Vicar of Christ Joan 1 – Vicar of Christ Joan 1

In the year of our lord, 823 AD a girl, Joanna Wellen was born in a modest Village non Interahamwe from Salisbury Apparently in southern England. He beget died owed to complications of the give birth. As she grew, she would much chew the fat Stonehenge, with her Padre WHO toughened her with enceinte lovemaking and tenderness. Stonehenge was a religious center, and an physical science observatory; which position non Interahamwe from their hamlet. It was used as a position of worship, specially by the surfs and peasants World Health Organization were not allowed to go to Christian church.

In those days in England and European Community for that matter, females were reasoned worthless, and only if well for birthing babies, cooking, scrub and cleaning for a valet de chambre. They were non allowed to go to school, as fellowship persuasion them incompetent of erudition.

Joanna grew up as a scullery housemaid and worked on her Father’s grow for age. From the clock time she well-read to speak, Joan e’er treasured to hear nearly everything, so when she was fifteen and began to sportsmanlike theater for the small town schoolteacher, they became friends and when she was not working, she begged him to learn her to read.

As her Church Father loved her very much, he had no complaints regarding her studies, and invited the schoolteacher for supper, Little Joe evenings a hebdomad in defrayment for didactics her.

After several years, the schoolteacher, peerless Edmund Beddus was married to a within reason swell to do slightly old widow, Gwendolyn Vaughan, who’s recently conserve was killed in a horseback ridding accident. It was not fountainhead known at the time; however he was sot. As Edmund didn’t take in a lot money, he jumped at the adventure to get married Gwendolyn, more often than not for her stature and wealth.

Subsequently a while, Gwendolyn became angry owed to the attending Edmund nonrecreational to Joan and threatened him with a disjoint. Edmond ended his three-twelvemonth human relationship with the girl, and she had to render totally of the books she had borrowed.

The Thomas Young small town priest Father of the Church Saul of Tarsus had e’er seen Joan walking with a record book in her manpower and was interpreted with her knockout. One day he sawing machine her passing game the church, notwithstanding she had no Bible. He called to her and said,

“Are you no longer reading Joan?”

“I no longer have books available to me Father.” She said.

“Well Joan, if ever you wish books to read again, feel free to come by the rectory after supper and I will let you read some that belong to the church.”

This was a very special proffer as there were no libraries and wholly books were written by hand. It would be sextet centred age before; Johannes Gutenberg would devise transferrable eccentric and black and white his first Book.

The followers evening, afterwards devising supper for her Father, Joan walked to the church service and knocked on the rectory threshold. Bring forth Alice Paul answered and invited her in. As the parish was pour, they alone had Little Joe books. Unrivalled was a bible, the endorse was a playscript called, “Entrance to Heaven”, which was a lead for priests.

The third base and off were scripted in Latin, a voice communication in which Joan had no cognition. Founder Saul told her to be sitting by the fire, picked up the ledger in Latin and began to interpret.

“When a priest has a craving for a physical union, it is the duty of all females to give themselves to him willingly. This is the law of God. Sexual union is God’s reward to everyone who follows his decrees. The female shall spread her legs wide and allow the priest to enter her with his phallic member.

“Sire what is a phallic extremity?”

“Entirely males possess a phallic member Joan. It is the perfume of a gentleman.”

“I deliver no cognition of so much core. What wish it do?”

“It is the tool that testament leave a female to take in Deity.”

“Do you throw your phallic penis with you Male parent Saint Paul?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Crataegus laevigata I picture it Father?”

“Of course of action my kid.”

Father Paul lifted his short tunic and revealed his penis and testicles. Joan was very interested and asked how she would be able to see God, with his instrument. The Father invited her to repose on his bed of straw, and he would display the power of his essence.

When she complied, Father Paul knelt down and lifted her tattered dress, revealing her slitten, the entrance to her holy passageway. As he spread her legs, Joan wondered what he was doing and why. In her sixteen years she had never heard of this type of ritual, and wondered who had written the book.

Kneeling between Joan’s legs, Paul stripped off his tunic and was naked before her; his member became erect and was pointing toward the ceiling. As he bent forward, and guided his penis toward the opening to her vagina, she wondered if she would really see God. A priest would never lie to her, she thought.

As Father Paul rubbed the large head of his phallus up and down her damp slitten, she became more interested in his movements. They felt strangely pleasing, and her slitten began to tickle and was becoming very warm, and wet. She had felt nothing like this in her short life.

It was wonderful and caused her to breath harder. Slowly Paul began to move his penis into her vagina and she screamed in pain. It felt as though he was entering her with a double-egged sword. She knew right then she was about to see God, as his phallus would surly end her life. She had never experienced a pain such as this. Father Paul was deep into her vagina, and moving fast as she lay under him, her tears flowed down her cheeks as she waited for impending death.

However as he continued to move, her pain was subsiding and pleasure was replacing it. She believed that Father moving his phallus in and out of her; was devoid of wisdom and good sense.

Other than a nice feeling from between her legs, the whole process seemed fruitless, and a bit pointless. He continued for some time and pointless as the process appeared to be, she was developing a wonderful feeling in her belly. Father Paul was creating a desire, which previously Joan had no knowledge of. Her belly was tingling as the Father continued his thrusts, his phallus sliding in and out of her passageway. She found herself lifting her legs, then wrapping them around Father Paul’s legs, pulling him tight into her channel.

As he continued, Joan’s feelings for the young Father were growing at an alarming rate and her need for something, she knew not what, increasing. Her emotions were on a never ending latter, climbing to the sky.

Without any warning Joan, felt herself begin to discharge juices with a force. She felt fulfillment and gratification of an unknown desire and appetite, which lifted her to extreme pleasure and contentment.

Father Paul had not yet discharged his essence and doubled his efforts. As Joan felt his increasing movements in to her, desire began to grow again almost exponentially and she held him tight to her. Father Paul called out to heaven,

“Oh Overlord my God, I am your base retainer and I do your dictation.”

Joan felt a new gush of liquid, however it wasn’t coming from her, it was coming from Father Paul. The feeling was beautiful in design and execution, and although she did not see God, she believed she was closer to him. The whole occurrence was a delicacy as to arouse intense delight, and satisfaction. Joan cared little to see God, as she was taking great pleasure and delight in his glory.

Suddenly a reoccurrence of her discharge began, and she was lifted beyond the bounds of Earth. Her blood ran hot as her juices flowed once again.

“Your Phallus is as you aforesaid Father, genuinely the nub of piece … and Idol.”

“Commend Joan, although my member … my penis, from the Latin, if you will, is a howling musical instrument. It would be useless without your improbable passing of want. My penis requires your vagina to accomplish its elementary and consecrated run. Without woman, humankind has lilliputian aim in liveliness. It is God’s will.”

Joan knew that her existence had taken a new direction. She was truly a daughter of God, and would do everything necessary to fulfill the Heavenly Father’s design. As Father Paul lay in coitus relaxen, a Latin term for rest after sexual intercourse, Joan lifted his depleted penis and examined it carefully. She found a hidden beauty within its current state, although it was much more useful when it was swollen to a larger size.

She felt closer to Father Paul than she had to any individual, except maybe her own Father. The closeness was of course the feeling most women would feel to a man; who brought her such euphoria and intense pleasure. Joan felt compelled to pay homage to his member and leaned down to kiss it.

It had a strange yet inexplicable odor. Not a bad odor, but one, which could not be described. She had detected a similar odor before when the farm animals were ready for breading. Joan kissed Father Paul’s member on the tip once again, and suddenly it began to throb and swell. As she unexpectedly enjoyed the taste, she slid the head of his penis into her mouth, and for some unknown natural desire, began to suck on it.

Father Paul squirmed in delight feeling something wonderful which he only had knowledge of, during confessions of travelers to the Far East. It was told to him that Egyptian girls reveled in sucking a man’s penis, and excelled in elevating a man to an ultimate level of fulfillment and gratification.

Strangely he had never heard of an English female performing such a wonderful service. This was something that God and the Church made no mention of, possibly because it had nothing to do with reproduction.

Joan now had a challenge and believed she would be able to master it. As she sucked the Priest’s penis he moaned, apparently enjoying her oral stimulation causing him arousal, and intense pleasure beyond that of which she provided with her vagina. The priest took hold of Joan’s head and moved his hips upward in a masterful manner, emulating copulation.

Joan was now eager to give the young priest something he would continue to desire, throughout their newly found friendship. As she sucked him, her hand took hold of his testicles and fondled them as one might do with a favorite pet. The priest in return moaned and mewed letting her know how much the manipulations of her mouth on his penis were appreciated.

With little warning the priest began to spray his bodily secretions into her mouth with a degree of fluidity that surpassed his previous performance. Joan sat up wondering what was to be done with Father Paul’s essence. Would it be a sin to expel it from her mouth? As it was a gift from God, she wondered what she should do. Father Paul saw the questioning expression on Joan’s face and said,

“Drink it Joan. Divinity would need cypher less. Marrow is to a fault crucial to be spattered on the shit shock.”

Although the creamy liquid felt wonderful in her mouth, she followed directions and allowed the liquid to slowly slide down her throat. Although a bit salty, the essence was also sweet. A fascinating combination she thought.

“Do you deprivation me to keep on indication Joan?”

“No. Non this night as I consider Morpheus, the ancient Romanist Supreme Being of slumber and dreams is calling to me. Whitethorn I issue subsequently supper on the morrow Father Paul the Apostle?”

“Of path my youngster. You Crataegus oxycantha chatter me whatsoever clock you desire, and I wish Edward Teach you everything I hold noesis of.”

To be continued …

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