The Immaculate Virgin

I have lived on the upper floor of the parochal rectory all my life. From childhood on I cleaned the whole rectory and still do today. I don't need to go to school, said the old priest, he would teach me everything. Some were spiteful and murmured that he was my father, but I had neither mother nor father, I was a gift from God, said the old priest smiling. He washed me every night in the shower, wrapped me in a bath towel and carried me to my bed. He often read me beautiful saint stories and caressed my thighs and Mumu while reading to me.

Then the pointy thing in my Mumu got hot and hard and peeked out demandingly. I nodded satisfied and said, now we could do it already and spread my legs willingly. He rubbed the pointy thing very finely until it twitched heavily and I gasped and wriggled quite violently. He continued for so long and I had to wriggle gasping until the tip became soft and disappeared again in my mumu. I had to learn it too and at 6 I could do it all by myself. If he had gone and had extinguished the light, I made it still quite long, because it went better from day to day and because I fantasized so beautifully about the saints and their bizarre stories.

When someone spent the night in the guest room, he would say after the reading that I had to do it alone today because he had to calm the woman in the guest room in the same way as he usually calmed me down. I was still a very young child and said, that's okay with me. As he had said it, you could hear them rumbling, sighing and moaning in the guest room, then it became quiet. When I curiously crept to the door and peeked in through a crack, he was usually sitting on the bed with the sheet wrapped around his hips, watching the woman all naked and rubbing her Mumu. I looked at them very closely, because most of them were nuns, who looked very different in the robe than they did naked. Sometimes they were other women, the mayor's wife, the doctor's wife, or Mrs. Schmitt.

Mostly he would lie between the thighs of the nuns and do push‐ups, his naked ass pumping up and down. I found that quite boring and went again, I had never heard of fucking at that time. It was only exciting when the young countess spent the night with us. She was the only one who had no pubic hair and had to calm her smooth Mumu very often and he watched her smiling.

Normally, however, the countess would lie on top of him and pump her ass cheeks up and down. I didn't know then that men had cocks and that it was his cock between her ass cheeks. I nearly burst with excitement when the young countess pumped slower and slower and — like the saint virgins in my fantasies — whispered aloud "please‐please make me a baby now!" I would not have understood at that time that the Count was a very old man and the Countess had to let herself be impregnated by the priest. She pumped slower and slower and lay on top of him. Her ass cheeks trembled now and drove very slowly back and forth, devouring his cock each time. I ran there always quite ecstatic in my room and had to calm my Mumu immediately down.

Of course I asked him why he was doing push‐ups between the nuns' thighs or why the countess was pumping her ass up and down, but he was always angry about it and scolded me for spying. And he said that people had different ways of calming their raptures in the Mumu down. Some needed it like me and rubbed their mumu with a finger, with others he just did push‐ups. He always left the countess questions unanswered. He didn't like to talk about these things, so I kept quiet and stopped asking when I spied. Of course, I kept spying every time, he only did push‐ups with all the nuns and the many other honorable wives from the village, only the countess was allowed to pump him with her ass cheeks. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was the only one who always begged him to please make her a baby? Why could the priest make her a baby? I watched this very closely. She lay upon him for a long time and then she pumped him again, like before.

He taught me to pray, a lot, sometimes in German, sometimes in Latin. Reading or writing was not necessary for cleaning, that was true. Sometimes guests stayed overnight in the second room, usually they were spiritual sisters, rarely priests. The old priest had told them that I did it to myself every night. They came into my room at night, uncovered me and looked at my naked Mumu, but they did not touch me. I knew what they expected, and I did it right away. When I was already bigger, I think 9 or 10, and already getting the first raptures at night, they uncovered me naked and watched very curiously as I soothed my naked Mumu, even if I had to do it two‐ or three times in a row. Most of the nuns sat on the edge of the bed, flipped up their robes, and I saw that they were rubbing the pointy thing in their Mumu just as I was. Most of the time I had done it three times before they finished with loud sighs and shuddering breaths and they then quietly left again and of course forgot to tuck me in again.

When I had turned 16 and all my pubic hair had fallen out, the nuns showed me how to make each other hot with French kissing, which I loved from the first kiss on and loved to kiss the nuns all the years. From then on the nuns came almost every night to French kiss and rub their thing in the Mumu, until it gradually stopped from 40 on. After I was about 40, no more guests came, although night after night I woke up sweating in raptures and then had to do it at least three times in a row.

I lived chastely all my life, was never intimate with a man, and consecrated myself to St. Carmen of Toledo. St. Carmen had been tortured to death by the Moors, she was tied to a pole in the main square of the city of Toledo for 4 days and all the men were having their way with her. I had no idea what the "way with her" meant, but Sister Rosi suggested it was what the dogs do to the bitches, jumping on them. From then on I dreamed of Carmen, how the men jumped on her from behind and wiggled their asses. I hadn't seen a man's cock all my life and neither had Rosi, but she knew they had cocks, but not hairy like the dogs, but quite smooth and in front between their legs. The Moors in my dreams jumped on Carmen from behind and stabbed her with slick cocks. I found that very brutal, what I saw there in the dream, and I could not imagine almost, how Carmen was so raptured thereby for 4 days that she died with "great joy and holy rapture". I only learned much later what "raptured" actually means, how could Carmen be raptured when the Moors were stabbing her? But she was so much enraptured that her heart stopped. I dreamed about these things all my life, and when I woke up in the night, drenched in sweat, I felt the rapture between my legs. Then I would rub there until the rapture exploded and then I would be calm again. Almost every night I woke up and had to calm me down. It was as easy as eating or drinking, I had to do that "calming down" every night.

The new pastor assigned me a lodger, his name was John and he was a 17‐year‐old student. He would stay for maybe two years, the pastor said. We got along very well from the beginning, even though I was a good 45 years older than he was. Jo, so he was called, called me every evening, I should soap and scrub his back after the shower. I was happy to do that, he had a very nice back and butt, after a few weeks I also soaped and washed the butt, while he apparently soaped and rubbed quite firmly in the front between his legs. He had said, after the washing of the asscheeks I should reach under through between the asscheeks and to caress the little bag with the two balls very gently and tenderly like the hair of a dear child. So long, until he was done with rubbing in the front. I caressed the bag as gently and as sweetly as I could, while he apparently soaped and rubbed himself quite firmly between the legs. I first looked only at his back and buttocks, and then at the violently shaking little sacklet, which I caressed so long tenderly and delicately, until he was also finished with the scrubbing on the front. Then I went to my room and was every time so enraptured by the sacklet‐caressing that I calmed down comfortably the Mumu between my legs.

To prevent my dress from getting wet all the time, Jo said I could come into the bathroom without a dress, no one would see us, and besides, I had panties and bra on, so that was enough. I thought about it all day long, lying on the bed, and I had so many raptures that I stripped naked already at noon and had to calm me down continuously until dinner. But after dinner I went to Jo's bathroom in just panties and bra and was madly ecstatic while doing all the back‐ and asscheeks washing and powerful scrubbing. I looked at the little sacklet, which I held in one hand and caressed it with the other hand very tenderly and gently for a quarter of an hour. I felt as if I were soothing Jo with the gentle stroking of the little sacklet the same as I was rubbing my Mumu, and I immediately heard his satisfied moans as I stroked the little sacklet as I was rubbing my Mumu, only much more gently. This excited me so much that my pointy thing in my Mumu came out forward horny and demanding. I asked Jo, who rubbed quite firmly between his legs, if he was now also very enraptured, but he just gasped and moaned and said nothing. I later handed him the bath towel so he could cover himself and turn around. He chided himself that my bra was soaking wet and reached around me and undid the clasp. My large, heavy breasts sank down to my belly button. Jo looked at them closely and said I had nice breasts, and I blushed with pride.

Jo said my panties were soaking wet too and pulled them down. I got out and hung them on the string next to the bra. Jo looked at my Mumu for a long time and asked if my clit always peeked out like that? I didn't know what he meant with "clit" and he pointed to it. Yes, I nodded eagerly, always when I'm very raptured, but when I've calmed down, it doesn't. I saw that Jo was thinking for a while. He asked, as he had before, if I had never been with a man intimate, and I nodded that I hadn't. But he shook his head and smiled, "you're already 60," and I nodded, 61. "And you don't have pubic hair," he said with a grin, and I explained that after a few years it had fallen out on its own just like the armpit hair. He nodded seriously, that sometimes happens.

From that day on, I took off my panties and bra even before I washed him so they wouldn't get wet. I was very ecstatic when I had to strike his little sacklet very gently for quite a long time until he was finished in rubbing his frontside. It was very horny in itself that we were both completely naked. But then to reach down between his ass cheeks and gently touch the sacklet was just insanely horny. I was more and more convinced from day to day that Jo rubbed himself on his front side similarly to how I rubbed the stiff thing in my Mumu and I supported him well with the gentle rubbing of his sacklet. I didn't have a little sack like Jo's and I always resolved to ask him about his rubbing, but I just didn't dare. We did it the same way for weeks and I was really convinced that we were soothing his Mumu somehow together. It was so arousing and exciting that I had to do it right away.

I mumbled, I have to calm down now and went to my room. Moments later Jo stuck his head through the door, asking if he could watch it? I nodded, yes of course, because no one has ever wanted to watch me when I made me "calming" down, only in early years. He sat down at the edge of the bed and watched me soothe my Mumu. It was all over soon and I was still properly raptured so I did it again until I calmed down and the pointy thing in my Mumu softened and disappeared. He nodded very kindly and left, we did that for the next two or three months, it was okay for both of us. He never stayed when I picked up the rosary and started praying. He had once said, smiling, that he himself never prayed and that he admired me because I prayed so much and so diligently. The praise made me proud. — I rarely woke up in the night with a rapture anymore.

One night the bath towel slipped around Jo's hips. I stopped in mid‐soothing and stared at the thing. After all, he always turned his back on me when he scrubbed so powerfully his front side; I had never seen him from the front. I stared at his thing and wanted to ask him, but he flipped the bath towel back over and muttered for me to just keep going. I was enraptured as I had rarely been before and kept going. I was too cowardly to ask him for two weeks. I dreamed of his thing, the slippery thing with which now the Moors in my dreams pricked poor Carmen between her buttocks, her wonderful snowwhite asscheeks. I always woke up at night in great rapture and had to calm down, the Moors and their things and poor Carmen, in whose butt crease the bad blacks were poking their things.

Jo was not at all embarrassed when I asked him two weeks later. He pushed the bath towel aside and explained the cock to me. Shaft, foreskin, glans and the testicles. I was learning all these new words and I had to grab each part with my hand and say the correct name. The dick was for peeing and fucking with women or girls, he said. That's where the kids come from, I heard in amazement him say. I never thought about where the kids come from. The cock always hangs down softly, only when the horniness comes, then it becomes stiff, so that you can put it in the hole. I looked uncertain, horny? Horniness? "That's the rapture, as you call it!" said Jo, the horniness makes you want to masturbate. Masturbate? "That's called masturbating, when you rub your clit with your finger and soothe it."" Lots of new words, but I remembered them well. I asked him if he was less glad now and when does he masturbate? He smiled, "every evening when you caress my little sacklet!" I mused, when he jiggled his front? "Yes," he said, "tomorrow you can watch me doing it if you like!" I was allowed to touch his cock again, which was half soft and he showed me how I was allowed to rub up and down. I let his glans disappear again and again in the foreskin and then pulled the foreskin back completely, then the glans came out again. "That's kind of how masturbation goes," he said, "but I can only cum once a night." I was allowed to do it for quite a long time and he went to sleep, I had quite strong raptures and had to do it three times until I fell asleep.

Jo showed me the other day masturbating, which he did himself. I watched very excited because it made me very horny. Jo had asked and I had let him caress my breasts, he liked it very much. He let me try it the next day and it actually worked out quite well, I was now allowed to masturbate him every day and I was very excited every time because I had such nice feelings about it. He wanted, while I was allowed to masturbate his cock, to play with my beautiful, big breasts and the teats and it was huge fun for him when he was allowed to squirt on my breasts. He finished squirting and said "Amen!" and bit a little bit in my teats playfully, he was amused to hear me praying. I always prayed only half aloud because he didn't want to hear it, but it was important to me to pray during the masturbation.

Jo had incited me a little bit to spy into the refectory, although this was strictly forbidden. Only after a few times I told Jo about it, I had had quite red ears. I had seen that the woman who had come for a private confession was kneeling in front of the priest, rubbing his cock in her mouth and letting him squirt in. All 8 women I had observed swallowed "it"! I was clutching my rosary when I noticed that Jo was laughing heartily. I lay with my back against his chest and he held me gently. He continued to laugh for quite a while because the confessionals rubbed his cock and swallowed his seed, even though the priest ranted about the sins of the flesh in the pulpit every Sunday. Jo said I could try it myself tomorrow. It tasted a little strange the first time, but he liked it very much to squirt in my mouth and I was also quite happy. I now masturbated him daily in my mouth and swallowed his semen, that was much more preferable to him than to squirt upon my breasts.

I masturbated every time afterwards and I prayed, because I always pray half aloud while masturbating, not only when Jo was watching. He asked something once, I don't remember what, and I stopped masturbating and praying. He then explained the many parts of my Mumu. They called it namely pussy, cunt and many other names that I immediately forgot. I spread my legs and he showed me labia, clit and pussy hole. "You still have a hymen!" he exclaimed surprised, "you really have never fucked before!" Fucking, also new. The man thrusts his cock in and out of the pussyhole very finely, they both get horny and have an orgasm at the end. He squirts into the pussyhole when orgasming and sometimes the woman also gets an orgasm, that was the exploding at the end of masturbating, I had paid good attention.

Jo replied my question immediately. He had fucked for the first time when he was over 10, until a few months ago when he came to my shared apartment. No, it wasn't a girl, it was his sanctimonious aunt. She was fat and very ugly, she had never found a man and was still a virgin at 25. And she pretended to everyone how God‐fearing and pious she was. In truth, she seduced the 10‐year‐old on the second day, it was the first time for both of them. Jo said she shone like a polished gold coin when he deflowered her, and she shone every afternoon when they fucked. Otherwise she was grumpy because she hated all the praying. They fucked every afternoon, once or twice, for 7 years and he was glad he didn't have to masturbate with his hand.

I told him the saint's story of Carmen. He had never heard of her, but he understood everything immediately. The Moors fucked Carmen for 4 days in the main square and that was definitely very shameful and humiliating for the virgin. Apart from the physical strains, she had so many orgasms that her heart couldn't take it anymore. She had "died in the most beautiful raptures", the legend said, she had died from far too many orgasms, Jo said with certainty. I thought for a long time. I had already had enough after two, at the latest three orgasms. But if I had orgasm after orgasm for 4 days, I would probably die, I understood that now. How stupid of the priests or Sister Rosi to talk about her raptures as if she had glimpsed God? She had been fucked until she was dead, Jo had realized that correctly. I masturbated again right away, fantasizing about Carmen having beautiful orgasms and the Moors' cocks driving in and out of her fuckhole. When I was done, Jo got up and left. He turned around one more time and asked if I really didn't want to fuck? I was very self‐oriented, poor Carmen had been fucked to death, I didn't want that. Jo smiled when I said that and went to sleep. I masturbated more than I ever had, I was very very horny with my fantasies about Carmen and her fucking.

He said his fat ugly aunt had only very small shriveled breasts on which she tore quite firmly when she came to orgasm while masturbating. She did not orgasm very often while fucking and masturbated like a fury every time after fucking, even when she already had orgasmed. He felt always very sad after fucking and hated himself because he had to watch her masturbating and her face always distorted into a devilish grimace while masturbating. She always masturbated two or three times and he could not avert his eyes.

He was really happy that I had such nice full breasts, he licked my teats after cuming and bit playfully on them, that was very horny. I quickly ran to my room to masturbate and Jo came right after to watch me masturbate, he still liked that. He had listened to me open‐mouthed when I told him that back when I was a kid, the nuns and priests had watched me masturbate naked at night until I was 40. Jo asked a gazillion questions, but I had to tell him that they had never touched me on the Mumu. The nuns reached under their robes with one hand and wiggled like the priests too, and I described to Jo in great detail how the nuns sat on the edge of the bed, watched me masturbate and masturbated themselves. The priest has probably fucked all the respectable and honorable wives of the village over the years, I said, because I had spied on every visitor for all those years, watched him doing push‐ups and also when they masturbated themselves or let him masturbate them. The countess had given birth to a girl and for many years she came to ride and fuck the priest and she had another boy and two girls. Jo asked a thousand things and I answered everything honestly. It made him very horny.

When I had masturbated often enough, he would take me in his arms and we would talk for many pleasant hours. Often it was about fucking and he always described in clear words how the fucking with the aunt was. He reassured me that it almost never happened that a woman was fucked to death. That was precisely why they told the legend of Carmen, because it was something special. I believed him, because I had also never heard that a woman had been fucked to death except Carmen. We talked about fucking for months, it became more and more familiar to me and I found myself fantasizing more often about letting Jo fuck me.

As every evening, I was lying with my back against his chest and he had hugged me and masturbated me very gently, which I really liked that way. But instead of praying as usual, I told him about the bad things I had observed spying in the last few weeks. Yes, the women masturbating the priest's cock in their mouths and swallowing it down was not all, I had left way too early so far. The women sat on his thigh and whispered something in his ear all the time. They seemed to tell him something very funny or horny, because they laughed in between like whores. Sooner or later they grabbed his cock and rubbed it, slowly or quickly, until it was stiff. They would trade places, she would lie down with her chest on the padded chair and flip up her skirt, sometimes he would flip up her skirt. He patted her ass cheeks with pleasure and spread them. — I had to take a break because Jo had brought me to orgasm. After I calmed down I kept talking and put Jo's hand on my clit.

The priest penetrated the cunt from behind and fucked the confession child for a very long time. I could see quite clearly when he squirted in. Sometimes he fucked her in the asshole, which was very strange. The worst thing I found was that they were all respectable wives, Mrs. Schmitt, Mrs. Müller and all. They pretended to the outside world how pious and chaste they were and then they let themselves be fucked by the young priest during confession! Jo laughed that he was not surprised at all, he knew from the example of his aunt how mendacious they all were. I kept silent, because he brought me to orgasm again and I leaned back relaxed as a sign that I had now had enough orgasms.

For weeks he asked me if I wanted to fuck and I always shook my head, I was way too scared to be fucked to death like my poor Carmen. I told him that I would never fuck, I was way too scared. He hugged me sweetly from behind when I prayed my rosary with my back against his chest and masturbated me so finely that I just breathlessly reeled off the Hail Marys with deep emotion and orgasmed with a loud "in mulieribus, Amen!". He then kissed my neck and murmured how much nicer fucking would be, but I shook my head. No, no, never! At one point he said he was going to deflower and fuck me next week. I shook my head and feared every day that he would deflower me, that he would fuck me, I feared every day, really! For weeks he asked me if I wanted to fuck and I always shook my head. I told him that I would never fuck, I was way too scared. He hugged me sweetly from behind when I prayed my rosary with my back against his chest and masturbated me so finely that I just breathlessly orgasmed. He then kissed my neck and murmured how much nicer fucking would be, but I shook my head. No, no, never! At one point he repeated he was going to deflower me and fuck me next week. I shook my head and feared every day that he would deflower me, fuck me, I feared every day, really!

I had turned 62, Jo had been with me for 10 months now. Today he did not want to be masturbated after showering and led me to my room. I almost couldn't breathe for fear, I was so scared. He silently laid me on the bed and I whispered that I was as afraid of being fucked to death like poor Carmen. I begged him to "please‐please don't deflower me", I was so scared. He gently stroked my hair and whispered that my clit wanted it though! I looked down, the clit betrayed me shamelessly, it stood out perky and bold, I felt the horniness blaze in it like fire. "No, please don't deflower me, please don't fuck me!" I shouted as quietly as I could. He knelt between my thighs and moistened his glans with lots of saliva and lay on top of me. I even begged him not to deflower me as he was already gently penetrating my fuckhole.

I felt nothing of the deflowering, although he had prepared me for the prick. He fucked fast and hard and I became insanely horny. He squirted in solid jets into my fuckhole and after a dozen times of jetting in, he sank down breathlessly next to me. "And, are you still alive?" he asked smiling out of breath and I nodded, Yes, I had become quite wonderfully horny while fucking! "Unfortunately you didn't get an orgasm, sorry!" he said, still out of breath. I should masturbate, he whispered. I masturbated to orgasm with three rapid strokes only, because I had already been close. He was too tired and couldn't fuck a second time, his cock was no longer stiffening. I was insanely glad and grateful that he had not fucked me to death, I said, but by then he had already fallen asleep.

We have been fucking for a year now, he can only do it once at a time and I can't get an orgasm during our fucking. I am always very close to it and masturbating immediately afterwards takes only seconds to make a few strokes. He falls asleep instantly and I then always masturbate quite often as long as I have horny fantasies. I am very glad that I do now experience fucking after all, although I had been too stupid all my life.

One day I decided to let the unfaithful priest fuck me and it was really quite simple. I scrubbed the floor on all fours and my short cleaning dress slipped up of course. I pretended not to notice that I had forgotten to put my panties on and the Priest stared at my bare ass cheeks, my bare pussy and my stiff clit. I couldn't even have counted to 3 when the High Lord knelt behind me and his cock penetrated me immediately. We fucked wordlessly, only our panting and loud breathing revealed that the floor was not scrubbed here. I got a wonderful orgasm just before he squirted inside. Since then I let myself be fucked as often as possible by the priest, because I love these fucking orgasms very much. We fuck silently always in the same manner, the priest doesn't talk to a cleaning woman after all. I immediately slink away with lowered eyes, I would die of shame to look him in the eyes after this sin. Of course I'm smart enough to get fucked before the lady comes for confession, otherwise I might go empty‐handed. Jo had moved out two months ago and I have been able to get the pastor to fuck me every day before lunch so far, but it has become clear to me that I need to look for a new man on longer term. I have never done this before and still have a good feeling that it will work out.

I have missed a lot and am slowly catching up.