Authors’ Note: - Dear avid reader, please be warned that this story may offend some people even though I am posting it on a ‘broad-minded’ web site. If you dare to read on you will see that the subject matter is, quite literally, taboo to some folks. You have been warned! To those of you who enjoy a bit of fantasy... Enjoy!
“I have a need to confess, Father,” she answered quietly.
He nodded and ushered her in the direction of the confessional box. After the ritual opening lines he asked, “Tell me your sins, Sister!”
The nun was quiet for a while and he was about to repeat the request when she replied, “I have... been finding my vows to be...a struggle, Father.”
“These vows are a test my child, they are not meant to be easy!” the priest answered.
“Yes Father I understand... I find it difficult... I am tempted so much...”
“What tempts you, my child?” he replied.
Again the nun was quiet before replying, “I ...err...find myself ... wondering Father...” The priest stayed silent and waited for the nun to continue. “... About... men... Father.”
The priest leaned closer to the grille separating him from the nun. “What about men?”
“I... err... see them, Father and I... wonder what they are like...”
“In what way do you wonder, Sister?”
“About their...th... thingies...” she answered, stammering.
“Do you mean their penises, Sister?” he asked.
“...yes...” she replied almost silently. The priest felt his cock stirring beneath his cassock.
“You know that is a sin! What do you imagine about their penises?”
“What they are like, Father...” The priest remained silent until the nun continued. “What they feel like... what they look like...” she paused, “what they taste like, Father?”
“You are telling me, Sister, that you, having taken a vow of celibacy, fantasise about sucking a man’s cock?”
The nun shifted uncomfortably within the confessional. “I am, Father...”
“Is this the limit of your sins, Sister?” The nun remained quiet till the priest repeated, “I said is this the limit of your sins, Sister?”
“Err... no… I...” the nun stammered. “I have imagined being... fucked by them too...”
The priest shifted on his seat, his member swelling beneath the itchy woolen cassock. “Well, Sister, if this is the limit of your transgressions against the...” He heard the young nun cough. “This is the limit of your fantasising, is it not, Sister?”
“Yes, Father, it is, but...”
“It is the limit of your fantasies or it isn’t, Sister! Which is it?” the priest demanded.
“It is, Father, it is. Of my fantasies...” the nun replied timidly.
“What else is there then, Sister?” The priest found himself squeezing his rapidly hardening cock through his cassock. He pulled his hand away guiltily. He heard the nun shifting some more within her cubicle of the confessional box and he leant closer to the grille separating them. It was dark inside and he could barely make out the silhouette of the young nun.
“Well, Father, when these thoughts come upon me... I feel...” the nun quietened.
“You feel what, Sister?”
After a pause the nun replied, “I feel... warm and... down below...”
“And?”
“And it feels... good... hot... wet and good...” The priest squeezed himself, releasing a low moan as he did. The nun, sensing a change in the priest’s attitude, continued, “My secret place gets all warm...and wet... and sort of itches... pleasantly.” The priest only grunted in response. “My... pussy...” The nun held her breath for a moment and continued, “It gets so wet when I think about... big hard cocks...”
“Y...you mustn’t think of such... things, Sister... you must be stro...!”
“But it feels so good,” the nun interrupted, “and smells so nice... surely, Father, it can’t be a bad thing?”
“You must be strong, you must not give into temptation... we are all tempted to stray from the path of righteousness, Sister.”
The nun breathed deeply, the heavy fabric of her habit rustling from within the confessional. “Are you tempted to... stray as well, Father?” The priest’s head fell backwards as he massaged his throbbing member through his cassock; a quiet moan escaped his lips. “But Father, it feels so good when I slip a finger between my lips...” she moaned, “all hot and wet... it slips in so easily... pushing it in and out like a slim cock... I imagine a real thick cock...”
The nun’s breathing became deeper. “And then I find a little nub... I rub it and I’m in bliss,” she groaned deeply.
“Sister, stop! You are not... Tell me you are not playing with yourself now...you are not rubbing your clit as you seek forgiveness.”
“My clit? Ahh... n... n... no, Father...”
The nun flinched, her habit pulled up over her thighs, her hand beneath sliding back and forth, as the confessional door was pulled open. The priest was standing there enraged; his cassock tented below the cincture (rope belt), his erection obvious to her. Her eyes were riveted to the lump in the priest’s robe as she continued to slide her finger into her soaking wet pussy. He reached in and grabbed the nun by the shoulder, pulling her out and throwing her to the tiled floor of the church. The nun’s hand still buried under her habit, she looked up pleadingly into the priest’s eyes.
“You have to help me, Father... I’m not strong enough... please help me...” Her eyes lowered once again to the priest’s crotch.
The priest quickly reached down and pulled her hand from between her legs and dragged her across the floor of the nave, pausing at the sanctuary rail to cross himself, before dragging her up the steps to stand before the altar. He pushed her roughly against the altar, her hips hitting the hard stone beneath the cloth; her hands slid down, rubbing her hard nipples through her habit and down across her stomach. The priest grabbed her wrists and pulled them outwards along the edge of the stone table.
“You will not move your hands until I am finished with you!” he demanded. He released her hands and moved his left hand to his nose. He could smell the young nun’s vaginal juices upon his fingers and tentatively licked them. He pressed up behind her, pushing her pelvis against the altar, his hard cock pressing into her buttocks. “Look up at our Saviour...” He pulled the wimple from her head and grabbed a fistful of long red hair, tilting her head back. “What can we do with you? You need to learn... self restraint, Sister. How are we to do that?”
The nun whimpered, moving her hips slightly to rub against the priest’s erection. “I don’t know Father... I need to be... corrected... I need to be...” She drew in a deep breath. “I need to be punished!” She pushed her ass back hard against the priest.
His hand, still wrapped in the nun’s long hair, pushed her head forward, pressing it down onto the altar top; she stifled a groan, feeling the coldness of the green-flecked granite on her painfully erect nipples through the altar cloth and habit. He pressed himself hard once more to her ass cheeks as the nun’s feet lifted off the ground, and then stepped back. The nun turned her face down onto the altar, her arms spread across the white cloth, waiting. She felt the hem of her habit lifted and the cool church air wash over the naked flesh of her calves, thighs and then buttocks till the heavy material was heaped upon her back.
The priest looked at the exposed form of the nun, her pale alabaster skin almost matching the crisp white altar cloth. He wondered if all the nuns were naked beneath their vestments; his hard-on throbbed at the image before him. He squeezed his stiff member through his robes while raising his right hand above his head. He heard the swish of his arm through the silent air of the church before the loud crack as his flesh met hers. The nun yelped quietly as her buttock reddened with the imprint of the priest’s hand. The priest’s eyes locked upon the wet red gash of the nun’s pussy exposed below the bent-over cheeks. He swung backhanded to strike the woman’s left cheek; the impact echoed around the church interior as he pulled his cincture from his waist. The nun bit her bottom lip as she felt her flesh heat under the slaps.
She murmured, “Punish me... I deserve this... I am... harlot...”
The priest let the cincture slide through his hand. The three knots in the heavy rope dangled close to the marble floor. Without warning he slashed it across the nun’s exposed buttocks. She gasped. “Yessss...”
He struck her repeatedly, watching her spread her legs and the clear aromatic juice drip from her inflamed pussy. His cock was ramrod hard; the tip oozing pre-cum as it rubbed against the rough woolen fabric. She was groaning loudly as he beat her. “Oh god... yessss... I am a slut... hit me...” she screamed as her pussy clenched and her juices flowed harder with each lash of the heavy knotted rope. He dropped the rope to the floor, watching the nun squirm on the altar, her hands gripping the edge tightly, knuckles whitening.
He raised his hand once again, slapped her again and again, watching her cheeks deepen in colour to a fiery red; listening to sharp smacks reverberate around the stone walls as he squeezed himself harder. Quiet, high-pitched moans escaped from her lips till he dropped to his knees and shoved his tongue deep inside her oozing snatch. The nun moaned deeply, pushing her ass out to feel the priest’s tongue snake around inside her, sliding across her inner walls. Her cheeks were hot against his face as his nose slipped between the round fleshy globes of her ass to press against her tight rear hole. He drove his tongue in and out of the nun’s tight quim as his fingers pressed into the hot flesh of her cheeks, feeling her tremor as he drank down her cream.
Her cunt tightened around his thrusting tongue as she squirmed against his face. A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. His eyes flicked to see the nun’s rosary beads dangling over the side of the altar where they were looped within the folds of her habit. He reached for them and slipped them into his hand. The nun, oblivious, shifted harder upon the granite, flattening her full breasts against the hard unyielding top. Twisting his face, he pushed a bead into the nun’s ass, and she screamed as her anus closed around the hard wooden sphere. Again he pressed another inside, and another, and another, and another as the nun caught her breath. He pushed the sixth larger bead into the tightly gripping sphincter as her cunt clamped down on his tongue buried deep inside her. Reaching up between her legs, his other hand pinched her engorged clit.
The nun’s scream of lust echoed again and again around the holy structure as the priest pulled the rosary from her ass.
“Are you sorry for your transgressions, Sister?” the priest asked as he lifted his robe over his head.
“No... Not yet... Father” the nun answered hesitantly.
He dropped his boxers and stood up closely behind the nun, rubbing the length of his engorged cock along the nun’s dripping pussy.
The nun shivered. “Father...” she groaned, “I’m... a virgin... “The priest rubbed his cock harder against the nun’s pouting cunt lips, the swollen head of his penis rubbing across her clit. She groaned as his member became slick with her juices.
Pulling back, the tip of his cock spread her inflamed cunt lips before sliding past to rest against the tight hole of her ass. “Your virginity will remain intact for now, Sister!” He pushed hard against the nun’s rectum.
“Nooo!!!” screamed the nun as she pushed back to meet the invading member. His pussy-soaked cock forced open the nun’s tight rear passage as he reached below and slipped two fingers into her spasming quim. He grunted loudly as the head of his cock slipped past her tight sphincter, pausing for a moment before pushing deeper still. He reached forward to wrap the nun’s red hair in his fist, pulling her head back and up from the surface of the altar. Finally, his cock all the way inside the nun, his hips pressed against her glowing cheeks. He slowly pulled backwards till only his swollen glans remained inside and then slammed viciously all the way back in. Pulling on her hair, he pounded repeatedly as the nun spread her feet, trying to open her ass more for the priest’s thick cock.
“Fuck... yes, Father... fuck my ass... fuck me like I’m your whore...” she screamed again as he twisted his fingers inside her hot slit and continued his assault on her ass. She bucked hard as another orgasm shot through her body. He felt both of her holes clamp down on his fingers and cock as it began to twitch within her. Pulling back, he grasped his member and pumped his seed all over her red ass and gaping holes. He closed his eyes, groaning deeply as his balls emptied over the panting nun’s rear.
He breathed heavily, suddenly realising what he had done, and hung his head. The nun, looking over her shoulder, reached to her ass and scooped up the priest’s cum and lifted it to her mouth. She licked the white liquid from her fingers and smiled and lowered herself off the altar. Her habit dropped down, leaving the nun fully dressed, except for her wimple, in front of the almost-naked priest. She squeezed her breast through her habit while her left hand squeezed the priest’s softening cock.
“Mmmm... I told Sister Maria you would taste divine.” The priest looked at the young nun, opening his mouth to speak but finding no words. “Wait till you hear what she has done... to me...” She looked down at the discarded rosary beads. “With those self same beads... and wait till you hear what she wants to do with you... I believe she is coming later so you can hear her confession too!” She squeezed his flaccid member. She looked across the nave at the pulpit. “Would it be a sin, Father, for me to watch?”
“I have a need to confess, Father,” she answered quietly.
He nodded and ushered her in the direction of the confessional box. After the ritual opening lines he asked, “Tell me your sins, Sister!”
The nun was quiet for a while and he was about to repeat the request when she replied, “I have... been finding my vows to be...a struggle, Father.”
“These vows are a test my child, they are not meant to be easy!” the priest answered.
“Yes Father I understand... I find it difficult... I am tempted so much...”
“What tempts you, my child?” he replied.
Again the nun was quiet before replying, “I ...err...find myself ... wondering Father...” The priest stayed silent and waited for the nun to continue. “... About... men... Father.”
The priest leaned closer to the grille separating him from the nun. “What about men?”
“I... err... see them, Father and I... wonder what they are like...”
“In what way do you wonder, Sister?”
“About their...th... thingies...” she answered, stammering.
“Do you mean their penises, Sister?” he asked.
“...yes...” she replied almost silently. The priest felt his cock stirring beneath his cassock.
“You know that is a sin! What do you imagine about their penises?”
“What they are like, Father...” The priest remained silent until the nun continued. “What they feel like... what they look like...” she paused, “what they taste like, Father?”
“You are telling me, Sister, that you, having taken a vow of celibacy, fantasise about sucking a man’s cock?”
The nun shifted uncomfortably within the confessional. “I am, Father...”
“Is this the limit of your sins, Sister?” The nun remained quiet till the priest repeated, “I said is this the limit of your sins, Sister?”
“Err... no… I...” the nun stammered. “I have imagined being... fucked by them too...”
The priest shifted on his seat, his member swelling beneath the itchy woolen cassock. “Well, Sister, if this is the limit of your transgressions against the...” He heard the young nun cough. “This is the limit of your fantasising, is it not, Sister?”
“Yes, Father, it is, but...”
“It is the limit of your fantasies or it isn’t, Sister! Which is it?” the priest demanded.
“It is, Father, it is. Of my fantasies...” the nun replied timidly.
“What else is there then, Sister?” The priest found himself squeezing his rapidly hardening cock through his cassock. He pulled his hand away guiltily. He heard the nun shifting some more within her cubicle of the confessional box and he leant closer to the grille separating them. It was dark inside and he could barely make out the silhouette of the young nun.
“Well, Father, when these thoughts come upon me... I feel...” the nun quietened.
“You feel what, Sister?”
After a pause the nun replied, “I feel... warm and... down below...”
“And?”
“And it feels... good... hot... wet and good...” The priest squeezed himself, releasing a low moan as he did. The nun, sensing a change in the priest’s attitude, continued, “My secret place gets all warm...and wet... and sort of itches... pleasantly.” The priest only grunted in response. “My... pussy...” The nun held her breath for a moment and continued, “It gets so wet when I think about... big hard cocks...”
“Y...you mustn’t think of such... things, Sister... you must be stro...!”
“But it feels so good,” the nun interrupted, “and smells so nice... surely, Father, it can’t be a bad thing?”
“You must be strong, you must not give into temptation... we are all tempted to stray from the path of righteousness, Sister.”
The nun breathed deeply, the heavy fabric of her habit rustling from within the confessional. “Are you tempted to... stray as well, Father?” The priest’s head fell backwards as he massaged his throbbing member through his cassock; a quiet moan escaped his lips. “But Father, it feels so good when I slip a finger between my lips...” she moaned, “all hot and wet... it slips in so easily... pushing it in and out like a slim cock... I imagine a real thick cock...”
The nun’s breathing became deeper. “And then I find a little nub... I rub it and I’m in bliss,” she groaned deeply.
“Sister, stop! You are not... Tell me you are not playing with yourself now...you are not rubbing your clit as you seek forgiveness.”
“My clit? Ahh... n... n... no, Father...”
The nun flinched, her habit pulled up over her thighs, her hand beneath sliding back and forth, as the confessional door was pulled open. The priest was standing there enraged; his cassock tented below the cincture (rope belt), his erection obvious to her. Her eyes were riveted to the lump in the priest’s robe as she continued to slide her finger into her soaking wet pussy. He reached in and grabbed the nun by the shoulder, pulling her out and throwing her to the tiled floor of the church. The nun’s hand still buried under her habit, she looked up pleadingly into the priest’s eyes.
“You have to help me, Father... I’m not strong enough... please help me...” Her eyes lowered once again to the priest’s crotch.
The priest quickly reached down and pulled her hand from between her legs and dragged her across the floor of the nave, pausing at the sanctuary rail to cross himself, before dragging her up the steps to stand before the altar. He pushed her roughly against the altar, her hips hitting the hard stone beneath the cloth; her hands slid down, rubbing her hard nipples through her habit and down across her stomach. The priest grabbed her wrists and pulled them outwards along the edge of the stone table.
“You will not move your hands until I am finished with you!” he demanded. He released her hands and moved his left hand to his nose. He could smell the young nun’s vaginal juices upon his fingers and tentatively licked them. He pressed up behind her, pushing her pelvis against the altar, his hard cock pressing into her buttocks. “Look up at our Saviour...” He pulled the wimple from her head and grabbed a fistful of long red hair, tilting her head back. “What can we do with you? You need to learn... self restraint, Sister. How are we to do that?”
The nun whimpered, moving her hips slightly to rub against the priest’s erection. “I don’t know Father... I need to be... corrected... I need to be...” She drew in a deep breath. “I need to be punished!” She pushed her ass back hard against the priest.
His hand, still wrapped in the nun’s long hair, pushed her head forward, pressing it down onto the altar top; she stifled a groan, feeling the coldness of the green-flecked granite on her painfully erect nipples through the altar cloth and habit. He pressed himself hard once more to her ass cheeks as the nun’s feet lifted off the ground, and then stepped back. The nun turned her face down onto the altar, her arms spread across the white cloth, waiting. She felt the hem of her habit lifted and the cool church air wash over the naked flesh of her calves, thighs and then buttocks till the heavy material was heaped upon her back.
The priest looked at the exposed form of the nun, her pale alabaster skin almost matching the crisp white altar cloth. He wondered if all the nuns were naked beneath their vestments; his hard-on throbbed at the image before him. He squeezed his stiff member through his robes while raising his right hand above his head. He heard the swish of his arm through the silent air of the church before the loud crack as his flesh met hers. The nun yelped quietly as her buttock reddened with the imprint of the priest’s hand. The priest’s eyes locked upon the wet red gash of the nun’s pussy exposed below the bent-over cheeks. He swung backhanded to strike the woman’s left cheek; the impact echoed around the church interior as he pulled his cincture from his waist. The nun bit her bottom lip as she felt her flesh heat under the slaps.
She murmured, “Punish me... I deserve this... I am... harlot...”
The priest let the cincture slide through his hand. The three knots in the heavy rope dangled close to the marble floor. Without warning he slashed it across the nun’s exposed buttocks. She gasped. “Yessss...”
He struck her repeatedly, watching her spread her legs and the clear aromatic juice drip from her inflamed pussy. His cock was ramrod hard; the tip oozing pre-cum as it rubbed against the rough woolen fabric. She was groaning loudly as he beat her. “Oh god... yessss... I am a slut... hit me...” she screamed as her pussy clenched and her juices flowed harder with each lash of the heavy knotted rope. He dropped the rope to the floor, watching the nun squirm on the altar, her hands gripping the edge tightly, knuckles whitening.
He raised his hand once again, slapped her again and again, watching her cheeks deepen in colour to a fiery red; listening to sharp smacks reverberate around the stone walls as he squeezed himself harder. Quiet, high-pitched moans escaped from her lips till he dropped to his knees and shoved his tongue deep inside her oozing snatch. The nun moaned deeply, pushing her ass out to feel the priest’s tongue snake around inside her, sliding across her inner walls. Her cheeks were hot against his face as his nose slipped between the round fleshy globes of her ass to press against her tight rear hole. He drove his tongue in and out of the nun’s tight quim as his fingers pressed into the hot flesh of her cheeks, feeling her tremor as he drank down her cream.
Her cunt tightened around his thrusting tongue as she squirmed against his face. A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. His eyes flicked to see the nun’s rosary beads dangling over the side of the altar where they were looped within the folds of her habit. He reached for them and slipped them into his hand. The nun, oblivious, shifted harder upon the granite, flattening her full breasts against the hard unyielding top. Twisting his face, he pushed a bead into the nun’s ass, and she screamed as her anus closed around the hard wooden sphere. Again he pressed another inside, and another, and another, and another as the nun caught her breath. He pushed the sixth larger bead into the tightly gripping sphincter as her cunt clamped down on his tongue buried deep inside her. Reaching up between her legs, his other hand pinched her engorged clit.
The nun’s scream of lust echoed again and again around the holy structure as the priest pulled the rosary from her ass.
“Are you sorry for your transgressions, Sister?” the priest asked as he lifted his robe over his head.
“No... Not yet... Father” the nun answered hesitantly.
He dropped his boxers and stood up closely behind the nun, rubbing the length of his engorged cock along the nun’s dripping pussy.
The nun shivered. “Father...” she groaned, “I’m... a virgin... “The priest rubbed his cock harder against the nun’s pouting cunt lips, the swollen head of his penis rubbing across her clit. She groaned as his member became slick with her juices.
Pulling back, the tip of his cock spread her inflamed cunt lips before sliding past to rest against the tight hole of her ass. “Your virginity will remain intact for now, Sister!” He pushed hard against the nun’s rectum.
“Nooo!!!” screamed the nun as she pushed back to meet the invading member. His pussy-soaked cock forced open the nun’s tight rear passage as he reached below and slipped two fingers into her spasming quim. He grunted loudly as the head of his cock slipped past her tight sphincter, pausing for a moment before pushing deeper still. He reached forward to wrap the nun’s red hair in his fist, pulling her head back and up from the surface of the altar. Finally, his cock all the way inside the nun, his hips pressed against her glowing cheeks. He slowly pulled backwards till only his swollen glans remained inside and then slammed viciously all the way back in. Pulling on her hair, he pounded repeatedly as the nun spread her feet, trying to open her ass more for the priest’s thick cock.
“Fuck... yes, Father... fuck my ass... fuck me like I’m your whore...” she screamed again as he twisted his fingers inside her hot slit and continued his assault on her ass. She bucked hard as another orgasm shot through her body. He felt both of her holes clamp down on his fingers and cock as it began to twitch within her. Pulling back, he grasped his member and pumped his seed all over her red ass and gaping holes. He closed his eyes, groaning deeply as his balls emptied over the panting nun’s rear.
He breathed heavily, suddenly realising what he had done, and hung his head. The nun, looking over her shoulder, reached to her ass and scooped up the priest’s cum and lifted it to her mouth. She licked the white liquid from her fingers and smiled and lowered herself off the altar. Her habit dropped down, leaving the nun fully dressed, except for her wimple, in front of the almost-naked priest. She squeezed her breast through her habit while her left hand squeezed the priest’s softening cock.
“Mmmm... I told Sister Maria you would taste divine.” The priest looked at the young nun, opening his mouth to speak but finding no words. “Wait till you hear what she has done... to me...” She looked down at the discarded rosary beads. “With those self same beads... and wait till you hear what she wants to do with you... I believe she is coming later so you can hear her confession too!” She squeezed his flaccid member. She looked across the nave at the pulpit. “Would it be a sin, Father, for me to watch?”
