Bless Me Father for I have Sinned 05

She looked at him with disgust while he looked at her with sexual lust. With her head completely turned around, switching their roles, she now looked at him with sexual covetousness and avariciousness while he looked at her with kindness and compassion. Indeed, with her needing to give him the benefit of the doubt, perhaps he was a special priest. Perhaps he was a seer, a clairvoyant, a prophet, an oracle, a soothsayer, and/or a psychic and could see things that others couldn't see. Perhaps, indeed, he was the chosen priest, a holy man who could transcend all worlds, Heaven, Earth, and Hell.

Perhaps by using reverse exorcism, he could see if she should remain as a nun or leave the convent. Perhaps sent directly from the Almighty One Himself, perhaps he was here to help the Sisters of the Holy Order of Virgins hear their calling. Perhaps he was here to help the lonely, the lost, the hopeless, the faithless, and the sexually frustrated women of his parish find their way. Perhaps, he was blessed by God Himself. Perhaps God gave him his huge penis as his tool and as God's way to help all women to not only see the light that would illuminate their way but also to restore their faith for them to continue to believe.

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

Now that she suspected that he may be a special priest who was chosen by God, perhaps, he truly can restore her faith by an ejaculation of his holy cum in her doubting body. Thinking the thought with as much curiosity as she thought it with sexual excitement, what harm would it do for her to try? With her thinking of leaving the convent anyway, what harm would it do for her to have sex with her priest? Not doubting that she'd enjoy the physical and sexual contact, but perhaps having sex with him would indeed restore her faith in God and reinforce her belief in her religion.

"Oh, my God," said Sister Kathryn.

While still playing her role as the sexually reluctant, holier than thou nun, she made a sickly sour face as if she had just swallowed a bug and/or was physically sickened by the sight of his cock. Yet, truth be known, she was torn and twisted inside. On one side was her God, her religion, and her vow of celibacy, and on the other side was this handsome priest offering her sex.

As if the Devil stood before her, it was as if the Devil was tempting her to submit, to stroke, to suck, and to anally fuck this man who called himself her priest. Just as he wanted her to give him a hand job, she wanted to give him a hand job. Just as he wanted her to give him a blowjob, she wanted to give him a blowjob. Now, just a he wanted to fuck her in her ass, she was ready for him to fuck her in her ass.

She needed to believe. She needed to have faith. She needed to think of her priest as if he was an Earthly extension of her Heavenly Jesus Christ, her Lord and her husband. As she would with Jesus if she was in Heaven, she needed to stroke Father Thomas, suck him, and anally fuck him as if she was having sex with her Heavenly husband. Her dream, her religious vision, and her sexual fantasy come true, if only she could mix sex with religion while still remaining a nun, indeed, that act alone would restore her faith.

Even though she was disgusted by him and offended by his tattooed prick, unable to hide her real sexual feelings for her priest and for his cock, she couldn't help herself from staring at his growing member. She had never been as sexually excited since becoming a nun more than ten years ago. As if she was kneeling before Jesus Christ and as if she was sucking the son of God, honestly, she couldn't wait to kneel before his tattoo prick.

It had been such a very long time since she had even seen a prick. It had been such a very long time since she touched a prick, stroked a prick, and sucked a prick. Yet, unable to control herself, she knew if she wrapped her fingers around his cock, without a doubt and with no ands, buts, and maybes, she'd be stroking his cock while sucking his cock. Just as she couldn't wait to stroke him, she couldn't wait to suck him. Just as she couldn't wait to suck him, she couldn't wait for her priest to cum in her mouth before giving her anal sex and cumming in her hand.

"Who am I not to give needy women what they all want?" He looked at her as if he was Jesus Himself taking care of the masses, albeit the female masses. He looked down at his exposed cock before looking back up at her. "Women all wanted to be closer to God by sucking Him," said Father Thomas. Again, he looked down at the Lord Jesus nailed to the tattooed cross while continuing to slowly stroke himself. "Now with my cock tattooed with an image of Him, they can suck me instead while believing they're sucking Jesus," he said with a demonic laugh.

As if she was ready to take him inside of her mouth, she looked at him and his exposed erection with her mouth gaping open. She had stroked and sucked worse and much better cocks than his over the course of her sexual life. From small dicks to big dicks, to circumcised cocks and uncircumcised cocks, to white pricks, black pricks, red pricks, and yellow pricks, when it came to giving men hand jobs and/or blowjobs, she was an equal opportunity cocksucker. Even though she loved being a nun, she still had her fondness and deep rooted sexual desire for stroking and sucking cock.

Moreover, if she was to describe herself, she'd not only describe herself as a nun, a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins, but also a cum slut. When it came to swallowing cum, she had swallowed enough semen to build a man from all of the cum she swallowed so why not swallow Father Thomas' cum too? In the scheme of things, with her perhaps leaving the convent anyway, what does it matter if she strokes him, blows him, and has anal sex with him? What does she have to lose?

Still, with her not wanting to have the reputation of being a slut nun, a bad nun, and/or a whore nun, she needed to play her role of the victim with him forcing her. Her only defense for Jesus to forgive her for having sex with her priest was for her priest to force himself on her. Besides, if this was more than a test of her faith but a trap contrived by the Holy Mother and Father Thomas, she didn't want to be cast out of the convent for having sex with him. If she was going to leave, she wanted to leave of her own volition and by her own accord. Her way of teasing her priest in the way that he was obviously teasing, tempting, and testing her, she decided to play her game of being the innocent, virgin nun longer.

"Oh, my God, Father. How dare you? That's so sacrilegious of you to have Jesus tattooed on your prick," she said while thinking that she couldn't wait to suck Jesus. She wondered how many other nuns had sucked Jesus while sucking his cock. "Beyond sacrilegious, that's demonly pornographic. Jesus nailed to a cross is something that Satan himself would have tattooed on his prick," she said brilliantly playing her role as the offended virgin and holier than thou nun.

He looked at her as if she was an unruly student in Bible study class who was in need of a good scolding and spanking. Certainly, just as she wouldn't be the first nun that he stripped naked, tied to his bed, and spanked, she wouldn't be the last nun that he stripped naked, tied to his bed, and spanked. Seemingly Sister Roberta loved it when he pulled her over his knees, lifted her habit over her shoulders, pulled down her underwear, and slapped her naked ass red before impaling her mouth with his tattooed cock. If only his rectory walls could talk, they'd confess Father Thomas' sins and what they've seen over the years with him having sex with so many Sisters of the Holy Order of Virgins and with lonely, sexually frustrated female parishioners.

"Oh, don't Father me," he said with impatient anger. "I know my cock isn't the first cock you've seen before Sister."

Continuing to play her role as the virgin nun, she gave him her most sexually offended look.

"How dare you, treat me as if I'm a whore? I'm a nun. I'm a Sister of the Holy Order of Virgins."

He laughed out loud while she acted as if she had never seen an erect prick before when she had seen, stroked, and sucked dozens of erect pricks, perhaps even hundreds of cocks. He looked at her still staring at his cock. She looked at his cock with as much sexual lust as he looked at her.

"How dare I? How dare you? Before you became a nun, you were a slut and a cock sucking whore. I've heard rumors about your checkered past from Sister Mary Elizabeth. You were quite the cocksucker and cum lover in your day Sister," he said with a dirty laugh. "She told me, that you told her, that that you gave so many hand jobs and blowjobs to men in Theology College that you have no idea how many hand jobs and blowjobs you've given."

Sister Kathryn couldn't believe that Sister Mary Elizabeth betrayed her confidence. How could she? Why would she? She thought they were friends. Father Thomas must have had something over her for her to confess her sexual background to Father Thomas, perhaps in confession.

With his cock still sticking straight out of his unzipped pants, he looked at her as if he was a starving man and she was a banquet feast. Then, with him looking as if he wasn't about to take no for an answer, pulling her to him, he pulled her by her wrist and moved her hand to his swollen prick. As soon as he did, taking the hint, she wrapped her fingers around his swollen penis. Game on. With her reluctant before, she wasn't reluctant now.

Yet, wanting to be assured that wrapping her fingers around the priest's stiff prick was okay for her to do, she wanted to believe that having sex with her priest was permissible before she continued. She hoped to God that there was some obscure Canon law that protected her from sin by having sexual contact with her priest. In the way he looked at her with horniness and sexual desire, she looked at him with confusion and questioning eyes.

Only, she didn't dare touch him if that would jeopardize her vow of celibacy and endanger her from still remaining to be a nun. She didn't dare stroke him if this was nothing more than a trap to oust her from the convent. She couldn't possibly suck him and anally fuck him, if that would mean that she broke her vow of celibacy. Yet, if only she could have her cake and eat it too, she'd love to have sex with her priest. If having sex with her priest was her way to renew her faith while still remaining a nun, how could she resist the temptation of stroking him, sucking him, and allowing him to fuck her anally?

She wondered again if, perhaps, there was a secret Canon law in the Roman Catholic Church, an ecclesiastic law, and/or a papal pronouncement she was unaware of that allowed sexual relations between a priest and a nun. Perhaps, just as it was seemingly permissible for priests to sexually abuse children and have homosexual sex with one another without apparent consequences, perhaps it was permissible for priests to have sex with nuns too. Just as it was seemingly okay for priest to receive hand jobs, blowjobs, and anal sex, perhaps it was okay for nuns to give hand jobs, blowjobs, and to have anal sex too.

Now, if she could still give hand jobs and blowjobs while still being a nun in good standing and while being allowed to still live in the convent of the Holy Order of Virgins, she'd endure having anal sex too. Who knows? Perhaps once she tried having anal sex, she may enjoy having anal sex. Her mother, Ingrid, was a big fan of anal sex. How bad could it be? Gay men and many heterosexual men and women seem to enjoy having anal sex.

Besides if anal sex was her religious loophole for her to have sex by giving hand jobs and blowjobs without breaking her vow of celibacy, she'd welcome priests and selected parishioners fucking her in her ass. She'd love nothing more than to make out with her priest while he felt her tits, fingered her nipples, and rubbed her clit. She'd love nothing more than to stoked him and suck him even if she had to endure him fucking him in her ass. If anal sex is her religious loophole for her to give hand jobs and blowjobs, she could see herself staying a nun and living in a convent for the rest of her life.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to stroke your cock, Father?"

As if he was putting ashes on her forehead with his thumb, he anointed her forehead with the sign of the cross before putting a gentle hand to her shoulder.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. You must trust me, my child. Just as you must have faith, you must believe in Almighty God and you must believe in me. Just as I was the chosen one, you are the chosen one too. Just as I'm the one chosen by God to restore your faith, you've been chosen by Mother Superior herself to receive my personal instruction of reverse exorcism," said Father Thomas. He gave her a big smile and a wink. "My only role is as a servant to God. I'm here to help you find your way and to restore your faith again."

While swallowing his crock of shit because she needed to believe his bullshit for her to have sex with him, she looked at the young, handsome priest with humility. Especially with his erect penis sticking out proud before him and in view of her, she wanted to believe that by sucking on his tattooed cock of Jesus could restore her faith. Too tempting for her not to take advantage of the sexual opportunity presented before her, namely his exposed prick, she wanted to believe that just as he was the chosen one, she was too.

Yet, before falling to her knees to stroke him and to suck him and before bending herself over his desk for him to anally fuck her, she needed to play the innocent nun a bit longer. The last thing she wanted her priest to think was that she was a slut or a whore. It's best that he thinks she just another nun that he seduced. In that regard, she needed to make sure that this was just a test and not a trap. Should push come to shove and should her accuser point a finger of blame at her for falling from grace to sexual debauchery, she needed to point her finger of blame at him too.

"Why me, Father? Why me?"

He nodded his head as if he was her wise father, her educated teacher, her physiatrist, and/or her priest all rolled into one. Then, when he pushed back on her skull cap, along with the bandana that held her hair in place, as if her headwear was a symbol of her falling morals and lost modesty, they both fell to the desk behind her. Released from her skull cap in the way she'd soon be released from her habit, even though she still was a nun, of course, it was as if she wasn't a nun for that time.

Released from the confines of her coif, as if released from being a nun for just an hour, her long, naturally blonde, long, lush hair cascaded down her back as if she had sprouted golden, angel wings. Now instead of a nun, she looked more like a woman, a sexy, desirable woman. As if he was some soap opera lover, he looked deeply in her big, blue eyes with his beady, little, brown snake-like eyes. Showing her his sexual intention, he ran his fingers through her lush, yellow hair before sliding a slow and purposeful finger across her full lips.

With her having blown enough men in her sexual life, she knew what he wanted when he touched her full lips with his fingers. With him looking deeply in her eyes and her returning his look of sexual lust, she knew he wanted her to suck him. Forgetting that she was a Catholic Nun, had taken a vow of celibacy, and had given herself to God as one of his wives, she was now his for the taking.

"Mother Superior confessed that you've been troubled, my child. The Holy Mother told me that you've been slowly losing your faith and have been praying very hard to find your faith again," he said while still playing with her lips with his finger.

Unable to help herself, she accepted his finger in her mouth and sucked it as if she was taking Communion or was already sucking his cock.

"I have Father," she said ejecting his finger from her mouth with her tongue for her to speak. "I've been praying so very hard to God to find my faith again and to regain my belief in Him."

He smiled at her as if he was the pontiff.

"She sent you to me to help you with that. I can help you, my fallen angel. I've helped many nuns of the Holy Order of Virgins before," he said as if he was an oracle who possessed a miracle instead of a priest who possessed a big, hard prick.

Momentarily covering his cock with his hands, he folded his hands in front of him as if he was a monk instead of a priest. Then, unfolding his hands to expose his cock to her again, he put a hand on her shoulder again as if he was her father in addition to being her priest. Yet, instead of looking at her as if he was her father and/or her priest, he looked at her as if he was already her lover.

"I have. Seemingly, I've lost my way Father Thomas," she said looking up at him with sorrow and sadness before looking down at his exposed prick with sexual excitement.

As if he was the Lord Jesus himself, he removed his hand from her shoulder to open his hands. He showed her his palms as if welcoming her to join him in the valley of the forbidden, the forsaken, and the forlorn. Without being forceful, he was persistent in seducing her to give him sex in exchange for him renewing her faith. Seemingly, the deal that she needed to make with this devil, he was unable to give her one without the other. Unable to renew her faith without a sex, seemingly it was a win/win for both.

"I'm here to help you restore your faith. I'm your way to reconnect with God," he said placing his hand on her shoulder again.

This time, making his sexual intention known, he gently pushed down on her shoulder until she moved to her knees in front of him. With his erect prick only inches from her mouth, he looked at her with kindness while she looked at him as if she was about to cry. In the way he'd soon be slowly slide his cock along her ass and parting her cheeks with his cock, he slowly slid his cock across her lips before parting them.

"You're here to help me and to restore my faith?" With his cock pressed against her lips and making it impossible for her to say no, she looked up at him wanting to believe him. She looked up at him wanting trust him. She looked up at him as sexually depraved as he seemingly was. She looked up at him wanting to give him sex as much as he obviously wanted to give her sex. "You are? How?"

He smiled at her as if he was the Pope. He looked at her as if he was Jesus on Earth. Only, he wasn't the Pope and he wasn't Jesus. If he was anything, he was the Devil disguised as a priest. If he was anything, he was a perverted priest and a predator who preyed on innocent nuns.

"Don't question, Sister. Just believe. Don't question, Sister. Just suck. For my reverse exorcism to work and for me to inject you with His holy spirit to renew your faith, you must have faith. I cannot renew your faith if you don't believe that I can," he said while putting a gentle hand to the back of Sister Kathryn's head.

Wanting to believe that Father Thomas could renew her lost faith, she opened her heart, her soul, and her mouth.

To be continued...

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