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. Desidéria 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?"
"Pray," I groaned, spurting more and more of my cum into my bimbo-nun's pussy. I erupted the last of it, the pleasure sweeping through me. I felt so good. I suckled in deep breaths, a wave of euphoria washing through me. "Pray to the Lord."
My phone beeped. I still held it in my hand. I glanced at it.
Receive BJ while giving confession! 1 Faith Crystal earned!
That brought me up to 15 Faith Crystals. I smiled at that as the young man squirmed. My nun suckled on my cock, nursing softly like she wanted to get every drop. Another wave of pleasure swept through me. I felt so good.
"Five Hail Marys and say a dozen rosaries," I said.
"Thank you, Father," he said and left the booth.
Immediately, a woman gasped, "Trent!"
"Mrs. Teixeira," he said as Sister Bethany Anne popped her mouth off my dick.
The married slut entered quickly as Sister Bethany Anne dove out of the confessional booth. I wanted to stop her. I just hoped Sister Abby Marjorie had moved on from her cleaning. I knew what Sister Bethany Anne was about to do. I couldn't do anything with Mrs. Teixeira in the booth.
"I just can't stop, Father," the naughty wife said, her voice thick with shame. "I prayed and prayed, but we had sex again. And again. I know it's wrong. He's my student. He might be eighteen, but I'm married and... I feel like I'm taking advantage of him. He's young and horny and..."
"And Trent is a very handsome man."
