Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2014 09:09:55 -0700 From: Aislinge Murphy Subject: Growing Up Catholic Chapter 8 Chapter 8 It wasn't long before there was another rap on the large ornate doors. Sister Anthony motioned to Brian. He was to reply. "Enter," he said in his deepest boy voice, forcing a smile from Sister Anthony. Father Arder came through the door with Timmy and one of the boys from the orphanage that looked to be only 7 or 8 years old. The boys were holding hands as Father ushered them into the suite. Both had fresh crisp panties on, their little clits pressed tight against the fabric. Brian looked towards Sister Anthony, who made a shooing motion with her hand. "You may close the door as you leave Father," Brian said, imitating Sister Anthony as best he could with the words she used when he first arrived with Father Arder. Sister motioned the two sissy altar boys over to her. "What is you name darling?" she said cupping timmy's chin in her hand. "Timmy, sister," he replied. "And yours little darling?" she asked of the other boy. "Bobby," he said, his voice had the lilt of a little girls, much more than Timmy's. "Well my darlings we need to fix your make-up, come stand in front of me," she said, sitting in her hard back chair. Timmy was the first to approach her. "Let me see, freshen up your lipstick, a little more eye shadow and mascara," she said to herself reaching for the travel case on the bed. Once done she told Timmy to stand in the corner his face towards the wall. Bobby was next. He stood in front of her and pushed his face forward, as a child would. "Oh my, you are a darling," she said applying pink lip gloss to his pursed lips. Then after applying some mascara to his long eyelashes, and a touch of rouge, she patted his ass and ordered Bobby to stand next to Timmy. The Bishop was still kneeling and praying, his rosary in his hands, the beads slipping through his fingers at the end of each prayer, starting another. Sister motioned Brian between her legs. "Bobby is for your pleasure all night darling, if you want. Timmy is for the Bishop, but you can change that anytime." Kissing his lips, she continued, "We are going over to the Bishop, I want you to order him to drop to the floor an all fours and place his head down, then I want you to lube his ass up for your fist, and you will fuck him with your fist." She leaned over to her travel case and handed Brian a large jar of Vaseline. "At some point I will release the cord around his sack, when I do push your arm as deep and hard in him as you can." Rising she took Brian's hand and they approached the kneeling, praying Bishop. Brian stood in front of the Bishop and ordered him on all fours on the floor. As the Bishop quickly complied, Brian began smoothing the cream around his hand and arm. "Come over here "girls" and remove your panties," Sister ordered, and both complied. Ah, just as she hoped, both boy pussies were full of cream, their rosebuds swollen from the many priestly cocks that had bred them. She ordered Timmy first to lay on his back in front of the Bishop, and pull his legs up to his chest, his boy pussy in front of the Bishops face, cream oozing from his boy cunt. Sister nodded at Brian to begin, and directed Bobby to nurse on Brian's cock. She reached under the Bishops body and took a hold of the now blue sack holding his holy balls. "Put your mouth on the boy pussy and clean it out, NOW," she ordered. Brian made his first four finger plunge into the Bishops ass. The Bishop held Timmy's ass in the air with his hands and began sucking cum deposited by his priests out of Timmy's boy cunt. Then he would lick all that got past his hungry mouth from Timmy's smooth pale skin. Brian now was in the Bishops ass up to his wrist, pushing more of his arm in, pulling it out to his fingers and punching in again. Bobby was moaning on the floor nursing on Brian's cock, Sister Anthony was crushing the bruised balls with one hand while twisting his tiny fat cock with the other. The Bishop sucked and ate till Timmy was clean and his boy pussy was slathered with the Bishop's saliva. Sister Anthony noticed, and ordered Bobby and Timmy to switch positions. Bobby scooted into position pulling his tiny legs all the way to the side of his head. Timmy came to Brian and whispered in his ear, "I love you Brian," looking for acknowledgment from his boyfriend. "Get on the floor slut, whore, and suck my cock," was Brian's reply. The Bishop once again grasped the fresh boy cheeks in front of his face and pushed his face in, as a man possessed. Brian was pounding a steady rhythm into the Bishop's ass the Bishop was close to cumming. Sister Anthony began loosening the leather lace Brian had wrapped around the Bishop's sack, hours ago. Brian's eyes were on his mentor, Sister nodded her head, and he pushed his arm deep into the Bishop's ass. The lace was free of the Bishop's sack and Sister released her tight grasp. The Bishop screamed into Bobby's ass, as the blood rushed into his sack, the pain was unbearable but wanted. Cum shot from his flaccid cock unto the wooden floor. Brian, punched and punched deeper into the Bishops ass. Timmy started to feel Brian's cock throb in orgasm, Bobby felt as if his boy pussy was going to be turned inside out with each scream and following sucking mouth of the Bishop. When all had calmed down, Brian removed the length of his arm from the Bishop's ass, and pushed Timmy's mouth from his cock. Bobby relaxed his legs to the floor and began stroking his little 2" clitty. The Bishop began to rise, but was stopped by Sister Anthony. "Clean your mess off the floor," Sister Anthony ordered her Bishop. He complied running his tongue on the floor. Timmy raised up to kiss Brian. Brian pushed him away, telling his ex-girlfriend to kiss his new girlfriends clitty. Sister Anthony left the room, returning moments later to see the Bishop licking Brian's hand and arm, the two other altar boys in a 69 on the floor where Bobby was getting his boy cunt cleaned out by the Bishop. She hoped that Brian had ordered the Bishop to perform the task of cleaning his arm after he finished cleaning the floor. The Bishop rose and lay next to the two boys in a 69 and began kissing their exposed flesh. Sister Anthony took Brian's hand and led him out of the room to the adjoining bathroom. Taking him into her arms, she kissed his forehead and told him how proud she was of him. Turning she shut off the running water and tested the water in the tub. Pulling a white full apron over her head to protect her habit, she knelt in front of Brian, kissed the gold cross on the front of his black jock strap and pulled it off his body. "I am going to bathe you Master Brian, and then oil your beautiful body. You can choose then to either join the Bishop and the two girls or you can go to my room and sleep. You've had a long day child." Brian stepped in the tub and sat as the nun soaped her hands and began washing his exposed body. Once done with his upper torso, she put shampoo in her palm and began washing his hair. When done she pulled the nozzle from the shower, checking the temperature of the stream and rinsed the soap from his hair. Then directing him to stand she took her soapy hands, and with loving care, washed his cock, ass and legs. Then holding his hand as he stepped out of the tub she took a large white towel and dabbed him dry. Then, leading him to her adjoining room she directed him to lay on a mat that was at the foot of her bed. Taking warm oil she began caressing and rubbing his body. His back, legs and ass first, paying special attention to his lovely boy ass cheeks. Spreading his cheeks, she kissed his glistening rosebud and directed him to turn over. Such a beautiful young boy she thought as she looked at Brian's nude body stretched before her. His eyes were closed, his pale white skin so smooth, his little cock sticking straight up from the little sack that was still pressed against his body. Soaking her hands with warm oil she began at his face and worked her way down the young boys body to his feet. Again she payed special attention to his cock and balls, when done she kissed the crown of his tiny cock. "Well, Master Brian, do you want to sleep or join the Bishop and the two girls," she asked rubbing his chest, her fingers circling his tiny nipples. "Sister, would it be OK if I want to go to sleep?" Brian asked, opening his eyes to look at his mentor. She smiled and took his hand and helped him off the mat. Turning down the cover on her bed she told him to lie down. Pulling the covers up to his chin, she leaned over and kissed his forehead, then using her thumb, she made the sign of the cross on his forehead, and left the room. Going back to the Bishop's room, she took in the sight on the bed. The Bishop had his cock buried in Timmy's ass, and Bobby's clitty in his mouth. She pulled her hard back chair to a corner and sat in observance. When the Bishop and his girls were exhausted and laying wrapped in each others arms she left the room and returned to hers. She looked at the young angel in her bed, he would be a joy to mentor for the next four years. Sighing, she pulled her wimple off, then her habit, pulled on a nightshirt that touched the floor, put a blanket on the mat at the foot of the bed and laid down. Her hand went to her hairy cunt, and began masturbating, re-living in her mind the events of this wonderful night. Thanks for reading, and please let me know your thoughts, and especially if you'd like to hear more. 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