Sister Joanne had been extremely bad this week and never in her whole 37 years had she done so much that needed to be confessed. That week she had willingly consorted with a man. Not for love but for sexual gratification.
She always had a meeting with the village priest on Friday mornings. Sat in silent contemplation on the hard pews in the nave she waited for her turn. It was going to be very difficult to relate her actions to the old priest. She would look up each time she heard the footsteps on the stone floor as the latest sole left the confessional, and went to pray before Mary and be cleansed.
She was next. The previous nun walked quickly past her to the statue. Sister Joanne stood head bowed trying not to be noticed and walked on unsteady legs to the confessional. She entered the booth behind the chancel and pulled the thick curtain across behind her.
She knelt, and making the sign of the cross spoke as softly as possible to the priest:
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been 7 days since my last confession. I have committed several mortal sins since my last confession Father."
"Go ahead my child repeat every small detail so that all can be forgiven." said the priest.
His voice was not as deep as she was expecting, she recognized it immediately. It was the young priest, Father Adams, the 25 year old from the next village. The priest that made the young nuns smile and the senior nuns regret. He was tall with an athletic physique.
The old priest was often unwell these days and Father Adams was one of the priests who would cover his absence. This eased her mind a little and made her able to start.
Sister Joanne went through her seduction, reliving how the gentleman had masturbated into her mouth and she had let him. Even sucking him after his gushes had stopped. Also how she had co-operated with him eating her between her legs. He had parted her legs over the arms of a chair and exposed her wet sex. How she had increased the pleasure by rubbing her spread pussy over his mouth as she had orgasmed.
Whilst recounting these exploits she noticed that the priest breathing had grown louder. Peering through the grill the nun could she that he had pulled up his robes and was pumping his cock with one hand and cupping his balls with his other. His legs were muscular but pale. His penis was not as long or thick as the painters but the end just as purple. As the young priest beat up and down she could see the tip glisten, oozing clear fluid. She continued with her tale, telling him that the man had pushed his tongue into her anus and she had not resisted. On hearing this the priest beat his cock harder and he give a moan. Sister Joanne told him that she had found the painters probing tongue exciting and had wanted it deeper in her bottom.
This was too much for the young man and he climaxed. Within his booth cum was shooting over the walls. He had powerful jets of white semen. Thick pools formed on his top in the middle of his chest. Spurts were dribbling down the walls. The sight of his eruption had had its affect on Sister Joanne. Again her pussy was burning hot, and dripping. She dipped 2 fingers and brought them to her mouth to taste. So sweet.
"Father Adams, is it a sin to let semen out and it not enter a woman?" she whispered through the grill.
The priest was horrified that she had witnessed him, but sat there with a bead of his cream running other his knuckles, that were still gripping his semi erect cock, the situation was too bizarre to know what to do.
