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Mary couldn’t sleep. She was in deep distress not knowing what to do. She lay on her bed hearing the light snores of her husband whom she loved deeply but now was part of her big trouble.
Her daughter Lucy had come to her just before bedtime crying.
“Oh mother, my fiancé says that he can’t marry me without knowing what I look like. He says he can’t buy a pig in a poke. He wants to see me without all these baggy clothes.”
Mary had promised her to find a solution. She had thought about to talk to her husband but had abandoned the idea.
Her beloved husband was a clergyman of the old, hardnosed school. He was truly religious and the bible was his law. He also loved their daughter beyond everything perhaps even more than he loved his God. But he was extremely protective about her in the old religious way. She had to wear long baggy dresses buttoned tightly at the neck and she was never allowed to be alone with a young man or any man for that matter.
Lately when she somehow had found this nice young man, a young priest too, and were supposed to get married he had allowed them to be together alone in a room in their house but the door had to be open and either he or Mary should be sitting just outside. Mary thought that at least some grouping had taken place which was far more than before Mary got married. Her husband being extremely strict at that time had not asked for or demanded any physical contact whatsoever. She smiled inwardly at his astonishment and joy when he at the wedding night and the nights to follow slowly had discovered her charms which were considerable.
His hardnosed opinions had not included in full what can go on in the marital bed, thank heaven Mary thought with another inward smile. Well, he had brought with him several severe opinions and restrictions but the hardnosed opinions were accompanied by a likewise hardnosed love wand with demands of its own.
Mary again smiled at how she had had to work very hard to overcome his opinions and what a long time it had taken. But it was worth it. Yes, it really was, she thought.
Mary was deeply religious too. She was the daughter of a bishop and had been given a thorough upbringing in the religious home. But her mother was a very wise woman. She and her bishop had an excellent married life and she truly believed that a good marriage was dependent on good sex. She had taught Mary as much as possible before the wedding, of course without including a man. She strongly believed that a woman should be a true virgin at the wedding night but that the bride should know as much as possible especially if the man was supposed to be ignorant.
Which really was the case with Mary’s husband. So some weeks before Mary’s wedding night her mother secretly let her into the parent’s bedchamber and hid her behind the curtains. Mary at first got frightened over the vigorous pounding the bishop did lying on top of his wife and from what she thought were cries of pain coming from her. But as the pounding went on Mary slowly began to understand that it were cries of pleasure and joy. She also was able to see how her mother moved her body and adjusted to her husband’s movements but also steered them. When they reached a violent, mutual climax Mary was convinced and understood in full what her mother had told her about the importance of good sex.
The bishop soon fell asleep. Her mother rose from the bed and led Mary out of the room. They had a lengthy talk about what Mary had seen and her mother pointed out important things, some of which Mary already had seen but now got to understand the full meaning of.
The mother smilingly concluded the session by saying that Mary had to get a good nights rest because she should be back the following evening. Her mother’s smile deepened in anticipation of that.
Mary spent several nights watching her parents. She got very impressed of their stamina and interest in each other. It seemed like they made love every night, still after twenty years of marriage.
Her mother had planned a thorough series of lectures to take her through the topic. Mary was shown how to caress a man’s body not only with her hands but using all of her body, hair, face, both sets of lips and of course the breasts. She was shown how to give head, the many variations when receiving a man lying on her back, how to receive a man from behind both lying down, standing on all fours and bending over the bed stand and finally how to mount and ride the rigid cock both facing the man getting the boobs fondled and facing away from him getting the ass cheeks mauled. After every session she had a talk with her mother who was keen to answer all her questions and point out all the finer details.
Mary smiled at the memories where she lay in her bed unable to sleep. She was especially grateful that her mother had showed her how to ride the cock facing away from her husband. Her mother had said that it might be very useful but without elaborating the subject.
Mary escort ataşehir thought back about all the steps and all the work she had put in to get her sex life as good as her mother’s. She thought that she had reached that goal except for one thing.
Mary’s husband had come to the marital bed totally ignorant but with very strict rules. Although Mary didn’t knew them in detail her mother had taught her enough of what could be expected from a hardnosed clerical man of the old school and had been able to adjust to that giving them a lovely first night together. Her husband had the opinion that the woman should be passive and just receive what was given to her. Mary had quickly understood that and had moved with utterly care adjusting only to give pleasure. She had slowly convinced him that his rigid opinions hampered his possibilities to get enjoyment. In many small steps without saying a word she had made him find out what utterly pleasures could be given by an active woman. It had taken her a month to fully reach that goal and to be allowed to do what she felt was right for both of them and to be as noisy as she liked, which was plenty.
Then she had started to work on the next goal. Another opinion of the vicar was that the missionary was the only permitted way of making love. Mary thought that she had used every possible trick in that position and wanted to move on although she got more than satisfied every time. The vicar had developed a marvelous sex drive and took her thoroughly every night and sometimes in the mornings too. It was very much to Mary’s liking. But she wanted more.
So she tried to roll over one night when she thought he was in an especially good mode. But he rolled her over again to lie on her back and plunged into her. But something had got into him because that became the best banging for weeks. Afterwards he told her that taking her from behind was out of the question. It was an animal thing, maybe practiced by the peasants but couldn’t be done in a proper clerical home. When a man takes a woman who stands on all fours it resembles what dogs do and that would be very unworthy. If the woman stands and leans over something, the bed stands for instance, it resembles how bigger animals like horses do it. It’s not as bad but still unworthy. The worst thing of all is when the man creeps on the back of a woman who lies on her stomach. That resembles reptiles and other low standing creatures. He knew of these things he said, having heard a lot from women during confessions. He had had to talk severely to those who expressed a liking for that kind of thing. But there were other women who understood that it was wrong. He said that he gave them strength to resist their husbands when they asked for perversities of that kind.
Mary had to change tactics. She started to caress his body as her mother had showed her. He responded very well to that after the first initial chock but didn’t deny her to go on. Having reached that goal she quickly went for the next, to give him head. He immediately liked that but it took him some time to admit it and a few weeks before he actually asked her to go down on him. Now she could move all over him doing all sorts of pleasant things. She started to use her nether lips for caressing, leaving snail trails all over his body because it turned her on too. She planned the next move well. She got them both very aroused ending up sitting on his stomach feeling his hard clerical wand touch her bottom. She leaned down and kissed him, a deep French kiss which they both had learnt to enjoy. While their tongues played she carefully pushed her body downwards lifting her ass to get the angle right. She got very excited when his rigid member parted her outer lips and felt that he was placed exactly right. She stuffed her tongue deep in his mouth and pushed downwards.
Hadn’t her mouth been engaged she would have screamed on top of her lungs of joy when the clerical head popped into her and she kept pressing downwards taking him in as deep as he could come. She was surprised that he didn’t react but became very pleased when she understood that he wasn’t going to push her away. She started to move with small movements not to scare him and got the first of a series of orgasms from the new sensation. It felt quite different being on top. She got bolder and step by step raised her upper body. She got another orgasm when she reached a fully upright position. This time her body shook violently. She was now convinced that her beloved vicar had accepted the new position and set to work to give him the outmost pleasure. If he in the end wasn’t very satisfied he would probably abandon this new advance.
Mary again smiled inwardly at the memory of his explosive climax. He filled her like never before. Afterwards he didn’t say a word but hugged her and kept her on top of him for a long time. He didn’t comment it the next day either and Mary was a little worried. But she had no reason to be. The next night he wordlessly kadıköy escort bayan let her understand that he wanted her to mount his tool again. And this time she did it thoroughly giving him a ride he never forgot. They came together in a shuddering, screaming orgasm, the best ever, Mary thought.
But when she after a month or so, again tried to roll over on her stomach to get taken from behind, her husband flatly refused. She had tried now and then over the years but he always told her regretfully that they couldn’t do that. But eventually she got him not only to accept but also to enjoy that she turned around when riding his tool. He once said that no animal could find such an awkward position and that it took a human brain to invent it. Thus it was acceptable. She loved when he grabbed her hips or kneaded her ass and had fantasies about what it would feel to be rammed from behind bending over the bed stand. She hadn’t yet given up hope. They had many years left of active sex life.
Well, she sighed writhing in her bed. What should I do with the request from that horrid man? He was such a nice fellow I thought and now this.
She decided to go and pray for advice as she often did when in distress. There was a small room connected to the bedchamber where they conducted their evening prayers before rolling around in bed. Her husband often got erect already in there. Well, maybe she helped him a little by wearing only a short, low cut night gown without panties and kneeling seductively. How often hadn’t she had lewd thoughts about him mounting her right there when she was kneeling in front of the crucifix? She was sure dear Jesus would have no objections that a man pleased his wife in front of him. Maybe he even would like to watch. She didn’t believe for a second that he was a virgin, not the way he had preached of love.
She went into the small chamber and knelt. She stood on her knees praying for guidance for quite a while. Then suddenly she felt a warm breeze and her short night gown floated out filled with nice warm air.
“Oh my goodness, will that be you Holy Spirit? Have you come to give me advice? How awfully nice of you. Please tell me how to handle the requests from my daughter’s horrid fiancé.”
There was no immediate answer, at least not verbally. But the warm breeze whirled around her naked body under the gown. The breeze went between her parted thighs warming her female parts and whirled upwards around her swinging boobs. She felt assured and calm when the breeze died away.
“Thank you Holy Spirit. That felt good as always,” she said aloud.
She went to bed sure that she would get the answer during the night.
She woke up early the next morning feeling very at ease. Now she knew how to handle the situation. She went to the bathroom to freshen up while she waited for her husband to wake up. As she sometimes did she took her nightdress off and left it there. On her way back to bed she felt the warm breeze caress her body.
“Oh there you are Holy Spirit. What took you so long? Being busy I suppose. Well, thank you so very much for comforting me and letting me understand how to handle that horrid man. I will do exactly as you have suggested.” She was a believer of the highest degree and never doubted that she would get help when turning to her Lord. The Holy Spirit was the messenger and a very good one.
In response to her thanks she felt the breeze go in between her thighs. She stood still for a while with her feet spread wide to savor from the acknowledgement from the Holy Spirit. When he left her nether region nicely warmed up and circled around her breasts she resumed walking back to bed. When she reached it her nipples were firm and stood out.
She lay down but didn’t pull up the bed clothes. She felt hot from the breath of the Holy Spirit. She waited patiently for her husband to wake up. She didn’t have to wait for long. She took that as another sign from heaven.
He sat up in his bed and looked over to see if his wife was awake too. He took in the beautiful sight of his wife stretched out in all her naked glory. At the age of thirty- nine she still looked marvelous. She smiled invitingly at him as she did almost every morning.
“Oh no, my Lord give me strength to decline this temptation. There is no time this morning. I will be late to the office,” he exclaimed and then his shoulders dropped. “Above all, my first visitor will be that dreadful woman. She will no doubt ramble all the time about these animalistic things. I must put up all my strength to cope with her.” He stared in front of him unable to move.
Mary knew exactly what woman he was referring to. He had complained about her often enough and piece by piece Mary had wriggled enough information out of him to be able to identify her.
It was a good-looking, well endowed woman in her middle thirties. She came to every service in the church and asked for private counsel at least every second week. escort bostancı At ordinary service she wore a white blouse and a dark blue pleated skirt, nothing strange with that. But the skirt was rather short and the blouse either low cut or had several buttons undone. In summertime she wore white socks and in the winter nylons with garters. Never pantyhose. At Holy Communions she changed her pleated skirt to a short black narrow one. It rode up high when she sat down and even higher when she knelt and leaned forward to receive the bread and wine. Her garters then always came in full view for those standing in line.
She always was early for service to get her carefully selected place. It was on the front row where she could give the serving clergyman the best possible view of her considerable charms. Mary’s husband often complained after service and told that not only had she flashed most of her boobs to him but also given not so brief glimpses of creamy thighs and white knickers. Often in summertime instead of white knickers there was a pink smile surrounded by dark hair. Mary had soon discovered that the vicar got very horny from the show and being a caring, helpful wife she had volunteered to suck him off in the vestry during the last hymn to make him able to meet his congregation standing straight up. The risk of being caught in action turned her on immensely.
The woman wore similar clothing when she got private counsel. And Mary knew that she often talked about and wanted advice how to act when her husband wanted to fuck her in different positions. It often included taking her from behind and in the ass too which she described in great detail.
Mary had bought clothing of the same kind with even shorter and narrower skirts. The first time she had put it on he had got an instant raging erection and had taken her on the carpet in front of the fireplace with an astonishing libido. Since then she put the clothes on when she felt their sex life needed an injection. And injected she got every time, the injector overflowing her with a tremendous dose.
Mary smiled inwardly at the thoughts of the woman and what she made to her husband. Mary knew she would benefit from it during the days to come. But now she had to act quickly.
“Oh my poor darling,” she exclaimed. “Then it’s my duty as your loving wife to help you get the strength to withstand her seductive manners. There will be time because the Holy Spirit has already been on to me making me hot so you can plunge right in and I will give you the strength you need so badly.”
The priest looked at her very relieved. He rose and quickly but with dignity got rid of his night shirt. He crossed over to her bed his tool hardening while he walked. When he was standing at the side of the bed she reached out and grabbed him.
“Come to me my holy man,” she called softly. “Come to me and put that sacred wand in my divine place. You will find that your superior has made a thorough job preparing me for you.” She knew that such talk chocked him but the turn on was even greater. She wasn’t sure though if he regarded the Holy Spirit as his superior or a coworker.
Mary moved over a little and spread her legs wide in a very lewd way. Today she wanted to feel his full weight on top of her. She pulled him down over her with the firm grip of his hardnosed tool. With a roar he plunged into her.
When the priest had performed his morning service on her most willing body and mind and to her outmost satisfaction she pulled him down over her.
“My dear vicar,” she said softly in his ear. “I really think you need to get first hand knowledge of these dreadful sins that woman is talking about. How can you give counsel about things you don’t know anything about? I am willing to help and I am sure that our Lord will forgive us because we only do it to learn and for you to give good counsel.”
“Yes Mary,” the vicar said. “You are probably right. But I can’t expose you to such dreadful sins. It would be to ask you too much.”
Mary kept quiet but cheered silently. It felt like she had planted an idea in the vicar’s mind. He hadn’t flatly refused this new angle. Well, Mary thought, I have to wait and see.
Later that morning Mary talked lengthily with her daughter and when finally Mary was convinced that Lucy really loved her fiancé despite his manners she made up her mind.
“All right my dear,” she said thoughtfully. “Since you love him so deeply and really want to marry him I think it’s worth a sacrifice. It’s not at small one, on the contrary and the word must not spread. It would ruin your father’s mind it he heard even the slightest whisper about it. But this is what we will do.”
Mary told her daughter her plan and they talked it over. Lucy too thought that it was a good plan and ought to work.
Later that day they went shopping. Mary chose a store she had heard about but had never visited hoping that they wouldn’t recognize her. The mother and daughter spent quite some time in there trying on several dresses until they agreed on what to buy. Mary also bought some cloth and spent the most of the following day sewing. She wasn’t experienced at it but it had to be good and she couldn’t take the risk to get help with it.
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