[A new story in my Bohemian church series. While this can be read as a stand-alone, you will likely gain more pleasure by reading the stories that precede it first. All characters are 18 or older. If you are religiously sensitive or repelled by bodily fluids and such, this story is probably not for you!]
By now, if you've been reading the preceding chapters of my memoirs about my early days as a catechumen and lay server for the Bohemian parish in the Rust Belt of Northern Ohio at the tail end of the 1960s, you should be well aware of my happy embrace of the customs and old ways of Bohemia that the church endeavored to honor and keep alive.
These were the rituals and practices that celebrated the sharing of pee and poop, the natural hairy state of naked human bodies, bodily smells, and the central place of anal play in fulfilling each others' "needs". Though I was only 18 when I was introduced to this earthy and secretive subculture by my next door neighbor Mrs. Tupa, it did not take long for me to realize that the many Czech widows who made up the majority of the congregation were "needy" indeed.
It became my duty as a parish lay server to pay house visits to the "old gals and sweeties" as I thought of them, and to bring some love and happiness into their lonely lives. In general, I usually preferred to treat my "sweeties" with a gentle touch of love and respect, being well aware that at their advanced age, I was handling fragile treasures who had put their trust in my seeking out and fulfilling their "needs". However, by the same token, I needed to accommodate those parishioners whose desires and cravings were more "advanced", as Father Viktor liked to put it.
Mrs. Tupa, who originally seduced me once I turned eighteen, and introduced me to the lewd customs of the Bohemian old ways, was a case in point. She liked for me to manhandle her and "mortify her flesh" -- usually in the form of a vigorous spanking -- while she cut loose with an outburst of expletives and worked herself up into a series of explosive orgasms.
Father Viktor made it very clear that as a lay server to our congregation, it was not my duty to make moral judgments on what our church members craved. I was simply to fulfill their "needs" with love and respect, even if their desires seemed to demand things that challenged my personal instincts. The most shocking practices, when enacted with an open heart and a strong spirit of love, were accepted by the church as holy sacraments blessed by the Most High.
Nevertheless, some of the situations I found myself in with congregants with "advanced" needs, bordered on the unnerving. Thankfully, I was a quick learner, and the more experienced I became, the more I was able to tolerate and even get into the spirit of a wide range of extremely odd desires and practices.
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For my present chapter, I should make it clear that although the great majority of our parish members were elderly widows, some widows were not elderly and some were not widows at all. Some ladies were what we used to call "old maids", women who had never married, for whatever reasons. And some parish members were married couples where both spouses were still alive, though that did not mean that they didn't have "needs" of their own that I was expected to fulfill.
In the case of couples requesting lay server visits, I found it most practical to bring Sister Katka along, now that she had become interested in helping me serve the church's congregants. While Sister Katka had been quite shy and timid when we first met, under my guidance and that of Dame Taborova and Mrs. Tupa, she had blossomed into a very cute and outgoing young woman who seemed to charm everyone who met her. She had a most mischievous sense of humor, yet she genuinely cared about helping parish members in need. Home visits when I brought her along were invariably marked by everyone having a delightful time.
And on that note, let me share with you our visit to Mrs. Olga Karl and her husband Oto.
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Father Viktor had advised me that Mrs. Karl and her husband were a special case. Oto Karl was much older than his wife Olga, and far past his prime. Much of the time he lived in a kind of fantasy world peopled by the characters in children's books he had read when young.
"I hope you don't mind, but you and Sister Katka may be called upon to do some role playing for your hosts. Don't worry, Mr. Karl is quite harmless and Olga Karl is very 'nice', if you get my drift. Just humor their eccentricities and I'm sure you'll have a fine time."
Fair enough. I was up for the task, but I wondered how Katka would handle the situation. I needn't have given it a second thought. When I told her what was in store for us, she clapped her little hands and squealed in delight.
"Oh, Brother Jack! This sounds like great fun! I wonder what characters they'll want us to be? I can hardly wait!"
Katka was excitedly dancing around the Rectory parlor when Brother Nick pulled up out front and honked for Katka and me to get in his funky VW Bug and get a lift over to the Karls. Nick was then on his way over to visit Mrs. Agata Zelenkova, the fetching sex-bomb widow, whom Nick and I had double-teamed just a few weeks before, much to all of our enjoyment.
Sister Katka squeezed her way into the back seat and gave Nick a fond peck on his cheek from behind.
"Hi Nicky! Have a hot date today?"
This was Sister Katka's mischievous side at work. I'd told her about Agata Zelenkova and how my visit with Nick to her home had transpired. Katka knew very well that Nick was excited about seeing Agata again.
"You bet! And what do you have in store?"
"Oh, we're visiting a couple who want us to role-play characters from children's books! Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Brother Nick turned his head and gave Katka a look as if to say "are you out of your freaking mind?" I gave him a soft punch to the shoulder and chided him, "Listen, Romeo. Servers can't be choosers. We just have to work with what we're given. Father Viktor assured me that we'd have a fine time."
"Well, good luck with that! It all sounds rather demented, if you ask me." Nick put the car in gear and took off at a brisk clip.
"I didn't ask you, you jerk. We'll just have to compare notes at the end of the day and see who had a better time."
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As was church policy, we were all dressed casually, giving no clue that we were out on church business. When we rang the Karls' doorbell, the door was promptly opened by a nicely dressed lady who looked no older than her mid-forties. Short and shapely with shoulder length wavy brown hair, she gave us a welcoming smile and invited us in. As she turned from the entryway, I admired her tight green house dress, which hugged her nice big boobies and flowed over her sizable curves below. She took us aside in the front hall and clued us into what was in store for us today. Olga had no trace of an accent, though she had that slavic Czech look, with almost almond-shaped brown eyes accentuated with mascara. My guess was that she was born and raised in America, though within the secretive Bohemian community.
"I hope you don't mind, but Oto is quite a bit older than I am and he lives in a kind of fantasy-land populated with characters from fairy tales and children's books. You two look like you'd be perfect as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. Do you think you can play along? He has a very vivid imagination and loves to have different characters come to visit.
"So far, so good, but here's where it gets a bit dodgy. Oto, you see, has come to believe he can only achieve erotic pleasure through voyeurism. He has a very passive personality, and likes nothing better than to watch virile young men fondle and fuck me right in front of him, while he diddles his little willy. He gets especially excited by having everyone describe what they are doing in the most crude language, with plenty of teasing and taunting.
"I love my husband dearly, so I've been willing to do this for him, and over time I've come to enjoy it just as much as he does. I hope you can find it in your hearts to join us in playing this way together."
