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 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 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."
