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.

To be continued…

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