“Yesy yes, make the fathery all cummy in your mouthy so you can gulpy it all down and be a goody girl!” squealed the nun.
I suckled so hard. I wanted that so much. My virgin pussy clenched. More cum trickled out of my asshole. I worked my lips up and down him, drool spilling down my chin. He stared down at me with those intense brown eyes. His goatee framed his powerful lips.
I wanted to make him explode.
“Lord Almighty!” the father groaned and erupted.
His cum pumped salty into my mouth. This time, it wasn’t favored by the nun’s sweet pussy. This was unadulterated jizz. I shuddered as I gulped down the priest’s seed. He grunted, spurting into my mouth again and again.
“Yay, you’re a goody girl and gonna go to Heaven and get angely wings and a hallyo!” squealed the nun. She clapped nearby.
“Yes, yes, yes,” the priest growled as he erupted again and again.
I swallowed blast after blast of his cum. More and more of his jizz pumped into my mouth. This was so wild. I felt so dazed as I gulped down the cum. I swallowed it all, his jizz splashing against the back of my throat. I shuddered here, so dazed.
I gulped down drop after drop of his cum. I quivered as his jizz pumped over and over into my mouth. He filled me up with all that spunk. I shuddered here, my heart pounding wildly. This was so wicked. I felt so naughty.
“Yes!” he growled as he erupted one more time. “Oh, that’s it, Miss Sorenson.”
I whimpered as I gulped down the last of his cum. The salty jizz flowed warm down to my belly.
“Go with God, my child,” he said and made the Sign of the Cross over me.
I popped my mouth off his cock and muttered, “Yes, Father.”
I stumbled forward and found my movement constricted by my panties. I drew them up and floated through the worship hall in a daze over what I had done, his cum trickling out of my asshole. I licked my lips, tasting cum and pussy.
I was a good girl going to Heaven.
* * *
Father Patrick Mallory
“Yay!” Sister Bethany Anne said as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I had two new notifications. “That was so much goody works that’ll get her into Heaven! Yay!”
“Yeah,” I muttered and read the notifications.
Fuck Virgin Female Parishioner enjoying Oral Nun in Ass! 3 Faith Crystals earned!
Virgin Female Parishioner cleans your dirty dick! 2 Faith Crystals earned!
That brought me up to 14 Faith Crystals. Damn. I could bimbofy a naughty wife now. Like Mrs. Teixeira. I smiled. I could remake the parish into my image. God had given me this wonderful gift.
“Amen,” I breathed.
Bimbofying the Hot Wife Harlot
Father Patrick Mallory
It was such a sinful day. The app changed his church.
The sound of a door opening sent a wave of panic through me. It must be one of the other nuns. I grabbed Sister Bethany Anne, the nun I bimbofied, and shoved her into my side of the confessional booth. She gasped, cum dripping out of her.
“Fathery Mallory!” she squealed.
“Shh,” I said. “Play a game and hide in there. Be very quiet.”
“Okey-dokey,” the bimbofied nun said, her youthful face full of such girlish excitement. I closed the door and turned, glad that I had pulled my pants back up.
Sister Abby Marjorie appeared, one of the four nuns that helped to maintain the Church of Mary Magdalene and its private college next door. She was a plump nun that moved with a friendly waddle. In her black habit with her white wimple wrapped around her chubby face, she looked like a penguin more than any other nun.
“Father Mallory,” she said with such bright joy as she was holding her duster. She had a small basket full of other cleaning supplies. “Just going to tidy up a bit. How’s your day going? Is it a blessed one?”
“Very blessed,” I said, my dick so hard. The Lord had given me this power. I had to use it. Yes, yes, he had sent it to me to turn the sinful sluts into bimbos. Yes, yes, it was all so clear to me. I had prayed so hard to the Lord, and he had answered my desires.
I could give into those lusts that had first triggered weeks ago at my old church where I had encountered one of those bimbos. Petra Guadalupe, a good turned into a whore who wrapped her pussy around my dick. And the dick of my fellow priest. I had fled from her only to be given the app for myself.
The Faith Version of it.
“Yes, yes, something remarkable has happened,” I said, thrusting my hand into my pants pocket. I gripped my phone and pulled it out. I unlocked the screen. I just had to point it at her.
“How wondrous,” said Sister Abby Marjorie. She was the sweetest of all the nuns. The others were real ball-busters. Well, Sister Bethany Anne used to be, but now she was just a sweet and horny thing. I could hear her giggling in the confessional booth, trying to stay quiet.
“Very wondrous,” I said, the screen unlocked. I opened the app. I just–
I heard the front doors of the church open. I looked back to see a young man in the uniform of the parish college. He wore gray slacks and a white dress shirt with a gray tie. He was a tall and fit young man, clearly an athlete. He wore his blond hair in a crew cut. He looked all-American.
He also looked nervous.
I lowered the phone, missing my chance to bimbofy the nun. As he headed for the confessional booth, another door opened. One that led from the back end of the church where classrooms and offices lay. Sister Evelyn Maria marched by, passing close to me. She paused, a tall woman with a mannish face. She scowled at me.
“I hope you give a better sermon that last homily, Father,” she said in such a scathing tone. She was the second nun to berate me over my poor performance.
“I had been distracted by a matter of conscious, but the Lord has seen fit to deliver me to the answer,” I said.
“Good,” she said and flicked her gaze to the boy. “Mr. Halstad, I expect a better performance from you, too. Your grades are slipping, and you will be yanked off the team if they do not improve.”
“Sorry, Sister,” the boy, Halstad, said. I thought his name was Trent. He was on the football team. “I’ve been… distracted.”
“That’s no excuse,” she said. “Everyone is distracted. That is what life does. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
She marched across the worship hall to a side exit. I shook my head as I glanced at the nervous teenager. He was eighteen, a freshman at the school. He rubbed his hands together than darted for the confessional booth. He vanished inside.
I followed him inside to find Sister Bethany in there, squirming and trying to hide. She grinned at me as I sipped past her and sat on my seat. Instantly, she attacked my fly. She ripped the zipper down and shoved her hand inside. She fished out my cock with such practice ease. She held me in her hand and opened her mouth wide.
She swallowed my dick.
I groaned as she did that. She slid her mouth down my dick. She took me to the hilt in her mouth. I groaned as she did that. I savored her hot mouth working down and down my dick. She nursed on me. With hunger. I groaned and opened the confessional screen.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” said Trent Halstad. “It’s been… I don’t know, three or four weeks since my last confession.”
“Uh-huh,” I grunted, that hot mouth sucking hard on my dick. “It’s Trent, right?”
“Yes, Father,” he said as that wonderful nun worked her mouth up and down my dick. When I bimbofied Sister Bethany Anne, she had become my Oral Nun. She licked to give head to men or women. “Um… Well… I cursed.”
“Okay,” I said, rolling my eyes. Of course, he cursed. He was an eighteen-year-old kid. “Anything else?”
“Watched a movie that had titties in it,” he said. “Great titties, but… I knew it was wrong.”
I nodded, savoring that hot mouth wrapped around my cock. Sister Bethany Anne slid her tongue around my cock. She stroked my crown, sending such pleasure shooting through me. She was so good at it. She nursed on me with all that she had.
“And, well…” he said. “I got angry and got into a fight. Threw some blows. I shouldn’t have.”
“No, no, you shouldn’t fight,” I groaned. “Not unless it’s in defense of yourself or another in danger.”
“It wasn’t. I threw the first punch. It’s just…” He squirmed. “There’s something in my life that’s changed. Something big.”
I nodded, enjoying that sucking and slurping. Some people had a hard time admitting their sins. I mean, it was a big deal. I understood that. My hand gripped the back of Sister Bethany Anne’s head as she suckled on me with all that she had.
“I don’t know how I got here,” he said. “It should be such a big deal, like a huge milestone, but it also makes me feel guilty because I know it’s wrong… I mean, she’s…”
“You’re sleeping with a girl,” I said. “Having sexual relations out of wedlock.”
“Yeah,” he said as my nun suckled on me. “It’s amazing, but… I know it’s wrong. I just can’t stop seeing her.”
“You’re dating?” I asked, that hot mouth swirling around my tongue. “Are you in a committed relationship? Is it going to have a future?”
He didn’t say anything. I could hear him wringing his hands as that delicious nun slurped on my dick. She suckled hard, my nuts twitching. I fought a groan at how wondrous she made me feel. The pressure in my nuts hurtled toward that bursting point.
I stared at Trent. There was true guilt on his face. This wasn’t his college sweetheart he was banging. This was something different. Did he have a girlfriend he was cheating on? I doubt that would cause a young man this much anguish.
“She’s not your girlfriend,” I said. “She’s dating another guy.”
“She’s married!” he blurted out. My dick lurched in my bimbo-nun’s mouth. A hot-wife slut. Of course. The App talked about turning hot wife sluts into bimbo-whores for the church. I had already had one cheating wife confess this week. Mrs. Desideria Teixeira was having an affair with her student. She wanted to end it, but was wrapped up in sin. Her husband had come in, another teacher at the school, and he’d confessed to watching lots of porn because he wasn’t getting any relief from his wife.
“It’s my teacher,” said Trent, confirming what I expected. This was the young stud Mrs. Teixeira had become a whore for. “I just… I can’t help it. She’s so gorgeous. She’s amazing. When she smiles at me, I melt.”
“Yes, my son,” I groaned, the pressure in my nuts rising. My bimbo-nun suckled hard.
“I just can’t say no to her,” said Trent. “But it’s wrong. Her husband teaches at the college. He’s a great guy, and I feel like shit because I know what his wife sounds like when she’s… When she’s in bed.”
I imagined Mrs. Teixeira squealing like a slut beneath the stud, the pressure in my nuts hitting that bursting point. My bimbo-nun suckled with such skill on me as that fantasy burned so hot. She would claw the stud’s back as he pounded her.
I erupted.
“I want to stop it,” the guy said as I fought not to groan.
My cum pumped into my slut’s mouth. The bimbo-nun gulped it down as I shuddered in my chair. It creaked as I battled to keep the pleasure out of my voice as the young man babbled about his conflict to end the affair. The pleasure shot through me.
“I know I have to be strong and say no, but I’m so weak,” he said.
“Amen,” I groaned, the cum spurting from my dick. “Men are always weak around sluts.”
“Slut,” he said. “I suppose she is. The things she wants me to do to her, and how she…” He trailed off, sounding proud for a moment. “Father, what am I going to do?”