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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.

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“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

Sister Mary’s confession started normally as she described her minor transgressions. Father Bryon tried to listen; he had had a long night. When he thought she was done, he began to give her a typical penance.

“Father, I have more to confess. Much more.” She hesitated. “But… I don’t think I can… I’m so ashamed…”

The priest perked up and encouraged her. “I understand, Sister. It can be very hard to admit our failings before the Lord. But you may do so here, in the confessional. There is no shame here, only forgiveness.” Father Bryon’s voice was soft and soothing. “Confessing will bring you peace.”

“If anyone knew…”

“Nothing you say will leave this room, Sister.”

Sister Mary relented. She told him the story of her punishment: how she took “communion” from the Headmaster, drinking his seed. The old priest was familiar with the Headmaster’s actions; many nuns had confessed all kinds of strange activities to him over the years. But Bryon was not one to judge. He would be excommunicated if his own actions with some of the younger students ever came to light.

She revealed how she had consumed more of his seed, drinking it from a student’s vagina… and then from another nun’s anus. She didn’t say who, and he didn’t ask – he simply encouraged her to continue. This was getting interesting. Each revelation was more extreme than the last, but she knew she had to continue.

Father Bryon was right: as she confessed, Mary felt as if a weight had been lifted from her chest. She also felt a dampness between her legs. The priest was affected too; he felt his member hardening beneath his robe.

She admitted to drinking from condoms – she didn’t even know whose seed it was. Licking seed from a man’s sweaty foot… from the rim of a dirty toilet… inhaling it into her nose… Bryon began to massage his hard penis.

Finally, Sister Mary told him how she had consumed a large amount of cum from her own ass, mixed with the Headmaster’s piss. The priest had pulled up his robe and was stroking his dick as bakırköy escort quietly as could, trying to control his breathing. It wasn’t the watersports that excited him – but the depths of Sister Mary’s depravity.

“Father?”

The priest was silent for a moment, trying to calm his heavy breathing. “I see, Sister. I will have to consider what an appropriate penance should be… give me a moment.” He was close to climaxing.

“The worst part is, I can’t stop thinking about it. I need… more…” the nun admitted. Her habit was pulled up just like the priest’s robe, and she was leaning back with her eyes closed, and rubbing her clit.

She heard the window separating her from the priest slide open, and she opened her eyes to see Father Bryon standing before her. He was naked and stroking his cock.

“On your knees, Sister… and open your mouth.”

She knelt, still rubbing herself, and opened as he told her. Streams of his cum spurted across her face before he managed to direct the rest into her waiting mouth. Her orgasm surged through her body. She used her slick fingers to scoop his cum from her face into her mouth, not wanting to miss any. She could taste her own juices mixed with his offering as she sucked her fingers clean.

Mary leaned forward to lick any residual cum from his softening member. But before she could, he squeezed his cock, letting the last glob ooze into his cupped hand. He held it before her. The nun leaned down and licked his hand clean. “Bless you, Sister.”

As she stood to leave, he stopped her. “I want you back in church this evening. I will prepare a… service… just for you.”

“Yes, Father.” She bowed her head and again turned to leave.

“And Sister?” She stopped. “I want your face covered in seed. I don’t care whose… or what’s,” he added.

“It shall be as you say, Father.”

Sister Mary went directly to Raul’s cabin. He was working in the school garden, taking advantage of the cooler afternoon temperature. He stopped working when he noticed her approach.

“Good afternoon, Raul. I have a favor to ask. I need a condom.”

He led her into his cabin and found one for her.

“Used, please.”

“Ah.” He smiled. “What’s in it for me?”

She considered – then offered “I could help?”

He nodded. “Kneel here.” He pointed to a spot in front of a chair. He removed bahçelievler escort his pants and sat on the edge of the chair. “Get me ready.”

Mary played with his soft cock, tugging it gently. It enlarged but didn’t become erect. After a minute or two, she apologized. “I’m sorry. I’m not very experienced.”

“It’s no use; I need to piss.”

Sister Mary shifted back to give him room to get up. He just shook his head. “Take it in your mouth.” She leaned forward and sucked his small soft cock fully into her mouth. He took her head with both hands, holding her firmly in place. Then he released a warm stream of piss, filling her mouth in a few seconds. She swallowed, but he didn’t stop.

It was too much for her to keep up with and began leaking out and running down her robe. By the time he was done, she felt like she had consumed a quart at least, and her habit was drenched. He was still holding her head, but she could feel his cock getting hard in her mouth. As she watched him tear open the condom wrapper, she began to bob up and down until he was fully erect.

Raul pushed her back and unrolled the condom over his dick. He leaned back in the chair and began to stroke himself. He lifted one leg over an arm of the chair and beckoned her closer. “Suck my balls,” he ordered. He jerked himself, watching while the nun sucked his sweaty balls into her mouth, one at a time. He took his time, using long, slow strokes, determined not to cum too quickly.

After a few minutes, he lifted his other leg over the other arm and leaned back further. “Put your tongue in my ass.” When she hesitated, he stopped stroking and pulled her head closer. Mary licked his asshole, closing her eyes and trying to hold her breath to avoid the smell. He pulled her head even closer, forcing her nose into his wet balls. She relented, pushing her tongue into his dirty hole.

Raul spurted into the condom but didn’t tell the nun he was finished. He let her continue to rim him for another few minutes until she finally stopped on her own, her tongue too tired to continue. He squeezed the last squirt of cum out of his soft cock as he pulled off the condom. He tied a knot in the end like a balloon and offered it to her.

She tucked the warm rubber into her robe and thanked him. “Come back any time, Sister,” he replied, smiling – and he meant it.

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Sister şirinevler escort Mary returned to the chapel after the evening mass. Before entering, she untied the condom, and held it up, letting Raul’s cum drop across her face. For a moment, she was tempted to open her mouth and drink it, but she resisted the strange urge.

Father Bryon was waiting for her. He was pleased to see the viscous fluid covering her face, dripping slowly down. He reached out and smeared the cum across her face, and then held his sticky fingers for her to lick clean.

“Where did you get this, Sister Mary?” he inquired.

“From the groundskeeper, Father.”

“As I suspected. This is tainted, and not suitable for your needs. You will need to be purified. There is a ritual we must perform. After that, you must limit yourself to the ordained only.”

She bowed her head. “Tell me more of the ritual, Father.”

“Come child. We can begin at once.” The priest led the nun to the atrium. “Disrobe, Sister. First, you must be cleansed.”

Using the holy water, Father Bryon washed the nun’s face, removing the residue of Raul’s cum. “Now you are ready to be purified. You will be filled with the Lord’s blessing. Thankfully, I am prepared for this. The first phase of this ritual is ‘de naso ad utero'” he explained, in Latin. Sister Mary was well-versed in the subject. “From nose to womb?” she asked. He nodded.

The priest opened a fine wooden box and took out a syringe, slightly larger than his finger, and filled with a white liquid. He inserted the nozzle into her nostril, and slowly squeezed, forcing the cum into her nose. It was somewhat painful, but she endured. He emptied a second syringe into her other nostril. She could feel it dripping down her throat.

The third syringe was much larger; perhaps a foot long and thicker than the altar candles. It must have held at least a quart of liquid. “Turn around, Sister, and bend over. Spread yourself open.” She did as he instructed.

Bryon eased the device completely into her vagina and slowly emptied it into her. He pulled out a second one and injected another quart. He continued until she could hold no more; cum was oozing out and dripping down her legs.

“Now you must avoid all contact with tainted seed. But God understands your need, Sister. You may visit me when feel a need for this communion. If necessary, we will continue to the next phase of the ritual: ‘ab ore usque ad nates'”.

From mouth to anus? she translated to herself. “Yes, Father, thank you. And… what of… animals, Father?”

“They are God’s creatures, Sister. Their seed, while not blessed like the ordained, is not tainted. You may partake.”

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