time. But then it felt good." " My first boy was shy in the beginning. But he learned fast and became bold and banged me hard. His cock was average but I think he is clever enough to learn how to use it," my wife whispered giggling. "Oh, I guess he was my second boy then. He was so impudent as to go directly for my pussy without asking. He pushed real hard to get in. And his mother did nothing to change the direction of his cock to the right entrance." My sister whispered and laughed a muffled laugh. "So what did you do. Smack him?" My wife asked "Oh, no, I let him in of course. We are here to teach the boys of the female body, aren't we? But not before I had him beg and work for it. His cock was real hard and felt so good. So I let him fuck my pussy but only for a while. You can't be sure of young boys. They can spurt very quickly. So I pushed him out and took him into my back canal. He was good there also." My sister giggled aloud. "Well, I am sure he will remember you," my wife said, a little envious I thought. "My second boy wasn't that bold but he had a long, slender cock. It was easy to take him in and very comfortable to accommodate him. It was a tremendous feeling that he was so long. And he wasn't bad using his cock." "Oh, I would like to try that one," my sister said. "Do you think the boys will ask us again?" "I certainly hope so," I heard my wife say, although she whispered very low. I guess she didn't want me to hear how horny she was. "I want to try that fat knob you told me about. I am sure I can handle it." A little while later they had their requests granted. Two mothers came nearly at the same time and asked first my sister and then my wife on behalf of their boys. They both eagerly accepted. Before my wife left the pew to go to the altar rails she whispered to me. "Look, I told you the problem would not be shortage of willing women." I looked and saw that two women were standing at the rails waiting but no man was lining up. "Why don't you try out another woman. Who knows if you will have my permission again? The woman will be very happy if you do," my wife said giggling when she went up to the rails where her third boy was waiting. I felt my cock stir and decided that I was going to make it. I went up to the priest and got a swig. I saw the two women looking in my direction waiting for my choice. One of the women beckoned to me and made a deep curtsey. When she did her cowl opened at the front showing her pussy. Her bush was dark and rich. It looked delicious and I went up to her. The other woman looked disappointed, her shoulders sagged. "Thank you for coming to me," she whispered. "I saw you before and hoped that you would do me. Let me help you." She knelt before me and caressed my dick. She licked it and took it into her mouth. Very gentle she sucked my cock and fondled my balls. As my cock grew she took me deeper in her. She was good at cock sucking. Annunciation Day When she thought I was as hard as I would get she raised and came close to me. "I saw when you had the mother of your virgin. I saw that you were inside her pussy, although that is against the rules. Please do the same to me. Give me a quickie in my pussy before you take me up my ass, please. It's been so long and my first man tonight came too fast." I couldn't see her face but her voice convinced me that she really meant it. She turned around and knelt at the rails, knees wide apart. Her cowl hung down at her sides. I came forward and pressed against her ass cheeks. Her hand came up between her thighs and grabbed my cock and directed it towards her pussy entrance. With one thrust I was inside her very wet cunt. She grunted of pleasure and met my thrusts. It took only a few long thrusts before she came. It was no mistake. She screamed of delight and pushed back to stop me. We stayed in that position for a little while. Then she pushed me out. "Take me in my ass" she whispered. "Come, I want you there now." I did as I was asked. I placed my cock at her butt and pushed. There was little resistance. She was already slick and I could push my cock inside her with one long hard movement. She grunted when she felt my balls press at her ass. I thrust back and forth and she met my movements. Her ass was well trained. She had no problems to accommodate me and fuck. It felt heavenly inside her slick but narrow channel. I reached down and grabbed her full, soft breasts. The nipples were erect and I fondled her breasts with long rough strokes back and forth, which she seemed to like. It felt good to me too. Suddenly I heard a familiar cry. It was my wife who first cried out in pain but very soon changed to cries of delight and pleasure. I figured that her boy had forced his fat knob right inside her butt before she was ready. All too soon my woman started to moan and thrust wild backwards against me. Her orgasm was building up and she came as violently as before when I was fucking her cunt. Her butt canal closed around my cock and held me in a real tight grip. She moaned loudly and cried out of delight. I was standing crouched over her back, my cock buried in her and my hand on her clit. After a while I tried to move again. I was far from my own orgasm. I guess my balls were empty but the erotic atmosphere and the herbs in the wine made my cock to stand. My woman stopped my tries to thrust into her. She was spent. Suddenly I sensed that someone was standing close by. I looked and saw the other woman, the one I had let down in favor of my present lady. I realized that she had been standing there all the time, watching. I had a slight memory of hands on my backside when I was fucking my woman. The second woman crouched over us. "Was it good, are you satisfied?" She whispered to my woman. "If so, be a good sister and leave him to me." My woman laughed happily. "Yes, I have had a most enjoyable fuck. I was just thinking about how to get rid of this horny man and his rigid cock. I don't want any more. So please, he is all yours." "You haven't come, have you?" She asked me. "You are young, you must have enough strength to take me? You are my last chance to night. And I am horny as hell. Please try." She begged My woman raised her upper body and pushed me out of her. I hardly had time to caress her ass cheeks as a thank you before the second woman took me over and expertly cleaned me with a washrag she had handy. She then led me to a new place at the rails. Her cowl opened. The light was very dim so I couldn't see her clearly. I used my hands to explore her body. She was mature, probably in her fifties but her body was kept in shape. Wide hips, a well rounded belly, a thick but trimmed dark bush. And very imposing breasts. I cupped them in my hands. Her breasts were soft at the touch but also heavy in my hands. She had long protruding nipples. It was lovely to feel the heaviness underneath the soft surface. Somehow I got the feeling I recognized her body. She must have sensed my reaction. "Yes, it was my younger sister you just made happy. Please make me happy too," she whispered. I sensed something behind me and felt that her attention was diverted. "Yes, come on over. He may need some of that," she said to someone behind me. The priest came to my side with the chalice. I took it in my hands and drank what little that was left. It felt good and somehow the feeling spread immediately to my cock which jerked upwards and got harder. My woman laughed throatily when she felt it in her hand. She had been holding my cook all the time. And I suddenly felt my spirits renew and felt horny as never before. Yes, I was going to fuck this woman. "I know it," she whispered. "You will make it. You will make me come." She moved her head close to mine. "If you are tired of butt fucking you may try my pussy," she whispered a little shy. "I am well past fertility age. There is no risk. And you will find that my pussy is worth visiting. It is true that I don't get much cock nowadays but I exercise my cunt frequently. Come and take me now, please." She turned and knelt at the altar rails. I unbuttoned her cowl at the back and let it fall at her sides. She spread her knees and thighs. I stroked over her back and down her thighs. I let my cock brush through her slit. She got anxious and pushed my hand away. She grabbed me cock herself and rubbed with it where she wanted to be rubbed. She placed my cock at her pussy entrance and held on, waiting. I had to make up my mind; fuck her pussy or her butt. It was an easy choice. I wanted to try out this woman's pussy. She had bragged about her skill and that had aroused me. I was sure my wife wouldn't mind if I fucked this old woman's pussy instead of her butt. She had suggested that I tried another woman, well this was the second but it was all the same. I grabbed the hips of my woman and pushed forward. I slid easily all the way in. She was wide open and very, very wet. In fact I hardly felt her cunt walls but it felt good being inside her. I startled when there suddenly was a noise. I realized that it was the organ. It had been silent for a while but now the organist played a light tune with a quick pulse. Automatically I started to thrust into my woman adjusting to the rhythm of the organ. I also looked up and around and saw that we were the only couple left at the altar rails. All the others were seated in their pews, watching us in the weak light. Normally I would have been embarrassed. But this night was not normal. Instead it turned me on even more. I kept on fucking my woman and reached forward for her breasts. They hung soft and heavy in my hands, with very hard nipples. Suddenly I realized that I could clearly feel her cunt walls against my cock. Her skill was such that she could slowly contract her muscles to tighten her cunt. The cunt tightened slowly with a continuous motion. I had gradually to use more and more force to thrust into her. It felt fantastic. She had started to moan. She thrust back at me and when I put my hand over her clit she bucked wildly and came in a shuddering orgasm. She cried out and the congregation responded. Her cunt muscles loosened while we rested. I was still hard and inside her cunt. She raised her head and brought my ear to her mouth. "That was heaven," she whispered. "It has been so long. You are still hard? Do you want to change to my butt now or do you prefer to go on in my pussy? I have a few more tricks in there if you stay, please do." It was no doubt what she wanted. And I was happy where I was. So I just grabbed her breasts and pushed deep inside her cunt. She laughed deeply and rewarded me by flexing her inner muscles. She let me really feel what strength she had in them. I could hardly move back and forth. Then she started to chant to the organ music. I could not understand the words, it sounded like an old dialect. She loosened her grip around my cock and made me thrust long and deep into her. She made us fuck in rhythm with the music and her chanting. And then the congregation took up her chant. The pulse in the music got faster a little at a time and we all followed. My woman flexed her muscles gradually and I had to thrust hard. I felt like being in heaven. The feeling in my cock was very intense, nothing like what I had experienced before. The chant from the congregation got louder when my woman started to cry out. She no longer led the chant. She concentrated on our fucking. Her inner muscles changed behavior, she could flex and loosen them independently. She made her opening tight and the rest loose or the other way around. She tightened one side pushing my cock at the other side. And she let her muscles pulse. I stopped thrusting and let her cunt ripple around my cock. It was incredible. Her cries got higher. I felt that my orgasm was building up. She felt it too or she was ready anyway. She flexed her muscles to a comfortable degree and bucked at me. I thrust hard with rapid short strokes. The congregation caught our status and quickened their rhythm. We fucked wildly and my woman screamed high. We came simultaneously in a violent orgasm that made our bodies shudder. I spurted into her cunt much more than I had thought possible. We stood motionless for a while letting our orgasm douse. I held my arms around my woman, gently caressing her soft breasts. She pressed herself back at me and moved her ass a little. The congregation had changed to a slow hymn. My woman held me inside her with her muscles until my cock went soft. Then she gently pushed me out of her. She raised and turned around. She hugged me. "Thank you," she whispered in my ear. "I really needed that. It felt so good." She let her cowl down and disappeared in the nearly dark church. I found my way back to our pew, a little anxious about what my wife would say. "Darling, I am so proud of you. You made two women happy. The vicar family will gain respect," she whispered. "And I will be honored amongst the women to have such a virile husband," she added giggling. "In fact, I didn't thought you were able to get it up when I suggested that you should try another woman. But it was naughty of you to fuck her cunt when the butt was the proper place. But I forgive you." The vicar appeared in front of the altar. He prayed and asked the Master to receive the sacrifice and asked for a good harvest. The organ played and we all sang a well-known hymn. The congregation started to get dressed in the pews and dropped off one by one. The vicar family went out through the vestry from which it was only a short way to the vicarage. It was cold outside and I could feel the wind up my naked body underneath the cowl. - - - - - - My wife nudged me in the side. "Did you fall asleep," she asked, "you became so quiet." "Oh no," I answered. " You remembered me of the most unusual and wonderful experience. Suddenly I was back there in my memory. It was lovely." "Oh, good," Karin giggled. "Do you remember which day it is today?" I looked at her. She had on a robe that was vaguely familiar. It was blue and cut as a cowl. When I looked at her she pulled the hood up over her head and face. And then I remembered. It was the Annunciation Day.