ST GHENNA’S ACADEMY

Feature Writer: Unknown

Feature Title: St. Ghenna’s Academy (I don’t have the actual title)

Published: Unknown

Story Codes: Religious Fetish, Nuns, Priests, Rape, Non-Consensual

Synopsis: It all started by being raped by a priest

St. Ghenna’s Academy

The girl’s at St. Ghenna’s Academy for Young Women were usually a well-behaved group of young ladies. However recent events involving one of the fifth form girls had caused great consternation among the girls. The girl had claimed that she had been raped by one of the popular young priests, Father Foster. Later the same girl had claimed that one of the nuns attending at the school had assisted another man in attacking her. However the girl had to describe or press charges against her second attacker, nor could she identify the nun who supported the alleged attack. Now that girl, Susan Billington, was being observed by a group of her classmates while on the telephone to her boyfriend.

“It’s horrible here, Paul.” She was nearly crying into the receiver of the public phone. “Terrible things keep happening to me but nobody believes me.”

Susan looked over to the main stairwell, where a group of girls stared contemptuously at her. Some of the girls looked nervously away as Susan stared in their direction, but one girl, Ginne held her gaze and it was Susan who had to turn away.

“Look at her, the little witch!” Ginne sneered. “If Father Foster gets the sack because of her she’s done for!” Her friends mumbled their agreement.

“I heard that father wasn’t even in the room with her.” Whispered one of the others.

“And that the whore was doing it with a dog!” The group of girl’s giggled loud enough for Susan to hear.

“Oh, Paul,” Susan sighed. “I just want to leave here now.”

Ginne was a well-known bully and had already beaten Susan and her friends up on several occasions for no good reason.

“Why don’t you come home?” Paul Yates had been Susan’s friend for as long as she could remember.

His family lived next door to the Billington’s for years and the two children had always played together. Recently Susan had felt a great longing for Paul, and the two had secretly decided that after their studies were over the two would start dating.

“Just come home for a few days,” The boy insisted. “You’re probably just a bit homesick. You’ll feel better at home.”

Susan felt ill at the thought of going home. The man who had attacked her in the grounds of the school was in fact her own father, who had intimated that he now thought of his daughter as his “personal fuck-toy”.

“I don’t think I will.” Susan whispered. “I’ll just stick it out here.”

Without another word she hung the telephone up. Slowly she moved towards the stairs. Although it was only 8.30 in the evening Susan was moving towards the dormitory. The other girls had made it clear that Susan was not welcome to join in any of their games, clubs or even study groups. Father Foster, the priest that had raped Susan was a popular young teacher. In fact Susan herself had had a crush on the man until the incident in his quarters. Ginne struck out a long leg to trip Susan up as the girl reached the girl. Billington’s short pleated skirt flew up, exposing her black tights and thick navy panties. The group cackled like witches.

“Flashing your knickers off again, Billington?” Ginne taunted. “Must have been a horny phone call to the boy friend!”

The girl stood astride the fallen Susan. Ginne was wearing tight blue leggings and a form fitting matching crop top from which her pert breasts were magnificently displayed. She placed a wedge-heeled trainer on Susan’s flabby bottom. Susan tried to move but the bully pushed her shoe further into the fallen girl’s backside.

“Or are you trying to attract another priest?” Ginne sneered.

“Stop”!

There was a high pitched shriek and a very thin young girl raced across the hall and struggled to pull Susan from the floor.

“Or another dog!” Ginne laughed.

The new girl was Debbie Harris, Susan’s best and, at the moment, only friend.

“Leave her alone!” Debbie demanded.

She was a few inches smaller than Ginne and no where near as well developed as Ginne, especially in the breast department. However she was more than determined to stand to the bully.

“If you don’t leave her alone now I’ll fetch Sister Diel!”

Ginne slowly moved her foot from Susan’s bottom. Sister Diel was the school’s strict disciplinarian. Even some of the priests were known to be scared of her.

“Take your dykey friend, then!” Ginne huffed. “But you’re in the wrong gang, Harris! All you’ll get from her is a fist up your cunt!”

Debbie picked Susan from the floor and walked her up the stairs. Susan was crying and Debbie held her close to comfort her. The girls at the bottom of the stairs began making obscene sucking sounds and Ginne began to finger her crotch through her leggings.

“Have fun, girlies!” She called after them.

Suddenly the bully realized that she was making herself excited. Ginne pulled her leggings as tight as possible against her cunt.

“I’m just going to the toilet.” She flushed red in the face and excused herself.

She moved into the bathroom so quickly that she did not notice Sister Diel standing guard outside the toilet. The nun silently followed the girl into the cubicle. Debbie had to support the quivering Susan all the way up the oak staircase to the dormitory.

“Thank you.” The tall girl sobbed as Debbie lowered her onto the bed. “I think I’ll be alright now.”

The crashing shut of the heavy bedroom door told them differently.

“I don’t think so, Susan.” The speaker was a tall man brandishing a large knife.

He was naked apart from a priest’s dog collar. Susan recognized him at once, it was Father Foster, the priest who had previously raped her. Foster reached out quickly and grabbed Debbie, pulling her close to him.

“That’s right, Susan. You made a lot of trouble for me here. Now I’m going to get my own back!”

Debbie squirmed in the naked priest’s arms, until he held the cold edge of the knife to her soft throat. The vulnerable looking girl screamed. Foster hit her in the stomach.

“Shut up, bitch!” Foster snarled. “You’re a nice little bonus for me!” His free hand began to roam across Debbie’s flat chest. “Now, Susan, if you’d like to keep your one friend in one piece, take your skirt off!”

Susan had been beaten by her father’s attack only the previous night and it had only been a few days before that when Foster had raped her. She stumbled to her feet, she knew now that there was no struggling against her attackers. She quietly prayed that her ordeal would be over quickly as she fumbled with the button and short zip at the back of her skirt. It slipped to the floor.

“Now the tights.” The naked priest ordered. “Take them off.”

Debbie could feel something hot and big sticking into the small of her back. Susan stood by her bed and awkwardly rolled her thick pantyhose to the floor. She almost fell over slipping them off her feet but landed on the bed instead.

“Stand up.” Foster ordered as his free hand lifted Debbie’s skirt.

The girl’s wide eyes popped even wider as she could feel cold hands on her cotton panties.

“And turn around. I want to see that fat bum of yours. I remember having so much fun with it at the weekend.”

Susan did as she was asked. Her full cut panties strained with the sagging cheeks of the girl’s plump bottom.

“Lovely!” Foster slavered as his fingers raced around the edge of Debbie’s cunt. “Now take off your panties!”

Susan stood with her back to the priest, tears falling from her hazel eyes. She jerked at her thick navy panties and flinched at every perverted sigh and moan from the sick priest.

“Oh yes!” His voice trembled at the sight of Susan’s white buttocks.

The girl kicked her knickers under the bed. Foster began flicking his middle finger over Debbie’s cotton covered clit. The young girl had never even felt herself before, let alone had a man play with her clit. Despite her terror she found herself stiffening with pleasure. The priest smiled as he felt the girl’s underwear begin to drip with cunt juice. With his knife hand he nearly choked Debbie as he pulled down her thin cotton panties. Foster pulled the young girl off the floor as he maneuvered the garment over her bony knees. Debbie was kicking and emitting a high pitched half scream as the priest half strangled her.

“Shut the fuck up!” The priest screamed. “What do you expect if you hang about with a whore?”

Suddenly Foster forced the girl to the ground as he snatched the soaking panties from the floor. With the same violent force the priest raced towards Susan, holding Debbie like a child’s toy. The tall, ungainly girl was almost pulled backwards as Foster grabbed her throat. Suddenly her mouth was filled with something soft and wet; Debbie’s cunt soaked panties! Foster threw Debbie to the floor as he grabbed Susan’s wrists together. Suddenly she found the knife at her own throat!

“Pick up the tights!” the priest yelled at Debbie.

One look at her friend’s face, with the pale blue panties bulging through her cheeks, convinced Debbie that her friend would be in mortal danger if she did not comply.

“Tie her hands with them!” Foster ordered.

Susan’s arms were limp as Debbie did as she was ordered. Foster was tearing through Susan’s bedside table until he found her underwear draw. He pulled out two more pairs of tights.

“Lie on the bed!” He spat at Susan, swinging the knife viciously close to both the girls’ faces. He threw the pantyhose into Debbie’s face. “Tie her legs to the bed posts!” He instructed.

Susan’s cunt was spread wide open by the time Debbie had finished her task. She could not bear to look at her friend’s face. Foster laughed at her discomfort and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck.

“If you don’t want to look her, look at this instead!” He pulled the shocked young girl’s mouth onto his hard cock.

Debbie’s arms failed around helplessly as the priest’s cock filled her mouth. The fifteen-year-old had never seen even a picture of a penis before, let alone a rampant cum filled cock like Foster’s. The priest cupped either side of her face and began forcing her head into his groin.

“PRAISE BE TO GOD!” The priest screamed.

Debbie’s nostrils billowed as she fought for breath. Her prominent teeth were scraping the huge member, but nothing seemed to stop the priests attack.

“Look at your cock sucking whore friend, bitch!” Foster taunted Susan. “She can’t get enough of my cock!”

The young girl was in fact hammering at the priest’s legs with her thin arms. However Foster did not seem to notice.

“I’m getting close now!” The priest heaved. “I’m gonna cum down this little virgin’s throat! All because she’s your friend!”

Debbie squealed and tried to pull her head back, but Foster held her in a vice like grip. The schoolgirl could feel the muscles in Foster’s thighs and buttocks tense. For a second she thought she might break free, until a gallon of cum was launched down the back of her throat. Father Foster released Debbie’s face as cum streamed down her chin. She turned to Susan, tied on the bed and cried. Susan cried too. She could remember now exactly the same thing happening to her. And the effect oral sex had on her. Debbie knelt on the floor, the priest’s sperm foaming from her mouth. Huge globs dripped onto her blouse and began to hiss and steam.

“Sue!” The young girl cried in a weak, thin voice. “Help me Susan!”

Foster lent behind Debbie and began gently unbuttoning the ruined blouse, exposing a pastel blue vest that complimented the panties that were lodging in her friend’s mouth.

“What do you want Susan to help you to do?” The priest whispered seductively.

“Help me.” The young girl’s voice took on a dreamy quality, as though she was lost in a fantasy.

Debbie began to run her cheek softly over the rapist’s arms, leaving cum trails over his hairy flesh. She giggled as she licked it off. Her wide eyes stared longingly at the priest for approval.

“I want her to help you fuck me, father.” The young girl pleaded.

Susan closed her stinging eyes. If only Debbie hadn’t followed her to the dorm she would have been spared this.

“That’s right!” Foster seemed to have read the captive’s mind. “It’s your fault that Debbie’s a little cock slut!” He laughed and the young girl joined in while pulling the final drops of cum from the priest’s cock.

“Will you fuck me now, father?” Debbie’s virgin cunt was burning with lust. “Please, father! I need a good fucking!” She began attacking her cunt with three fingers.

“I can’t fuck you, Debbie,” The priest told her solemnly. “Unless Susan agrees to help us!”

The tied-up girl closed her eyes even tighter. Unfortunately this had the effect of clamping down even harder on Debbie’s juicy knickers. Susan’s young friends love juices dribbled down her throat, making her gag.

“Help me, Susan!”

She could feel soft and wet fingers on her inner thighs. It was Debbie. The girl was acting as though drugged.

“Help father fuck me!”

Delicate kisses rained on Susan’s legs. She could feel Debbie’s hair fell between her legs and hot breath on her startled cunt.

“I love you, Susan. I love this cunt of yours!”

“NO!” Susan struggled to shake her head.

Suddenly she was startled to feel a hot slap across her face. Shocked, Susan opened her eyes to see Debbie about to crack her face again.

“FUCK ME, SUSAN!” She was kneeling between Susan’s legs.

Her vest was sodden with sweat, outlining her tiny breasts with their excited nipples. Behind her Foster was running his fingers down her spine and then forcing a finger between Debbie’s flat buttocks. The thin girl arched her back in shock as the priest’s finger invaded her arse hole.

“OH GOD, YES!” Debbie screamed. “FUCK MY ARSE, FATHER!”

“You’re wish is my command!” The priest withdrew his finger and forced Debbie’s face between her friend’s wide open legs.

Debbie was just a hair breath away from Susan’s pink cunt.

“You’ve got a lovely cunt, Sue!” She giggled.

“Why don’t you put your tongue in Susan’s clit?” Foster held Debbie’s hips and positioned himself between her legs.

Susan began to stiffen up.

“MMM!” Debbie moaned with her face buried in Susan’s dark, hairy cunt.

Her tongue delicately split the folds of wet flesh making Susan squirm with unwanted pleasure.

“Oh, yes!” The priest placed his cock at the entrance of Debbie’s tight arse-hole.

“YES!” Screamed Debbie, feeling the first push of penetration. “YES! FUCK ME! FUCK MY ARSE, PRIEST!”

Foster laughed deeply as he forced his cock in to the tiny puckered hole. The entire nine inches rammed itself into the thin girl in one unnatural movement.

“Keep sucking!” He yelled above Debbie’s screams of ecstasy. “It wouldn’t be fair if you cum and your friend doesn’t!”

“YES!” The girl cried. “Cum, Susan! Cum in my mouth!”

Debbie forced her tongue inside her best friend while snatching at Susan’s unfolding clit with her overbite. Susan tried to fight against her own body, but she could already feel her cunt open itself up for sex. The whole idea of having sex with another woman was abhorrent to her, but she could not stop her clit reacting warmly to Debbie’s tongue.

“I’m going to cum, children!” Foster announced. “I’m going to spray you bitches with priest cum!”

“YES!” Screamed Debbie.

She reached under Susan’s thighs and grasped for dear life, forcing her tongue even deeper into the captive girl’s dripping fanny. Susan could feel the rumblings of an enormous climax beginning within her. Foster withdrew his cock and began to rain hot spunk over both girls. Debbie leapt up playfully, catching cum in her mouth and on her tits and rubbing it into her cunt. As the first globule of spunk hit Susan’s face she came violently. Debbie launched herself between her friend’s legs again to suckle on her cum as Susan faded into unconsciousness.

Susan woke covered in sweat. The sun was streaming through the high windows of the dormitory; she realized that she must have been unconscious for several hours. The other beds in the room were filled with sleeping girls. Including Debbie.

“Debbie!” Susan leapt out of her bed and thundered towards her friend. “Oh Debbie! I’m so sorry!” She cried.

The younger girl was still asleep and Susan grabbed her by the arm to wake her. Other heads were turning in their beds, including Ginne, who had the next bed to Debbie.

“What’s going on?” She asked sleepily. “Debbie was attacked last night!” Susan said urgently.

“She must still be in shock!”

“What the fuck!” Ginne leapt out of bed wearing a grey crop top and shorts. “Who attacked her?”

“It was Father Foster!” Susan spat. “You didn’t believe me and now he’s raped poor Debbie as well!”

“Fuck off!” Ginne said.

“Shh!” Susan insisted. “She’s coming round.”

She sat on the edge of Debbie’s bed and held the girl’s tiny hand. “I’m so sorry.” Susan told Debbie. “I wanted to help you but I couldn’t. He would have killed us both if I had tried anything.”

Debbie opened her wide eyes and focused a long time on Susan. Suddenly she pulled her hand back and began screaming.

“Sister!” Debbie yelled. “Sister!”

Susan tried to tell herself that her friend’s hysteria was only natural after her ordeal. In fact it might be a chance to prove that Father Foster was responsible for the attack on herself.

“SISTER!” Debbie had drawn herself up in a fetal position on the bed as far away from Susan as possible. Sister Diel glided swiftly and silently to Debbie’s bedside.

“What’s all the fuss about, child. It’s only six o’clock in the morning.” The stern nun stared at Susan. “Is this anything to do with you, Miss Billington?”

Diel had made it quite clear that she had never believed Susan’s story about the deviant priest. In fact she had even provided Father Foster with an alibi for her rape.

“Sister,” Debbie stammered. “I was attacked last night.”

Susan tightened her lip. At last she was going to be vindicated.

“And who was it that attacked you, child?” Sister Diel’s voice was surprisingly sympathetic.

“It was her, sister!” Debbie pointed a bony finger. “It was Susan Billington! She raped me!”

The accusation was meet with a stony silence. Susan was as shocked as if she had been slapped. Sister Diel stared at the accused girl with her clear blue eyes. Ginne noticed something lying on Susan’s bed and walked slowly over to pick it up. It was Debbie’s panties.

“These can’t be yours.” She told Susan. “You’re not a size eight.” Suddenly the girl’s face changed. “Disgusting, they’re all wet!”

She threw them at Susan. Sister Diel examined the wet panties.

“They are certainly the same as this poor child’s vest.” She concluded.

By now every girl in the room was hanging on every word.

“Are they your panties, Debbie?”

The young girl, pale with shock, nodded.

“Can you explain how they got into your bed, Susan? And how they came to be in this disgusting condition?” The nun demanded.

Susan was still stunned. How could her best friend make such an accusation about her? “It wasn’t me!” She shouted. “It was Father Foster!”

Some of the girl’s giggled, until Sister Diel stared at them. “Not this nonsense again, Susan. I’m beginning to think there is something seriously wrong with you!”

Debbie held a trembling arm towards her friend.

“It wasn’t the Father, it was her. She attacked me attacked me, all by herself. She said she loved me and then put her hand up my front bottom!”

The nun put her arm around Debbie’s shoulder to comfort her.

“Gross!” Sneered Ginne. “But it’s not true!”

Thirty pairs of accusing eyes surrounded Susan. They had already made up their minds about her.

“What’s the use!”

She turned and pushed her way past Ginne and grabbed her clothes from her nightstand and rushed from the room.

“How do you feel, child?” Sister Diel moved a strand of lank hair from Debbie’s face and kissed her forehead.

“Fine, sister.”

Debbie pulled aside the sheets to reveal she was naked from the waist down. Lodged in her almost hairless cunt was a huge dildo.

“It feels good there.”

The nun pulled the twelve-inch phallus from the young girl’s slit. It was slick with juice.

“Mmm!” The nun licked the head dry before passing it around the other eager teenage girls. “You’re a very juicy girl.”

“What’s it like to be part of our new gang?” Ginne welcomed Debbie as she placed herself between the young girl’s legs and began to eat her out.

Debbie giggled as the bully’s tongue began to tickle her clit. Mary Billington stifled a yawn, as she looked around a dreary little room in a dreary part of town. In a dusty corner of the room Cannon Harper enthused about the building.

“Don’t you think this will make a wonderful youth club for the underprivileged?”

The old priest seemed to think this nasty, cheap place would suddenly improve the dreadful reputation this area of town had for crime and violence. But still, Mrs. Billington thought distractedly, it was a priest’s job to be optimistic. Personally, she couldn’t give a fuck. Let the wretches who had to live in this part of town do what they want, Mary had a rich husband and even richer parents. As long as the poor kept to their part of town they were no concern of hers.

“Of course, this purchase is almost down to your good self.” The Cannon beamed.

This was the only reason Mary had agreed to come down to this horrible place. To hear the priest admit how much he needed her. To her people’s opinion was more important than anything else. She had a high standing in her community and would do anything to enhance her position. Billington smiled.

“I just did what every right minded person would do.” She lied. “But you have donated so much!”

The small, balding priest simpered. Mrs. Billington loved the attention. She was now in her late forties and her figure was bulging in all the wrong places. However in her youth she was considered a great beauty, always the center of attention at parties. Now she had been replaced by the younger set. Young rich bitches who thought they could claw their way up through society by showing as much cleavage and leg as possible. The only way Mary could keep her treasured position was by spending her family’s money on worthy causes. Suddenly there was a noise from the far end of the room that disturbed the woman’s thoughts. At the far end of the room stood four young black men. They slammed the door behind them and leaned insolently against the wall.

“I was just wondering,” The Cannon continued. “If you would like to donate something else?”

“Like what?” Mary was disturbed by the appearance of the young men. “Like some pussy!”

The youth closest to Mary dislodged himself from the wall land began to walk towards her with his hands still lodged inside his pockets. Shocked, Mrs. Billington realized that the boy was playing with himself inside his ripped jeans.

“Father!” Billington sought protection from the priest. Instead Cannon Harper grabbed the woman firmly, pulling her arms behind her back.

“Mrs. Billington!” The old man said forcefully.

Mary could feel his oversized belly stick into her back.

“If these young men need pussy, I don’t think we should deny them. I mean, it’s not Christian to not share something others need.”

The youth was now face to face with the woman.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t want to be uncharitable.” He smiled and unzipped his trousers.

Mary gasped at the sight of the huge black cock as the stranger began to rub it up and down the crotch of her beige pantsuit. Despite her fear she found the rhythm strangely hypnotic. The man undid the buttons on Mary’s jacket and whistled in admiration.

“You got big tits, woman.” He observed. “You shouldn’t hide them away. ”

With a vicious rip he tore Billington’s camisole top into shreds. Mary stood shivering in her firm cotton and lace bra. The young man put his head between the heaving globes and breathed deeply.

“Beautiful!” He cried. “”Come and have a look at this white bitch’s tits!”

He called to his companions. The lead man grasped Mary around the waist and led her to the only piece of furniture in the room, a filthy old pool table. He threw her viciously on her back while his three friends positioned themselves at the four sides of the table. “Now let’s have a good look at these baps of yours!” The lead youth laughed as he snapped the thick bra straps. Unbound, Mary’s large breasts sagged to either side of her body. The youths laughed. Despite her terror Mary felt embarrassed. Once her body was as firm as any Hollywood star. One of the men had already pulled off his pants and underwear and was climbing astride her.

“Don’t worry, woman.” He told her. “I’ll find a good use for these flabby titties of yours!”

He placed his cock between her cleavage and began to squeeze Mary’s breasts around them and forcing his cock between them. All Mary could see was the head of this huge prick appearing and disappearing between her breasts and threatening to hit her mouth and chin. She was held in place by the weight of the man on her chest, her hands were taken and placed on the cocks of two of the other young men and she was forced to wank them off. Cannon Harper stood at the head of the table with a pious smile on his face.

“Please, help me father!” Mary pleaded. “Don’t let these black bastards rape me!” She screamed.

“Oh dear, no. That’ll never do!”

The Cannon lifted his cassock to reveal that he was naked beneath. His penis was even bigger than the young men’s, and it was even blacker!

“We can’t have the white bitch screaming when we’re fucking her!” The priest said as he rammed his cock into her protesting mouth.

Mary Billington almost gagged as the elderly Cannon forced his huge black cock down her throat. The young black men holding her down to the table laughed at the sight of her bulging eyes and cheeks.

“Relax, Mary.” The elderly priest implored. “All these years you’ve been doing good work for the poor. Now let the poor do some good for you.”

The middle-aged woman could feel strong hands pulling at the waistband of her trousers. Within moments her shoes and trousers were stripped off, leaving her in her control panties and pop socks.

“Look at the belly on this one!” She heard someone cry. “It’s going to be like sticking a pig!”

There were hands across the lacy waist and leg bands of the panties, and then a single finger traced the line of her vagina beneath the cotton gusset. Mary tensed as a tiny drop of moisture seeped from her cunt.

“This little piggy’s getting wet!” The unseen voice howled. “The bitch is hot for a bit of ebony magic!”

“Let’s face it, my daughter, you’ve always thought of these people as work shy black bastards so let’s just think of this as a little job creation scheme.” Cannon Harper continued. “Their job is to fill this self racist cunt of yours.”

“Are we gonna fuck a racist piggy, father?” Asked another dark voice with a common accent.

“You are, my son, in my God’s name going to fuck this racist piggy!” Cannon Harper pronounced. “But first, let us show the whore just what she has been missing all these years.”

He withdrew his cock from Mary’s mouth and began furiously wanking over her face. “All the years you’ve been raising a family and losing your looks you could have had everything you ever wanted!”

He spurted violently over the woman’s wrinkled neck and tits and then began to rub the creamy cum into her skin.

“Help me, Jacob.” He asked the Negro who was tit fucking Mary.

The youngster needed no further bidding and pummeled the priests cum into Mary’s tits.

“I’ll get you for this, father!” Mary screamed. “My father is on the Church council! I’ll have you ruined for this!”

“Hush, child!” Harper took a trailing strand of cum from his cock and painted it over Mary’s mouth like lipstick. “Why should you want to do such a thing when I’ve helped you so much?”

Billington was astounded. “Helped me? You bastard, you and these niggers raped me!”

The priest helped her head up to get a better look at Jacob fucking her tits.

“Oh my God!” She sighed.

The young black no longer had to force Billington’s breasts together. Suddenly they were firm and smooth skinned again, like nineteen-year-old model’s breasts.

“What’s happening?” Mary asked. “Am I dreaming?”

“No child,” The priest was still siphoning cum over the woman’s neck. “All you ever needed to regain the youth you’ve squandered on your family was some good cum. I bet your husband has never volunteered to do that for you, has he?”

“No.” Mrs. Billington muttered.

In fact she had never really cared much for sex wither her husband Harold, and had banned him from sex after the birth of their young son.

“No!” She said again, “It’s just a dream, an illusion!”

Cannon Harper smiled and nodded towards Jacob, who was about to cum.

“You see that fat belly of yours!” He told her while shaking his prick like a bottle of champagne. “Just watch!”

With that he showered Mary’s belly with cum and lay flat on it to rub it into the skin. As he did so Mary was faced with the young man’s black arse in her face. Then Jacob stood up, dangling his dripping cock over the woman’s mouth. However she did not seem to notice. She was far to busy watching the stretch marks slowly disappear from her now flat and muscular stomach.

“That’s it?” She asked incredulously. “I just had to get someone to cum on me and I’m young again?”

The priest nodded. “Unfortunately the effect is only temporary, you will have to be bathed from head to toe in cum every forty eight hours or you will begin to age back.”

Mary considered this. “I have to get my husband to cum over me every two days to stay young?”

The idea was not totally unappealing, except for the idea of her fat husband trying to find enough semen in his tiny dick to cover her.

“Not your husband!” The Cannon insisted. “But any other man.”

Mary Billington looked around to see she still held two black cocks in her hand. She smiled at the Cannon, whose prick was again getting hard. That was an even better idea.

“So what are we waiting for!” Mary began furiously wanking the two young blacks. “Fuck me, you black bastards!”

“Alright!” Screamed the youths. “Let’s spray the bitch!”

“Stick your cock in my mouth, Father!” Mary begged.

She was desperate to have her entire body covered in cum as soon as possible. Four hands pulled Mary’s tight Lycra panties off and she could feel a warm body between her legs.

“YES!” She screamed. “GIVE MORE COCK!”

“I was just thinking,” Cannon Harper was gently fondling one of Mary’s firm cum covered tits.

“What about that fat arse of yours? Doesn’t that need tightening up?” Mary smiled evilly.

“Fuck it, Father!”

The thought of the old priest fucking this now rampant woman’s backside was too much for the young men. They ejaculated the same time over Mary’s now lithe body, covering it in a thin layer of cum. Mary Billington arrived home just before evening. She had spent six hours being sucked and fucked by the old Cannon and his youth group and was now totally rejuvenated. However she had needed to spend the last hour shopping for new clothes. Her old clothes she now thought of as old as frumpy, and had been left covered in cum on the youth club floor.

She pulled her Jaguar XJS into the driveway just in time to see Paul, the neighbors boy, return from school. Paul had been a good friend of her daughter Susan for many years, and the woman wondered if they had slept together yet. The boy was very studious looking, but did have a firm bottom showing through his tight jeans. Mary decided that it was time for the boy to see the pleasures an older woman held for him, rather than her simpering daughter. She had wasted her youth on her children; she was not going to have any youth giving cum wasted on her daughter.

“Paul!” She called from the car door. “Could you be a love and help me with my shopping. I seem to have gone a bit mad.”

This was true; the small back seat of the car was filled with bags from the most exclusive shops in the city. The young boy left his books on the step and leapt over the small fence between his house and theirs. Mary sat inside the car, legs astride. She was wearing a new red designer suit with matching mini skirt. Instinctively the woman knew that from his height Paul would no trouble seeing her stocking tops.

“Can I do something for you, Mrs. Billington?”

The tall lad asked. Mary laughed. “Of course you can. But first bring those bags in for me.”

Keeping eye contact with Paul at all times she swung out of the car, the back of her skirt riding just below the cheeks of her arse. She walked seductively to the door, leaving Paul to stare behind her. The boy could not work out why he suddenly felt so awkward with his friend’s mother. For some reason Mrs. Billington seemed different. Certainly her clothes were far different than usual. Paul took the bags from the back seat and couldn’t help but notice that each bag was full to the top with flimsy underwear. Inside the house Mrs. Billington was preparing herself a drink.

“Where would you like these?” Paul asked.

“Just anywhere.”

The woman threw her hand dismissively and waved a glass of gin in the boy’s hand.

“Here, have a drink.”

Paul coughed. “I don’t drink Mrs. Billington. I’m only sixteen.”

Mary stared at him coldly. She could see the lump in his crotch.

“I’m sorry, Paul. I thought you were a real man. I’ll get you a soft drink.”

She walked quickly into the kitchen and smiled. Before she had left Cannon Harper the old priest had imparted one last gift, the gift of having any man, or woman that she wanted. Billington lifted her short skirt and pulled her tiny satin panties to one side. Taking a glass from a table she placed it between her legs and pissed into it. Mary smiled as the amber liquid fizzed and bubbled in front of her. She licked her bright red lips as she walked back into the Living Room.

“I think I should be going now.” Paul was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

“Nonsense!” Mary told him. “I’ve made you this drink now.”

Nervously Paul took the glass from the woman’s hand and took a tiny sip. The drink had an almost bitter taste, but was not unpalatable.

“That’s better.” Mary told him. “Now sit down.” She almost pushed him onto the couch. “Are you still a virgin?”

“I beg your pardon, Mrs. Billington?”

Mary undid the buttons on her jacket and her huge tits fell free. She pulled up her skirt and sat astride the young boy.

“I think you heard me.”

She ran her mouth close to his ear. Her hand ran down Paul’s chest and past the front of his trousers.

“Hmm,” Mary purred. “I hope you know how to use this!”

Paul stared in awe at his girlfriend’s mother’s tits. He had never seen real breasts before, only in magazines. The boy had certainly never seen Susan’s breasts, or even felt them. Mrs. Billington took Paul’s limp hands and placed them on her firm warm tits.

“How do they feel?” She nibbled at his ear.

“Wonderful.” He managed to croak as Mrs. Billington unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock.

“Fuck me, Paul.” Mary urged as she lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to one side.

“I think you’ll find this a lot better than wanking over the thought of Susan in her bra and pants!”

Paul could only groan as the middle-aged woman sank onto his cock. He could feel her hot cunt separate to greet his teenage prick. Thoughts of his girlfriend were far from his mind. Mrs. Billington began to grind herself on the boy’s groin.

“If you fuck me well enough, I might let you fuck both me and Susan next time. Would you like that, Paul? Having mummy and daughter sucking on your cock at the same time?”

The boy couldn’t think of anything. His mind was totally obsessed with satisfying this horny woman. Susan Billington had been walking around town all day with nowhere to go. Now, as darkness approached she crept back towards her home. Slowly she walked up the long drive, making sure that her father’s car was nowhere in sight. Only her mother’s car was parked in the drive and the garage was empty. Sighing beneath her breath Susan unlocked the front door. With luck she could get something to eat and go straight to bed before her father arrived home. Just to be certain she would lock her bedroom door and barricade herself in. In the morning she would go out early and see Paul, he would know what to do. Susan looked up to him because he was intelligent and clear-sighted. Paul would be able to help her out of this strange situation.

As the girl crept through the hall she could hear a strange sound from the living room. It was like the sound of a small animal in pain. Susan opened the door gingerly to see her mother bent backwards over the couch with her beloved Paul standing astride her. Both were naked. As the girl stood shocked in the doorway the boy ejaculated over her mother’s face.

“Suck that, bitch!” Paul sneered as he dripped his cock over the woman’s face.

“Paul!” Susan screamed. “What are you doing!”

She ran screaming into the room and attacked the boy with a chair cushion. As the girl began her attack Paul shot a stream of hot cum across both Susan and her mother. The girl paused, horrified, for a moment and then began to claw at him with her long nails.

“What are you doing to my mother!” Susan screamed. “I trusted you!”

On the couch, Mary rubbed Paul’s cum into her hard nipples. The boy backed away, startled. He looked at Mrs. Billington for guidance. She looked at him and smiled, then pushed him away with her foot.

“Oh, God!” Mary screamed. “He just attacked me!” Paul staggered back. “I just invited him in her and he tore off my clothes and began to suck on mummy’s breasts! Then he took off my panties and started to.”

Susan interrupted her by raining blows on Paul’s chest.

“Get out, you bastard!” She spat at him, forcing him out of the house. “I loved you, and all the while you were planning to rape my mother!”

Behind her back Mary Billington made flicking gestures at her daughter’s backside while fingering her cunt. Paul got the message; his erect prick made that obvious. Very soon Mrs. Billington would make good on her promise to let him fuck both Billington women. He turned and ran through the French windows.

“Oh, Susan,” The woman sobbed. “It was horrible! What makes a man do such things!”

The girl tried to comfort her mother. However she could find no words to make the situation make sense. Instead she just hugged her mother. Mary Billington smiled as her face was drawn close to her daughter’s huge warm breasts. This was another part of her deal with the Cannon. A part that she now looked forward to. Her hungry tongue snaked out. Upstairs in the Billington house, Sister Diel stood by the window in the main bedroom watching Paul make his naked getaway.

“Things are going exactly according to plan!” She moaning, her hips buckling and writhing.

“Are you clear on what you have to do?” She raised her habit over her hips to reveal young Jason Billington on his knees and lapping at the nun’s pussy. He was dressed in a black bra and was masturbating into a pair of his mother’s silk French Knickers. The boy nodded without his tongue ever leaving the nun’s snatch.

“If you do not perform, you will be severely punished!”

“Good!” There was the sound of fierce slapping from the bed.

There Harold Billington had Debbie Harris tied to the bed and was viciously striking her face and tits as he fucked her bald cunt.

“There hasn’t been enough discipline in this family for years.”

He twisted Debbie’s nipples violently.

“Let’s fuck that bitch daughter of mine now!”

The nun smiled and pulled Harold off the young girl.

“Yes, I think it’s about time for young Susan to learn just what a close family she has.”

The Billington men grinned and began to pump up their cocks.

“First the boy, she still trusts him.” She instructed.

Jason ran from the room as the sister began to undo the young girl’s bonds. With inhuman strength the nun threw Harold face down on the bed and tied his legs and hands together. Then she walked to a draw and produced a twelve-inch strap on dildo that she wrapped around Debbie.

“And you, girl, must learn that it is much better to give than receive!” The nun whispered as she pulled the straps between Debbie’s bum cheeks.

The schoolgirl squealed as she leapt on the bed between Harold’s flabby cheeks. Sister Diel climbed on Debbie’s back, her long fingernails playing lightly with the schoolgirl’s nipples.

“The chosen one will soon have no place to turn. The convent school is closed to her now, as will soon the family home. The only place for her will be the streets, where our agents will add to her humiliation and degradation. Then the girl will discover that she is pregnant. As she is still not certain if she was first raped by the priest or by our Lord in his animal guise, she will blame her father for the child. Alone and abused, she will gladly embrace our master and become his bride!”

The nun locked her legs around the naked schoolgirls and rammed her hot cunt into Debbie’s arse. Harold screamed as the ugly dildo pierced his anus.

THE END