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Bless Me Father for I Have Sinned

By: altar boy



Author's Note: This is a story of non-consensual/reluctant, gay sex. There are elements of religion. If any of these things offend you, please do NOT read any further! You have been warned!

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'Bless me father, for I have sinned.'

The familiar words spilled easily from my lips, even if I knew the confession itself wouldn't be as easy.

'It has been at least 6 months since my last confession.' I admitted, somewhat ashamed.

While not a terribly religious man, I normally went through the motions of being a good Catholic. I attended church every Sunday, not just on Christmas and Easter. I took communion. I tithed money every week. The only thing I had problems with was confessing my sins to the parish priest on a regular basis.

I tended to stave off my confessional visits until my conscience got the better of me. I would struggle with my feelings for awhile, and eventually would drag myself into the church on a Saturday afternoon, knowing that was the busiest time at the confessionals, hoping that the old priest wouldn't place my voice as I confessed my sins to him.

This Saturday was no different. In fact, if anything it was busier than normal, and I noticed that 2 confessionals were being used. I grew a bit concerned, not knowing which one old Father Francis was in. I preferred confessing to him because I was fairly certain he had no clue who I was, and while probably somewhat mortified by my confession, he would absolve me with my promise of contrition.

I played a mental game of eenie, meenie, miney, moe and stepped into the line that I hoped would be Father Francis' line. After waiting approximately half an hour for people to enter the small, closet-like confessional, it was finally my turn.

As I peered through the mesh screen that separated me from the priest, I was able to visually deduce that it WASN'T Father Francis, but was in fact another priest whom I had seldom seen around, Father Donahue. His smooth, but firm voice responded to my request for blessing.

'The fact that you are here now, my son, shows that you are repentant. What are your sins?'

I hesitated slightly, and felt my voice drop to a whisper.

'Father, I have been struggling with...Homosexual desires...' I could feel his judgmental silence in the confines of his own part of the confessional, but I continued. 'I find myself becoming aroused in the presence of other men...Wanting to do sexual things with them.'

I stopped, waiting to hear his reply. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest. I had come to confess this a few times before, and after my confession, I would kneel in a pew and say my required acts of contrition before returning home to my wife. This would keep me for a few months before the feelings would rise to the surface, yet again. I hadn't yet acted on my desires, but God, I wanted to! I depended on my parish priest to give me strength and save me from myself.

After a brief silence from Father Donahue, he replied in his low voice.

'Tell me these feelings, my son. What about men arouses you? What is it that you desire?'

I was aghast, as Father Francis had never asked such questions before. He would offer a small lecture on the evil of sodomy, and the abomination of homosexuals before granting me forgiveness and sending me on my way with the assigned penance.

'Well..I...I don't know. I find men attractive. Their strength. Their scent. The idea of feeling a muscular body against mine.'

Quickly I reminded him that I hadn't acted yet on my desires...

'I can't help it, Father. When I'm in a situation where I'm around men, I can't help but get aroused.'

'What do you mean by aroused?' He asked. 'And what acts are you wanting to perform?

I stammered briefly...Shocked that the priest would want details.

'Well....My penis becomes erect. I find myself breathing hard. My heart begins to beat faster.' I struggled to find the words. 'I want to become intimate with another man.'

'And what do you mean by intimate?' He pressed.

I stumbled over my words, unable to say aloud the things I had been thinking..Desiring..His silence was deafening as he waited for me to reply to his question.

'I want another man to touch me.' I finally whispered.

'Touch you where? How?'

I blinked, again feeling such shame. I knew my face must be beet-red from the burning I felt. My voice dropped into an even softer whisper.

'I want a man to touch my penis. And I want to touch his.'

I could tell by his silence that he wanted me to continue...He wasn't satisfied by so brief a description. The words didn't come any easier.

'I want to put my mouth on his penis. I want to suck it. I fantasize about it constantly.'

'I see' Came the reply. 'Is that all you wish to partake in? Or is there more?'

I groaned quietly to myself. I couldn't believe he was asking for such details. The shame in revealing this to him was nearly more than I could bear.

'There's more father. I desire to have sex with a man. I really crave having a man put his penis in my...Anus....And to have sex with me that way.'

'Ahh, you want your ass fucked.'

I nearly fell out of my chair when I heard his reply.

Suddenly the door between the two, small rooms began to slowly open. The squeal of the hinges broke the silence, and I stood up quickly, knocking the chair in the confessional back against the wall with a loud slam.

Father Donahue stepped through the door and put a finger to my lips, shushing me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and bade me to return to my seat, quietly. I did as he requested, stunned that he would break the confidentiality of confession and horribly ashamed that he now knew who I was.

Father Donahue was a large man. His body appeared to be full of hard muscle underneath his cassock, probably from years of hard, parish work. The priests in this parish weren't afraid to get their hands dirty when it came to doing the physical work that needed to be done. He was a middle-aged man; Ruggedly handsome. His temples were graying on his otherwise thick, head of hair.

I sat back in my chair, terrified and unsure of the purpose of his exposure of me. Was he going to excommunicate me? Was he going to expose my secrets to my wife?

He saw the fear and confusion on my face and smiled benevolently.

'Don't worry, my son. I'm not here to judge or condemn you. I see your struggle with the flesh, and wish to help you to deal with your desires.'

'How...How can you do that?' I asked. Admittedly, I was momentarily elated, thinking maybe he had the 'cure'.

He then leaned forward, his large body towering over my seated one. His hands were on the arms of the confessional chair as he pressed his lips against my ear and whispered.

'God loves you, my son. No matter what feelings are inside you. He has created you as you are. You have caused harm to nobody, and you have not sinned.'

I began to shake slightly, and felt the prickling, burning sensation of tears building behind my eyes. I nodded my head, struggling to keep back the tears. I was amazed that instead of being condemned, I was being told that I was ok!

His lips didn't leave my ear, and suddenly I felt his hand brush my thigh. The nearness of this large man began to arouse me against my own wishes. He continued to murmur in my ear, how sexual desire was good and natural. I squirmed slightly, scared that he would notice the growing bulge in my pants.

Sure enough, as his hand continued to stroke my thigh, his knuckles grazed against my erection. I froze instantly, a whine caught in my throat. His hand froze against me as well, and suddenly moved to stroke the firmness beneath my pants.

I gasped and instinctively arched my back, thrusting my hips to press myself against his hand and quickly pulled back after realizing what I had done.

'Shhhh. It's ok, my son. Let me help you in this time of need.'

My fingers ached with the tightness of their grip around the arms of the chair. My eyes were clenched shut, as I was afraid to see him. I felt his hands slowly move up to unbuckle my belt.

Though my body was frozen in fear, I began to shake even more uncontrollably. Once my belt was open, the leather tongue hanging from the loops, his fingers began to unbutton my fly...He than slowly lowered the zipper...So slowly as to not make a sound. He gripped my pants from the hips and began to tug. Without realizing what I was doing, I lifted my hips allowing him to slide my pants down legs, where he pulled them completely off and placed them carefully on the floor, so as not to allow the belt buckle to clank noisily.

My mind was racing. Here I sat, in my briefs...My erection was straining painfully against the elastic, cotton material. I could feel the throbbing and the moisture seeping through the fabric as I began to leak precum.

He gripped my hard cock and squeezed gently. Releasing and squeezing, alternately. I squirmed and groaned quietly. His lips again pressed against my ear.

'There now. Doesn't that feel right? Doesn't that feel good? How can this be wrong?'

I shook my head, unable to answer. My mind was trying to tell me this was wrong, but my body was overriding all thoughts and telling me that this was right.

He released my cock and hooked his thumbs into my briefs, working them down as well, while I again raised my hips from the chair for him. My cock sprang free and I let out a louder gasp. He shushed me again, leaning back a bit and giving me a warning look. He then took it again in his grip and began to stroke me slowly.

A million things ran through my head, but all I could do was respond to his touch. I lifted my hips to thrust my cock into his grip, struggling to keep my vocalizations to a minimum.

After about 5 minutes of his stroking, he released me. I whimpered quietly, not wanting it to stop. He smiled and slowly unbuttoned the bottom portion of his own cassock, revealing his own erection beneath his black pants.

He quietly opened his own fly and produced his own cock. Mine quivered in reaction to seeing his, so near my own.

'You see? It's ok. It's perfectly normal to have this reaction. Your body is human. My body is human. Do you see how good this feels? Let me show you how much better it can feel.'

I couldn't respond. I just nodded my head and he leaned forward, pressing his cock against my own. Again, I gasped and raised my hips, pumping them frantically to rub my hard cock against his own. I was dripping copious amounts of precum by this point. The contact of male skin against my own was driving me insane.

'Shhh....Easy..Slow down. Relax. We have all the time in the world.' He crooned in my ear. 'This is important for you to realize your true feelings.'

He spread his cassock behind him and somewhat straddled my legs, his cock pressed against mine. I continued to writhe against him, my hips straining as I pressed myself against him. His cock was dripping as well, making it slippery and allowing my own to slide easily against his.

My movements were causing the chair to begin to rock back and forth noisily. He pulled back from me, laying a hand on my shoulder to still my movement, holding another finger to his lips to quiet me. I whimpered in disappointment as he pulled his cock away from mine.

I was quickly sated, however, when he leaned forward again and pressed the head of his cock to my lips. I had no choice but to open my mouth and allow it inside. He leaned forward and slid it in. I choked and gagged, unused to having anything so big in my mouth. He spoke soft, soothing words as he slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth, instructing me on how to suck him; Where to lick him...Telling me to relax and open my throat to accommodate the length of him. I still gagged, unused to the flavor of precum. It was a foreign and salty flavor, not necessarily pleasant nor unpleasant.

I soon found myself slurping and sucking hungrily at him. He was bucking his hips, pressing his cock deeper into my mouth...Sometimes straight down my throat, sometimes against the insides of my cheeks, pushing them outwards. I reached up and placed my hands on his hips, gripping at his clothing to pull him greedily into me.

After sucking him for some time, he pulled out of my mouth, which was unwilling to allow him to exit, thus resulting in a fairly audible plop. I struggled to catch my breath and reached up to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. My face was wet from both my own saliva and his precum. My own cock was bobbing and dripping.

He stepped back and bent to place his hands under my legs, lifting them to drape over the legs of the chair I was seated in. I shifted, my cock swaying as my ass jutted out from the chair, spreading myself for him, my hole open and exposed. I could feel it opening and closing hungrily.

He crouched before me, positioning his cock in direct line with my hole and stroking himself. My hips rocked and my cock swayed as I watched and waited eagerly. It was a monumental struggle to remain quiet, although I gasped and whined in whispers.

Suddenly he pressed forward and I groaned loudly as the bulbous head of his cock pushed against the puckered opening of my ass. I rocked my hips upward to press against him. He pulled back slightly, not allowing me the pleasure of being filled. He pushed against my hole gently, but did not enter. He continued to stroke himself while sliding his cock head up and down against my hole.

I was in agony. I wanted to scream for him to fuck me. I twisted and writhed, struggling to impale myself on him. My cock was so hard it hurt. He pressed a bit harder, and the head of his cock slipped into my tight hole. I hissed loudly, my hips rocking harder, only to be disappointed as he pulled out again and continued to tease and stroke my hole with his slick cock.

He leisurely continued to stroke himself, occasionally allowing JUST the head of his cock to slip in and out of my hole. Each time it pushed its way inside me, I clamped down with my muscles, hoping to keep him there, hoping he'd push in further, and each time he'd pull out easily.

I was near tears in frustration....Begging and pleading quietly. My cock had a mind of its own, waving around wildly, spurting precum continuously. My hips wouldn't stop rocking up and down. I'm convinced I appeared completely whorish; Naked from the waist down, legs spread, cock hard and bobbing, hips thrusting, air humping.

I could see the smug look of glee in the priest's eyes.He smirked as he rubbed his cock head against me..Pressing it in, and finally allowing it to stay. My breath caught in my throat and I rotated my hips this way and that struggling to get used to the sensation as his huge head filled my opening. He jerked and stroked himself as my hole choked his cock head.

Slowly his cock wormed its way deeper inside me. I gritted my teeth, biting back a scream. Never before had I felt such pain in my life. My hips froze in mid thrust and my entire body began to shake violently. I broke out in a sweat and began to shake my head back and forth.

'No! Please no! It's too much! I changed my mind! Please!! Take it out! Take it out!'

Even though he was looking into my eyes, it appeared as if he didn't hear me...He just smiled a nearly-evil smile and continued his slow and steady assault. I bit down hard on my tongue, tasting blood, and his cock slowly forced my virgin passage open farther. It was excruciating.

'Please!!! Please take it out! Please take it out! I don't want this!!!'

He ignored me. Pressing slowly, but not stopping, I could feel the monstrous invasion. The stinging of skin stretched beyond normal means. My rectum filled beyond capacity as never before. He would pull back ever so slightly and press in further. I was still frozen in pain and fear, finally able to release my grip on the arm of the chair and beat uselessly against his chest as the tears of pain and shame began to pour down my face.

He carried on until he filled me completely...His hips were pressed against mine, and I knew that his cock had conquered me. He was all the way inside me, although God knows how. I was sobbing quietly...Still shaking my head...Feebly beating my fist against his chest. This seemed to encourage him, and he slowly began to pull out. I nearly choked as I sucked in a breath at the feeling of that cock pulling out of me. He had done it. He had fucked me. He WAS fucking me. This priest who was supposed to hear my confession and forgive my sins was fucking me.

The sensation of his cock leaving me felt as if my bowels were about to be emptied. There was no chance for accidents...As soon as it felt that I was about to be emptied, he plowed right back in. I screamed silently and struggled against him to no avail. Again, he pulled his cock out slowly...And again he plowed right back in.

During this entire time of torment, my own cock never grew soft. The shame of my arousal haunts me to this day. As he continued to fuck me, he would occasionally grip and stroke me....Or he would tease me by running his fingers lightly over my sensitive cock head, causing me to squeal quietly and twist my hips, hoping to escape the torment.

It was hopeless. He fucked me slowly but mercilessly. I was helpless against him. My body betrayed me as I began to push back against him. My hips began to rock again...To ride his cock and grant him entrance.

He laughed at me as soon as I began to reciprocate.

'You see, my son? You are a cock whore. You are a faggot. There is no changing who you are. Learn to embrace this part of yourself. God made you this way. It is now your job to be the best cock whore you can become.'

His words both humiliated and aroused me more. Suddenly I felt the growing sensation begin to build and I began to rock against him wildly, hungry to have his cock thrusting deeper, pressing and stroking against that spot deep inside me that was causing pleasure, despite the pain of being stretched and filled to over capacity.

'Please...Please...Please..' I gasped over and over 'Please, I'm going to cum!'

He ignored me again and increased the speed of his thrusts. The chair began to rock crazily again as I rode it and he rode me. I screamed loudly, this time unable to control my voice. My cock erupted. Spurts of cum sprayed everywhere...Some splashed gleaming white against the contrast of his black cassock..Some splashed against my own chest and belly.

As I came, my body bore down, milking his cock and choking it. I felt the growth as he shot and felt the liquid warmth filling me. He sneered at me and grunted as he thrust his final shots into me, then nearly collapsing against me and the chair. His lips pressed against my ear and the sound of both of our ragged breaths and pounding hearts filled the small room.

He whispered into my ear quietly 'Your sins are forgiven, my son. Go and sin no more.'

With that, he pulled himself slowly out of my abused hole. I could fill it gape and leak as it was emptied. I gasped and quickly put my hand down there as if to block the escape of his cum from me and hide my emptiness.

I sat there, spent and catching my breath. He easily arranged himself, tucking his cock back in his pants, readjusting his cassock and wiping away the splashes of cum. He smoothed back his hair, smiled benevolently at me, turned and exited the confessional.

As soon as I was able to compose myself, I rose from the chair, still shaking. My fingers struggled to pick up my clothes and put them back on. I was barely able to button and zipper my pants.

I cautiously stepped outside the confessional to a dark and empty church. Puzzled, I looked at my watch and realized that a full two hours had passed. We had most likely been alone in the church for at least an hour.

I walked slowly, wincing in pain as I made my way out of the church and to my car. I sat in the driver's seat and caught a glimpse of my face in the rear view mirror. A stranger stared back at me, eyes swollen and red. Face flushed and stained with tears. I began to shake even more violently and began to sob aloud. I couldn't believe that I had been taken advantage of by the priest.


Bless Me Father for I have Sinned 01



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Losing her faith, Mother Superior sends Sister Kathryn to Father Thomas for counseling and for his spiritual guidance.

Author's Warning:

This story has explicit, X-rated sex between a priest and a nun of the Holy Order of Virgins. If you are offended by such a story, please do not continue to read about Sister Kathryn having graphic sex with Father Thomas.

Author Note:

Many men wonder and are curious to know what a Catholic Nun wears beneath her habit. They wear what any other woman wears. Most nuns wear panties and a bra. Those smaller breasted women wear panties without a bra with a slip or plain camisole while others, returning to the times of old, don't wear any underwear beneath their habit. Many nuns today don't wear habits but wear modern, modest blouses, appropriate length skirts, and a cap to signify they are a nun in the way that a priest wears a white collar to signify that he's a priest. Different from how nuns are shown in the movies, nuns don't wear makeup.

Although it may be many men's sexual fantasy to have sex with a nun, a national survey of tens of thousands of nuns has uncovered widespread sexual abuse of nuns within the Catholic Church. It's hard not to believe that nuns are sexually abused too after the scandal of children being sexually abused by priests. Yet, nonetheless, an astonishing statistic, four out of every ten nuns, more than 40% actually, of all Catholic Nuns have been sexually abused by Catholic Priests and/or by other Catholic Nuns, even by parishioners. It's even more of a staggering statistic when denoting that priests and nuns have taken vows of celibacy. If Catholics can't trust their priests and nuns to obey and abide by their vows of celibacy, who can they trust?

If one was to scratch the surface and delve behind the scenes with hidden cameras, despite their vows of celibacy, teaming with sexual frustration, the Catholic Church is seemingly a hot bed of sexual activity. If more than 40% of nuns are having reluctant, non-consensual, and forced sex, the percentage of priests and nuns having consensual sex between themselves and with members of their congregation are even higher. Perhaps it's time the Pope allowed priests and nuns to marry. Perhaps it's time the Pope allowed nuns to become priests. Perhaps it's time to reveal the mystery of what really goes on behind the altars, the closed rectory doors, and inside of a convent.

How dare they deceive us and disappoint us with their sexual behavior? How dare they continue to make us feel guilty with their holier than thou looks and attitudes for being human, when they are no better than the rest of us? How dare they continue to break their vows by continuing to break the 7th Commandment, Thou shall not commit adultery and the 10th Commandment, Thou shall not covet thou neighbor's wife (and husband). 

A woman of faith should feel safe in a convent, in a house of God, and/or in a house of worship without being a victim of the Devil and/or of sexual abuse by of all people, her priest. Sadly, traumatically, and tragically, after being so sexually abused and having their vows forcibly broken, many nuns have confessed that they were left with feelings of anger, rage, shame, anxiety, and depression. With the sexual abuse so horrific, rapes, gangbangs, and cum baths some nuns were diagnosed with PTSS, Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome.

Some nuns even considered leaving the religious life as a nun and others confessed to having thoughts of or had attempted suicide. Unable to cope with the shame, the embarrassment, and the humiliation, some nuns have taken their own lives by committing suicide. Just as they felt that they'd never make it to Heaven as a nun having forced or consensual sex anyway, they'd never see the light of Heaven after killing themselves either. Having broken their vows of celibacy whether forcibly or consensually by having sex with priests, other nuns, and/or with parishioners, the ultimate betrayal, they were wives of Jesus who cheated on God.

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This story is not an investigatory exposé on the sexual abuse of nuns, hardly that. This story is a work of fiction of a single incident that later blossomed into a sexual relationship between a priest and a nun that may have happened in real life as it happened in fiction. In the light of so very many nuns being sexually abused by priests, by other nuns, and by parishioners within their congregation, this work of fiction may be more of a work of non-fiction indeed.

Being that priests and nuns are human and mere mortal souls, sometimes a want, a need, and a lustful desire, may lead to sexual abuse and to even having consensual sex between a priest and a nun later. Being that priests and nuns are human and mere mortal souls, sometimes forced or consensual sex may happen between members of the clergy and members of the congregation. Priests and/or nuns having heterosexual, gay, or lesbian sex between one another has happened since the birth of the Catholic Church and will continue to happen behind closed rectory doors and inside of convents.

Since sexual abuse had been proven to happen on a regular basis within the confines of the Catholic Church, writing about the sexual lust of a priest and the sexual desires of a nun is fair game. Whether the sexual abuse happens in a convent, in the rectory, inside of a church, and even in the bingo halls during a bingo game, sexual abuse between a priest and a nun and/or between two nuns is just wrong. Even when the sex is consensual, sex between a priest and a nun, between two nuns, or two priests, is wrong too. It's just nasty. If we can't trust priests and nuns to be celibate after taking their vows of celibacy, who can we trust? How can we as Christians keep our vows when even our spiritual leaders can't?

Yet, by poking fun of a serious, sexual abuse issue that continues to exist within the Catholic Church, Bless Me Father for I have Sinned may bring more exposure (forgive the pun) to the problem of forbidden sex within the Catholic Church. Being that the sexual abuse of nuns existed even more back then and long before than it does now, updated from 1945 to modern time, this story is what the Bells of St. Mary should have been had it been made today. By taking the leap of disbelief, if you can imagine Bing Crosby having sex with Ingrid Bergman, then it should be easier to see Father Thomas having sex with Sister Kathryn.

With tongue firmly planted in cheek, I give you Bless Me Father for I have Sinned. If you will, think of this story as a modern day version of The Bells of St. Mary. Think of Father Thomas as Bing Crosby who played Father O'Malley and Sister Kathryn as Ingrid Bergman who played Sister Mary Benedict in the movie. This story, Bless Me Father for I have Sinned is a similar story, kind of, not really, well, not at all but it's a sexy story nonetheless and an inside look of what routinely happens between a priest and a nun. 

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Bless Me Father for I have Sinned, Chapter 1, Part 2

"Bless me Father for I have Sinned," said Sister Kathryn at confession.

Father John, who sat across from her in the confessional, bowed his head and closed his eyes while listening to the good Sister.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost," said Father John blessing the nun. "Tell me, Sister Kathryn, a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, what were your sins?"

Ashamed, embarrassed, and full of remorse, a fallen angel, Sister Kathryn broke eye contact and bit her lip before confessing her sins.

"I cursed seven times. I had bad thoughts of Sister Audrey when she took the biggest piece of pie. And," she said with a long and seemingly painful pause. "I had sex with Father Thomas," said the nun.

As if splashing him with icy cold water, Father John popped open his eyes to look up at the nun with a face full of shock and curiosity.

"Sex? Sorry Sister. Perhaps I didn't hear you correctly," said Father John straightening his posture in the booth while staring at the nun. "Did you say sex? Did you say that you had sex with Father Thomas?"

Sister Kathryn looked at the priest through the screened partition as if she was looking at a holy spirit in her room.

"Yes, Father. I said sex. I'm embarrassed to confess that I had sex with Father Thomas," she said with deep feelings of guilt, remorse, regret, and disgrace.

"When you said you had sex with Father Thomas, did you have touchy and feely sex while kissing?"

Not looking at her priest, she continued looking down at the confessional floor.

"No, it was more than that Father," she said.

Leaning forward to move closer to her, he cleared his throat before speaking.

"When you said you had sex with Father Thomas, did you have vaginal, sexual intercourse?"

Father John looked at Sister Kathryn with a sudden keen interest and Sister Kathryn looked at the priest shocked that he'd even ask her such a question.

"Dear Heavens me. God no, Father John," said Sister Kathryn taking her cross in hand to kiss it. "I can't believe you'd even ask such a question. I'd never break my vow of celibacy, never," she said.

Father John looked at her embarrassed.

"My apologies Sister Kathryn for insulting you by asking you that," he said. "Please forgive me."

As if she was an actress giving her line on stage of a Broadway play, she straightened her posture and lifted her chin high before speaking again but this time without reservation or apology.

"Something I've given hundreds of men before becoming a nun and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, I merely gave Father Thomas a hand job. While he kissed me, French kissed, I stroked his cock," she said as if giving her priest a holy hand job was permissible between two members of the clergy in the Catholic Church. "While he felt my bra clad breasts, fingered my nipples, and felt my panty clad ass through my habit, I stroked his cock," she said whispering before pausing to see how the priest reacted to her confession.

Seemingly ready to burst through the confessional to have sex with Sister Kathryn himself, Father John did his best to look up at her with a non-judgmental face.

"Please continue Sister. For me to give you my forgiveness, you must tell me everything," said the priest.

Sister Kathryn took a big breath before speaking again.

"Then, while he continued fondling my tits and fingering my nipples through my habit, as if I was praying, I kneeled before him, took his priestly prick in my mouth, and sucked him. Nothing new there either," she said. "Before becoming a nun, I sucked lots of cocks. Yet, it was different with Father Thomas. With him helping me to restore my faith, the kind and giving Father filled my mouth with his goodness and I swallowed his holy seed," she looked up at her priest again.

Father John's mouth fell open and he stared at her as if she was naked after he undressed her with his wide-eyed stare.

"For me to give you total absolution of your sins, without leaving anything out, you must tell me all that happened sister," he said.

With the confessional booth suddenly softly shaking, Father John masturbated himself behind the enclosed partition in the confessional. Looking around her as if there was an earthquake, Sister Kathryn nodded her head before speaking again.

"Then, commanding me to spread my legs and put my elbows on his desk, he bent me over his desk, in the way that James Spader as Mr. Grey did with Maggie Gyllenhaal as Lee Holloway in the Secretary. As if covering a religious statue with a black shroud, he lifted my habit up and over my head before bunching it around my neck in the way of an oxen's yoke," said Sister Kathryn.

Stroking himself faster and harder, the confessional booth creaked and groaned while Father John self-abused himself.

"And then what happened Sister. Tell me. Tell me everything. Don't leave anything out," said Father John seemingly out of breath.

Pretending she didn't know what he was doing on the other side of the confessional, she gave him a sexy look with her best naughty smile before speaking again.

"He removed my panties and unhooked and lifted my bra. My big tits fell in the palm of his horny hands. He fingered my nipples before lubing my rectum with gel. In order for him to restore my faith, I allowed Father Thomas to inject me with his goodness by not only cumming in my mouth but also in my ass too. I allowed Father Thomas to give me anal sex, Father John," said Sister Kathryn.

With the Father John's face as red as the devil's cape, the priest put a finger to his collar to loosen it.

"Oh, my God," said Father John in a quivering voice while seeming sexually excited by Sister Kathryn's confession.

As if she was smiling at the Holy Spirit, she gave the priest a reverent smile. 

"He restored my faith Father. He did. He truly did. Only, even though Father Thomas assured me that it wasn't a sin what we did and that no vows were officially broken, I wanted a second opinion," she said. 

She seemed proud that she didn't break her vow of celibacy by only giving her priest a hand job, a blowjob, and anal sex instead of having vaginal, sexual intercourse.

"I'm glad that Father Thomas took you under his wing, so to speak and showed you the way. As far as the Catholic Church is concerned by them turning a blind eye, hand jobs, blowjobs, and anal sex are permissible under a secret Canon Law written in Latin fine print. That was kind of Father Thomas to, um, restore your faith by showing you the loophole of how you can have sex without breaking your vow of celibacy," said Father John. "As your attrition, say one hundred Hail Mary's," said Father John.

Sister Kathryn bowed her head and signed herself.

"Thank you Father. God Bless you, Father. Peace be with you, Father" said the nun.

The priest held up his hand to make the sign of the cross.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. God bless you, Sister and may peace be with you too, but before you go," he said with some reservation. "If you have the time, I'd, um, like to see you in privately in the rectory. I, um, have something to show you, um, I mean, I just want to see something. Sorry, I, um, have something to give you," he said.

Sister Kathryn, while still a virgin and a Sister in good standing of the Holy Order of Virgins, albeit now a sexually enlightened nun, smiled a knowing smile.

"As long as you fill my mouth with your holy goodness as more reinforcement to my faith, I'd be happy to kneel before you while praying, stroking, and sucking your cock, Father John," whispered Sister Kathryn.

Father Thomas looked at Sister Kathryn with sexual excitement. He looked at her as if he was seeing a vision of a saint. 

"I'd like that," said Father John. Perhaps if we have the time, in the way that Father Thomas so kindly did, you can allow me to give you anal sex too as even more spiritual reinforcement."

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Bless Me Father for I have Sinned, Chapter 1, Part 3

Of all the women to become a nun, Elsa Olsen wasn't one of them. Too focused on the natural beauty of her physical appearance to welcome God in her life, she was more enamored with her long, naturally blonde hair and her big, blue eyes than she was with Jesus. Instead of seeing God staring back at her in her mirror, in love with herself and with her good looks, she only saw her beautiful self. If she thanked God for anything back then, she thanked him for her pretty face, her tall, slim, shapely body, and her big tits.

She loved her big tits. If she had to number and name her favorite parts of her body, she'd name her D cup breasts as number one and her shapely, round, firm ass as number too. Third, of course, would be her beautiful face, fourth would be her long, lush, naturally blonde hair and fifth would be her big blue eyes. Just as every man she dated loved feeling and sucking on her big tits, they loved feeling and squeezing her tight, round ass. While she stroked their cocks before sucking their cocks, she loved it when they felt her tits and fingered her nipples while French kissing her, rubbing her clit, and fingering her pussy.

Once proud of her collection of shoes, clothes, nail polishes, CD's, and sexy romance novels, Sister Kathryn was now proud of her accomplishments as a teacher of children in parochial school. Never thinking she could be happy as a nun, her life change couldn't be any more different and any more dramatic. Never believing she could live in a convent as a nun, always having reservations before taking her vows, yet after taking her vows of celibacy and poverty, she couldn't be happier.

"Amen."

After seeing the light and hearing her calling, Elsa Olsen had turned her life around. Before she became Sister Kathryn, a nun, and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, on her way to being a hand job artist and a blowjob specialist, she abandoned men and sex for religion and God. A complete turnaround along her fallen way, seemingly a disciple of the Devil, she did everything that a whore did but for sexual intercourse and anal sex. Even though she sucked her way through college, thankfully saving her virginity for her husband, whomever he may be, who knew her husband would be Jesus? 

In the way she loved looking in the mirror at her image, she loved seeing men's cocks. She adored men's pricks. In the way she was on her knees praying night and day now, she was on her knees stroking while sucking cock back then. In the way she loved her Lord Jesus Christ now, worshiping a false God, a phallic idol, she loved men's big, hard and hairy pricks then. 

In the way she attended confession once a month and received Holy Communion, as if that was her daily religious ritual, she had a difficult time going a day without sucking a man. Now, it had been more than ten years since she has had sex. It had been ten years since a man saw her naked, French kissed her, and felt her breasts and fingered her nipples. It had been more than ten years since she stroked a cock and sucked a cock.

"Hallelujah! Thank you, Jesus! Save from the Devil and from a whore's life, I'm free from all of that nonsense."

If she missed any one thing about her life before becoming a nun it was giving blowjobs. She loved stroking cock as much as she loved sucking cock. Yet, no matter her vow of celibacy and her abstention from sex, her memories of sucking cock have stayed with her from her old life to her new one. Whenever she allowed a sexual fantasy to creep in her head, it was always a sexual fantasy of her giving some man a blowjob. Sometimes, when horny and alone in her room, she played with her nipples while masturbating herself and while running a select list of those men she gave oral sex to through her mind. Sometimes, when really horny and alone in her room, she rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy while thinking about the men she had seen on the street and/or in church who she'd love to blow.

No longer ashamed, embarrassed, or remorseful, unable to stop her sexual desire for stiff pricks, she loved sucking cock. In the way her mother, Ingrid, confessed to her before she was married to her husband, Elsa's father, Hans, her mother loved sucking cocks too. Like mother like daughter, seemingly when it came to stroking cock and sucking cock, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Yet, now that she had forsaken the forbidden fruit of giving blowjobs to grateful men for religion and for God, she was done with all of that promiscuous sexual behavior. With that part of her deviant sexual life over and in her past, she had reinvented herself through her religion and with the help and guidance of her Lord God, Jesus Christ.

Before she found God, in the way that an alcoholic couldn't go a day without a drink, Sister Kathryn couldn't go a day without seeing a cock, stroking a cock, and sucking a cock. Seemingly addicted to sex then, in the way she was addicted to the Lord God Jesus Christ now, she had chosen the wrong path and had gotten lost before finding her way.




Bless Me Father for I have Sinned 01



"Hallelujah! Praise Jesus! Thank you, Jesus!"

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Only, a recent challenge and a new wrinkle in her holy, cloistered life as a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, Sister Kathryn had been struggling with her faith. Being that she was quickly closing in on the age where she couldn't safely have children, and with her working with children every day, she couldn't suppress the thought of wishing she had a child of her own. That of course would mean ending her life as a nun and marrying a man to start a family. Torn between the two, suddenly unhappy with wondering if she made a huge mistake becoming a nun, she was conflicted.

'Dear God, help me,' she silently prayed. 'What should I do? Should I stay and remain a nun or should I leave the convent for a chance at motherhood? Give me a sign?'

She took the Holy Mother in her confidence and confessed her struggle with her faith with her need to have a baby. Figuring that her Holy Mother must have had the same conflicts with wanting a child and struggling with her faith, she asked Mother Superior for her help and for her guidance. Their conversation ended without conclusion when the Holy Mother said she needed to pray on the issue and get back to her.

Sister Kathryn impatiently waited for Mother Superior to finish praying on the issue. As if she was a naughty, little girl being sent to the parochial school office instead of being an adult nun summoned to Mother Superior's office, the Holy Mother sent for her the next day. After a recent incident of the Mother Superior making a sexual pass at her, Sister Kathryn now feared the Holy Mother. With Sister Kathryn now questioning Mother Superior's intentions, her faith, her personal agenda, and her sexuality, she wondered how a woman, albeit a religious woman, who solicited her for lesbian sex, could possibly advise her. 

"Sister Kathryn," said the Holy Mother with a stern fac. "In light of our most recent conversation of you struggling with your faith over wanting to have a baby and a family of your own, you leave me no alternative."

'Oh, oh,' thought Sister Kathryn. 'Is she going to ask me to leave the convent?' Sister Kathryn looked at the Holy Mother with nervousness. 'Now what? Maybe I shouldn't have said anything to her. Maybe I shouldn't have taken her in my confidence.'

No doubt thinking that Mother Superior was going to ask her to leave the convent, she looked up at the Holy Mother with trepidation. Obviously, when she rebuked Mother Superior's sexual advances, this was her payback for not giving her what she so sexually wanted and needed, lesbian sex. Only, with her never having had or even wanting to have lesbian sex, if she was given a choice and God was okay with it, Sister Kathryn would much rather suck a cock than lick a pussy.

"I've been praying to Jesus very hard for him to restore my faith," said the nun.

While bobbing her head slowly up and down as if she was a bobble headed doll, Mother Superior gave her a smile of reverent understanding. That was her first act of kindness since she rebuked her lesbian, sexual advances.

"I know you have but sometimes we can't follow our chosen path alone. Sometimes we need help which is why I'm sending you to see Father Thomas. I've already told him in advance of you needing his help in restoring your faith," said Mother Superior.

'Father Thomas? Why him?' Sister Kathryn didn't understand how Father Thomas could help her when her Holy Mother couldn't.

When Mother Superior fell quiet and busied herself with the paperwork before her, Sister Kathryn stood to leave.

"Thank you, Holy Mother. Thank you," said Sister Kathryn.

Seemingly given a second chance, one that wasn't a career ending one, she'd go to see Father Thomas for his spiritual advice and religious counsel. Perhaps where she couldn't restore her faith alone by praying and reading the Bible, her priest could give her special instruction. Perhaps he was expert at restoring the lost faith of fallen nuns.

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Sister Kathryn of the Holy Order of Virgins was nervous about being sent to the rectory to see Father Thomas. In her more than ten years as a nun, she had never been inside of a rectory. She had never been alone with Father Thomas and/or with any other priest. She had seen him around the grounds and at Mass, of course, but other than to nod him her 'hello,' and sign him her blessing, she never had the reason to even have a conversation with him.

She knew who he was, of course, but was never asked to seek his help until now. She didn't feel comfortable about disclosing the private, personal issues she was having with her faith with a man, even if the man was a priest, especially when the man was her priest. Rarely even speaking to a man, odd for someone with her sexual past but she had been cloistered away in the convent and surrounded by women for the past ten years.

A good looking man, who could have worked as an actor or a model, there aren't many handsome priests who aren't homosexual. If the rumors she heard about him having sexual affairs with nuns and some of the sexually frustrated housewives and single moms of his congregation were true, she knew he was a heterosexual man. Only, she didn't know how such a man, especially a priest who broke his vow of celibacy, could restore her faith in God and in her religious beliefs. 

Even though she had heard that he had quite the reputation of having his sexual way with some of the Sisters of the Holy Order of Virgins as well with some of his lonely, female parishioners, she didn't believe them. She was the type of nun who only saw the good in people and not the bad. Unless she saw it first hand, the last thing she would believe is gossip, innuendos, and rumors especially when the person being accused was a priest. Yet, remaining vigilantly on edge just in case, red flags in the back of her mind kept her on high alert. What if the rumors were true?

For the sake of the other nuns not knowing her struggles with her faith, under the thinly veiled guise of her being sent to seek the help of the priest with some parochial school matters, she was sent to see Father Thomas. Instead of the Holy Mother helping her herself, she wondered what she did wrong for Mother Superior to send her to Father Thomas. Perhaps this was her punishment for rejecting her lesbian, sexual advances. In hindsight, perhaps she should have welcomed her sexual overtures. Yet, before becoming a nun, when she was dating men and had a healthy sexual life, called many things, a slut, a whore, and promiscuous, but she wasn't a lesbian. Perhaps seeing Father Thomas was the next step and the last step in him asking her to leave the convent. 

'Dear God help me. As much as I want to have a baby of my own, I don't want to stop being a nun,' she prayed for God's help.

With her soliciting the Holy Mother's help, she didn't understand why Mother Superior couldn't help her. She didn't understand why she needed to see a priest, a man, for help with her indecision to leave the convent for motherhood. With him not being a woman, how could he possibly understand her dilemma of motherhood versus sisterhood? How could he possibly help her with her personal problems for her to make a decision regarding her personal life and her continued faith in Jesus?

As if she was an alcoholic and was being tempted to take a drink, even though she didn't believe them, the sexual rumors of the priest's admiration for women weighed heavily on her mind. Something she'd never do, break her vow to Jesus but, with him so very good looking and with her sometimes so very horny, she couldn't help herself from imagining having sex with her priest. She couldn't help herself from imagining taking the priest's cock in her hand and stroking him before taking his stiff prick in her mouth and sucking him while stroking him. 

'God, please help me. Please remove these salacious thoughts from my mind. Please give me the strength to find my faith. Please allow Father Thomas to help restore my faith,' she silently prayed while on her way to the rectory.

Trying to remain calm, she dismissed all of the bad things she heard about Father Thomas. Trying desperately not to believe that any of the rumors she heard about the priest were true, yet the Devil shook her faith with sexual images of her on her knees and sucking instead of praying. Feeling as if she was a lamb going to slaughter, what if the rumors she heard about Father Thomas were true. Once alone with him in the rectory, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd be another nun in a long line of nuns who had been sexually abused by their priest.

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She knocked at the closed, mahogany, rectory door. Ready to bolt when she heard no answer from within, thinking he may be out running errands or having his wicked sexual way with a lonely, female, sexually frustrated parishioner, she timidly knocked at the door again. This time, in addition to knocking, she called out to the priest too. First calling out meekly and mildly, she called out louder and bolder while knocking and calling his name.

"Father Thomas? Hello?" She knocked. "It's Sister Kathryn," she said waiting and listening at the door. She knocked again. "Father Thomas? Mother Superior sent me to see you. She said that I should talk to you and seek your spiritual help," she said through the thick door while pausing to listen again. She waited and listened before calling out again for the last time. "Father Thomas?" 

Ready to leave to return to the safety and sanctity of the convent, when she didn't hear any response, she knocked again for the last time. With the gossip and innuendos playing havoc with her mind, even though she didn't believe any of them, nonetheless afraid after all of the rumors she heard about him, she dreaded seeing him alone. Only what choice did she have? She had no choice. Mother Superior sent her to the priest and she couldn't disobey the Holy Mother. With one of her vows to become a nun to obey, she'd have holy Hell to pay if she disobeyed Mother Superior's instructions.

Putting off the inevitable, she just hoped he wasn't there. She prayed that he wasn't there. She'd say an extra hundred Hail Mary's if he doesn't answer his door. Then, when she heard movement from behind the rectory door and heard his voice, she had a heavy heart filled with dread. Obviously picking up on her psychic feelings, her mood turned as dark as her habit and as what she imagined that lurked behind that rectory door. One would think she was seeing Satan, the black Angel of Darkness, and the Devil himself, instead of seeing a man of faith, a man of God, and her priest.

Perhaps nothing more than rumors, she hoped that what she heard about her priest sexually abusing some of the Sisters of the Holy Order of Virgins and having sex with female parishioners wasn't true. Nothing more than gossip and hearsay, no doubt because he's so handsome, woman are so sexually attracted to him, and because they're so sexually frustrated, she truly believed it wasn't anything more than vicious lies. Yet, seemingly, every time a nun went to see him, she returned to the convent upset and in tears. Every time a nun went to see him, they were transferred to another parish, or they left the convent to live their lives as a married women with children.

Perhaps Father Thomas could clearly see if a nun had what it took to remain a nun. Perhaps he possessed a spiritual way to renew a nun's faith. Perhaps he was the final say whether a nun should stay or go. Perhaps because Father Thomas only saw the weakest nuns, those nuns who struggled with their faith, he really could help them to make the decision that she needed to make. She didn't consider herself as a weak nun but after she confessed to the Holy Mother that she was doubting her faith, perhaps the Holy Mother and Father Thomas deemed her weak.

"Come in Sister Kathryn. Come in," said Father Thomas from the other side of the door. "Welcome," he said coming around from behind his desk as soon as she opened the heavy, rectory door and closed it with a thud behind her. An antique door of beautiful craftsmanship, to buy such a splendid door today would cost a small fortune.

Not wasting any time in making his sexual intentions known, as soon as Sister Kathryn entered the rectory, closed the door behind her, and turned to face him, Father Thomas, who looked like George Clooney playing a priest, was all over her. As if he was a horny, sexually inexperienced, teenage boy, without even any warning, he walked to her and placed his hand on her ample breast through her habit. As if she was there for his sexual taking, he squeezed her breast while fondling her breast. By the shocked look on her face, not expecting her priest to just reach out and grope her breast, he surprised and startled her. 

To be continued...



Bless Me Father for I have Sinned 02



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Losing her faith, Mother Superior sends Sister Kathryn to Father Thomas for counseling and for his spiritual guidance.

Continued from Chapter 1:

"Father Thomas? Hello?" She knocked. "It's Sister Kathryn," she said waiting and listening at the door. She knocked again. "Father Thomas? Mother Superior sent me to see you. She said that I should talk to you and seek your spiritual help," she said through the thick door while pausing to listen again. She waited and listened before calling out again for the last time. "Father Thomas?" 

Ready to leave to return to the safety and sanctity of the convent, when she didn't hear any response, she knocked again for the last time. With the gossip and innuendos playing havoc with her mind, even though she didn't believe any of them, nonetheless afraid after all of the rumors she heard about him, she dreaded seeing him alone. Only what choice did she have? She had no choice. Mother Superior sent her to the priest and she couldn't disobey the Holy Mother. With one of her vows to become a nun to obey, she'd have holy Hell to pay if she disobeyed Mother Superior's instructions.

Putting off the inevitable, she just hoped he wasn't there. She prayed that he wasn't there. She'd say an extra hundred Hail Mary's if he doesn't answer his door. Then, when she heard movement from behind the rectory door and heard his voice, she had a heavy heart filled with dread. Obviously picking up on her psychic feelings, her mood turned as dark as her habit and as what she imagined that lurked behind that rectory door. One would think she was seeing Satan, the black Angel of Darkness, and the Devil himself, instead of seeing a man of faith, a man of God, and her priest.

Perhaps nothing more than rumors, she hoped that what she heard about her priest sexually abusing some of the Sisters of the Holy Order of Virgins and having sex with female parishioners wasn't true. Nothing more than gossip and hearsay, no doubt because he's so handsome, woman are so sexually attracted to him, and because they're so sexually frustrated, she truly believed it wasn't anything more than vicious lies. Yet, seemingly, every time a nun went to see him, she returned to the convent upset and in tears. Every time a nun went to see him, they were transferred to another parish, or they left the convent to live their lives as a married women with children.

Perhaps Father Thomas could clearly see if a nun had what it took to remain a nun. Perhaps he possessed a spiritual way to renew a nun's faith. Perhaps he was the final say whether a nun should stay or go. Perhaps because Father Thomas only saw the weakest nuns, those nuns who struggled with their faith, he really could help them to make the decision that she needed to make. She didn't consider herself as a weak nun but after she confessed to the Holy Mother that she was doubting her faith, perhaps the Holy Mother and Father Thomas deemed her weak.

"Come in Sister Kathryn. Come in," said Father Thomas from the other side of the door. "Welcome," he said coming around from behind his desk as soon as she opened the heavy, rectory door and closed it with a thud behind her. An antique door of beautiful craftsmanship, to buy such a splendid door today would cost a small fortune.

Not wasting any time in making his sexual intentions known, as soon as Sister Kathryn entered the rectory, closed the door behind her, and turned to face him, Father Thomas, who looked like George Clooney playing a priest, was all over her. As if he was a horny, sexually inexperienced, teenage boy, without even any warning, he walked to her and placed his hand on her ample breast through her habit. As if she was there for his sexual taking, he squeezed her breast while fondling her breast. By the shocked look on her face, not expecting her priest to just reach out and grope her breast, he surprised and startled her.

Chapter 2:

In had been a long time, years, since a man had touched her in such a sexual way and even longer since a man had touched her in such a sexually inappropriate way. Before she became a nun, even when on a date, it had been a long time, years, since a man had touched her breast without her welcoming his touch. She was stunned and already traumatized with the knowledge that the rumors she heard about the priest were now true. Instead of sexually arousing her, he sickened her with his touch. Instead of finding him sexually attractive, she found him to be nasty.

'Her priest touched, felt, and fondled her breast' she thought while unable to believe that he was groping her. The words screamed through her head as if a siren of warning. 'Her priest touched, felt, and fondled her breast.' Shocked beyond words, she couldn't believe it.

As if she had died and was moving towards the bright, white light, his inappropriate sexual touch removed her from the present. As if she suddenly wasn't there mentally, emotionally, and/or physically, as if she was having a nightmare, or was watching someone else being sexually molested, she stared down at his hand groping her breast while he stared at her. With him obviously watching for her reaction to see if she'd welcomed his hand and his sexual advances or reject his touch and reject his sexual advances, she froze into inaction. Thinking and believing that he was somehow going to help her renew her faith and restore her belief in God, she was in shock that he was touching, feeling, and fondling her breast.

'How dare he?'

She was a nun and not some whore. Something that no man or woman should ever touch, feel, and fondle especially a man and especially a priest, Father Thomas was touching, feeling, and fondling Sister Kathryn's breast. Touching and feeling her breast while fondling her breast, when she didn't stop him or even protest him touching her in such a sexually inappropriate way, he reached out his other hand to touch, feel, and fondle her other full breast. Obviously, he took her shocked reaction, surprised silence, and stunned inaction as welcoming his touch and wanting his sexual advances. Shocked beyond belief, she couldn't believe this was happening to her.

'Oh, my God,' was all that she could silently think. 'Oh, my God.'

Before she gave herself to God and took her vow of celibacy, she suddenly felt the same way she did when she was dating men who enjoyed feeling her up but who wouldn't take no for an answer. Only, she wasn't a nun then and hadn't taken her vow of celibacy. Moreover, now that her priest was one of those men who seemingly wouldn't take no for an answer, this wasn't some man she was dating. This was her priest who had taken a vow of celibacy too.

'How dare he touch her, feel her, and fondle her in such a sexually inappropriate way,' she thought while still staring down at his hands.

Then, as if touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts wasn't enough, he fingered the impressions that her nipples made through her bra and habit too. As if adjusting the station and volume control knobs on a radio, when he started fingering and pulling out the impressions of her nipples that emerged through her bra and through her habit, he kissed her. As shocked as she was when he reached out his hands to feel her breasts and finger her nipples, she was shocked that he leaned in and kissed her.

It didn't matter than he was a handsome and sexually desirable man. She was a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. She was a Roman Catholic nun who had taken her vow of celibacy. She was married to her Lord God, Jesus Christ. It didn't matter that he looked like George Clooney dressed as a priest. He was a Roman Catholic priest who had taken his vow of celibacy too.

'Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God,' were the only words that ran through her mind.

Just as she couldn't believe her priest touched her breasts, felt her breasts, fondled her breasts, and now fingered her nipples through her habit and bra, she couldn't believe her priest kissed her too.

'Oh, my God,' she thought again.

She was cheating on Jesus with of all men, a man of God, who was a Catholic Priest. She was cheating on Jesus with her priest, a man she was sent to by Mother Superior to help her find her faith.

'Oh, my God.'

Even though she didn't do anything other than allow him to touch her, feel her, and fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples, she just sinned. Paralyzed by his unwelcomed touches, as if he was feeling someone else, some other nun or parishioner, she helplessly stood there watching his hands touch, feel, and fondle her breasts while his fingers fingered her emerging nipples. Unable to stop him, too in shock to stop him, it was as if her soul and her will to resist had left her body. She looked down at his horny hands feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples from the rectory ceiling. Then, as if she just had a religious experience, she felt a familiar wetness between her thighs. As if she had just received an electrical shock, had been Tasered, or had just seen Satan, her eyes bugged out of her head in total disbelief that her priest had not only sexually molested her but also sexually aroused her.

'Oh, my God,' she thought while shocked that she was wet.

Unable to move herself away from his touch, with her nipples one of her erogenous zones, he was sexually exciting her by just fingering and pulling out her nipples. Before she was a nun, common and expected for a man to feel her breasts and finger her nipples while kissing her when she was on a date but she thought that was in her sexual past. Now that she was a nun, a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, she never expected her breasts to be groped, felt and fondled. She never expected her nipples to be fingered in such a wanton sexual way and especially not by her priest. Under the protection and watchful eye of God, she thought she'd be safe in the rectory from being sexually abused by of all men, her priest. 

'How dare he?'

Then, if it wasn't enough that he was feeling her breasts while fingering her nipples through her habit and bra, not even giving her a chance to resist, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him. As if she was his wife or his girlfriend, he took ownership of her body as if she wasn't even a nun and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. As if he had done this many times before, as he pulled her to him, he reached his hand down and around her to feel her firm, shapely, virginal ass through her long, loose, black robe and panties.

As if he had touched and felt her there before, as if his hand belonged there and was an appendage of her body, his big hand felt heavy but good on her ass. Seemingly with him knowing exactly how to sexually feel her ass, he must have had plenty of practice with other innocent nuns and lonely parishioners. With all the men who had ever felt, fondled, and groped her ass, he was the ass expert. She didn't think she could be sexually aroused by someone, by her priest just feeling her ass, but she was.

'Oh, my God,' she thought not with shock but with sexual excitement.

First with him touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts before fingering her nipples through her habit and bra, as soon as he felt her ass through her habit and panties, she was sick to her stomach again. She couldn't believe she was being so groped, touched, felt, and fondled. She couldn't believe she was being so sexually used and abused. She wanted to vomit her disgust all over his black suit and white collar.

More than feeling sick that she was being sexually violated, she felt embarrassed. She felt humiliated. She felt insulted. She was angry. Then, when he continued feeling her ass in such a sexual way while groping her breast, unable to stop herself from feeling the rush of sexual arousal, she was sexually excited.

'Dear God,' she silently prayed. 'Help me to resist temptation. Help me to remain strong against this Devil disguised as a priest.' 

Regardless of her obvious sexual excitement, a human reaction she couldn't control, just as he was a Catholic priest, she was a Catholic nun. Just as she'd never sexually and inappropriately grope, touch, feel, and fondle him, she couldn't believe that he was groping, touching, feeling, and fondling her. How dare he touch her in such a vile, sexual way? How dare he forsake his vow of celibacy to touch and feel her in such disrespectful, a sexual way? When she was the one losing her faith for having thoughts of wanting to marry a mortal man, have a child, and raise a family, he just wanted to have sex. Seemingly, he didn't care about her internal struggle of her losing her faith and about the recourses of their religion. Her being there was just a sexual opportunity to him.

'Oh, my God,' she thought. 'Oh, my God,' she silently prayed.

Then, with his fingers parting her butt cheeks through her clothes, when he attempted to part her lips with his tongue, as if awakening her from her nightmare with his attempted French kiss, she balked and recoiled. Instead of returning his kiss, pushing him away as if he was the Devil in disguise as a priest instead of a man of God, she turned her head from him and took a step back. Even though she was sexually aroused, she felt sexually assaulted. Even though she was sexually excited, she felt sexually molested. Even though she suddenly wanted to have her wicked sexual way with him in the way he was having his wicked sexual way with her, she felt brutalized by all men, and especially by her trusted priest.

'How dare he abused his power in this way,' she thought. 'He's no better than the Holy Mother making a pass at her and Sisters Angelica and Dolores asking her to join their lesbian affair,' she thought while still stunned that all of this was happening to her. 

No doubt, had Father Thomas not been a priest and Sister Kathryn not been a nun, he would have grabbed her by her neck, kissed her, and forced himself on her. No doubt, had Father Thomas not been a priest and Sister Kathryn not been a nun, he would stripped her naked and touched and felt her everywhere a priest should never touch and feel a nun. No doubt, had Father Thomas not been a priest and Sister Kathryn not been a nun, he would have grabbed her by her neck pulled her head down and forced her to suck his cock and swallow his cum. No doubt, had Father Thomas not been a priest and Sister Kathryn not been a nun, he would bent her across his desk, lifted her habit, pulled down her panties, and fucked her. Suddenly he awakened her with his inappropriate, sexual touch, she responded.

"Father Thomas! How dare you? What are you doing?"

He looked at her as if she was the crazy one.

"What am I doing?" He pushed back his chestnut brown hair as if he was a movie star on the set instead of a priest. "I'm saving you from yourself by helping to restore your faith," he said with a sick laugh.

With her being such a good and kind nun, she stared at him with all the hate she could muster, which by his insistency of him wanting to have sex with her wasn't nearly enough.

"How dare you treat me with such disregard and disrespect as if I'm a whore? I'm a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins and, as a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, you must treat me with the respect that I so deserve," she said. 

As if she was proud of being chaste and innocent, she stood tall and pushed out her chest. As if being a virgin was something to proclaim, she suddenly felt ridiculous that she was a virgin at her mature age. When young women half her age are having premarital sex and getting pregnant, she questioned why she had chosen this path. Especially with her being sexually abused by her priest and having to ward of lesbian passes made by her Holy Mother and her sister nuns, she couldn't help but feel that the Catholic religion was nothing more than a sham. Filled with gay and lesbian sex, she couldn't help but feel that the Catholic Church was a haven for sexual deviates and perverts.

Hopefully God will forgive her for thinking this but she suddenly felt ridiculous being married to Jesus and not being married to a mortal man. She suddenly wanted to be married to someone that she could hold, touch, kiss, and feel the weight of his body on top of her while making love to her before fucking her. Should she remain a nun in good standing in the Holy Order of Virgins, destined to be a virgin for the rest of her life, what choice did she have now? This was the only life she had known for the past ten years. If she left the order now, people would think there was something wrong with her for quitting being a nun. People would think she did something wrong and was asked to leave instead of leaving the Holy Order of Virgins voluntarily. 

She scolded him as if he was one of her disrespectful students who accidentally or deliberately touched her breasts. She rebuked him as if he was her date who bought her dinner and/or took her to a movie and now expected her to give him sex. Not a prude, whether it was accidental or deliberate, she had been touched more than once by a hand reaching through a crowd on the street. Yet, nothing more than a passing, quick, desperate grope on a crowded bus or subway train, she had never been sexually touched and felt in such a disrespectful and sexually abusive way since she became a nun.

Suddenly, with him awakening the sexual beast that lay sleeping within her, even though she was a virgin, she felt ridiculous to say that she was a virgin and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. Suddenly, with him awakening the sexual beast that lay sleeping within her, even though she was a nun and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, she felt wicked. She felt horny. Seemingly now, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Only, she couldn't do that. She took a vow of celibacy. She was married to Jesus. Just as she could never break her vow of celibacy, she couldn't throw her life of hard work, dedication, and devotion for sex.

She looked at him as if he had physically hurt her. She looked at him as if he had stabbed her heart with a knife instead of trying to part her full, pink lips with his slimy, snakelike tongue. She looked at him as if he had tried to rape her when he parted her ass cheeks through her habit and through her panties with his fingers. She looked at him in the way she looked at all men from her sexual past who were unable to take no for an answer when she told them that she wouldn't go all the way. She looked at him as if he was the Devil instead of a priest.

Only, with him indeed her priest, she expected more respect and more self-control from him that what he had shown her. At the very least, she expected him not to sexually assault her and physically brutalize her. She expected to feel safe in his presence when alone with him in the rectory and in God's house of worship. She expected him not to touch and feel her in such an inappropriate, unwanted, and uninvited sexual way. How dare he?

Yet, even though he was her priest, reverting back to the sexual woman she was before becoming a nun, she treated him in the same way that she treated all men who wouldn't take no for an answer. Being that she was married to Jesus, especially since she was married to Jesus, she looked at him as if he had just sinned against the Catholic Church and against God. By daring to sexually and inappropriately touch and feel her, he was not only breaking his vow of celibacy but trying to make her break her vow of celibacy too. 

How dare he temp her to break her vow of celibacy. How dare he break the 7th Commandment, Thou shall not commit adultery and the 10th Commandment, Thou shall not covet thou neighbor's wife. Now, with her no longer thinking of herself as a beautiful woman, she thought of herself as a Catholic Nun. Instead of thinking of herself as a sexually desirable woman, she thought of herself as a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. She thought of herself as one of the wives of Jesus Christ, our Lord God and Savior.




Bless Me Father for I have Sinned 02



Now instead of thinking of him as her priest, she thought of him as if he was a sexual predator and he was. She looked at him in the way she looked at all men from her past when she told them that she was saving her virginity for her husband, whomever he may be. She looked at him in the way she looked at all men from her past who were intent on despoiling her and deflowering her after she told them she couldn't see them anymore. She looked at him in the way she looked at all men from her past who were intent on despoiling her and deflowering her after she told them she that she was intent on becoming a nun. She looked at him in the way she looked at all men from her past who were intent on despoiling her and deflowering her after she told them she that she was saving herself for Jesus.

Instead of respecting her, thinking she was just giving them an excuse not to have sexual intercourse with them, they laughed at her. Instead of honoring her decision to remain a virgin, they tempted her with sex before trying to force themselves on her. As if she was their mountain they needed to climb and their conquest they needed to make, seemingly she insulted their manhood by wanting to remain a virgin. Yet, instead of apologizing to them for accepting their invitation to go out on a date with them, even though she had already given her heart, her body, and her soul to God, she never saw them again. Obviously, they didn't care about her as a person and in the way that her priest obviously doesn't care that she was a nun. They just wanted to have sex with her. They just wanted to fuck her.

'Good riddance. Bye,' she thought whenever thinking about closing that door to her past and to all of those men in her sexual life. 

Those men who constantly and continually pressured her to have sex, especially those men who pressured her to have sexual intercourse, inspired her to become a nun. Before she made her decision to become a nun and to give herself to body, her mind, her soul, and her heart to God, she gave her dates hand jobs. She even gave them blowjobs while they felt her tits and fingered her nipples but she wouldn't make love to them. She wouldn't have sexual intercourse with them and fuck them of course. With her still indecisive about becoming a nun, just in case she made her decision, she needed to remain a virgin. A rare woman and an odd duck, with her still a virgin and with it an odd thought for her to have, she was saving her pussy for Jesus.

She still couldn't believe the inappropriate behavior of Father Thomas. How dare he touch, feel, and fondle her breasts through her clothes. How dare he sexually arouse her by fingering the impressions of her emerging nipples through her habit and her bra? How dare he reach around behind her to feel her virginal ass and part her ass cheeks with his fingertips through her habit and panty? How dare he try and kiss her, French kiss her, and kiss her in such a passionately sexual way while feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and feeling her ass through her clothes? How dare he tempt her to break her vow of celibacy?

Instead of having to handle a horny man on a date, a man who seemingly had four hands, she had a new threat to her virginity from unexpected villains, first the Holy Mother, then sisters Christine, Angelica, and Dolores, and now her priest of all people. It was one thing when Mother Superior pushed her back on her bed when she unexpectedly came in her room to talk to her in private. It was quite another thing when she touched her naked breast through her nightgown, fingered her nipple, and reached between her legs to finger her naked pussy.

'Oh, my God,' she thought to herself while remembering that disturbing episode of sexual abuse.

It was something else entirely when she tried to part her lips with her tongue and tried to kiss her, French kiss. Feeling sexually abused from all angles, it was another thing when Sister Christine touched her naked breast and grabbed her naked ass when she was taking a shower. Yet this, her own priest trying to have his wicked sexual way with her was too much. Continually having to defend herself to save her honor and her virginity, she rebuked the Holy Mother in the way she reproved Sister Christine, Sisters Angelica and Dolores, and now admonished Father Thomas.

Who next? The Bishop? No doubt, if she met the Cardinal, he'd want to fuck her too. Maybe, if he had the chance to have an audience with him alone, perhaps the Pope would do her too. As if they never made them before God, how could these men take their vows of celibacy so lightly?

How dare he treat her in such a disrespectful way? How dare he touch her, feel her, and fondle her through her habit and underwear? How dare he sexually arouse her and give her erotic thoughts by fingering her nipples through her habit and bra? How dare he sexually excite her by fingering her nipples through her bra and feeling her ass through her habit and panty? How dare he disrespect her station in the church and disrespect her holy crucifix that hung from her neck by feeling her ass through her clothes while trying to French kiss her?

'Oh, my God.'

Maybe he should grope, feel, and fondle one of the other nuns, nuns she knows who have had sex with men and/or with women even after taking their vows celibacy. As if they're still whores, some nuns are just as slutty now as they were before they took their vows of celibacy. As if they're celebrity movie stars going to a club, some nuns don't even have the modesty of wearing panties beneath their habits. As if they're looking for someone to help them break their vow of celibacy, some nuns curse and tell off color jokes about men's private parts.

Only, she wasn't one of those nuns. Even though she had a sexual past, she wasn't anything like them. Already having had her sexual experiences that she appropriately put behind her, she was a good, kind, and morally modest nun. If any nun was a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, she exemplified the definition. She was here for God and not here to have sex with other nuns, her priest, and/or her parishioners.

Now, after catching Sister Mary with Playgirl magazines and catching Sister Theresa reading erotic and pornographic stories on Literotica, that was mild in comparison to what Mother Superior wanted and what Father Thomas was intent on doing to her virginal body. She was embarrassed when she walked in on Sister Angelica and Sister Dolores when they were both naked, going down on one another, and having lesbian sex while in the 69 position. She was even more embarrassed when they showed her no embarrassment, shame, modestly, and/or remorse by asking her to get naked too and join them.

Just as how dare her priest try and have sex with her, how dare the Holy Mother proposition her? How dare Sisters Angelica and Dolores try and enlist her into their little lesbian conclave? Obviously, when it comes to breaking vows over sex, the Church is broken? Obviously, when it comes to taking the vow of celibacy, with the Church turning a blind eye, these vows were meant to be broken. These vows were meaningless in the eyes of the Catholic Church.

'Dear God in Heaven, please deliver me from evil,' she thought when looking at her priest.

Seemingly twisted in his own mind, he looked at her as if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her and maybe she did. Seemingly, he looked at her as if she wasn't a nun and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins but a slut and a whore and maybe she was. Maybe he saw something in her that she was unable to see, admit, or realize. Seemingly possessed by the Devil, he looked at her as if he was no longer a man of God but a disciple of Satan.

How dare he treat her as if she was just another woman, a slutty whore from his congregation of lonely, sexually frustrated housewives, instead of treating her as one of the wives of Jesus? How dare he violate his vow of celibacy, abuse his power as a priest in the Catholic Church, and shame his collar by trying to have sex with her? How dare he? How dare he? How dare he?

"Of course. I see the issue now. I understand. I'm sorry. Relax. Bless you, my child," he said blessing her by making the sign of the cross with his extended hand and fingers. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost," he said. "We should talk about this before we continue, shall we?"

Talk about what? What's there to talk about? There's nothing to talk about. Continue? Continue with what? She's not going to continue with anything that he wants her to do sexually. The only thing she wanted to continue with doing was to leave the rectory and to return to the sanctity of the convent and to the safety of her room. Not inviting her to sit, with her looking as if she was ready to bolt, Father Thomas walked around her and locked his rectory door.

'Oh, oh,' she thought. 'Now what? Is he going to strip himself naked? Is he going to strip me naked too? Is he going to rape me? Is he going to force me to give him sex? Because she's now being kicked out of the convent as of this day after meeting with her priest, is he going to ruin her for God and fuck her?'

"Father?" 

Now panicked, Sister Kathryn looked from him to look at the locked door before returning her focused attention to her priest. She could run, perhaps even beat him to the locked door but, unless she lifted her habit to mid-thigh, it was hard for her to run without tripping over what she was wearing. She didn't know what to do other than to pray.

'Dear God in Heaven, please save me from this demonic priest. Dear Virgin Mary, please allow me to keep my virginity. Dear Saint Michael, please slay this diseased priest,' she silently prayed.

"There's no need to worry, my child. I'm not going to rape you, Sister Kathryn," he said with a demonic laugh. As if she was the crazy one, he talked to her in a calming voice, a voice that a psychiatrist would use with a patient. "Just in case there's an intruder, I lock my door whenever I want privacy," he said. "As you may know, this church is filled with prying eyes, busybodies, and sexually frustrated housewives who don't have a life of their own and who have grown sexually attracted to their priest."

'Sexually attracted to their priest? Oh, my God. By his own confession, the rumors of him having sex with the sexually frustrated housewives of his congregation as well as weak nuns are true,' she thought while trying to remain calm and not panic.

Suddenly, a myriad of thoughts ran through her mind. She wondered how many women he had sex with in his congregation. She wondered how many women he had sex with from other congregations. She wondered how many women he had sex with since becoming a priest. While leaving their morals and modesty behind, she wondered how many sexually frustrated housewives he counselled and consoled without the modesty of their clothes. Seemingly, his priestly position and white collar worked as a chick magnet.

Then she wondered how many women he impregnated and how many children sitting in church were his. He has no right to call himself priest. He should be excommunicated. He should be banned from the Church. How dare he call himself a priest? 

She had a good mind to report him to the Bishop. Only, with the Bishop a man too, who probably has had sexual indiscretions with parishioners as well as with nuns, what good would her reporting him do? If the Catholic Church didn't take action when priests were sexually abusing children, why would they take action now when priests use their position of power to sexually abuse nuns and parishioners? Especially when some of those nuns and parishioners who were sexually solicited were consenting adults, just because priests and nuns had broken their vows of celibacy, seemingly as far as the Catholic Church was concerned, it was no big deal. In the way that politicians customarily take bribes and police officers are on the take, the clergy have sex behind closed doors while imposing their holier than thou wills upon the masses.

Are there no more honorable people in the world? If she couldn't trust a politician who proclaims that he or she is a public servant, while serving their own personal agenda, who could she trust? If she couldn't trust a police officer who is sworn to uphold the law and then breaks the law by stealing from those thieves and drug dealers who steal from the public, who could she trust? If she couldn't trust her own Holy Mother and her sister nuns who made lesbian, sexual passes at her, who could she trust? If she couldn't trust a priest who took a vow of celibacy and was now determined to have sex with her in the private sanctity of his rectory, who could she trust? Is there no one, other than God, that she could trust?

As if Father Thomas was about to say a silent prayer, he bowed his head before looking up at the statute of Jesus that was positioned on the rectory wall behind her. Then, looking down from the statue, he looked at her with sexually excited eyes. With her trying to understand his motives in wanting to have sex with her, she looked at him with questioning eyes. In the way she took a vow of celibacy, he did too. In the way she was a woman of God, he was a man of God too. Yet, now erasing all of that with just a look, in the way he looked at her with sex, she looked at him with fright.

"Talk about what? I don't even know why I'm here in the rectory alone with you," said Sister Kathryn with a defiant attitude. She folded her arms across her breasts in the way one of the disobedient, young girls does that she teaches in parochial school.

Even though she was shocked, insulted, and angry that her priest touched, felt, and fondled her breasts while fingering her nipples, feeling her ass through her clothes, and trying to French kiss her, unable to stop the rush, she was sexually excited. Other than by her own fingers, it had been a very long time, years, since she was this sexually aroused by a man. Now feeling shame and embarrassment that she'd have such human, sexual feelings, she'd have to say a thousand Hail Mary's and flog herself with her leather rosary beads as soon as she returned to her room. Even more than that and even though none of this was her fault, she'd have to ask for God's forgiveness for sexually desiring a mere, mortal man over him, her husband. How dare she?

Perhaps, something planned between Mother Superior and Father Thomas, being tempted, maybe they were testing her faith to see what she'd do and how far she'd go. Maybe instead of falling to her knees to pray, they suspected that she'd fall to her knees to suck. Maybe this was nothing more than a test of her faith and the reason why Mother Superior sent her to see the priest. Duh, how dumb can she be not to see that this was nothing more than a test of her faith?

'Yes, of course, that's what this is. Especially when she had already rejected Mother Superior's lesbian solicitation, this is a test and the reason why the Holy Mother sent her to a priest, a man for this test of faith,' she thought. 'Of course this is a test, what else could this be? This is a test. This is just a test. No sense getting my panties in a bunch, it's just all a test of me and of my faith. If that's the case and if, indeed, this is just a test, I welcome the opportunity to pass such a test of my faith,' she thought to herself as if talking to herself.

After the recent sexual abuse scandal of Catholic Priests sexually using and abusing young boys, she had confessed to Mother Superior that she was having a difficult time believing. She was conflicted whether she should leave the order for marriage and to start a family. After working with children for so long, she'd love to have a child of her own. 

Yet, now that such immediate action was taken on her behalf, she needed to be judicious in what she voiced to her Holy Mother. Obviously, what she deemed as just a hiccup in her faith was a monumental moment to Mother Superior and Father Thomas. Instead of being angry with them, she needed to thank them and be grateful for their immediate help and spiritual support. 

'God bless them. God bless the both of them,' she silently thought.

She laughed at her folly in thinking that the Holy Mother and her priest were trying to temp her to break her vow of celibacy. How silly for her to think that? So foolish of her to think that such a holy woman and such a holy man would break their vows of celibacy for mere sex, she needed to be more trusting. She needed to believe that not everyone was out to get her. She needed to know that she was now in a safe place.

'Now that I know what this was, this is just about them wanting to see if I'd stumble in my faith for sex,' she thought. 'If that's the case, bring it on Father. Give me your best shot and I'll show you that, just as I'd never break my vow of celibacy, I'd never lose my faith in God and/or in my religion for sex with you or with anyone else but with Jesus.'

To be continued...

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Bless Me Father for I have Sinned 03



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Wishing she could marry, have a baby, and still be a nun, Sister Kathryn questioned her faith. She realized that Mother Superior and Father Thomas had tested her faith with sexual temptation. Sexually frustrated, Sister Kathryn wished she could still give hand jobs and blowjobs while still being a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins.

Continued from Chapter 2:

As if Father Thomas was about to say a silent prayer, he bowed his head before looking up at the statute of Jesus that was positioned on the rectory wall behind her. Then, looking down from the statue, he looked at her with sexually excited eyes. With her trying to understand his motives in wanting to have sex with her, she looked at him with questioning eyes. In the way she took a vow of celibacy, he did too. In the way she was a woman of God, he was a man of God too. Yet, now erasing all of that with just a look, in the way he looked at her with sex, she looked at him with fright.

"Talk about what? I don't even know why I'm here in the rectory alone with you," said Sister Kathryn with a defiant attitude. She folded her arms across her breasts in the way one of the disobedient, young girls does that she teaches in parochial school.

Even though she was shocked, insulted, and angry that her priest touched, felt, and fondled her breasts while fingering her nipples, feeling her ass through her clothes, and trying to French kiss her, unable to stop the rush, she was sexually excited. Other than by her own fingers, it had been a very long time, years, since she was this sexually aroused by a man. Now feeling shame and embarrassment that she'd have such human, sexual feelings, she'd have to say a thousand Hail Mary's and flog herself with her leather rosary beads as soon as she returned to her room. Even more than that and even though none of this was her fault, she'd have to ask for God's forgiveness for sexually desiring a mere, mortal man over him, her husband. How dare she?

Perhaps, something planned between Mother Superior and Father Thomas, being tempted, maybe they were testing her faith to see what she'd do and how far she'd go. Maybe instead of falling to her knees to pray, they suspected that she'd fall to her knees to suck. Maybe this was nothing more than a test of her faith and the reason why Mother Superior sent her to see the priest. Duh, how dumb can she be not to see that this was nothing more than a test of her faith?

'Yes, of course, that's what this is. Especially when she had already rejected Mother Superior's lesbian solicitation, this is a test and the reason why the Holy Mother sent her to a priest, a man for this test of faith,' she thought. 'Of course this is a test, what else could this be? This is a test. This is just a test. No sense getting my panties in a bunch, it's just all a test of me and of my faith. If that's the case and if, indeed, this is just a test, I welcome the opportunity to pass such a test of my faith,' she thought to herself as if talking to herself.

After the recent sexual abuse scandal of Catholic Priests sexually using and abusing young boys, she had confessed to Mother Superior that she was having a difficult time believing. She was conflicted whether she should leave the order for marriage and to start a family. After working with children for so long, she'd love to have a child of her own. 

Yet, now that such immediate action was taken on her behalf, she needed to be judicious in what she voiced to her Holy Mother. Obviously, what she deemed as just a hiccup in her faith was a monumental moment to Mother Superior and Father Thomas. Instead of being angry with them, she needed to thank them and be grateful for their immediate help and spiritual support. 

'God bless them. God bless the both of them,' she silently thought.

She laughed at her folly in thinking that the Holy Mother and her priest were trying to temp her to break her vow of celibacy. How silly for her to think that? So foolish of her to think that such a holy woman and such a holy man would break their vows of celibacy for mere sex, she needed to be more trusting. She needed to believe that not everyone was out to get her. She needed to know that she was now in a safe place.

'Now that I know what this was, this is just about them wanting to see if I'd stumble in my faith for sex,' she thought. 'If that's the case, bring it on Father. Give me your best shot and I'll show you that, just as I'd never break my vow of celibacy, I'd never lose my faith in God and/or in my religion for sex with you or with anyone else but with Jesus.'

Chapter 3:

Instead of trying to kiss her again, French kiss her while fondling her breasts, fingering her nipples, feeling her ass, and sexually arousing her, Father Thomas changed his tone and softened his approach. He changed his strategy from that of sexual abuse between a priest and a nun for a more romantic seduction between a man and a woman. Obviously suspecting that Sister Kathryn wanted him, regardless of their vows of celibacy, with both of them human and neither one hardly saintly, she was a desirable woman and he was a sexual man after all. With the priest having been down this sexually forbidden path many times before, even though he was ready for sex, obviously she wasn't ready. He had work to do to persuade her to have sex with him.

With her being more of a challenge than a sure thing, he now looked at her differently. In the way he should have looked at her from the beginning, he now looked at her with kind understanding and reverence instead of sexual passion and perverse lust. With this her first time testing the boundaries of her vow of celibacy, even though she was a woman first and a nun second, he needed to take it slow with her. She had left her sexual life behind to live her new chaste life as a nun in a convent. Now, for her to make a sudden change in attitude to embrace her old sexual life again while still a nun was something she never even considered was possible and/or permissible to do.

Obviously, with Sister Kathryn having quite the sordid, sexual past before becoming a nun, been there and done that, she didn't respond well to a man coming on to her too strongly. Judging her by her proclivity of giving unsuspecting men hand jobs and blowjobs, she was a woman who preferred taking control of men when having sex with them. With her having a vast amount of sexual experience, perhaps even more sexual experience than her sexually abusive priest, just as she knew how to handle men, she knew how to handle herself in any given sexual situation. Especially a priest, she didn't like men forcing themselves on her and forcing her to do sexual things that she didn't want to do or wasn't ready to do. Sex needed to be her decision without being pressured, coerced, and/or forced.

'How dare he?'

Instead of trying to fill her with his erect penis, perish the thought, now more solicitous of her, he filled her with his warmth and with his goodness. Instead of seemingly being possessed by the Devil, he was now the priest she thought he was and who he should have been when she first entered the rectory. A good and kind nun, she had an inherent love for people, especially for children. Always having given everyone the benefit of the doubt and a second chance, now she felt guilty for her bad thoughts of Father Thomas and of Mother Superior. How dare she think so poorly of them and of their motives?

Now with her priest acting so solicitous of her, she questioned her judgment, her first impression, and her opinion of him. How could she possibly think so badly of her priest and of her Holy Mother? How dare she? Only, she was shocked when he touched, felt, and fondled her breast. Just for what she was sexually thinking after Father Thomas sexually aroused her by fingering her nipples and feeling her ass, she'd have to say another one thousand Hail Mary's. She'd have to flog her back with her leather rosary beads until she bled in the way that Jesus bled when crucified on the cross. 

Before, when she thought she was being sexually abused by her priest of all people, she looked at him as if he had slapped her across her face before stripping her naked. Yet, with him attacking her by immediately touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts while fingering her nipples, what was she supposed to think? How could she not feel that she was being physically attacked, religiously violated, and sexually abused? With him giving her the wrong impression, she looked at him as if he had taken something from her, her innocence, her unfaltering belief in the Catholic religion, and her love for God. Only now that she surmised that this was nothing more than a temptation, a test, and a vile, sexual game and poorly thought out joke played on her, she relaxed enough to continue with their spiritual experiment.

In the way she embraced God with her faith in her religion and with her love for Jesus, fearing no evil, even from her Holy Mother and/or from her priest, she was unafraid. In the way she felt and remained strong in her faith and religion, other than from within herself, there was nothing that anyone could do to her to shake that sacred feeling. Her doubts of her faith, her religion, and her God were from within her struggle to live a chaste life as a nun and as a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins. Her doubts of her faith, her religion, and her God were from wanting to have a real husband of flesh and blood, instead of only having the essence of God. She wanted more. She wanted to have her own child instead of having to care for other women's children. She wanted to have sex.

Now she berated herself for being so suspicious that the intentions of Mother Superior and her priest in helping her were sexual. How dare she think that? Once she passed her test of faith, she'd apologize to them both. Once she passed her test of faith, she'd never doubt herself again. Just as she still had her faith, albeit a little wavering, she still had God and a flock of her most trusted angels by her side.

Yet, if only nuns cold marry and she could have a child, she'd feel so blessed. If only nuns were allowed to have sex with priests, other nuns, and a select few members of her congregation while still being a nun in good standing, she'd feel so blessed. Moreover, now that she had the ear of God, if only nuns could become not priests but priestesses too instead of just nuns that would be so wonderful. 

With the Catholic Church seemingly an all-male religious sect, why couldn't nuns become Bishops, Cardinals, and even aspire to becoming the first female Pope? When nuns do most of the heavy lifting, the cooking, the cleaning, teaching others' children, and caring for the poor, the sick, the needy, and the infirmed, it's time that the Catholic Church gave women more responsible positions within the Church. Sometimes, with her job a seemingly thankless one, she felt more like a housewife, albeit one without a husband and without a family, than she did a nun.

'There before God go I,' she thought while silently praying. 'I bare my soul to you, Lord God, Jesus Christ, my husband. Thank you Jesus for showing me the way. Taking it upon myself to initiate change, I accept my role in trying to change the Catholic Church and make it a better place for women.'

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Besides, nothing new, with her being groped, fondled, and felt, even though she was a virgin, she had been kissed many times before entering the convent and before taking her vows of celibacy, obedience, and poverty. Something that came as a complete surprise to her, as long as she wasn't married or divorced, she didn't need to be a virgin to be a nun but she was a virgin nonetheless. With her never being married, she couldn't be a nun if she was married or had been divorced, unless she had her marriage annulled.

Sometimes with her seemingly holier than thou to those men she dated, she was the cause of many men's sexual frustrations, wet dreams, and their need to masturbate themselves later than night. Yet, with her having done everything short of sexual intercourse before becoming a nun, she had even given her date a blowjob after her senior prom back when she was 18-years-old. God, if she missed one thing about becoming a nun, she missed stroking cock and sucking cock. She missed seeing the looks on men's faces when they ejaculated their cum in her mouth.

Her sexual choice before becoming a nun, her religious loophole, so to speak, hand jobs and blowjobs were her way of saving her virginity, saving herself from living a life of sin, and keeping herself chaste. Even more than that, keeping her from becoming pregnant, hand jobs and blowjobs were her best and safest form of birth control. Saving herself for her special someone, namely her husband, and later specifically Jesus, she wanted to remain a virgin until when she married.

Only thinking that she'd marry a mere, mortal man and have children of her own, just as she never thought she'd become a nun, she never thought she'd marry Jesus. She never thought she'd be one of the numerous wives of Jesus Christ, her Lord, Savior, and Almighty God. Whenever she thinks of the millions of brides Jesus has, she cringes. He'd have to emboss a number on their foreheads to tell them apart. Yet, something she'd never dare say out loud, it bothered her that Jesus could have so many spiritual wives and she could only have one spiritual husband. Her life would be so much better if only she could have a husband in Heaven and a second husband on Earth.

'Amen,' she thought while genuflecting and signing herself in her mind.

Even though she had always been religious, attending Mass every Sunday and receiving Holy Communion every month, she never thought of becoming a nun. With all of the hand jobs and blowjobs she had given men all through her four years of college, her becoming a nun was akin to Mother Theresa becoming a whore. Back then, when she was young, tall, blonde, busty, and beautiful, with big, blue eyes, she never thought of living her life without sex, money, makeup, and new shoes.

Thinking more of living in a big house with a handsome husband, a fancy car, and two children, a boy and a girl, she never thought of living a life of continence, chastity, celibacy, and poverty. She never thought she'd live a consecrated, chaste life. She always had an interest in the history of religion, especially the Catholic religion. Yet, it wasn't until she graduated from college with a degree in theology that she thought of giving herself to God, devoting herself to her religion, and living the rest of her life in a convent.

Still, even now that she's a nun, a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, sometimes when alone in her room and feeling horny and/or weak, she imagined giving a man she met at mass a hand job. Unable to suppress the sexual thought, even now, she sometimes enjoyed imagining the look on his face when she felt him through his pants before pulling down his zipper and pulling out his cock to stroke him. While dressed as a nun in her black habit and with her crucifix dangling from her neck, she enjoyed imagining the look on his face when she stroked him before moving to her knees to suck him.

'Oh, my God, if only she could still give hand jobs and blowjobs without breaking her vow of celibacy, she would,' she thought whenever masturbating herself. While fingering her nipples with one hand and fingering her pussy with her other hand, she still thought of stroking cock and sucking cock.

How sexually wicked to suck some man who she didn't even know and didn't even know his name? Combining her love of religion and her love of God with her love of sex, how perversely perverted to stroke and suck some man in church? Sometimes, with a man she noticed from across the aisle, she imagined giving him a hand job and him cumming all over holy hand. Perish the thought, sometimes while touching and masturbating herself for pent up sexual pleasure, she imagined wrapping her sisterly hand around a man's penis. She imagined fondling his cock before stroking his cock. She imagined stroking him harder and faster until he shot his warm, oozy load all over her habit.

'Oh, my God, what a mess. Now look what you've done. I'll have to lick it all up,' she imagined saying to the man while lifting up her habit to lick it and suck it clean of his cum.

Unable to prevent herself from having the salacious, sexual thoughts, she hoped that God would forgive her for her sexually scandalous thoughts. Yet sometimes, falling to her knees to suck instead of to pray, she imagined giving a good looking and/or interesting man she saw on the street oral, sexual pleasure in the way she used to do with so very many men. Sometimes by the grace of her God given talent for sucking cock, she imagined the warm, oozy cum of a movie star, a singer, or a celebrity coating her hand and/or her tongue and throat. Sometimes while she was dressed as a nun, with him on the verge of cumming from her blowjob, when she released him from her mouth, she imagined a man ejaculating cum all over her habit and all over her face. Sometimes, as if there was a man with her in her room, she imagined stroking him before sucking him. Sometimes, as if a man was really there with her in her room, she imagined tasting a man and swallowing his cum while she masturbated herself.

'Oh, my God, my sexual fantasy was so real,' she thought while fingering her nipples and rubbing her clit. 'I'm so horny. I'm so sexually frustrated. It's so hard being a nun and not being about to have sex,' she thought while masturbating herself.

Sometimes when alone in her room and feeling horny and/or weak, she imagined herself on her knees in front of a handsome parishioner and giving him a blowjob instead of a blessing. Instead of being on her knees praying, not too proud and/or embarrassed to admit it, she imagined herself on her knees sucking a man, any man, and every man she wanted to give oral pleasure. In the way that men used to do with her, she imagined a man kissing her, French kissing her while touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her clothes. Returning the favor of his touch and his feels, in the way that men enjoyed touching and feeling her, she imagined touching and feeling a man's cock through his pants while kissing and kissing him.

Sometimes, when alone in her room and in the way that Father Thomas had just done with her by fingering her nipples and feeling her ass, she imagined a man sexually arousing her enough to weaken her faith. She imagined a man sexually exciting her enough for her to turn her head away enough from God to embrace the Devil and to have sexual intercourse and make love before fucking. Only, just as she'd never turn her back on God, and just as she'd never embrace the Devil, she'd never break her vow of celibacy for any man. With her intent on remaining a virgin, she'd never have sexual intercourse with any mortal man. With her already having had enough sex in her life with so very many different men, she'd never break her vow for sex.

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'Oh, dear God help me. Save me from sin. Save me from the Devil. Save me from evil and from temptation. Save me from Father Thomas. Help me to pass Mother Superior's test of my faith by resisting the sexual temptation of Father Thomas. Amen,' she silently prayed.

Now with all of her sexual fantasies of stroking a cock while sucking a cock flooding her mind and wetting her pussy with her womanly vaginal secretions, she blamed her horniness and sexual frustration on Father Thomas. With her unable to dam them back up, he had opened her sexual floodgates. Even though she had many thoughts of having sex with men before, he was the one who had sexually aroused her enough for her to have those thoughts again. It was his fault that she was so horny. It was his fault that she was so sexually frustrated. It was his fault that she was even having more doubts about continuing to remain a nun.




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Now, in the way her praying to God, reading the Bible, and devoting herself to instructing school children, she thought of cocks. Big cocks, small cocks, flaccid cocks, and erect cocks, she couldn't erase men's pricks from her mind. Now she imagined a man putting her hand on his erection through his pants. Now she imagined Father Thomas wrapping her hand around his cock. Now she imagined herself on her knees in front Father Thomas and her giving him her holiest blowjob while he put a heavy hand to the back of her head. She imagined Father Thomas humping her mouth and fucking her face until he exploded his holy seed in her mouth and down her throat.

In the way she had done so very many times before, she imagined feeling Father Thomas' hardening erection while kissing and kissing him, French kissing him. In the way she had done before giving herself to God and becoming a nun, she imagined unzipping him and reaching her hand inside to pull out his prick. In the way she had seen, fondled, and stroked so very many erect cocks before, she imagined looking down at her priest's engorged prick to stare at his cock while fondling his prick and stroking his prick before sucking his prick. Then, while looking up at him with her big, blue eyes, she imagined taking him in her mouth to suck him while stroking him. As if giving her Holy Communion albeit in liquid form, as if he was her Lord, God, Jesus Christ, she imagined Father Thomas cumming in her mouth and her swallowing his offering. 

'Good God Almighty, help me to resist temptation,' she silently prayed. 'Help me to pass this test of faith. With the help of Mother Superior and Father Thomas, help me to restore my faith. Amen.'

Sometimes, when alone in her room and feeling horny and/or weak, she had wondered what it would feel like to feel a man between her legs humping her, making love to her, and fucking her. As if it was her cross never to bear, she imagined what it must feel like to feel the heaviness of a man's naked body on her naked body. She imagined what it must feel like for a man to sexually want her enough to cum inside of her.

God forgive her but instead of being married to the spirit of Jesus, she imagined a mortal man telling her that he loved her while filling her pussy with his seed and her womb with his baby. She imagined what it would be like to have a child of her own. She imagined what it would feel like to live in a big house with her own children instead of with other nuns and taking care of someone else's children as a parochial school teacher.

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Back then, so long ago, before seeing the light and hearing her calling, when she was young and stupid, when she wasn't on her knees praying to God, she was on her knees sucking cock. God she sucked so many cocks that she had no idea how many cocks she sucked. Painful for her now to remember, with her having given so very men so very many hand jobs and blowjobs, she had stroked and sucked more cock than she could even remember. Unable to remember most of their names, there were just too many men to remember how many men she stroked and sucked. As if she was a gay man instead of a promiscuous woman, if she was to hazard a guess how many men she had sex with, she must have had sex with at least a couple hundred men.

Why was she like that, such a whore? She didn't know. Why did she do that, stroke and blow so very many men? She didn't know. As if she was Mary Magdalene reincarnated, obviously, she enjoyed stroking men's cocks as much as she enjoyed sucking men's cocks. As if a gift from God, she had a special talent and a God given skill for giving me pleasure with hand jobs and blowjobs.

While her dates made out with her and felt her through her clothes, just as men loved getting her sexually aroused, she loved getting men sexually excited too. With the hardness of their cocks showing her how much they wanted her, she loved feeling their erections and playing with the heads of their cocks with her manicured fingertips through their pants. While kissing and kissing them, French kissing them, she loved slowly unzipping them and removing their penises from their underwear. She loved seeing the looks on their faces when she reached her hand inside their pants and felt their erections through their underwear. Just as she loved wrapping her fingers around their stiff pricks while stroking them to a harder and bigger erection, she loved it when they touched, felt, and fondled her big, naked tits while fingering her erect nipples. As much as she loved stroking them, she loved sucking them too.

'Oh, my God, I so miss holding a hard prick in my hand. I miss the sensation of feeling a cock in my mouth,' she thought while suddenly thinking of Father Thomas' hard prick. 'I so miss having my breasts felt and fondled and my nipples fingered and sucked,' she thought while thinking of Father Thomas having his wicked, sexual way with her virginal body. 'I'm so sorry, God. Please forgive me for my inappropriate, sexually frustrated thoughts.'

Then, when her multitude of boyfriends were hard enough and sexually aroused enough, she loved taking men from her hand to her mouth. Surprising them, as if they didn't expect her to blow them but only imagined her stroking them, she loved seeing the look of shocked sexual excitement on their faces. With men putting women up on a pedestal, seemingly men don't think that beautiful women suck cock. Expecting only the average and plain looking and/or homely women to suck cock, beautiful women enjoy giving blowjobs too. 

While staring up at them with her blue eyes and with their hard, hairy cocks in her mouth, she loved sucking their cocks as much as she love stroking their cocks. Now, if only in her horny imagination, she wished she had fucked their cocks too. Then, as if giving her their applause, she loved it when the men she sucked showed their appreciation for her cock sucking skills by ejaculating their cum in her mouth.

For a blowjob well down, as if their semen was her just reward for sucking them to ejaculation, she loved sexually satisfying so many men with her hand and with her mouth. As much as she enjoyed them staring down at her while she stroked their cocks and sucked their cocks, she loved staring up at them with their hard, hairy pricks in her mouth. Then, with her in sexual control of them, feeling so empowered, when they lost all control was her favorite part of giving men blowjobs.

With her having swallowed a bucket full of cum in the course of her sexual life, had they all ejaculated in her pussy instead of her mouth and impregnated her, she could have had a small army of children. She was glad that no one could hear her thoughts and/or read her mind but for her all-seeing and all-knowing God. Feeling guilty about having salacious, sexual thoughts, she'd pray longer and harder tonight when she returned to her room. 

Sometimes, especially in the way she was now being tempted, tormented, and tested by Mother Superior and Father Thomas, she felt that sex was gradually replacing her faith. Sometimes she felt herself turning from God's bright, white light of Heaven and turning to Satan's bright, red fires of Hell. When seeing steamy love stories on TV or reading about them in a book, she wondered if she had made a mistake by missing out on her love story by giving her body, her mind, her heart, and her soul to Jesus Christ. Instead of giving her heart to an ordinary man, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd be happier as a wife and mother instead of as a nun. She'd be happiest if only she could have both while still being a nun, a God in Heaven and a husband on Earth. She'd be happier if only she could have sex while being a nun in good standing too.

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During her time spent in Theology College, a bit oxymoronic in her study of religion, she had grown quite fond of giving the numerous men she dated what they all so seemingly wanted. With so many young women not sucking cock back then, every man she knew wanted a blowjob. Maybe somehow intuitively knowing she'd become a nun, yet before giving herself to God, as her last hurrah, she wanted to stroke and suck a lot of men, as many men as she could, while they felt her tits and fingered her nipples.

Never thinking that she was back then, until now, with her sexual feelings for Father Thomas, maybe she was just a slut and a whore, albeit a virginal slut and whore. Perhaps, a blessing in disguise, with her walking the path of the Devil then, it was a good thing she discovered religion and found God now, before it was too late to save her soul. Actually, as long the sinner accepts Jesus Christ before they die, it's never too late to save themselves from the burning fires of Hell and the eternal damnation of the Devil.

Only, rather than giving the men she dated sexual intercourse, rather than making love and fucking, she had grown quite fond of cocks and giving the men she dated sexual pleasure with hand jobs and blowjobs. Rather than running the risk of getting pregnant, she allowed them to cum all over her hand or in her mouth instead of cumming in her pussy while even allowing them to watch her swallow. As they felt her big, naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples, she'd kissed them while stroking them before moving her head down to suck them. Only, she wasn't known as Sister Kathryn back then, her birth name was Elsa Olsen.

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Bless Me Father for I have Sinned, Chapter 4

Sacred albeit salaciously sacrilegious, with Sister Kathryn reluctant at first, Father Thomas confesses his plan to have anal sex with Sister Kathryn

Continued from Chapter 3:

During her time spent in Theology College, a bit oxymoronic in her study of religion, she had grown quite fond of giving the numerous men she dated what they all so seemingly wanted.  With so many young women not sucking cock back then, every man she knew wanted a blowjob.  Maybe somehow intuitively knowing she’d become a nun, yet before giving herself to God, as her last hurrah, she wanted to stroke and suck a lot of men, as many men as she could, while they felt her tits and fingered her nipples.

Never thinking that she was back then, until now, with her sexual feelings for Father Thomas, maybe she was just a slut and a whore, albeit a virginal slut and whore.  Perhaps, a blessing in disguise, with her walking the path of the Devil then, it was a good thing she discovered religion and found God now, before it was too late to save her soul.  Actually, as long the sinner accepts Jesus Christ before they die, it’s never too late to save themselves from the burning fires of Hell and the eternal damnation of the Devil.

Only, rather than giving the men she dated sexual intercourse, rather than making love and fucking, she had grown quite fond of cocks and giving the men she dated sexual pleasure with hand jobs and blowjobs.  Rather than running the risk of getting pregnant, she allowed them to cum all over her hand and/or in her mouth instead of cumming in her pussy while even allowing them to watch her swallow.  As they felt her big, naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples, she’d kissed them while stroking them before moving her head down to suck them.  Only, she wasn’t known as Sister Kathryn back then, her birth name was Elsa Olsen.

Chapter 4:

Born a tall, beautiful blonde with big, blue eyes, D cup breasts, and a beautiful singing voice, instead of becoming a nun, instead of becoming Sister Kathryn, Elsa could have become an actress, a singer, or even a stripper.  With her fondness for giving hand jobs and blowjobs, she could have become a hooker, a prostitute, a call girl, and/or a paid escort.  She could have been the star attraction at bachelor and birthday parties.  She could have become a wife, a mother, and a housewife.  She could have become a career woman instead of becoming a nun and a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins.

With her good looks and shapely body, along with her quick wit, sense of humor, and intelligence, she didn’t have to become a nun.  She didn’t have to give her body, her mind, her heart, and her soul to God.  She didn’t have to hide herself and shelter herself by cloistering herself away in a convent.  With the world at her fingertips, especially with men at her beck and call, a woman who looked like her could have become anything she wanted to become. 

Accustomed to having her fingers wrapped around their stiff pricks while stroking them and/or their cocks buried in her mouth while sucking them, a nun would be the last thing the men she dated would have thought that Elsa Olsen would become.  If any of them were to meet her today, wouldn’t they be surprised that Elsa was now Sister Kathryn, a nun of the Holy Order of Virgins?  Wouldn’t they be surprised that the only time she moved down to her knees was to pray instead of for sucking cock?  Wouldn’t they be surprised that she hadn’t seen a cock, touched a cock, stroked a cock, and/or sucked a cock in more than ten years?  Seemingly, before she became a nun, in the wild days of her sexual youth, she couldn’t go ten hours without seeing, touching, stroking, and sucking a cock.

She looked just like her mother, Ingrid, who moved to the United States from Sweden after competing with the Swedish, Olympic ski team.  Like mother like daughter, Ingrid had many lovers too before marrying Hans, an Olympic, speed skater from Holland.  Seemingly Elsa’s lustful, sexual desire for men and her attraction for cocks was inherited from her mother.  With her mother having lived the first half of her life in Sweden, she didn’t have the sexual hang-ups that most American women had when it came to sex.  Like mother like daughter, Ingrid passed on her sexual openness to Elsa.

With sexual contact no big deal, Elsa was raised to think that there was nothing wrong or shameful about giving men sexual pleasure by giving them hand jobs and blowjobs.  Yet, America’s Puritan values had different connotations and views on sexuality, especially when it came to women, and especially when it came to nuns.  The Catholic Church was even stricter when it came to sex between a man and a woman.  Just as only a man can marry a woman and a woman can marry a man, as far as the Pope was concerned a man and woman should only come together physical in marriage to start a family. 

Even though she so enjoyed giving her dates hand jobs and blowjobs, made to feel guilty by other women and men, she didn’t understand their narrow views and limitations when it came to sex.  It wasn’t until she was a nun in the Catholic Church that she finally understood that her sexual behavior was in violation of Canon law.  Now that Elsa was Sister Kathryn of the Holy Order of Virgins, no longer giving hand jobs and/or blowjobs, she thought that part of her sordid, sexual life was over until Father Thomas awakened her sexual feelings.  Whenever she scratched the surface, especially when feeling lonely and/or horny, the thoughts of erect pricks and of men cumming all over her hand and/or in her mouth were still there in her dreams and sexual fantasies.

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When Father Thomas didn’t answer her question about what he was doing in inappropriately and sexually touching and feeling her breasts, he touched and felt her breasts again.  Instead of answering her, he reached around her to feel her ass while still trying to kiss her.  She pushed him away but the damage was done.  Not only had he sexually assaulted her but also he had sexually aroused her.  Needing to play her role as a nun, as a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, and needing to pass Father Thomas’ and Mother Superior’s test of faith, she couldn’t submit to Father Thomas’ sexual will.  Instead of relenting to him, acting as if she had been deeply insulted, she asked him her question again.  

“Father Thomas!  What are you doing?”

Feigning her sexual ignorance, she asked her question as if she didn’t have a clue what he was doing, when she did.  She asked her question as if she had never been touched, felt, fondled, and groped before when she had.  Not expecting an answer other than a smart answer, she stared at him while waiting for his reply.  Instead of immediately answering her question, he gave her an arrogant look.  He looked at her smug entitlement as if it was not only okay but permissible to have his wicked sexual way with a nun.

With him a priest and her a lowly nun and with him a man and her a lowly woman, he acted as if he was allowed to touch and feel her as he pleased.  In the way that she knew exactly what he was doing, he knew exactly what he was doing too.  Having gone through this type of sexual groping before with God knows how many men, she knew exactly what he was doing.  Only with her a nun and him a priest, how dare he sexually touch her, feel her, and grope her while trying to kiss her?

“What am I doing?  It’s called foreplay,” said Father Thomas with a dirty laugh and a cavalier attitude.  

Glad for the memories and for the sexual fantasies, but with all of that in her past, he jolted her from her present life as a nun and returned her thoughts to her prior sexual life as a slut and a whore.  How dare he treat her as if she was a slut and a whore instead of treating her with respect as a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins?  A sexual life that she so enjoyed having with men back then, she may have been a slut and a whore but, not an easy thing for her to do, she was a virginal slut and whore.  Wanting to remain pure and innocent, she had her sexual limits.  She drew her line at having sexual intercourse.

Only, with her now a chaste nun for the past ten years, that part of her sexually promiscuous life was over.  Yet, just as this was a temptation from the Devil, she assured herself that this was nothing more than a test of her faith contrived by Mother Superior and Father Thomas.  Nonetheless her suspecting that this temptation was a test and that she was being tested, she looked at her priest as if she was being tempted and tested by the Devil instead of by a man of God, her priest.  She looked at him as if he was evil.  With her evoking the essence of kindness, goodness, and holiness, she didn’t understand why he wasn’t treating her in the same way that she treated him.

‘How dare he touch, feel, and fondle my breasts?’

Yet, even though she was insulted and felt used, abused, and sexually assaulted by him touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts, difficult for her to admit it, she was sexually aroused too.  As soon as she had the thought of his hand on her breasts, as if it was a looping video playing through her mind, she replayed him touching, feeling, and fondling her big breasts through her habit.  Oh, my God, what a rush for what she was sexually thinking of doing with her priest.  She’d have to say extra Hail Mary’s tonight while praying for the salacious sexual thoughts she was having now.  Yet, she played the religious virgin to show her priest that she was good, he was evil, and that he hadn’t tempted her to sin by breaking her vow of celibacy.

Jumping up on her high, white horse, she thought, ‘How dare he finger my nipples while feeling my ass?’

Yet, even though she was insulted and felt sexually assaulted by him fingering her nipples while feeling her ass, she was sexually aroused by his priestly, sexual touch.  She silently berated herself for being as sexually excited as she was.  As soon as she had the thought of him fingering her nipples while feeling her breasts and feeling her ass, she replayed him fingering her nipples and feeling her ass through her habit.  Oh, my God, for what she was sexually thinking of doing with her priest, she’d have to say even more Hail Mary’s tonight while praying.  Nonetheless her feelings of sexual excitement, she stood tall in her resolve to avoid the sexual temptation of his touch and feels.

‘How dare he try and kiss me?’

Yet, even though she was insulted and felt sexually assaulted, brutalized even, by him trying to kiss her, she was sexually aroused.  It had been just as long since she stroked a man and sucked a man as it had been since she kissed a man, French kissed a man.  As soon as she had the thought of him kissing her while feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and feeling her ass through her habit, she imagined him kissing her, French kissing her.  Kissing and kissing her, she imagined him making out with her.

She imagined Father Thomas as if he was Bing Crosby as Father Chuck O’Malley and she was Ingrid Bergman as Sister Mary Benedict, in her favorite movie, The Bells’ of St. Mary’s.  She imagined Father Thomas taking her in his arms and kissing her, French kissing her, and making out with her while feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and feeling her ass.  Unable to let go of the thought of him making out with her, she imagined him kissing and kissing her again and again while feeling her big tits, fingering her erect nipples, and squeezing her shapely ass through her habit.

Even if this was just a test of her faith, especially if this was just a test of her faith, assuredly by the lascivious thoughts she was having, she was failing the test.  If they scored her by what she was thinking sexually, she’d flunk the test and be asked to leave the convent.  Yet, even if this was a test of her faith, how could Father Thomas do such a deplorable and despicable thing in violation of their vows of celibacy and against their faiths in the Catholic religion and their beliefs in God?  The bottom line was he was a priest and she was a nun.  After taking their vows of celibacy, they were forbidden to have sex.

Even if this was just a mere test of her faith, how could her priest touch her breasts, feel her breasts, fondle her breasts, finger her nipples, and feel her ass in such a sexually inappropriate way while trying to kiss her, French kiss her?  My God.  How dare he treat her with such disrespect?  How dare he treat her as if she was a slut and/or a whore instead of a nun?  How dare he sexually excite her with his inappropriate, sexual touches and forbidden feels?

As if she was already lost to his sexual charms, she looked at him with confusion mixed with revulsion that was peppered with sexual excitement.  She looked at him with as much disappointment as she looked at him with sexual arousal.  Surprising even herself that her sexual desires and lustful male attraction were still there, albeit buried deep within her, she looked at him with a wanton yearning to have sex.  It only took Father Thomas to scratch the surface to release the sexual beast that lay dormant and sleeping within her.   Now she looked at him with as much sexual frustration as she looked at him with anticipated sexual excitement of having sex with her priest.  If only she could have sex with him, she would have sex with him but she couldn’t have sex with him.  Just as it was forbidden for a priest or a nun to have sex with anyone, sex between a priest and a nun was forbidden.

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“I know what foreplay is Father.  I may be a virgin but I’m not a prude.  Yet, more importantly than the definition of foreplay or whether I’m a virgin and a prude, I’m a nun and you’re a priest.  We’ve taken vows of celibacy.  Just as we’re not allowed to have sex, we’re not allowed to have foreplay either,” she said holding her head up high before lowering her eyes with a look of shame and sadness.

Feeling lewdly uncomfortable by his lechery, even though it wasn’t her fault, she was upset that he had sexually aroused her by feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples.  She was upset that he had sexually excited her by trying to kiss her while feeling her ass.  With her having no control over her internal, sexual organs and her lustful, sexual desires and thoughts, she was already wet for him.  As if she was struck by a bolt of lightning, the pent up sexual frustration she felt suddenly hit her as if thrown at her from the Devil himself and from Hell.

As if he was her father instead of her priest, changing his approach, Father Thomas looked at her with patient reverence and kind understanding.  As if he was her lover instead of her priest, judging by the bulge he had in his black trousers and the ungodly thoughts he no doubt had on his mind, he had an unholy erection.  Trying not to look, she couldn’t help herself from staring at the priestly prick that tented his trousers.

Just the sight of his erect cock that lay hidden behind his pants made her horny.  Just the sight of the bulge of his erection made her want to unzip him and pull out his cock to stroke him before sucking him.  If this was a test, she was failing miserably.  If this was a test, she was doomed to spend her eternity in the fires Hell instead of in the glory of Heaven.

‘God help me,’ she thought.  ‘Help me to stop staring at Father Thomas’ bulge.’

Just as she thought that, she stared down at his bulge again and as embarrassing as it was sexually exciting, he caught her looking.

“If you’d allow me the pleasure and the sexual satisfaction, I can help you,” he said with a smugly self-confident smile.  “While kissing you, French kissing you, I’d like to continue to feel your big breasts while fingering your erect nipples and feeling your round, firm ass, I can give you sexual satisfaction,” he said.  “I found that touching you, feeling you, fondling you, and kissing you in that sexual way to be quite enjoyable.”

She looked at him as if he was nuts.  She looked at him as if he was the Devil.  She looked at him as if he wasn’t even a priest but some guy who was trying to pick her up in a bar so very long ago.  When he took another step forward, no longer trusting her priest and not caring if this was a test, she took another step back. 

“I beg your pardon?  Quite enjoyable?  I’m sure it was quite enjoyable for you, Father, but it wasn’t quite enjoyable for me,” she said lying.  

Tacking on more Hail Mary’s onto her evening prayers, she’ll be on her knees for an hour tonight asking God to forgive her for all that she was sexually thinking.

“I won’t tell if you don’t tell,” he said with an arrogant laugh.  “Whatever we do behind my closed, rectory door will be our little secret.”

Tempted but staying firm, she shook her head from side to side.

“God will know,” she said.  “God sees everything and knows all.”

He gave her a shit eating grin.

“Even God won’t mind and won’t think that a little tickle and teasing is a sin,” he said with a chuckle.

She looked at him appalled.

“Forgive me for asking this question, Father, but are you insane?  Have you lost your mind as well as your faith?”

He smiled at her naiveté.

“I can assure you that I’m quite sane and by the erection that I have in my pants and that you continue to stare at, I have a healthy male libido,” he said with an annoying laugh.  “As far as my faith, you must put your faith in me and trust me to do the right thing by you.”

As best as she tried, when he caught her looking again at the bulge he had in his pants, she looked away before looking at his throbbing penis again and again.  

“You touching my breasts, feeling my breasts, fondling my breasts, and fingering my nipples while feeling my ass and kissing me in a sexual way is out of the question.  Father, no,” she said when he took a step forward.  “I’d hardly call that tickle and tease.  I’d definitely call that foreplay.”

He gave her a priestly look as if he wanted to comfort her and console her.

“I just want to talk,” he said talking another step closer.

As if warding off a vampire, a demon, or Satan himself, she raised the crucifix that hung from her neck in a panic.  She outstretched her arm when he took another step closer to her.

“Get back!  Stay away from me Devil!  Dear God in Heaven please help me to stop this lunacy.  Dear Saint Michael, defend me from this perverted priest.  Dear Virgin Mary, allow me to remain a virgin.”

He laughed at her panic and at her drama.

“I don’t want to take your virginity Sister.  I’d never be the one responsible for you breaking your vow of celibacy,” he said with an assuring look and a laugh.  “Just as you’re a woman of God, I’m a man of God too.”

He looked deeply in her big, blue eyes as if trying to hypnotize her. 

“No?  Are you not trying to seduce me?  Are you not trying to violate me and force me to give you sexual intercourse?  If not, then what are you doing and what is this all about?”

As if he was the Lord God, Jesus Christ reincarnated and risen from the dead, he held out his hands as if to show her that he came to her in peace.  He gave her a saintly smile as if he was Pope Thomas instead of Father Thomas.

“There are other things that we can do other than sexual intercourse Sister,” he said giving her an inviting smile.  “May I lay my hands upon you to sexually excite you as you have already sexually excite me?”

As if he was trying to medically heal her instead of sexually excite her, he paused while waiting for her response.  When she didn’t answer him but stared at him instead, he continued trying to convince her to have sex with him.  

‘No,’ she said in her mind without verbalizing her thoughts out loud.




Bless Me Father for I have Sinned 04



“Then, once you’re sufficiently sexually excited, if you’d allow me, I’d like to test your faith before injecting you with renewed faith,” he said with a longish pause.  

‘Injecting me with renewed faith?  How is he going to do that?  Is he going to give me some kind of hallucinatory drug, LSD?  Is he going to pull a Bill Cosby on me?  Is he going to stab me with a syringe to make me high and helpless while he raped me?  Is he going to drug me so that he can have sex with my naked body?’

Then, sounding more like anal sex than renewing her faith, he told her exactly how he’d inject her with renewed faith.

“If you’d allow me, Sister Kathryn, I’d like to turn you around,” he said calmly while pausing as if to see her reaction to him turning her around.  When she showed no reaction, he continued.  “I’d like to bend you over my desk,” he said.

‘Oh, my God,’ she thought while imagining her priest standing behind her as he bent her over his desk.

“Father Thomas!  Really!”

As if he was Saint Thomas instead of Father Thomas, he gave her his best saintly smile.

“Then, I’d like to pull up your habit, pull down your underwear, insert my prick in your ass, and give you anal sex,” said the priest.

‘Oh, my God,’ she thought while imagining her priest lifting her habit over her head, pulling down her panty, sticking his cock in her ass, and giving her anal sex.

“Father Thomas!  Really!  How dare you?  Oh, my God!  How dare you talk to me in such a disrespectful and sexual way?”

As if making fun of her, he gave her a smug smile.

“Then, lifting your bra while humping you, I’d love nothing more than to touch, feel, and fondle your big tits while fingering your erect nipples as I hump, push, and thrust my cock deeper in your ass.”

‘Oh, my God,’ she thought.  ‘This priest has lost his mind.  Why did the Holy Mother send me to see him?  Maybe she doesn’t know that Father Thomas is a pervert,’ she thought.  ‘Maybe she doesn’t know that Father Thomas is insane.  Maybe she doesn’t know that Father Thomas is the Devil disguised as a priest.’

“Pardon?  Just so I understand so that I may report you to Mother Superior and to the Bishop, you want to inject me with renewed faith by giving me anal sex?”

She looked at him while waiting for his response.

“Yes,” he said.

She continued talking to make sure she was understanding him and correctly quoting him.

“You want to turn me around, bend me over, pull up my habit, pull down my underwear, touch, feel, and fondle my breasts while fingering my nipples, and fuck me up my ass?  Is that it?”  She gave him a smug look.

She looked at him as if she was confronting Satan.

“Yes,” he said with obvious sexual excitement.

She gave him an arrogant smile in the way he gave her a self-righteous smile.

“When I send my letter to the Vatican, I want to make sure that I’m correctly quoting you,” she said returning his self-righteous smile with her self-assured smile.

She couldn’t believe she said the F word and as soon as she did she made the sign of the cross and made a silent prayer while apologizing to Jesus.

“Yes,” he said.

Again, she looked at him as if he was the Devil.  

“I can’t believe you want to lift my bra while humping me and while giving me anal sex,” she said sexually exciting herself.  “I can’t believe you want to touch me where a priest should never touch and nun,” she said with obvious sexual excitement.  “I can’t believe you want to feel and fondle my breasts while fingering my nipples?”

She looked at him as if he had lost his mind in the way she was losing her mind.

“Yes,” he said.

She looked at him in the way she looked at all of the other men in her life who wanted to take her virginity.  Only, she never had anyone who wanted to fuck her in her ass.  

“No Father,” she said shaking her head from side-to-side as if she needed that extra bit of head movement to make her point.  “I can’t allow you to do that to me.  That’s just wrong.  That’s just nasty.  That’s against our vows of celibacy.  I’m not breaking my vow of celibacy to give you anal sex.  I’ve never had anal sex in my life and I’m not about to have anal sex now,” she said.

Instead, she wanted to tell him that her thing was giving hand jobs.  She wanted to confess that she loved sucking cock.  She wanted to tell him how many men have ejaculated all over her hand and in her mouth.  Yet, thinking better of it, she didn’t confess her sexual peccadillo for giving hand jobs and/or for sucking cock.

Adding even more sexual excitement to his words, he paused after saying each thing that he wanted to do to her.  Even though her face turned as red as her imagined fires of Hell and even though she verbally protested all that her priest wanted to do to her virginal body, a flicker of sexual excitement that betrayed her eyes took hold of her.  He wanted to turn her around…bend her over his desk…pull up her habit…pull down her panty…and give her anal sex.  He’d love to lift her bra and touch, feel, and fondle her big tits while fingering her erect nipples too.

‘Oh, my God,’ she thought while having a vision of all he wanted to do to her virginal body.

Part of her wanted him to turn her around, bend her over his desk, pull up her habit, pull down her panty, and give her anal sex.  Part of her wanted him to lift her bra and touch, feel, and fondle her big tits while fingering her erect nipples.  Yet, the other part of her was outraged that not only did he want to do that to her but also that he confessed to her that he wanted to do that to her.  There was no way she was having anal sex or any other sex with him.  That was just nasty for her priest to ask one of his nuns for sex.

‘Dear God in Heaven, save me from temptation.  Dear God in Heaven, save me from the Devil.  Dear God in Heaven save me from this priest.  Dear God in Heaven, give me the strength to resist sex.  Amen,’ she silently prayed to herself.

Unable to help herself or to save herself, she swooned at the thought of the priest touching her, feeling her, and fondling her while humping her ass and fucking her ass.  Even though she had never had anal sex before, with her willing to sexually try anything once, she was curious about having anal sex.  Her mother had anal sex many times with different men but with Elsa not as sexually adventurous as Ingrid, they were from a different country and a different generation.  Besides, Elsa as Sister Kathryn was more about God and religion than her mother ever was.  

In the way that he obviously wanted to touch, feel, and fondle her tits, with her not shy about returning the sexual favor, she swooned at the thought of touching, stroking and sucking Father Thomas’ prick.  Suddenly feeling a familiar wetness between her thighs again, in the way she was never wet for Jesus, she was already wet for her priest.  In the way she never even thought of Jesus’ cock, she was now consumed with the thoughts of Father Thomas’ holy prick.  She could only imagine what it would feel like to see, touch, feel, and fondle his erect cock while stroking his erect cock.  With more than a ten year lapse in her giving a blowjob, she’d like to know what it would feel like to suck the priest to ejaculation.  With the thoughts of him cumming in her mouth, her favorite thing to do, she’d stare up at him while swallowing his holy cum.

She tried praying.  She tried to give herself the much needed resolve by resisting temptation.  Calling on every saint she could think of, she wondered if any one of them had their faith tested by sex, anal sex at that.  Yet, as if he was already kissing her while touching her, feeling her, and fondling her, making herself dizzy with sexual excitement, she inhaled her sexual desire for the young priest.  Unable to swallow her sexual lust for the priest, she knew she was doomed to relent.  The only thing she could do was to voice her outrage not only for the priest’s penchant for perversion but also for the sake of her morality, her love of God and religion, and for the vow of celibacy she took.

“Father Thomas!  Anal sex?  Oh, my God!  Really!  How dare you?  Are you serious?  Are you kidding me?  How dare you speak to me in such a vile and vulgar way?  I’m married to Jesus,” she said looking up at the rectory ceiling as if Jesus was there watching and waiting to see what she’d do.  She held up her ring finger of her left hand.  “I’m a bride of Jesus Christ, our lord, and Almighty God.  I’m married to Jesus.”

A losing battle and a test that she couldn’t pass, even she knew she was protesting too much.  Even she knew that she sexually wanted her priest as much as he sexually wanted her.  At a crossroad in her spiritual life, she didn’t know what to do.  Before becoming a nun, having been tempted many times by handsome men with stiff pricks, she never could resist the temptation to stroke a cock before sucking a cock.  She thought her sexual desire would wane once she became a nun but never put to the test until now, she had that same lust for erect pricks that she had before giving herself to God.  Silently, she prayed to Jesus.  Maybe this wasn’t a test but a trap.

‘Lord, God, help me.  Jesus Christ save me from temptation.  Almighty God above, save me from this man,’ she prayed.  ‘Cast out this Devil that dares call himself a priest.’

As if blessing her, he gave her a reverent smile that he’d give any parishioner leaving the confessional.

“Trust me, Sister.  While kissing you and fingering your pussy, foreplay helps to get you in the mood to stroke my cock before sucking my cock,” he said.  “Trust me, Sister.  In the way that it’s necessary for me to fuck you in your ass, stroking my cock before sucking my cock is a necessary evil that you must swallow for me to restore your faith.”

As if he had done this many times before, instead of acting sexually excited by the prospect of having sex with her, he acted so matter of fact, so calm, and so composed.  Then, when he took a step towards her, she took another step back.  Now with her buttocks pressed firmly against his desk, she turned to look for a weapon and picked up a heavy, crystal paperweight given to the priest by the Bishop himself.  Just what she needed as her personal protector of her virginity and her God given faith, the paperweight had a golden image of Archangel Michael inside holding his upraised sword inside.  As if she was raising Saint Michael’s sword herself, she raised the heavy object to her shoulder in a threatening way as if she was intent on smashing the heavy crystal on his head if he dared touch her and/or tried to kiss her again.

‘Stroking his cock?  Sucking his cock before fucking her in her ass?  Oh, my God,’ she thought.  ‘How dare he?  Oh, my God, would he?  Oh, my God, could I?’

Yet, instead of being outraged, she was sexually excited.  Instead of being embarrassed, she was wet.  She could only imagine what it would feel like to hold her priest’s prick in her hand before taking him in her mouth and before he fucked her in her ass.  Beyond being sexually aroused, seemingly she sexually wanted her priest as much as he sexually wanted her.

With her sexual excitement interrupting her silent prayer to Jesus, she was dizzy with sexual delight.  It had be such a long time since she held a cock in her holy hand and had taken a stiff prick in her sisterly mouth.  Still, she needed to play her part as the innocent virgin.  She needed to play her part as the holy nun. 

With the reputation of the Holy Order of Virgins on her shoulders, she needed to resist this Devil’s temptation.  If Father Thomas was intent on having sex with her virginal body, the only way she could save her soul was for him to force himself on her.  Surely, instead of willingly stroking him, sucking him, and anally fucking him, God wouldn’t blame her and would forgive her mortal sin if she was raped by her priest.  Whether she had sex with her priest or not was now in God’s hands.

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“Feel my breasts?  Finger my nipples?  Finger my pussy while I stroke and suck your cock before you give me anal sex?  Oh, my God!  Father Thomas!  Have you lost your mind?  How dare you?  You can’t do that to me.  I’m a nun.  I’m a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins.  I can’t do that and I can’t have sex with you.  I won’t kneel for any mortal man.  I’ve given my vow, my body, and my soul to Jesus.  I’m promised to God.”

As if he was a vampire who wanted to lick her pussy instead of suck her blood, she fingered the large crucifix that hung down from her neck.  As if he was the Devil that she needed to exorcise from the Church, she held her crucifix up high.  She looked at him as if he was drunk.  She looked at him as if he was insane.  She looked at him as if he was drunk and insane.  She looked at him as if the Devil had taken possession of her priest.

Then, being consumed by all that he had said and by sexual lust and human desire, she looked at him as if she couldn’t wait to see his erect prick.  She looked at him as if she couldn’t wait to not only see his erect cock but also wrap her holy fingers around his erect dick, and stroke his erect prick.  Looking at him with as much forbidden sexual lust as he looked at her, she couldn’t wait to suck his erect prick.  She couldn’t wait for him to cum in her mouth.  Feeling her sexual excitement growing, she couldn’t wait for him to fuck her ass with his erect prick.  Fighting the good fight, she tried her best to resist her priest only it was a losing battle.  Later, when it was over, she’d pray to God and ask for his forgiveness.

‘Satan!  Be gone.  Satan, leave me in peace.  Lord God, help me to resist temptation.  Lord God, keep me strong against the Devil,’ she silently prayed again.  ‘Virgin Mary save my virginity and my dignity as a nun.  Saint Michael strike down this evil man who masquerades as a holy man and as a priest.’

“Calm yourself, Sister Kathryn.  I’m not evil.  Your evil is from within.  I’m not the Devil.  Your Devil is from within.  I’m here to help you not to rape you,” said with calm kindness.

She relaxed herself by taking a big breath.

“Thank God,” she said.

He smiled at her as if he was, indeed, her priest and not her perceived Devil.

“Think of me as your Earthly extension to Jesus.  Use me as his conduit as your way to directly speak to and touch God.  I’m here to renew your faith by filling you with my goodness, kindness, and deep belief in the God and in the Catholic Church,” he said.

He took her hand in his as if he really thought that he was Jesus Christ.  Then, when he moved to her to gently take the paperweight from her hand and place it back on his desk behind her, she looked at him as if he was the Devil in disguise as a lowly priest.  Obedient to her priest but not wanting to be sexually unfaithful to her husband, Jesus, and not wanting to break her vows of obedience and celibacy, she tried her best to remain calm.  Yet, her own sexual lust for the priest betrayed her need to remain true to her God.  She was secretly, sexually lusting over him as much as he was openly lusting over her.  She prayed silently for Jesus to help her to remain faithful and to save her from being forced into sexual sin.

She tried her best to contain her sexual excitement over the thoughts of stroking and sucking the priest’s prick while he kissed her, felt her tits, fingered her nipples, and fingered her pussy before giving her anal sex.  Only, she wasn’t a God.  A mere mortal, she was a just nun, a human nun with human, sexual feelings and sexual emotions.  Just as she couldn’t stop the vision of him feeling and fondling her tits while fingering her nipples and pussy, she couldn’t stop the vision of her taking his priestly prick in her hand before taking his priestly prick in her mouth.  Just as she couldn’t stop the vision of Father Thomas giving her all that she so sexually needed and sexually desired, she couldn’t stop the vision of him giving her anal sex and fucking her in her ass.

Something as equally sexually exciting and something new in her sexual repertoire, with her having only given hand jobs and blowjobs, she had never had anal sex before.  Pledging her virginal body to God, just as she had never given her virginal pussy to any mortal man or any mortal woman, she had never given her virginal ass to any mortal man or any mortal woman either.  With the Catholic Church filled with secret Canon laws that benefitted mostly priests, she wondered if there was a secret, Canon law that benefitted nuns too.

With that Canon law thought in mind, she couldn’t help but wonder if having anal sex was an acceptable loophole to her taking her vow of celibacy.  What if it was?  With the Catholic Church a conclave and sexual haven of homosexuals and pedophiles, she wondered if those men had special considerations and accommodations.  What if they did?  Perhaps with so very many gay priests receiving hand jobs, blowjobs, and having anal sex with one another, perhaps anal sex, as well as hand jobs and blowjobs were secretly acceptable and silently permissible in the Catholic Church.

‘Oh, my God, even with this another old boys’ club, the old double standard rears its ugly head again, even deep within the Catholic Church,’ she thought.

Seemingly, as long as sex between priests were done behind closed, rectory doors and not in public, it was okay for one priest to give another priest a hand job, a blowjob, and to have anal sex.  Perhaps priest abide by a different sexual code than do nuns.  Perhaps, the vow of celibacy that a priest takes is different from the vow of celibacy that a nun takes.  With her always willing for a man to part her lips with his tongue and with his cock, perhaps having her priest part her ass cheeks with his cock instead of her pussy lips is not the same mortal sin.  Being that anal sex isn’t vaginal sex, perhaps her vow of celibacy would still be intact by having anal sex in the way that her vow of celibacy would be violated by having vaginal sex.

Other than masturbating herself in the privacy of her room at the convent, it had been such a very long time since she had sex with a man.  It had been such a very long time since she had even seen an erect cock, never mind touched, stroked, and/or sucked and an erect cock.  Not knowing what else to do with her hands, she stuck her hands in her habit behind her white, bib-like collar as if she was fingering a Crucifix molded in the shape of a penis.

Now lost to the world of sexual debauchery and perverse perversity, she couldn’t help but think of Father Thomas’ prick.  She wondered if he was circumcised.  She wondered how long, how wide, and how thick he was.  She wondered what he looked like naked.  She wondered what his cock would feel like in her hand and taste like in her mouth.  With her never having anal sex before, just as she wondered if having anal sex for a nun with her priest was permissible, she wondered if it would hurt to have anal sex.

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Bless Me Father for I have Sinned 05



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Sacred albeit salaciously sacrilegious, with Sister Kathryn reluctant at first, Father Thomas has anal sex with Sister Kathryn

Continued from Chapter 4:

'Satan! Be gone. Satan, leave me in peace. Lord God, help me to resist temptation. Lord God, keep me strong against the Devil,' she silently prayed again. 'Virgin Mary save my virginity and my dignity as a nun. Saint Michael strike down this evil man who masquerades as a holy man and as a priest.'

"Calm yourself, Sister Kathryn. I'm not evil. Your evil is from within. I'm not the Devil. Your Devil is from within. I'm here to help you not to rape you," said with calm kindness.

She relaxed herself by taking a big breath.

"Thank God," she said.

He smiled at her as if he was, indeed, her priest and not her perceived Devil.

"Think of me as your Earthly extension to Jesus. Use me as his conduit as your way to directly speak to and touch God. I'm here to renew your faith by filling you with my goodness, kindness, and deep belief in the God and in the Catholic Church," he said.

He took her hand in his as if he really thought that he was Jesus Christ. Then, when he moved to her to gently take the paperweight from her hand and place it back on his desk behind her, she looked at him as if he was the Devil in disguise as a lowly priest. Obedient to her priest but not wanting to be sexually unfaithful to her husband, Jesus, and not wanting to break her vows of obedience and celibacy, she tried her best to remain calm. Yet, her own sexual lust for the priest betrayed her need to remain true to her God. She was secretly, sexually lusting over him as much as he was openly lusting over her. She prayed silently for Jesus to help her to remain faithful and to save her from being forced into sexual sin.

She tried her best to contain her sexual excitement over the thoughts of stroking and sucking the priest's prick while he kissed her, felt her tits, fingered her nipples, and fingered her pussy before giving her anal sex. Only, she wasn't a God. A mere mortal, she was a just nun, a human nun with human, sexual feelings and sexual emotions. Just as she couldn't stop the vision of him feeling and fondling her tits while fingering her nipples and pussy, she couldn't stop the vision of her taking his priestly prick in her hand before taking his priestly prick in her mouth. Just as she couldn't stop the vision of Father Thomas giving her all that she so sexually needed and sexually desired, she couldn't stop the vision of him giving her anal sex and fucking her in her ass.

Something as equally sexually exciting and something new in her sexual repertoire, with her having only given hand jobs and blowjobs, she had never had anal sex before. Pledging her virginal body to God, just as she had never given her virginal pussy to any mortal man or any mortal woman, she had never given her virginal ass to any mortal man or any mortal woman either. With the Catholic Church filled with secret Canon laws that benefitted mostly priests, she wondered if there was a secret, Canon law that benefitted nuns too.

With that Canon law thought in mind, she couldn't help but wonder if having anal sex was an acceptable loophole to her taking her vow of celibacy. What if it was? With the Catholic Church a conclave and sexual haven of homosexuals and pedophiles, she wondered if those men had special considerations and accommodations. What if they did? Perhaps with so very many gay priests receiving hand jobs, blowjobs, and having anal sex with one another, perhaps anal sex, as well as hand jobs and blowjobs were secretly acceptable and silently permissible in the Catholic Church.

'Oh, my God, even with this another old boys' club, the old double standard rears its ugly head again, even deep within the Catholic Church,' she thought.

Seemingly, as long as sex between priests were done behind closed, rectory doors and not in public, it was okay for one priest to give another priest a hand job, a blowjob, and to have anal sex. Perhaps priest abide by a different sexual code than do nuns. Perhaps, the vow of celibacy that a priest takes is different from the vow of celibacy that a nun takes. With her always willing for a man to part her lips with his tongue and with his cock, perhaps having her priest part her ass cheeks with his cock instead of her pussy lips is not the same mortal sin. Being that anal sex isn't vaginal sex, perhaps her vow of celibacy would still be intact by having anal sex in the way that her vow of celibacy would be violated by having vaginal sex.

Other than masturbating herself in the privacy of her room at the convent, it had been such a very long time since she had sex with a man. It had been such a very long time since she had even seen an erect cock, never mind touched, stroked, and/or sucked and an erect cock. Not knowing what else to do with her hands, she stuck her hands in her habit behind her white, bib-like collar as if she was fingering a Crucifix molded in the shape of a penis.

Now lost to the world of sexual debauchery and perverse perversity, she couldn't help but think of Father Thomas' prick. She wondered if he was circumcised. She wondered how long, how wide, and how thick he was. She wondered what he looked like naked. She wondered what his cock would feel like in her hand and taste like in her mouth. With her never having anal sex before, just as she wondered if having anal sex for a nun with her priest was permissible, she wondered if it would hurt to have anal sex.

Chapter 5:

'Dear God in Heaven help me to resist this sexual temptation and this perverted man who masquerades as a priest,' she silently prayed. 'Hear me Dear Lord, God above. If this is a test, allow me to pass this test to prove my faith without breaking my vow of celibacy. Help me dear Lord, God above.'

Seemingly knowing she was going to fail this test of faith and seemingly knowing that he'd somehow have to help her to restore her faith, Sister Kathryn looked at Father Thomas with apprehension. Seemingly knowing she was going to fail this test of faith and seemingly knowing he'd have to help her to restore her faith, Father Thomas looked at Sister Kathryn with confidence, compassion, and with kind understanding. With his reputation preceding him, just as he had help many nuns make their final decision to leave the convent, he had helped many nuns renew faith to remain living in the convent as nuns. Yet, whether he helped them to leave or helped them to stay, he enabled them to make their decision to leave or to go by injecting their renewed faith with sex.

Even though it sounded perversely perverted and sexually bizarre to her, maybe he was right. Maybe he could renew her faith by filling her hand, her mouth, and her ass with his cock and by injecting her with his holy cum. With him being the human representative of God and of the Catholic Church, he was a priest after all. Perhaps this was nothing more than a ploy for him to have sex with her than it was a test. Perhaps this as a trick to get her thrown out of the convent. Yet, maybe he wasn't blowing smoke up her ass by wanting to stick his cock in her mouth before sticking his cock in her ass. Maybe by her giving him oral sex and him giving her anal sex, he really could help her. Perhaps he could help her to make the decision that she needed to make of either remaining a nun and living in the convent or finding a man to marry to start a family of her own.

Maybe if she allowed him to ejaculate his cum in her mouth and again in her ass, her test of faith would be over and she could return to the convent to restart her devotion to God anew. Maybe if she allowed him to ejaculate his cum in her mouth and again in her ass, her life as a nun would be over and she could return to her old life, find a good man, marry, and start a family. Either way, just as it was seemingly just sex to Father Thomas, it was a win/win for her. Either way she'd be having sex with her priest. Whether it was having sex with her priest while continuing to be a nun or having sex with her priest before leaving the convent to marry and to have a baby with her mortal husband, she'd be having sex. Either way, whichever decision she made, in the end, no pun intended, Sister Kathryn would get what she wanted, sex with her priest, and Father Thomas would get what he wanted, anal sex with his nun.

"Didn't the Holy Mother talk to you?"

He looked at her with a sudden dose of insight and she looked at him with a face full of confusion.

"The Holy Mother? Mother Superior?" 

She looked at him even more confused.

"Yes," he said nodding.

Obviously, Mother Superior didn't tell her everything about why she sent her to see Father Thomas.

"She spoke to me but not about this. She didn't say anything about me having sex with you," said Sister Kathryn again shaking her head side-to-side as if she needed the extra amount of head movement to reinforce her negative response.

Seemingly understanding the miscommunication now, Father Thomas nodded his head with insight.

"I see. As if I was exorcising the Devil from your soul, she didn't tell you that the process to restore your faith included physical and sexual contact for the exorcism in reverse to work. Obviously she failed to mention that one important thing. She just sent you to see me without describing the process of my reverse exorcism," he said slowly nodding his head as if nodding his head helped him to understand.

Exorcism in reverse? Reverse exorcism? What the Hell is that? Now Sister Kathryn was totally confused. Maybe this wasn't just a test. Maybe Mother Superior didn't know that Father Thomas would require her to give him oral sex and anal sex to renew her faith. Maybe Mother Superior knew that Father Thomas would require her to give him oral sex and anal sex as her test to determine if she was no longer suited to be a nun. Maybe instead of a test, this was a diabolical trap.

"The Holy Mother didn't say anything to me about having to stroke your cock before sucking your sock," said Sister Kathryn obviously becoming sexually aroused by the image she suddenly had of stroking and sucking her priest. "She didn't say anything about you needing to cum in my mouth either," she said becoming dizzy with the sexual delight of her priest ejaculating his holy seed in her mouth. "She didn't say anything about having anal sex with you and you needing to cum in my ass as well as in my mouth. She didn't say that anal sex was your proven way to restore my faith," said Sister Kathryn as if she was a hooker relating a conversation she had with her Madam to her John.

He nodded her his response.

"I see," said Father Thomas.

Perhaps this was all a misunderstanding. Perhaps, he was supposed to kiss, feel, fondle, and finger the nipples of another nun. Perhaps a different nun was supposed to stroke his cock and suck his cock for him cum in her mouth instead. She understood now. By injecting her with his faith by giving her a reverse exorcism instead of removing the evilness of the Devil, perhaps he was supposed to give another nun his reverse exorcism and have sex with another nun. Perhaps he was supposed to fuck another nun in her ass for his exorcism in reverse to work instead of fucking her in her ass. Perhaps this whole thing is a horrible mistake, a mistake of mistaken identity.

Reverse exorcism and/or renewed faith or not, she knew of plenty of nuns who'd love to have sex with Father Thomas. She knew of plenty of nuns who'd love to have Father Thomas' cock in their hands, buried in their mouths, and humped in their asses. Sometimes, with the nuns of the Holy Order of Virgins all wearing black habits, looking as if they're a waddle, a colony, or a rookery of penguins, it's difficult to tell one nun from another nun when in such a group. She remembered when they were electing a new Pope and there were a sea of nuns in black habits in St. Peter's Square in Vatican City. Looking so much like a Spencer Tunick photograph when he posed thousands of naked people in Zocalo Square in Mexico, she remembered the thousands of nuns that gathered at Vatican City for Pope Benedict XVI.

"Under the guise of you counseling me, she said that I was to be assigned to you to help you with some personal, private matters but she didn't tell me what those personal, private matters were. She didn't say anything about me stroking your cock and sucking your cock before allowing you to fuck me in my ass," said Sister Kathryn while pausing to watch the priest's reaction to her words. When he fell silent, she continued. "She didn't mention anything about breaking my vow of celibacy to give you sex. Were those the personal, private matters to which she was referring?"

While wondering what he was doing, with his head bowed as if he was saying a silent prayer, she stared down at the priest's hands. 

"Well, trust me, Sister Kathryn, it doesn't get any more personal and private than this," said Father Thomas with a big smile.

He unzipped his pants, reached his hand inside and, as if he was pulling out Saint Michael's sword, he pulled out his semi-erect cock. Father Thomas had a huge prick.

'Oh, my God,' she thought while staring at his exposed prick. 'My priest has such a big and beautiful cock.'

With it having been more than ten years since she had seen a cock whether flaccid, erect, or semi-erect, just as she couldn't believe her eyes, she couldn't stop herself from staring at his big dick. Her Catholic priest just exposed his cock to her, a Catholic nun. Looking up from his cock to look up at his eyes, with her not having seen a stiff prick in so long, she couldn't help herself from staring back down at his stiffening member. While he stared at her, as if giving her a private masturbation show of his cock, she watched Father Thomas slowly stroke himself to a bigger and harder erection. With him obviously knowing that he was enjoying the show, she couldn't remove her eyes from him pleasuring himself. She only wished it was her hand stroking his big prick and not his own hand.

'Oh my God,' was her only thought while staring at his stiffening priestly pole. 'Oh, my God,' she thought. 'Not only did he expose himself to me but also he's actually masturbating himself in front of me. Oh, my God. What is wrong with this man who dares call himself a priest? Oh, my God. What kind of priest exposes himself to a woman, especially in the rectory that's part of God's house? What kind of priest exposes himself to a nun especially to a nun and to a wife of our Lord Jesus? What kind of priest masturbates himself in front of a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins?'

A matter of faith, now at the crossroads of her religious life, she needed to make a decision. Should she leave the convent or should she stay? As she had dedicated faith for the past ten years as a nun and as a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, having already prayed to God for a sign, she needed to have resolute faith now. She couldn't help but wonder if Father Thomas' cock was her sign. Instead of having him ejaculate his cum all over the rectory carpet, she needed to believe that Father Thomas could help restore her faith by having him ejaculate his cum in her mouth, down her throat, and in her ass. Seemingly, if she was to take him at his word that his cum would renew her faith, his holy cum was her ticket to continuing to live life as nun.

If she couldn't be a nun, other than to find a good man, get married, and start a family, what else could she do? Yet, getting married and having a baby seemingly wasn't as attractive as it was before when she confessed that she was questioning her faith to Mother Superior. Being a nun and being close to God was the only life she knew.

Still, if she was deemed to have sex with her priest, for her to remain faithful to Jesus, she couldn't have sex with him willingly. He needed to force himself on her as he was obviously doing now by exposing his huge penis to her. Even though she wanted to wrap her fingers around his stiff prick, stroke his stiff prick to a harder erection, and suck his stiff prick to ejaculation, she couldn't just fall to her knees and stroke him while sucking him. She took a vow of celibacy. She's the wife of Jesus.

"Father!"

She needed to play the violated nun. She needed to play the innocent, chaste nun. In the way she so wanted to take sexually advantage of him, she needed him to take sexual advantage of her first.

"Take me in your hand Sister. Use me as an extension of Jesus Christ," said her priest. "Fondle my cock before stroking my cock as if you're having religious sex with your Heavenly husband. Suck my cock as if you're sucking the prick of your God and of your Heavenly husband. Then, after I cum in your mouth, I'll give you anal sex and will cum in your ass."

Then, noticing something other than his naked prick, staring longer and staring harder, she looked more closely at his cock. She looked at his growing prick as if she had seen a vision and had experienced a spiritual revelation. 

'Oh, my God,' she thought.

She stared at his cock until she identified the image. Then, not believing her eyes, as if she was witnessing a miracle, she continued staring at his erect prick before staring up at him.

"Father Thomas," she said looking up at him with disbelief. "Is that a tattoo of Jesus on the Crucifix on your cock?"

* * * * *

Without waiting for his response, she returned her focused attention to stare at his cock. As if she was witnessing a miracle, she couldn't believe he had his cock tattooed with Jesus.

'My God, that must have hurt,' she thought.

Then, she wondered if the tattoo artist was a man or a woman before she wondered if the priest went to the tattoo parlor dressed as a priest or as a common man. Moreover, unless he was a religious fanatic or could truly restore her faith by injecting her with his cum, who does that? Who tattoos their cock other than, perhaps some big, bad biker dude? Who tattoos their prick with the crucifixion Jesus? What deranged man who calls himself a priest not only tattoos his prick with Jesus but also exposes his prick to a nun?

'Oh, my God,' she thought.

Not an ordinary prick, perhaps his prick is a sacred prick. Perhaps, if she'd allow him to, he really could save her by injecting her mouth and her ass with his holy cum. Fascinated with watching him masturbate himself to a bigger and stiffer erection, she was unable to remove her big, blue eyes from her priest's stiff prick. Every time he stroked himself, with his cock growing in size, the image of Jesus loomed larger, longer, and wider.

"Yes, it is Jesus on the cross tattooed on my cock," he said with pride. "John 3:16 is tattooed on the underside of my prick but you'd need a magnifying glass to read it," he said suddenly reciting John 3:16. "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. Amen," he said.

She looked at him as if he was indeed a religious fanatic. She looked at him as if he was insane. She couldn't believe he had tattooed his cock with the image of Jesus nailed to the cross.

"Oh, my God," she said again in total disbelief.

She didn't understand why her priest would not only tattoo his cock with an image of Jesus on the cross but also with chapter 3, verse 16 of the Gospel of John tattooed to the underside of his prick.

"I find that with the Crucifix tattooed on my cock, when a nun blows me, that the Sisters of the Holy Order of Virgins truly believe that they're sucking Jesus," he said with a dirty laugh. "Whether on your knees praying or on your knees sucking cock, what is faith if you don't believe? Go figure," he said shrugging his shoulders while wagging his erection before her horny eyes.




Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned



The wind was gusting outside. Steve sat on the sofa watching the trees blow. Not really watching the trees but rather remembering his wife who was killed I an automobile accident nearly two years ago. It seemed so unfair for her to be taken from him at such an earl age. A tear began to run down his cheek as he sat there remembering the fun times they had shared. The vacations, the evenings out dancing, the times cuddling and especially the great sex they had. Steve broke down sobbing remembering that fateful night. It was her 36th birth day. They finished celebrating when she took her daughters boyfriend home. They were struck and killed by a drunk driver. The accident scene was horrific. Authorities said they died instantly. Steve lost everything that fateful night. Everything except his precious 16 year old daughter. 

Nicole was devastated when she heard the news. She kept asking herself "why wasn't I in the car too when mom took him home?" Nicole spent days and then weeks alone in her room. Deeply saddened by the losses Steve enrolled himself and his daughter into counseling to help ease the matter. They would go to counseling three times a week and were able to speak about their feelings. They would cry and hug each other. They would tell each other how they felt. They talked about the good times and bad times. But each time when they left to go home they felt better. They would stop on their way home and reward themselves for having the courage to get through this sad time. Sometimes they would stop for ice cream and sometimes they would stop for burgers. 

One time when they went to their counseling the weather was going to be nice so Nicole packed a picnic basket to surprise her dad. She packed all of the amenities that were necessary. Sandwiches, chips, pop, cherry pie, plates, utensils, napkins and even moistened towelettes to wipe their hands afterwards. When they got out of counseling Nicole told her father to drive to the beach so they could have a picnic. When they arrived Nicole retrieved the picnic basket out of the trunk and Steve seemed surprised by the idea of having a picnic. This made Nicole feel good as if she did something special. 

Steve carried the picnic basket as Nicole carried a big blanket to sit on. They found a nice clear spot on the beach and opened up the blanket. They sat down across from each other and Nicole opened the picnic basket. She handed her father a paper plate and utensils and then a sandwich. Nicole set her sandwich on her plate then poured each of them some chips. Next she handed her dad a soda and she took one for herself. 

As they began to eat they sat there talking about their counseling session. They admitted to each other that they were finally getting over the tragic accident but were still deeply saddened. Upon finishing their sandwiches Nicole handed her father a slice of cherry pie. Steve held out his plate and Nicole slid the piece of pie on to it. Nicole put her piece on her plate and they sat there enjoying it. After they cleaned up the picnic and packaged everything up Nicole stood up and held out her hand to her father and told him "lets walk along the shore." 

Steve grabbed a hold of her soft hand and stood up. Steve pulled his shirt off and threw it down on the blanket. They walked towards the water with their arms around each other. They walked barefoot in the water talking the whole time. It was then that Steve began to notice Nicole as more of a woman than as his daughter. She was now 17 and she was developing into a fine looking lady. He noticed her blonde hair as the late day sun shone upon it. It hung just past her shoulders. He noticed her legs didn't look twiggy like a young girls anymore rather they looked more like a models with nice curves accenting her calf muscles and thighs. Steve even noticed how sexy her feet looked as she had her toe nails panted a pretty shade of pink. They walked to the end of the beach and they turned around to walk back. When they turned around that's when Nicole's breast brushed up against her fathers arm. It was then that Steve noticed his daughters breasts were developing nicely. In his mind, his daughter was beginning to look like her mother. 

As they walked back to the blanket Nicole began to take notice of her father. She noticed how nice the gray hairs looked as the sun sparkled off of them. She noticed the muscles on his arms were firm and tight along with the rippling muscles of his chest. She admired her dad because he had courage. More courage than she ever thought she could have. She knew her dad was almost 40 but she was really comfortable around him and other people that were older. 

As time went on Steve and Nicole began going to counseling less and less. Soon they were down to once a week. Their counselor told them that they were ready to face the world on their own again. Their counselor told them to feel free to call her or even stop by if they needed to talk. Steve and Nicole left that night feeling like they accomplished something. They felt good about themselves and decided to celebrate. 

They stopped at a nice place for dinner that night. They were seated in a booth in a quiet section of the dining room. The waitress handed each of them a menu and told them she would be back soon. Steve looked at his daughter and told her if she wanted a drink she could have one. Nicole said "but dad I'm still 17 yet." Her dad told her she was going to be 18 soon and that she deserved it for being so brave. The waitress came back and took their order. Steve a Sirloin steak well done with a baked potato and a beer. Nicole ordered a Shrimp dinner and french fries along with a Fuzzy Navel. As they sat there waiting for their dinners the waitress brought them their drinks. Steve and Nicole began talking about other things more and more and the accident less and less. They would talk about Steve's job and Nicole's school. Nicole rambled on and on about her up coming graduation in a few months. 

As they sat there Steve was admiring the beauty of his daughter. There was just something about her that kept him drawn to her. In his eyes she was a spitting image of his wife. As he sat there he was mesmerized by all of the curves of her face. To him, his daughter was the most beautiful person in the world. The waitress served them and they began to eat dinner. Occasionally they would look up and smile at each other. And when that happened Steve noticed something else too. He felt a tingle in his loins. He fought the feeling as he knew it was so wrong. Each time it happened he would think of something like cutting the grass to take his mind off of it. 

On the other side of the table Nicole too began to feel a little different. Her fathers smile would give her a feeling of electricity shooting through her body. She found that it sometimes caused her nipples to harden. Nicole would shift herself so her top would be loose enough so her father wouldn't see. Nicole thought it might have been the drink she had but realized she only drank half of it so far. Plus this wasn't the first time she had this feeling while being with her father.

After they finished their dinner they drove home. They were kind of quiet on the way home. Not really talking rather listening to the country music on the stereo. Nicole was terribly afraid of the feelings she was developing. She too knew they were wrong. But they made her feel good. No boy had ever made her body tingle like that. Steve, on the other hand, had been very lonely lately especially as time has passed and he learned how to handle his wife's passing. He was lonely but he knew he shouldn't have those kind of thoughts about his own daughter. 

Over the next few weeks life seemed like it was finally returning to normal at home. Both Steve and his daughter Nicole seemed to be over the brunt of the healing process. Nicole was nearing her 18th birthday and graduation. Nicole came home from school with all of the information about her graduation. She walked up to her dad and hugged him and showed him the graduation schedule. "Your going to come aren't you dad?" Nicole asked. As Steve looked over the schedule he said "I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world." With that Nicole hugged her dad and told him how much she loved him. This time she felt jolts of electricity racing through her body and this time they caused her pussy to tingle. Nicole pulled away, slightly flustered by the feeling she had and went to her room to change. As she walked to her room Steve looked at his daughter and admired the short skirt she was wearing. This gave Steve a tingle in his loin too. 

Nicole laid on her bed trying to figure out why she would get these funny feelings. She stood up and undressed carefully hanging up her school uniform so it wouldn't wrinkle because she hated ironing. She removed her bra, socks and finally her panties. Again Nicole laid back on her bed. She closed her eyes as if to look for a reason as to why she had these feelings and all she could see behind her closed eyes was her father. Again a jolt of electricity raced through her body. Nicole reached up and cupped her breasts and felt how hard her nipples felt. Nicole caressed the soft skin of her breasts ever so slowly working her fingers closer to her hard nipples. As she slid her fingers across both of her nipples she felt a desire she never had before. She felt her pussy beginning to burn. Nicole pinched her nipples and all she could think of was that it was her dad pinching them...better yet sucking on them. 

Nicole decided she had to stop because that was just plain wrong but she couldn't because it felt so damned good. She pinched her nipples harder imagining that it was her father biting on them. She was on fire. Slowly she slid her hand down her stomach towards her pussy. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair as she continued to pinch her nipples with her other hand. Finally her fingers found her pussy lips. They were parted and glistening with moisture. Nicole had never in her life been turned on like this before. She was still a virgin. 

As she lay there with her eyes closed she continued to pinch her nipples with one hand and she began running her fingers up and down her wet slit. The whole time all Nicole could picture was her father. She slid her fingers in only a short distance as to not break her hymen. Nicole found the spot of her pussy that felt best and began to rub it. It felt wonderful. As she rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples she imagined it was her fathers fingers touching her and rubbing her. She noticed her hips were beginning to thrust up and down and she felt a tingling sensation from her head to her toes. Her pussy was getting real wet like there was liquid flowing from it. She felt wave after wave of electricity shooting out of her pussy. Finally the waves of passion subsided and Nicole just lay there. She knew she just had her very first orgasm but she felt terrible that she had it while she was thinking about her dad. 

Nicole stood up off of her bed and dropped down to her knees and placed her hands together. She began to pray to god. She asked god to forgive her because she just did something so terribly wrong. She said prayer after prayer while her cum dripped out of her pussy and down her legs, the whole time begging god for his forgiveness.

At the same time Steve was equally as turned on. He took a shower and his cock stood at full attention. As he soaped it up he realized how wonderful it felt. Steve hadn't been with a woman since his wife. It has been nearly two years and he hadn't even jacked off yet. Thoughts raced through his mind as to why his cock was hard. Actually not just hard but rock hard. He thought that maybe it was because it had been so long that it was just a hormone build up or something. 

Steve closed his eyes and pictured his lovely wife that he missed so dearly. He began pumping his cock and it felt magnificent. Pre cum was oozing out and he used it for a lubricant. With the water running on him and his eyes closed Steve lowered his head as if he was going to look into his wife's eyes as she was giving him head. Instead what he saw in his mind was his beautiful daughters face with his cock in her mouth. Steve's hips began to thrust and he immediately began to cum from such a wicked and incestuous thought. He pumped out gob after thick gob of cum that had been stored in him for nearly two years to the thought of his beautiful daughter going down on him.

Steve felt a relief but then he felt really guilty. He had just did something terribly wrong. He finished showering and got dressed and went to the living room to watch TV. As he watched country music videos he heard Nicole taking a shower. A short while later she came into the living room to watch TV with her dad. She still felt ashamed but she knew it was something that she had to deal with. She could never let her father know that he made her cum. They watched TV in silence until they decided it was bed time. 

Finally Nicole's 18th birthday came around. A few relatives and friends showed up to bring her cards and gifts. Everyone sat around talking and sharing stories. Nobody talked about the accident. It seemed odd to Nicole how life seemed to be back to normal...except for the wicked thoughts she continued to have about her dad. Finally they ate cake and opened presents. She received mostly sweaters, tee shirts and money. Everyone had a wonderful time. As it got later everyone started to leave. Finally around midnight the last guest finally left. 

Nicole helped her father clean up the mess from the party. Picking up paper plates and forks and pop cans, along with the wrapping paper from her presents. Nicole looked at her father and knew he was sad just from the look on his face. She knew he missed mom. Nicole went to father and put her arms around him and just hugged him. They stood there just hugging each other while they shed a few tears. They were just so sad that her mother couldn't be there for the party. They soon pulled themselves together and finished cleaning up. They were tired so they went to bed. 

Steve climbed into his bed but couldn't sleep. Thoughts of his daughter began racing through his head again. He thought to himself that this is happening all too frequently. His cock was stiffening rapidly as he thought about his daughter. He closed his eyes and began to stroke his cock softly. He imagined Nicole standing at the end of the bed on the dresser doing a slow strip tease for him. He felt the first few drops of pre cum drip down his head. Steve used his forefinger and wiped a drop of it up and raised his finger to his mouth. He tasted it and imagined it was Nicole's pussy juice. This caused his cock to leak more. 

In his fantasy Nicole wiggled out of her top and skirt and was standing there in a bra, panties and heels. As he pumped his cock he imagined her reaching behind her and unfastening her bra. As she removed the material she cupped her breasts as to teas him by not letting him see her globes. Finally she let them hang freely as she slid her hands down her stomach to her thong. Slowly and seductively she wiggled out of the dainty material and she kicked them towards her father. With one hand pumping his cock Steve reached up as though his daughter really did kick her thong to him, and he tried to catch it. 

Next Nicole stepped off of the dresser and onto the bed. Getting on her hands and knees she started crawling towards him very slowly and seductively. Crawling up between his legs moving ever so closely towards his cock. As Steve stroked his cock Nicole slid her tongue from his shaved balls up his shaft to the tip of his cock. Steve was close to cumming Nicole crawled up farther until she positioned her wet pussy over his cock. Steve reached up and grabbed her hips and pulled her down on his hot rod and began to fuck her. Steve's hips began to thrust as he fucked his daughter It didn't take long as Steve began to cum. Gobs of cum flew high into the air landing on his stomach, legs and bed. 

As Steve's cock went limp he almost started to cry for having such a sinful fantasy. He thought how wrong it was and he knew he needed to do something about it. He cleaned himself up with tissues he had on his night stand for just this purpose. It was becoming routine to be jacking off to the sight of his daughter...to routine! Little did Steve know his daughter was across the hall having the same fantasies that he was having.

Across the hall Nicole laid in her bed. Again her body was on fire. Over the last few months Nicole began masturbating almost nightly to the thought of her father. Every time she felt terrible afterwards and prayed for god to forgive her. This night was a little different though. Nicole rolled onto her stomach and placed her pillow under her between her legs. She grabbed the second pillow to make it a little higher. She positioned herself up on her hands and knees and lowered her naked mound onto the pillows. She bunched up her comforter and placed it under her breasts and laid on it. In Nicole's mind she was now on top of her father. 

Nicole closed her eyes and imagined she was straddling her dad. She lowered herself onto her dads cock. When her pussy touched the pillow she felt jolts of electricity filling her body. In her mind she felt how her dads cock would fill her pussy even though it really wasn't but to her it was wonderful. Nicole began to rock her hips on the pillows. She lowered her head to her fathers face and kissed him sliding her tongue into his hot mouth. She could feel her orgasm building as she humped the pillows. Then it happened. Nicole moaned "oh daddy" as an orgasm rocked her young body. She thrust her pussy up and down on the pillows cumming all over them. 

This time was different though. Nicole couldn't stop. Her pussy was still on fire, still needing attention. She kept humping the pillows. She could feel her dads hands on her ass as he was fucking her. Again she felt her body beginning to tingle. She moaned "oh my god daddy" and began to cum again. Her breathing was heavy and fast. She was licking her daddy's face as he was fucking her. The pillow beneath her was becoming soaked. But her pussy still tingled. Nicole just couldn't stop cumming. Her hips kept humping the pillows. 

This time Nicole imagined her dad had one hand holding the back of her head as he slid his tongue into her mouth and the other one found its way into her ass crack. She felt her daddy press his finger on her ass hole as she humped the pillows. She felt her body tingle again and for the third strait time she began to cum. Nicole lowered her head into the comforter and let out a few moans and grunts as she came so her father wouldn't hear her. Finally her third orgasm subsided and she knew she was finished. Nicole pulled the pillows out from under her and pulled the comforter over herself. She began to pray again. Somewhere during her prayers she fell fast asleep.

Morning came and Nicole made her way to school. It was a week before her graduation. Her finals were in the next couple of days. While Nicole was in the library studying she started to feel her body tingle again. She knew she had to stop these feelings. They were more than feelings, they were cravings and desires. She could no longer study without the thought of her father clouding her concentration so she packed up her books and headed for home. 

When she arrived home Her father had a dinner already prepared and waiting for her. Nicole put her book bag down and immediately sat down at the table. Steve fixed her a plate of chicken and dumplings with green beans and they sat down and ate together. They ate and made small talk. By the time dinner was finished Nicole's bush was on fire and she need to relieve it soon. Steve had the same urge. After dinner they cleaned up the dishes and Nicole excused herself to go to her room to study. 




Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned



But Nicole couldn't study. She stripped her clothes off and began to masturbate again. This was becoming a daily habit for her now and on some days she had to get off more than once. Steve was having the same problem too. A day couldn't pass without him jacking off to the lovely fantasy of his beautiful daughter. He too knew he had to do something to put an end to this and he better do it soon. 

Over the next week Nicole took all of her final exams. She did quite well too. Then came the big day. Her graduation. They had to be at the high school gym at 10:00am for the ceremony. Nicole and her father arrived early. Steve wanted a good seat so he could take plenty of pictures as she walked in her cap and gown as she carried her diploma. As Steve waited he looked at all of the other high school girls. There were some sharp ones but none like his daughter. He couldn't imagine jacking off to any of them. He wondered why he was jacking off to his daughter. 

The ceremony started. There were speakers and guest speakers. Then there was a slide presentation of the students last 4 years of school. Steve was so proud every time Nicole's picture would flash on the screen. Then they played a memorial for Nicole's mom. It was wonderful. For the first time Steve didn't feel sad, instead he was happy for his daughter. Finally they began passing out diplomas. 

The principal handed Nicole her diploma and she marched down the red carpet towards her dad. Steve was snapping picture after picture. The whole time he was snapping pictures he was imagining she was walking down the carpet towards him wearing just heels. His cock was now swelling in his pants and was becoming uncomfortable. As she passed him he watched as she walked away. He could see her ass wiggling as she walked. Then something terrible happened to Steve. He came in his pants right there at the ceremony. He covered his lap hoping nothing would leak through. He excused himself and went to the bathroom. After Steve cleaned himself up he met his daughter in the commons. They chatted with some of her friends and their parents. 

Soon they were on their way home. Nicole was no longer in school. She had to get to the local community college to pick classes for the fall quarter. On the way home they decided to stop at a fast food restaurant for lunch. They got burgers and fries and went home. They lounged around all day and just relaxed. 

Steve had been contemplating something but was a bit apprehensive about it. He thought about going to his church to go to confession. He had not been to confession since his wife was killed and thought that maybe he could confess his un holy desires about his daughter to the priest. Finally Steve said to his daughter "I'm going to go to confession Saturday, do you want to go with me?" Nicole looked at her dad and said "yes" as she had thought about confessing her thoughts and feelings about her dad with the priest also. Steve looked at the church flier and told Nicole that confessions were heard from 12:00- 1:00pm Saturday. But this was still Thursday. 

Nicole's body was in charge of her now. She just couldn't stop masturbating to the fantasy of her father. It was the same for Steve too. Steve was cumming more now than when his wife was fucking him all the time. That night when they went to bed they each got off. It was the same thing on Friday night too. They each new they had to do something about it and confession seemed logical. 

Finally Saturday morning came. Steve dressed in a nice suit and dress pants and Nicole dressed in a nice skirt and blouse. They ate a quick lunch and watched TV and then it was time to leave for the church. All morning long Nicole asked herself if this was the right thing to do. She asked herself "how do I tell a priest I have fantasies about my dad?" Then she wondered what if the priest asks questions?? She was a bit frightened but she knew she had to do it to give herself piece of mind. She thought talking about it to someone holy and sacred like her priest would rid her of these temptations and desires. 

On the way there Steve began asking himself the same questions. He was a little nervous and actually scared. The drive seemed to take forever. Not a word was said the whole way there. They pulled up to the church and parked the car. They walked up to the steps of the church and then proceeded to climb them up to the doors. Steve pulled open the door for his daughter to enter. He had no idea she was going to confess the same thing as him. They went in and knelt down and began to pray. It was almost 1:00pm now and there were only a couple in front of them. They waited their turn. The first confessional opened up and Nicole motioned for her father to go first. Steve got up and walked past her and went into the confessional while Nicole sat in the pew and prayed.

As Steve was kneeling in the confessional it was dark as the priest had the small window closed. He was so glad there was an opaque piece of linen so he wouldn't have to look at the priest face to face. All he would be able to see is the silhouette of the priest. He waited and waited and finally the priest slid the window opened. Steve whispered "Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned. My last confession was two years ago." 

Steve did not know who the priest was. He had heard it was someone new so he felt a little more at ease about what he was going to say. Father Joseph said "my son what brings you here today, what do you wish to confess?" 

Steve told the priest that he used the lords name in vane a few times. Father Joseph said "and is that all?" 

"UuuHhh...ah...no, father," Steve said in a hushed voice because he knew his daughter was in the other confessional on the other side of Father Joseph. Steve could see the silhouette of the priest sitting there. 

"Go on," the priest said. 

"Father, I don't know how to explain this or even if I should explain this but I have had some very wrong feelings lately," Steve said. 

The priest's reply was, "What do you mean?" 

Steve was scared, but his cock was stirring in his pants at the same time. 

"Go on," the priest mumbled. 

Steve mustered up the courage and whispered, "I have been having lustful thoughts and fantasies about my daughter." 

There was a moment of silence. The priest whispered "I see. Go on tell me more..." 

Steve asked the priest, "What do you want to know, Father?" 

The priest asked, "How long has this been going on?" 

Steve replied, "About a year." 

Father Joseph then asked Steve, "Have you had any sexual contact with her?" 

Steve's answered quickly, "No." 

Then the priest asked Steve an unusual question. He asked Steve, "Tell me your fantasy of your daughter including all the details so I can try to sort this out." 

Steve paused for a second. The priest told Steve not to be afraid that this is all confidential information. That made Steve feel a little better. Then Steve began to whisper. 

"Father, my daughter is so beautiful. Ever since I lost my wife I have been counting on my daughter more and more I lay on my bed at night and I imagine her standing on my dresser slowly and seductively stripping for me." 

With that Steve heard the priest shift around in his room. Steve watched as Father Joseph repositioned himself in his chair as if he was making himself more comfortable. 

"Then she begins to touch herself as she removes her bra and panties." 

The priest said, "And this turns you on?" 

"Yes father" Steve whispered. 

Again he heard the priest stirring in the confessional. "Go on," the priest whispered.

Steve continued. "Then she takes her breast in her hand and lifts it to her face and she licks her own nipple." By now Steve's cock was rock hard. He needed to relieve the pain in his groin so he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Then Steve whispered, "I imagine she is crawling up between my legs moving ever so closer." Steve couldn't help it. He began jerking his cock right there in the confessional. He looked at the shadow of the priest in the opaque window and saw something that utterly shocked him. 

He saw a silhouette of the priest sitting there...and he was stroking his cock! And it was huge. My god Steve thought it has to be at least 10 inches long, and it was towering!

"Continue," the priest whispered. Steve felt ashamed but turned on at the same time so he said. "I picture her tongue licking up and down my hard cock, and then taking all of my manhood into her mouth." Steve began stroking his hard cock even faster. "Then I picture her climbing up on me lowering her pussy onto my cock until I'm all the way in her." Again Steve looked in at the priest and his jacking tempo quickened. 

"Go on," the priest mumbled. 

Then Steve told the priest "I hold on to her hips as she bounces up and down on my cock the whole time I'm thrusting in and out of her tight wet pussy." 

When Steve finished that phrase he began to cum...right there in the confessional. He knew he was shooting his seed on the wall that stood between him and the priest. When he whispered to the priest that he cums in his daughter he looked in the window and saw the priests towering cock begin to spurt. Steve tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up. 

At this point Steve was really worried. The priest made some commotion for a few moments. Then he said to Steve "for your penance you will say 9 Our Fathers and 9 Hail Mary's plus you will come here to the church next Friday night at 7:30pm for counseling with me to rid these demons from your body." Steve was nervous about what just happened but agreed and went out to the pews to pray and wait for his daughter. While he was praying he wondered what Father Joseph meant by "ridding his body of demons" meant? 

It was now Nicole's turn to confess. As she waited in the dark in her confessional she too was nervous. She had no clue of what her own father had just confessed. As she knelt there, Father Joseph slid the confessional window open. She too was glad there was a white piece of linen separating her from the holy priest. Nicole began, "Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned. My last confession was 2 years ago." Nicole began confessing her sins, "Father, I have used the Lord's name in vain many times and I'm very sorry. Also I disobeyed my father a couple of times and for that I am very sorry too." 

Father Joseph's replied, "And is that all?" 

Nicole felt ashamed. There was a pause and Father Joseph again asked her if she had any other sins to confess. Again there was a long pause. 

Then she whispered, "I have one more sin to confess, Father." 

"Go ahead" Father Joseph replied.

Nicole was getting flustered and really nervous. But then she finally began to speak. "Father, I have been having very wrong and wicked thoughts." 

"What do you mean?" the priest asked. 

"I know it is wrong," Nicole whispered "but I have been thinking of my father in a romantic and sexual way." 

Father Joseph seemed a bit shocked as he sat in his room hearing her confession. He thought to himself, "Could this be the daughter of the man he had just listened to?"And if it was did her father know she was confessing this?" Father Joseph asked her "does your father know about your feelings?" 

"No" Nicole whispered. 

"Tell me all the details of your fantasies so I can try to sort this out," Father Joseph whispered. Nicole heard the priest shifting around in his room she too could see his silhouette through the linen. She was embarrassed but she knew she had to tell. "He is just a perfect man father" Nicole whispered. "Ever since mom died he treats me with respect and honor. He always puts me first and takes care of me." 

The priest whispered, "Tell me about your sexual fantasies," as he repositioned himself in his room. 

"When I lay in bed at night father, I wish he is laying right there next to me. When I think of that I get goose bumps on my skin and feel like jolts of electricity are rushing through my body." 

As she said that she did feel jolts of electricity rushing through her body. She felt her nipples stiffening and her pussy getting wet. Nicole tried to fight the feeling but it just got stronger as she continued to speak. Again father Joseph asked her to continue.

"Father," Nicole whispered, "when I touch my breasts and pinch my nipples I close my eyes and imagine it is my dad's mouth on them." With that Nicole instinctively reached up and caressed her breasts through her blouse and gently pinched her nipples. She couldn't believe she was so turned on in church especially telling the holy priest about her sinful thoughts. Nicole unbuttoned the top three buttons and slid her hand under her bra cup and squeezed her breast. 

"Then, Father, as I rub my pussy with my fingers I so desperately wish it was my dad's tongue licking me." Nicole could not contain herself anymore. She reached up under her skirt and rubbed her pussy through her sodden panties. Her panties were soaking wet. She began a rhythmic rubbing motion over her wet pussy as she spoke to the holy priest. 

"Oh, Father," Nicole moaned out realizing she needed to be a little more quiet. "Then I picture my dad crawling up on top of me and kissing me while I feel his cock on my wet pussy." 

Nicole looked at the silhouette through the white material and what she saw surprised her. Actually it stunned her. Nicole saw the priest stroking his holy staff! Nicole didn't know what to do. She had to confess but she was getting nervous. She never saw a man jacking off before let alone her priest. She was too far gone to stop now. 

"Father, I feel his tongue sliding into my mouth as I slide mine into his and then I feel his cock slide into me filling me completely and taking my virginity." As Nicole finished that sentence she felt fire rush through her body. She tingled all over from her head to her toes. Her body began to shake uncontrollably as she began to cum. She couldn't believe she was cumming in her church inside the confessional while she confessed her sins. As she came her eyes were fixated on the priests cock. She could see him jacking off and pretended it was her father jacking off for her. Just as Nicole's orgasm subsided she saw the silhouette of the priests cock spurting drops of cum through the linen. This caused Nicole to begin to tremble and cum again. She rubbed her wet pussy harder as she came a second time. She saw the priest cover himself up and reposition himself in his room. Nicole's orgasm ended. 

Father Joseph said "For your penance you will say 9 Our Fathers and 9 Hail Mary's. Also you will come to this church on Friday night at 7:00pm to meet with me to go through counseling to rid your body of these demons that are causing these feelings." Nicole stammered "thank you father" as she buttoned her blouse and excused herself from the confessional. 

Nicole walked over to where her father was sitting and knelt next to him to pray. The whole time she questioned her faith and herself. She kept asking herself "why?" Nicole said her penance and sat back with her dad. They looked at each other and got up and walked out of the church and went to their car. 

During the drive home neither one spoke a word. They both were tired from their orgasmic confessionals and even felt ashamed for doing that in the holy church. Once home they each took turns showering. They met in the living room and began to watch a movie that was on cable. Finally her father broke the ice and asked her if she felt better having gone to confession. Nicole responded "of course daddy, don't you?" Steve agreed and said that they should go to confession more often and that they should start going back to church. 

The movie was boring and soon Nicole dozed off on the couch. Steve was sitting in the chair and he too was fighting the urge to sleep. while fighting the urge to fall a asleep Steve looked away from the TV at Nicole. She was fast asleep. His eyes gazed at her body. There she was laying in her night gown on the couch. He stared at her feet for a moment admiring how beautiful they were. Then Steve's eyes slowly scanned their way up his daughters legs to her knees. Then up her thighs and then to her sexy ass. Her night gown had risen to the bottom of her ass and Steve could see the very bottom oh his daughters cheeks. Nicole moved slightly and parted her legs in the process. Steve watched intently and then he was rewarded. Nicole parted her legs just enough for her father to see her bare pussy. 

Steve just stared at his daughter's pussy. He could see her golden pubic hairs. Her pussy lips were still a little puffed up from what happened at confession. Steve just continued to stare at his daughter. He felt his own tool stirring in his pants. Quietly Steve removed his cock and began stroking it. Steve leaned a little forward for a better view and continued stroking himself. 

He moved as far as he thought he could for fear of making a noise and waking his beautiful daughter. He just fixated on her legs and pussy. He kept stroking and soon he felt his balls tighten. He knew he was going to erupt so he very quietly took a tissue out of the box and held it up to his cock. Being only a couple feet away from his daughter's naked pussy really turned him on. Steve began to cum. He missed the tissue with the first spurt and he almost fainted when he saw where it landed. A gob of cum landed on his daughters big toe. He feared she felt it and would wake up and catch him. But he couldn't stop stroking. Finally Steve pumped the rest of his cum into the tissue. 

Steve just sat there for a few moments while his cock deflated. Quietly he tucked his cock back into his pants and just sat there. He looked at his daughters foot and saw the gob of cum stuck to the bottom of her toe. He didn't know what to do about it. He couldn't wipe it up because then she would know. Steve decided to just leave it alone and maybe she wouldn't notice. Steve got out of his chair and took his tissue to the trash can. He grabbed a soda out of the fridge and went to the rest room to take a piss. He was still in shock that he saw his daughters pussy naked like that. He felt ashamed but excited at the same time. 

Steve returned to the living room only to find his daughter awake. She got up and excused herself to go to bed. Steve looked at the floor and saw the spot where her toe hit the carpet with his cum on it. He felt better that she didn't realize it was there. Steve shut off the TV and turned out the lights. He retired to his room as his daughter went to hers. Steve pulled the covers up to his chin and fell asleep. But Nicole couldn't sleep. She was on fire.

Nicole recanted in her mind what happened at church earlier in the day and her young body began to throb again. She ripped all of her clothes off and laid naked on her bed. She squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples while imagining it was her dad pleasing her like that. Soon her hands were down to her wet bush. Sliding her fingers up and down her moist slit, her hips began to thrust. 

Her fingers began to penetrate deeper. She was scared but horny at the same time. She could now feel that fine membrane inside her young vagina. She was careful not to break it but it felt so good to have her fingers fucking herself like that. Slowly she withdrew her fingers and began to rub her clit. As her hips were thrusting she began to cum. She had to use all of her strength to not make any noises. She just wanted to scream out "oh daddy fuck me." But she couldn't. Her young body just kept cumming and cumming. Nicole lost count after her fourth orgasm and passed out. 

Morning came and Nicole met her dad in the kitchen for breakfast. They made small talk about what they were going to do for the day and then they each went on their own way. Nicole went shopping and Steve was staying home to clean the house. While Steve was cleaning he decided to do the laundry. He washed and dried his and Nicole's clothes then he decided to strip the sheets off of their beds to wash them. Steve was just about to pull his daughters sheets off of her bed when he saw her pillow on the floor. He saw a large stain on it and wondered what his daughter spilled on it. I picked up the pillow and examined it closer. Steve rubbed his fingers over the stain and it was dried. He couldn't figure out what it was. He raised it to his nose to smell it. It was then that he knew what it was. He knew it was his daughters pussy juice. 




Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned



Steve sat down on his daughters bed. He kept inhaling her scent. He could feel the rush of energy running through his body. The more he inhaled her scent the harder his cock got. Steve knew he was alone so he stood up and undressed. He laid Nicole's pillow down on the middle of her bed. He crawled on her bed and positioned himself over the cum stained pillow. 

Steve thought this would be the closest he would ever come to fucking Nicole. He lowered his hard cock onto the stained pillow and began to hump it. Steve began thrusting his hips up and down. He could feel his pre cum oozing out of his cock and onto the stain that his daughters pussy made. The whole time he had his eyes closed and imagined his daughter humping the pillow in the same fashion. He pictured her beautiful pussy rubbing back and forth and up and down over the soft material. Then he imagined it was his daughter under him. He could feel her legs up around his back with her heels pressed against his ass cheeks. He could even hear and feel her breathing and moaning. That was all he could take. Steve began to cum. He just kept imagining that he was fucking his beautiful daughter, filling her beautiful young pussy with his cum. Steve's orgasm subsided. He got off of the pillow and bed and examined the mess that he had made. His pile of cum was right in the middle of his daughters cum stain. 

Steve went to the bathroom and cleaned up his wet cum soaked cock. He returned to Nicole's room and took her sheets and pillow cases and went to the washer. Just as the washer started, Nicole returned home. Steve thought about how close he came to getting caught by his daughter. Nicole went to her father and hugged him and handed him a small present. Steve was surprised but also elated. He took the small package from his daughter and opened it. It was a tee shirt. On the front of it said "Number One Dad." Steve liked it so much that right in front of his daughter he pulled his shirt off and pulled the new one on. He bent down and kissed his daughter on the cheek and thanked her over and over. 

It was now Thursday night. Nicole never told her father about going to the church for counseling. She knew she had to follow through with it because the urge to fuck her father was growing stronger by the hour. Nicole laid in bed trying to figure out what Father Joseph was going to say. Then she tried to figure out what she was going to say. It was all getting too confusing so she drifted off to sleep. A deep sleep. 

She walked into her father's room and pulled his sheets back exposing his nakedness as he slept. Nicole knelt on the bed and took her fathers cock into her hands and began to rub it lightly. She bent down and took her father's cock into her mouth and began to lick it. She could feel it begin to grow in her mouth. Soon her father's cock was standing tall. She looked up at her father realizing that he was looking into her eyes too. Nicole climbed up on top of her father. 

Steve grabbed his daughter's hips and guided her wet pussy to his cock. Slowly Nicole sank down on her father, farther and farther until all of him was inside her. Slowly with her hands on her fathers chest she began to ride up and down. It felt wonderful to finally fuck the man of her dreams. As she looked into her dad's eyes she began to cum. Just then Nicole woke up. She realized she was dreaming but she realized something else too. She was really cumming. It was strange to her for she was cumming without even touching herself. After her orgasm subsided Nicole rolled over and fell back asleep. 

Nicole drove to the church as Father Joseph requested. On the drive there she pondered what was going to transpire. She arrived a few minutes before 7:00pm and walked into the church. Nicole blessed herself with the holy water and made the sign of the cross as she walked towards the alter. She knelt down on the first step and began to pray. Just then Father Joseph walked out of the sacristy and on to the alter. He motioned for Nicole to get up and follow him and proceeded to walk to the sacristy. Nicole followed as ordered, never speaking a word. 

In the sacristy Father Joseph proceeded to tell Nicole that it was time. Time to remove the demon form her body that was clouding her mind. The priest placed his hands together and bowed his head and said a short prayer out loud. Then he told Nicole to disrobe. Nicole looked in horror at Father Joseph. She said "I don't think so." 

Father Joseph again said to disrobe. Nicole he said, "You will only be seen by me and God. God put you on this earth without any clothes on so be not ashamed."

Nicole turned her back to the priest and slowly began to undress. She kicked her shoes off. Then she pulled her top off over her head and placed it on the chair next to her. Then she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her sexy legs. She stepped out of the jeans and then folded them and placed them with her shirt on the chair. Now Nicole was only wearing her panties and bra. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and pulled her arms through the straps. She tossed it on top of her other clothes on the chair. Finally she slid her panties down her ass and then the material fell to the floor. Nicole stepped out of them and was now completely naked. 

The lights went off. Nicole was nervous. Actually she was scared. She started to tremble not only from being nervous but from being cold. Father Joseph whispered, "Follow me my child" and proceeded to walk out into the church. Nicole did as instructed and walked totally naked behind the priest. Father Joseph walked to the six foot tall wooden cross. "Stand right here my lost soul" as he placed her back up against the wooden beam. Nicole didn't say a word. Father Joseph took Nicole's right hand and raised it to the cross beam to her right. He strapped her wrist to the beam so she couldn't move her arm. Next Father Joseph took her left hand and raised her arm to the cross beam on the other side of the cross. He strapped her left wrist to the cross beam. Nicole was now helpless. 

She tried to pull her arms down but she couldn't. Nicole stood naked and tied to the cross on the alter. Father Joseph began saying prayers for Nicole. He blessed her body with holy water. As the water landed on Nicole it felt really cold. It made her nipples stiffen. Nicole wanted so badly to squeeze them but she couldn't. Father Joseph said he would be back shortly. He blew out the candle which was the only light source on the alter. It was now completely dark. 

Nicole heard a door open. She heard scuffling in the room where she had undressed. She feared it was someone other than Father Joseph. Her father arrived for his counseling session. Steve new nothing of his daughter being there. Father Joseph told Steve that it was time to rid his body and soul of the demons that were clouding his judgment and thoughts. The priest then said "undress and we will begin the counseling. Steve protested but was soon cut off from Father Joseph. "God put you on this earth with nothing on and that is how he wishes to see you right now." "God needs to cleanse your soul." Steve did as ordered and began to undress. He piled his clothes on the small candle table. Soon he too was naked. "Follow me" Father Joseph said and he walked out on to the alter. 

Once on the alter Steve could see very little. He saw the giant cross and he saw what looked like a person tied to it but he wasn't sure. Father Joseph positioned Steve about three feet in front of his daughter. Father Joseph began to pray. Steve just stood there and then he saw the figure on the cross move slightly. Steve began to get really nervous. Next father Joseph reached for the incense. He held the chain in one hand and began to swing it back and forth . He walked around the cross then around Steve. He walked around them six times. The smell of the incense was intoxicating. Nicole felt her head beginning to spin from it. Steve felt as if he was in another world, almost like he felt from smoking weed in high school. 

Next Father Joseph lit a candle. Steve looked up at the cross and was in shock. It was his daughter tied to the cross. Steve looked in her eyes and then he slowly began to look down her body. His eyes looked down her arms and saw they were tied to the cross. Then his eyes moved back to her face. Nicole looked back at her father nervously. She was exposed and nervous and there was nothing she could do about it. The smell of the incense did seem to help her relax a bit though. Next Steve's eyes scanned down his daughters neck to her breasts. For the first time Steve saw his daughter's breasts naked since they developed. Nicole felt her father staring at them and her nipples stiffened even more. Next Steve's gaze slowly moved from her breasts down her stomach to her bush. Nicole could feel herself getting warmer. Her father was looking at her naked pussy and she could feel it starting to tingle a bit. Steve scanned down his daughters legs all the way to her feet, pausing for a moment to stare at her sexy red toe nails. 

Nicole looked back at her father who was standing there naked in front of her too. She saw the well built body of her father totally naked. She gazed upon his well built chest and toned arms. But what Nicole really looked at how well built her fathers cock was. It was semi erect and must have been eight inches already. She wondered how large it was when it was totally hard. 

Nicole was interrupted as Father Joseph began to pray. The priest walked closer to Steve and had a candle in his hand. Father Joseph made the sigh of the cross on Steve's chest. Then the priest turned to Nicole and placed the shaft of the candle on Nicole's right breast and made the sign of the cross. Father Joseph slid the candle on her nipple as he made the sign of the cross. He did the same to the other breast and nipple too. Nicole didn't think her nipples could get any harder but they did. Even she was amazed at how far her nipples were sticking out. Then father Joseph placed the candle in front of Nicole's bush and made one more sign of the cross. 

As Steve stood there in front of his daughter his cock began to harden. He couldn't help it, his daughter turned him on that much. Father Joseph looked at them both while standing at their sides. He said "you both sought out my advice and counseling because you both are attracted to each other" Immediately Nicole and Steve looked at each other in shock. "You both have a demon in your souls that needs to be extracted." Tonight we will release the demon and free you two from your lust for each other." 

Father Joseph walked behind Nicole. She couldn't see what he was doing. The priest pulled a black cloth from his pocket and reached around Nicole's head. He pulled the black strip of material over Nicole's eyes and now she was blind folded. This caused her to feel even more nervous. She now stood before her father naked and tied to a cross and to make it worse she didn't know what was going to happen. There was something about the blindfold though. Nicole felt her body beginning to burn even more. She knew her pussy was moist but now she could feel it beginning to tingle. 

Father Joseph began to pray Steve watched as the priest picked up a large candle that was in a glass. Nicole could see nothing. As the priest prayed he walked closer to Nicole. As he spoke Nicole felt a sharp pain on her left breast. A moan escaped her lips and it echoed throughout the church. Then she felt the same sensation on her right breast. Her nipple burned so bad but it stiffened even more. She thought to herself, "is the priest pouring candle wax on my breasts?" 

She felt some of the wax drip off of her breast and land on her feet. She could feel the wax cool and harden on her toes. This was turning Nicole on and knowing that her father was watching the whole show turned her on even more. Next Father Joseph poured the wax between Nicole's cleavage and she could feel the wax run down her stomach past her navel and then through her bush. Once the wax hit her pussy Nicole screamed. Not of pain but rather of pleasure. She knew there was no turning back now. If the priest wanted her demon from her body it was awake now and listening. 

As Nicole stood there tied to the cross blindfolded she knew her pussy lips were wet and opened. She felt a strange sensation on her pussy. Father Joseph placed the butt of the candle on Nicole's pussy and rubbed it up and down a few times. Slowly She could feel the priest inserting the candle into her pussy. She winced in pain as she had never yet been fucked. She was worried that the candle was going to take her virginity. The priest felt her hymen and stopped. He withdrew the candle and raised it to Steve's face. He held the candle under Steve's nose. Steve inhaled his daughters scent. The hormones of her scent caused his cock to harden completely. Father Joseph placed the candle in front of Steve's mouth and Steve began to lick his daughters juices from it. 

Father Joseph nudged Steve closer to his daughter. He whispered "its time to bring the demons out of each other" Nicole wondered what that meant. Steve was now right in front of his daughter. Steve new what he had to do. He lowered his head and placed his lips on his daughters. He kissed her softly. Then he kissed her again. This time he let his tongue slide across her lips. Slowly Nicole opened her mouth for her father. Nicole's tongue met her fathers half way. The explored each others mouths like two high school kids in a parked car. Steve broke the kiss as Nicole could do nothing about it as she was still blind folded and tied to the cross. 

Steve began kissing his daughters neck then her ear. He slid his tongue into his young daughters ear. He heard her moan softly so he knew she approved. He kissed his way down her neck to just above her breasts. Steve brushed away some of the wax that had hardened. As he stood in front of his naked daughter he reached up and cupped her breasts and held them up. Steve lowered his head to his daughters breasts and kissed them lightly. Steve licked the bottoms and sides of both of her breasts. Next he flicked his tongue over his daughters nipples. They were so hard and long. Steve hungrily sucked a nipple into his mouth like he was a baby breast feeding. Nicole moaned loudly. Actually her moaning was turning to panting as her heart rate quickened from her fathers ministrations. Back and forth Steve sucked on his daughters nipples. 

Letting her breasts go Steve kissed his way down Nicole's stomach. On his way he swirled his tongue in her navel. He kissed and licked his way down her hip then down her thigh. Using both hands he felt his daughters sexy soft thigh as he licked and kissed it . He made it to her knee. Steve raised her leg and kissed and licked her calf. Finally Steve had his sexy daughters foot in his hand. He lowered his head and began kissing her ankle. Nicole felt sensations she never knew existed as her father licked her foot. Steve slid his tongue over the top of his daughters toes. Then he began to suck on each toe one at a time. This felt so good to Nicole that she began to cum. Nicole could feel her pussy juice dripping on to the carpet on the alter. Drop after drop dripped off of her pussy lips. She couldn't believe that her father just gave her an orgasm from sucking her toes. 

Steve placed his daughters foot back on the floor and knelt in front of her. Her bush was right in front of his face. Nicole could feel his breath on her pussy. Steve kissed his daughters navel again and began kissing his way to her bush. There reached up and cupped his daughters ass and pulled her pussy closer to his face. He could smell his daughters wetness. Steve tilted his head a bit and licked lightly at his daughters wet pussy. Nicole moaned loudly. Again Steve placed his tongue at the bottom of his daughters pussy and licked up towards he bush. Again Nicole moaned. 

Steve began to eat his daughter's pussy on the alter in front of the priest and god. Nicole never knew having her pussy eaten felt so wonderful. As her father tongued her wet hole she could feel another orgasm building. Steve continued to caress and rub his daughters ass while he ate her pussy. Nicole couldn't take it any longer. Her hips began to buck on her fathers face. For a moment her father wasn't eating her rather she was fucking her fathers face. The jolts of electricity raced through her young body as her dad sucked on her clit. Her knees were getting weaker and she was afraid she was going to collapse or pass out. She could feel her juices running out of her pussy and on to her fathers face. Finally her orgasm subsided.

Nicole heard the priest saying that the demons were being released. She was beginning to wish the demons would stay in her if they brought her this much pleasure. Nicole could feel her left wrist being untied. Then her right wrist. Finally Nicole was free and off of the cross where she had stood for an hour and a half. The priest pushed Nicole down to her knees in front of her father. "Release the demon from your father" the priest said. Steve moved closer and his cock pressed up against his blind folded daughters lips. Nicole moved her face so she could feel her fathers cock rub against her cheeks. She began to lick the shaft of her dads cock. She could feel his head as she licked away from her father. Then she could feel his hair less balls as she licked towards his body. 

Steve reached out and placed his hands on his daughters head and positioned her mouth at the tip of his cock. Nicole stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of her fathers cock. She tasted his pre cum as it oozed out of his cock. Nicole's mouth instinctively opened and her father pushed the head of his cock into her mouth. Nicole's mouth was stretched pretty wide because of her fathers girth. She was able to take her fathers head and only about half of his cock into her mouth without gagging. 

Nicole bobbed her head up and down on her fathers cock as she was giving her first blow job of her life. It didn't take long for Steve to begin thrusting his hips. Nicole could feel her fathers hands holding her head tighter. " Is he going to cum she wondered?" That question was answered almost immediately as Steve began pumping his cream into his daughters mouth. "Swallow it all" Father Joseph said as he sat watching the action from the first pew. Nicole began to swallow as much of her fathers thick milky cum as she could. Some dripped out of the corner of her mouth and on to her chin. 

Father Joseph again stood Nicole up. Again her wrists were fastened to the cross. She couldn't understand why. Once her wrists were secure Father Joseph positioned Steve in front of his daughter. Father Joseph moved behind Steve and reached around him. Father Joseph reached around to the back of Nicole's knees and yanked them up pulling her feet up off of the floor. Nicole screamed as the only thing that held her up were the straps that tied her wrists to the cross. It was becoming painful as the material dug into her flesh. Father Joseph placed Nicole's legs around her fathers hips. Nicole squeezed her legs around her father's waist to help relieve some of the pain in her wrists. 

Steve moved his hips closer to his daughter. His cock head was now pressed against his daughters wet pussy. Slowly Steve began to insert his massive cock into his daughter's tight love hole. As his head entered her pussy she began to scream. The pain in her wrists plus her fathers cock pressing against her hymen in her virgin pussy was too much to handle. Nicole screamed again as her father nudged in a little farther. She could feel it happen. Her father's cock broke her hymen and she was no longer pure. 

Steve reached around and held his daughters ass in his hands. His cock was sliding all the way in. Slowly Steve began to withdraw from his blind folded daughters pussy until his cock head was half way out of her hole. Then Steve began to slide back in. Nicole was screaming from pain and pleasure. It felt so good to have her father's cock in her but yet his size hurt her. Steve began to thrust a little faster in and out of his daughters hot tight pussy. Both of their fantasies were coming true but this was not how Nicole pictured it to happen. Nicole's pussy was on fire. The longer her father fucked her the better it felt. after about 15 minutes of slow fucking Steve picked up the tempo. 




Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned



Mike looked at his watch reluctantly. It was Sunday evening, 5:15. He promised he would be at the church at 6:00 for Mass at St. Mary’s Catholic Church. His best friend, Dane had spent the past year converting to Catholicism and tonight he would finally be accepted by the church. He had met a lovely Catholic girl and wanted to be able to have the church wedding that she dreamed of, this night was so important to Dane.

Mike had never really been a church attendee. Of course he believed in god and held his faith; he just didn’t feel the need to sit through a boring two hour sermon to prove it. He was willing to endure it this once to support his friend. He went to the closet and thumbed through his wardrobe for something church worthy, finally deciding on a pair of khaki dress pants, a burgundy shirt and a tie. With little enthusiasm he got into his car and headed to the church.

He came across a small fender bender, which had slowed traffic a little. He glanced nervously at his watch; hoping he wouldn’t be late. When he arrived at St. Mary’s he slid into the closest available spot in a very crowded lot and trotted to the door. He had a few moments to spare but he wasn’t sure where the fellowship hall was located. He entered into a dimly lit corridor and saw an angel standing at the water fountain. She was about 5’3” and very petite. She had deep blue eyes had blonde hair that cascaded in beautiful waves a little past her shoulders. She was fair skinned and had rather large breast for such a small frame. Her nicely shaped legs peeked out from a pastel pink, flowered sun dress. He walked up to her.

“Can you tell me how to get to the fellowship hall? I am running kind of late.”

She noticed his some what unhappy look and smiled. “First time? Well it’s down the hall to the left, you can’t miss it.”

“Thanks” he replied. He started to walk away when she started to speak again.

“I don’t really care for these things either to tell you the truth.”

“Huh?” he questioned.

“Well my mom is super religious and has always guilted me into coming. I’ve had all this catholic stuff crammed down my throat since I was little, even went to a catholic school.”

“I see” he replied.

“I guess she wanted to bring up the perfect little catholic school girl.”

He wished he could have stayed and talked to this beautiful woman but he was already late. He apologized and excused himself to go find a seat. He entered the fellowship hall and looked around. It was a very large room filled with pews and parishioners. In the back there were a few confession booths and a baptismal fount. There was a large center aisle covered in soft red carpet leading to beautifully carved pulpit. There on the stage sat his best friend along with a few others, probably being welcomed as well. Be hind him was a large crucifix and a beautiful stained glass window. He took a seat in the last pew near the center aisle. He sighed in boredom; what could he do to amuse himself for the next hour or so? It was hard enough when he had a box of tissue and a good dirty magazine.

A moment later; the beautiful girl who had helped direct him took a seat in the pew directly in front of him next to a woman he assumed was her mother. She was to his right a few people and she turned her head and noticed him and smiled. Man she was hot!

Some organ music started and everyone in the congregation raised from their seat and flipped the pads to kneel on into place. Mike followed their example and watched for what do next. Everyone kneeled and took out their bibles or borrowed one of the churches. The song that started to play was completely unfamiliar to him, but he mouthed made up words anyway. His eyes fell on the gorgeous blonde who was singing in a beautiful angelic voice. Her full mouth was opened in an “O” shape as she belted out a lovely note. His imagination started to run away with him and he envisioned this beauty on her knees before him, with her mouth in that beautiful shape; wrapped tight around his dick. Little beads of sweat formed at his brow as he stared at her picturing her head bobbing to the sound of the choir. He felt his penis shudder and stiffen a little. He looked at the solemn face of Jesus on the large cross at the front of the church and thanked God that he had worn baggy pants.

When the song ended everyone arose and sat in the seat in silence as the Father began his sermon about the sacrament of marriage. His words became a blur as images of this stranger flooded his head. She glanced over her shoulder, made eye contact with him and smiled sweetly. She brushed her hair behind her ear, and then averted her gaze back to the preacher. In the next half hour she glanced back several more times; her gazed focused on him longer each time. Again the organ started up and she kneeled again in prayer. He couldn’t help his thoughts of her caressing his penis with her soft mouth, moaning in pleasure; sucking him dry. He felt himself stiffen again and tried to think of other, erection reducing things. He continued to stare long after the music had stopped, unnoticeably. He could feel the throbbing of a full fledged hard on at this point. She turned and looked again, wetting her lips as if licking freshly spilled cum from them. Was she making a pass? Or was it his imagination in overdrive.

He was snapped back to reality by a sharp tap on his left shoulder. A stern elderly woman was trying to hand him a collection plate. He clumsily pulled a $1 from his pocket, placed it in the bowl and passed it along. The alter boys came and collected the plates and he chuckled at the thought of preachers; pants down and alter boys. He thought to him self, now I am really going to hell! His mind raced with another vision of her this time on all fours while he rammed his hard cock into her over and over. He felt like he was about to pop with excitement. He wanted to go home and console himself with a nice Playboy. He saw the girl turn to her mother and quietly speak.

“I feel a little light headed; I’m going to get some air.” She shot him a shy smile before she headed away.

He thought for a moment and decided to follow her. Maybe they could exchange numbers or something. He turned to see where she had gone but she was nowhere in sight. He looked around, confused. She couldn’t have vanished into thin air. He leaned his elbow against the wall by the confession booth and let out a sigh of desperation He felt a slight tugging at his belt loop behind him and he spun around startled. There was the blonde pulling at him from the side of the confessional. She raised a slender finger to her lips.

“Shh!” she whispered, and pulled him inside and closed the door.

She didn’t give him a chance to speak just forcefully pressed her lips against his. They pulled away from each other and stared: face to face, stranger to stranger. Their lips came together again in another passionate kiss. She tasted so sweet and he continued to explore every crevice of her mouth with slow flicks of his tongue. She felt his hard penis poking into her mid section and pushed her body away from his. She stared deep into his eyes and reached a small hand down the front of his pants and grasped his dick firmly. Her eyes widen at it’s size and he gasped a little as she silently caressed it’s shaft. He sat down on the bench inside the small confession booth and unzipped his pants, letting his penis free of it’s restraint. He quietly gazed at her and slid his hands up the inside of her dress. She had nice, tight legs that led up to a curvy hips and a thin waist. He could feel her dampness through her soft silk panties. He grasped the material between his fingers and glided them down over her thighs. She held his shoulder for balance and stepped out of the small pink panties.

With those out of the way he rubbed his hands over the soft hair of her pussy, which was getting wetter by the minute. He inserted a finger and gently flicked the small nub between her legs. She let out a small almost inaudible moan. Mass was still in session, they would have to be very quite. He pushed his finger, quickly followed by another into the deep warmth of her pussy. Her face twisted in silent pleasure and when it got to be almost too much she tried to pull his hand away. He held one hand against her back to hold her steady and felt little trickles of sweat running the length of her spine. He forcefully kept his hand in place until he felt her body shudder with its first orgasm. He pulled out his hand gently and licked her taste from his fingers and smiled. She leaned in to kiss him tasting the sweet mix of his lips and her pussy. Using a hand wet with her excitement he cradled each of her butt cheeks and pulled her into his lap. He held one hand behind her back while he used the other to line himself up underneath her. When he felt the tip of his penis, wet with pre-cum slid into her, he gently pushed her shoulders to slide her down the full length of him penis.

A few feet away sat dozens of devoted Catholics hanging on every word of the preacher. She quietly slid up and down slowly, and then more quickly, trying not to creek the wooden bench. They were both building up to an orgasm and it was getting harder to maintain absolute silence. She whimpered in frustration and with a hard thrust she bit lightly into his shoulder to keep herself from screaming out. Mike heard the preacher call his friends name to welcome him to the church but his was too distracted to listen. Signaling that Mass was coming to an end, the organ started up and the room filled with the loud sound of lots of voices. She let out a moan of pleasure, masked by the noise of the choir.

Mike lifted her with his arms and stood. He carefully propped her against the wall of the confessional and pushed with all he had. She tried to keep her voice down but found it impossible to contain her moans of pleasure. Her back banged quietly against the wall as Mike grunted and thrust his hips into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and grinded his face into her chest. She felt his grip tighten on the underside of her thighs as he let out an orgasmic gasp. She felt a burst of sticky warm cum between her legs as his body convulsed in bliss. He caught his breath, lowered her onto her feet and kissed her deeply. They straightened their clothes making sure everything was back in place. Cautiously they peeked from the wooden door of the booth. People were starting to exit the church and they carefully merged into the crowd. Mike looked around for his friend Dane.

“Mike!”

He spun around to see Dane running over to him.

“Hey there. Congratulations! Nice Ceremony” he lied. He hadn’t paid attention to a moment of it.

Dane asked concerned, “Are you ok? You look a little flushed!”

“I’m alright, just a little warm in these clothes.”

Dane took his hand, “There is someone I want you to meet. It is my girlfriend’s best friend. She is going to be our Maid of Honor.”

Mike followed behind Dane when he saw Dane’s fiancée Amy. He said hello and waited to meet her friend. 

“Katie!” she yelled to someone behind him.

Mike turned and looked into the beautiful blue eyes and familiar face of the girl he had just had wrapped around him.

She smiled sweetly and offered her hand. “Nice to meet you!” she said.

“Likewise” Mike said bewildered.

Katie gave him a little wink; it would be their little secret.



Bless Me Father for I Have Sinned



I'm a pervert, and an unapologetic one at that. I'm so completely confident and comfortable with my sexuality that I refuse to compartmentalize it, lie about it, or be ashamed of it. I'm free from society's pressure to conform and that is a joy most people will never experience. To most people in a sexually-repressed society, being unashamed of your sexuality translates to being a perv and trying to convince people that you never have any sexual thoughts whatsoever is considered normal. That's insane. Anyone who knows me knows that I will swear on a stack of bibles in a court of law and admit to anything and everything I've ever done sexually, regardless of how uncomfortable it might make some pseudo-conservatives and religious zealots, because I've never done anything immoral or illegal and I'm not ashamed of people knowing that I color outside the lines. I'm of the strong belief that two consenting adults should test the waters to see what they enjoy and explore alternative options. I personally enjoy exploring where my mind can go sexually and you know what they say; the mind is the biggest sexual organ. A pervert is defined as someone who leads another astray morally. I like to think that I have the unique ability to seduce people into doing things they secretly crave but publicly denounce. I get off on seeing people become feral, primal, sexual beasts, shedding their façade of straight-laced formality and conformity only to embrace and revel in their true nature. I belong to the school of thought that it's the responsibility of forward thinking individuals like myself to challenge the notion that sex is only valid if it's missionary position on a Friday night with the lights out between two married, white, mildly unattractive and boring, financially stable heterosexuals. 

It's rare to find a woman, at least as upstanding and educated as I am, and a Black woman on top of that, who readily admits that she is a aroused by sexual variation and coloring outside the lines. I didn't say it was rare to find a woman of my social and economic standing who is a pervert, I meet tons of them. We live in such a sexually repressed society, finding women who are sophisticated and conservative on the outside and horny and willing to push their limits when they let their hair down is a piece of cake. All one has to do is know what to look for; like attracts like as they say. It is rare, however, to meet women who are as proud to be as kinky as I am. It's easier to find men who are kinksters, at least in name if not in practice. There are tons of men who claim to be comfortable with their sexuality as I am but all they do is jerk off in front of a computer screen or they lie about their true motives and desires. You can't claim to be a comfortable with your sexuality if you your only connection to other people is though a broadband one or if you are ashamed of your actions. You can't claim to be comfortable with your sexuality if you need to lie, manipulate, cheat, and do things that are unsafe and unhealthy in the pursuit of illicit sex. I am the real deal. Usually, women are so secretive about their sexuality that no one knows about their dark side; they even keep it hidden from their lovers. They hide the fact that they look at extreme porn on the internet and crave things that they pretend to their co-workers, family, and friends offends them. Me on the other hand, I don't care who knows that I am aroused by almost every expression of sexuality in some form or fashion. Pick a fetish, inclination, or preference and I've probably masturbated to it. 

I was in the mood for some fun so I decided to take the afternoon off from work to enjoy the beautiful summer afternoon. I went to the park to see if I could find some average-looking married guy sucking off some stranger in the bushes. That always gets my pussy wet. I love watching the white guys with receding hairlines who wear sweater vests and pocket protectors enthusiastically schlobbing on the knob of some Black or Latino guy with a huge cock and sucking him like a porn star at 2 in the afternoon in the park. Let him bend over and take that big, brown cock up his ass and I'm turned on and cumming and fucking myself like there's no tomorrow. Any guy that horny who is willing to do something that outrageous and contrary to social norms in broad daylight is a risk taker; he is addicted to getting off and that turns me on. I can get off on just the mental image of this middle management white guy going home and having to take out the trash and pay the bills knowing that he has the cum of a hot black man dripping out of his boipussy while his unsuspecting wife is making meatloaf and green beans for dinner. That is so fucking HOT!

This particular day, I was in the mood for more than just watching; I wanted to play and play hard. Every step I took, my wet and throbbing pussy reminded me that I needed relief. When my perverted mind is turned on, I see sex in everything. I was searching the eyes of everyone I saw, looking for that look of arousal and secrecy that only other perverts can recognize. I saw it in the most average looking woman who was coming out of a church. It was a weekday and it was the middle of the afternoon but I could see she was wearing a top that was just a little bit too sexy for church and she was visibly aroused. I could see her hardened nipples through her shirt and she looked breathless. Sitting on a bench across from the park, she had that look of guilt on her face that I could tell she had been doing something naughty and she was trying to collect herself before she had to go home and face her hubby. She had on a pair of polyester slacks, flats, and a blouse that looked like it was something she got from the junior's department straight from Wal-mart and she looked like she was on her way to pick up the kids from soccer practice. I casually strolled up to her and sat down next to her and blatantly stared at her. It made her uncomfortable and she started fidgeting around, eventually grabbing her purse like I was going to steal it. One of my shoes literally cost more than 10 times her outfit so I had to laugh at her white paranoia. 

"Gorgeous day, isn't it," I casually inquired. 

She nodded, mumbled her agreement, and stared at the ground, trying to avoid eye contact. She looked like she was trying to catch her breath. I leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "So, what was it in that church that got you so hot and bothered? What got your pussy so wet?" There was no mistaking the look of terror in her eyes. She got up and quickly walked away, looking back over her shoulder the entire time until she was out of sight. I just smiled and waved. I decided to go investigate myself and I entered the consecrated building. The place was deserted with the exception of a wrinkled, elderly Latina woman lighting candles at the altar and I highly doubted that she was who had that woman so flushed and aroused. I sat down and observed for a few minutes. I was just about ready to go, bored out of my mind, when at about a few minutes to 4:00, a priest came out of a side rectory door and went straight to the confessional and turned on an indicator light. Giving credit where credit is due, the priest was reasonably attractive. He wasn't masturbation material but his face was chiseled and distinguished and his brown eyes danced with brilliance with a sly smile. He was maybe in his early 40s and I guessed that under his black shirt and pants, his body was toned. Overall, he was intriguing enough to get my "creative" juices flowing. I saw the elderly Latina woman make her way to the back of the church and at exactly 4 pm, she entered the small booth. She was only in there about 5 minutes and when she exited she certainly didn't look particularly flustered or aroused. 

I hatched the most delicious plan right then and there. I entered the confessional and sat down. The partition opened and I said, "Bless me father for I have sinned, I've never confessed before because I'm not Catholic. Shit, I'm not even Christian for that matter." 

"How then can I help you my child? The confessional is a sacred space for Catholics to confess their sins and seek absolution. Perhaps, if you are in need of counsel, I can make arrangements to meet with you outside the confessional." 

"Oh, no, please father, I need someone to talk to and you are the only one. Anything I say here you have to keep a secret, right? Cross your heart and hope to die, right? Well, I need to confess and get a lot of things off my chest. It would make me feel so much better to do it here, where you can't see me. I'd be so embarrassed that I don't think I could tell you these things face to face, Father. Please." 

I was lying. I didn't give a half a fat fuck if he saw my face or not. I couldn't give a hot damn if someone looked me dead in the eye while I spilled my guts about my fetishes and fantasies. I just thought it was a turn-on to be in a confessional with a man who took an oath of abstinence and telling him incredibly nasty things. 

He conceded and let me go on with my fake confession. "Father, I've been a very naughty girl." I paused, giving him time to gather his senses. "Father, I . . . hardly know where to begin. Well, let me ask you this. Is anal sex a sin?" 

The priest gasped, audibly shocked. Clearing his throat, he said, "Are you . . . are you married my child? Well . . . uhmmmm. . . . whatever happens in the marriage bed is considered sacred in the eyes of the lord but . . ." 

"Oh, I'm not married but my boyfriend is. Cool, he always fucks me in the ass in his marital bed when his wife is out of town. Okay, on to my next confession . . ." 

"Wait, no, no. That's not what I meant. I was trying to say . . ." 

I could barely contain my laughter. "Relax, pops, I was just kidding you. I know that adultery is a sin. My boyfriend isn't married. In fact, he isn't even a boy. He, is a she. My girlfriend is married though. Do I get extra forgiveness points or whatever you call it because I've known her longer than she has known her husband? She and I used to fool around in college and we just can't seem to stop . . . fooling around . . . if you know what I mean." "Oh, gosh darnit all to heck," I sarcastically added and then changed my tone to that of the most intense sexy whisper, "You see, Father, I love eating pussy. I can't get enough. I love sticking my tongue between those meaty folds of her wet cunt and tasting all her sweet juices and swirling her hardened clit between my lips to make her flood my mouth with her hot cum. Awww poop, I guess that is a sin in your book too. Man, I'm not doing too well here. I love getting dicked really hard up the ass with a strapon by my married lesbian lover and having her eat my pussy too. I'm guessing it's a good thing I'm not Catholic. I'd never leave this little room with all the things I do." 

By this time, the Padre knew exactly what I was trying to do and it looked like he was willing to play along. "These are some very serious sins, my child, I think you should start at the beginning and tell me everything, don't leave any detail out no matter how small, so that I can know how to counsel you and give you guidance." At that point, I heard the very faint sounds of a zipper being lowered and the tell-tale signs of labored breathing. 

I was in my zone. I knew I had him just where I wanted him and it was turning me on like crazy. I was tempting this devout holy man with my particular brand of perversion and he was falling for it hook, line, and sinker. I have long had my suspicions that anyone who makes a conscious choice to deny their sexuality is ripe for perverse pickings so to speak. Sex is natural, human beings are supposed to have sex. Anyone who denies their sexuality, suppresses it, is setting themselves up for mental illness and sexual addiction. Duh! All these priests molesting children is clearly because humans are not meant to be asexual and they are driven to these detrimental and deviant behaviors because they have shut off that part of themselves which is natural. And now that priests can have access to porn every day all day on the internet, every sort of degrading, misogynist, vulgar porn, they are sure to be even more susceptible to being led astray and have more opportunities for sexual depravity than most people would care to acknowledge or accept. 

I moved closer to the partition. I whispered so the priest would be forced to lean in closer. "I'm not sure where to begin, Father. I guess it all started when I got my heart broken by a guy who was a sociopath. Up until that point in my life I had been pretty comfortable being average and regular, hiding and denying my sexuality like everyone else. Then, I dated evil incarnate, a demon; I fell in love with someone without a soul. He was beyond a pathological liar. Every single solitary word out of his mouth was a lie. He lied when he would swear to me he was telling the truth. He looked me in the eye and lied to me, used me, he cheated on me. He told me he loved me, told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, that I was the woman of his dreams, for no other reason than he wanted to fuck me. He got a perverse thrill out of making me believe that he was my ideal lover, that he believed in me and was supportive of me when he knew I was just a placeholder for the next woman he could romance who would feed his distorted ego. When I found out the truth, it broke my heart in ways I can't even explain. I was emotionally shattered." 

I continued. "So, in order to heal from that pain, I had to start really loving myself. Loving myself meant I had to embrace every part of myself. Loving myself meant that I could step back from the situation and see how pathetic and sad my ex was because he felt so driven by his sexuality and so ashamed of it that he had to hurt, use, manipulate, degrade, humiliate, and deceive people for his sexual satisfaction and that that had nothing to do with me, my value as a lover, or my ability to make sound choices in a partner. It was then that I decided that I was not going lie about my sexuality ever again. Never again would I be ashamed of anything I fantasized about, desired, or got aroused by. I was not going to be victim of the same beliefs that made him into a narcissist and sociopath; I was not going to be a slave to a society that created monsters like him because they felt like they had to deny their sexuality. When I got to that point in my life, Father, I released all the fear, shame, and guilt that I had been socialized to have my entire life and I started to enjoy my sexuality in a way that I had never even realized I could before." 

"I see, my child." The father was listening intently. I could see his outline through the partition and he was riveted to my every word. It was as if I was counseling him in a way. I think I might have been telling his story. I knew he had to have some form of sexual release and I just imagined that he struggled with his own sexual demons and maybe what unhealthy, dysfunctional things it might have driven him to do. 

"Do you really see, Father? I mean, you've never even had the opportunity to slide your dick in a wet, hot, tight pussy before. How could you possibly understand? You've never had soft, full, sensual lips sliding up and down the shaft of your cock, coaxing you to the verge of orgasm. You've never had a thick, hard dick up your ass, hitting your prostate, making your cock leak precum. Not once have you experienced what it feels like to shoot your cum deep inside someone and know that you are sharing yourself with them in a way that God intended people to connect and share."

He was moaning softly and I could clearly hear the tell-tale signs of him jerking off. I decided to join the party. I stood up and slid my soaking wet panties down my brown, tone legs. I held them up to the partition and he inhaled deeply my feminine scent. "No, I've never experienced any of those worldly desires personally, but you cannot say that the God wants people to have sex outside of the holy covenant of marriage. The bible says . . ."

"Fuck that," I interrupted, "How the holy hell can you say that God doesn't want us to experience pleasure, ecstasy, and bliss when she created our bodies to feel every bit of that?"

"I'm afraid you are terribly misguided, my child," he reprimanded me, practically choking on his words. "We have Catechism classes here on Thursday and Friday evenings if you'd like to come and learn about the true word of God." It was clear he was getting upset by my assertions. I'd seen it before. People who are intent on pretending to be asexual have this form of cognitive dissonance, their brains start to shut down, their wires get crossed and they freak out when they are confronted with facts that contradict their beliefs. That, ladies and gentlemen, is precisely the point when I can entice people to come to the light, the enlightenment of sexual freedom and expression. 

"So, you're telling me, Father, that when I touch my clit, like this, I'm not supposed to experience pleasure? You're telling me that I'm not supposed to enjoy the sensations of having my hard nipples softly caressed, sucked, and licked unless I have a piece of paper from the courthouse that says I'm married? Seriously? You believe that?" I started masturbating, at first with just one finger on my clit and then quickly graduated to using both hands, one to furiously rub my pussy and one to finger fuck my horny hole. I was moaning loud enough for him to hear but I didn't want to attract too much attention and I had no clue who could hear me outside the confessional. I didn't want some Bishop or Monsignor or even some other parish priest busting in and interrupting what was quickly becoming one of the kinkiest, most erotic experiences of my life. 

I stood up and turned my back to the partition. I pulled up my skirt and revealed my ass. Bending over, I pulled my ass cheeks apart and I backed up. This time, the priest didn't even try to hide the fact that he was deeply inhaling the musky scent from my unwashed pussy and asshole. This smell wasn't soap and perfume, it was the heady aroma of my unique essence, my pheromones. "Does that turn you on, Father? Are you aroused? Is your cock hard? Do you want to fuck me?" 

He didn't answer. He didn't have to. He was pounding his dick unashamedly at this point. He was being even more cautious than I was about making noises so I had to listen carefully for any sounds that let me know he was enjoying every second of this lecherous experience. I wondered if he had ever seen a Black woman's pussy before. African Americans are Baptists and Methodists for the most part, we aren't Catholics in any sort of great numbers. Then, it dawned on me that perhaps there were millions of lonely, frustrated, sexually repressed white housewives using confessionals all over the country as their illicit source of sexual satisfaction. I thought maybe that was a secret hidden in plain sight; that priests everywhere were jerking off to confessions from people who were turned on by getting their clergyman all hot and bothered. 

If that damn booth hadn't been so damn small, I would have taken every thread of clothing I had on and left it in a heap on the floor so I could really give the good Father a show. The lighting was poor and the space was cramped and confined so I had to make the best of my circumstances. I was more aroused than I had been in a long time. So close, but yet so far, was this man, a virile man who took a vow of chastity whom I had tempted to sin. I had to use the only skills I could to get us both off, and that was my ability to talk dirty. "I know you want this wet, Black pussy, Father. You want to lay me down on your bed, push my legs back, and aim your hard cock and my unrepentant, sinful cunt, don't you? You want to bend me over, my big, round ass sticking up for you to slide your hard dick in me like your animal instincts tell you to do, fuck me hard, make me scream, make me cum all over you. You want that, don't you? You want to give me pleasure with your stiff dick in me, make me feel like a woman. You want to feel like a man when you pump your thick, hot cum up inside me." 




Bless Me Father for I Have Sinned



By this time he was moaning uncontrollably and loudly. Anyone who was even remotely close could have heard both of us. That inspired me even more. I was making him lose control. He was someone else, he was no longer a priest, he was a man driven by his natural desires to release and satisfaction. I couldn't stop. I was in a zone of sexual frenzy that could only be satisfied by my intense orgasm. I put my leg up on the wall, slid my fingers inside my pussy and I let out a vey audible gasp as I shoved two fingers in my asshole. Apparently, at some point that I had missed, the priest had taken his pants all the way off and he too was fingering his asshole. I encouraged him. "Oh yeah, show me that you know that men are supposed to feel good with things up their assholes. Show me that you know in your heart that it's perfectly natural for men to experience anal pleasure, Father. Oh, Daddy, it feels so good in my ass. I wish you were ramming me hard and deep in my backdoor."

I couldn't hold back any longer. I was on a collision course with a mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm and there was no stopping it. Apparently, my partner in crime was beyond the point of no return as well. He was betraying all that he knew to be holy and righteous. I heard him clearly say, "Yeah, take my stiff cock up your ass. I know you want it." 

It was that level of vulnerability, that release of inhibitions, it was that moment of complete emotional honesty that made me explode. I bit my lip to keep from screaming I was so turned on and my friend could tell I was having a hellified orgasm because he jerked his cock and spurted his cum all over the partition, leaving it obscenely dripping like a holy sacrament. 

I pulled myself together, straightening out my clothes and powdering my nose. "Thank you so much, Father. I feel so much better now that I've unburdened myself of all my . . . uhmmm, some of my sins." 

His voice was shaky and it was apparent he needed a bit more recovery time as he said, "If you are ever burdened by your . . . hungers and think you might need some one-on-one personal counseling, I will always be here for you, my child. Anytime. Night or day."