Chapter V
The widow Gallagher was delighted to see Father Flogg at her door. It
had been many weeks since he had honored her with his presence. She gave thanks
that she had recently showered, knowing the priest's distaste for body odors and
the like. Not only had she showered, but the sheets on the wide bed that she
slept in were fresh from the line. God was certainly smiling on her this day.
The widow Gallagher wiggled out of her housedress, revealing a plump
rounded body barely contained by the white corset that revealed the tops of her
large breasts and hugged her flabby hips. The woman's clean shaven cunt with its
fleshy lips and prominent hooded clit was already oozing droplets of sex juice
whose aroma was easily detectable by the old priest who was busily shucking his
frock to reveal a small, but fat sex organ that was still asleep. The widow
licked her lips in anticipation of the efforts that she would expend to make
that flower of Father Flogg's bloom.
As the woman suctioned his cock into life, the priest broke the news to
her about her daughter. " I fear that Mary Katherine's lack of discipline and
failure to rehabilitate is not merely the product of a fractious personality
coupled with the rashness of youth. As you know from the appearance of that
broad bottom of hers, we have spared no efforts to reform her wild ways." The
widow Gallagher continued to make the priest's cock appear and disappear from
her mouth as he continued.
" I received a call from Father Morecock telling me that your
daughter's behavior has become so outrageous that he is convinced she is
possessed by the devil." The widow stopped her activities when she heard those
words. Father Flogg slapped her big bottom, leaving the imprint of his open hand
on the pale flesh. She resumed sucking his lengthening cock. " I have given him
permission to begin exorcising the devil from Mary Katherine. I am going to pray
daily that her master, the Dark One, will take leave of her body and mind before
this unfortunate girl yields her life to him. It will be a long struggle and you
will need your faith to be strong and allow what has to be done to be done. As
your spiritual counselor I will be available more frequently to assist you in
retaining your Catholic faith and trust in the priests and nuns who are the
servants of the Holy Mother Church. "
The widow began to deep throat the hard cock of her father confessor,
thrilling in the realization that this rod of God's will was going to be at her
disposal more often in the future. " I am your servant, do what you must. To
prove my faith I offer my asshole to your divine rod of justice," she said,
staring in almost a trance at his twitching ramrod that would soon be boring
deep into her bowels.
The widow's asshole, having been pounded vigorously until the priest had
found release, gaped like an unblinking eye. Father Flogg was dressing quickly,
mumbling something about having church business to accomplish. Turning to Mrs.
Gallagher he spoke. " First, I want you to present yourself to Sister Slaughter
in order that you be put to the trial to assure us that you are not suffering
from the same affliction as your demented daughter. I am very confident that you
will pass the tests that make up the trial. Second, you will receive daily
consoling from either my agents or myself. You will submit to their will as if
it were mine. Do not be surprised if some of them are women of the habit rather
than men of the cloth." With that he put on his coat and took his leave.
The widow wondered what the "trial" would entail and who her new bed
partners would be; younger men would be nice, she thought, young men with hard
cocks that could console her hungry cunt with vigor. As for the sisters, that
represented a new level in her devotion and obedience to the Church. God would
provide a way for her to receive the reward of pleasure even from those like
herself, He always did.
