Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and fantasy and should not be considered factual.
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The scene is that of someone dreaming, is it a good dream or a nightmare? It shows a priest standing in front of a nun with his pants down. She is a striking beauty, that if not for her habit you would never think her a nun. She has reddish brown hair and great breasts, about a 36C. She seems a little bit set back by this priest who stands in front of her. He isn't much to look at, but is still a man who seems to command some sort of respect... just not at the moment.
Nun: (innocently) ...but Father, that's not the host.
Priest: No, but it does taste better.
The nun takes his cock into her mouth and he shivers with the shear pleasure. She sucks him into her mouth and begins bobbing up and down on his cock.
Nun: Mmmmm sure does.
She then goes back to sucking and using her hand to help get him close to climax. The priest groans and moans as the nun picks up the pace and then he grabs her head. He holds her in place as he thrusts his cock into her mouth and shoots his sperm right down her throat. She swallows his cum, not missing a single drop.
Suddenly the nun wakes from her dream and notices sweat pouring from her forehead. Her panties are very wet and she is almost embarrassed to get up. She finds her clothes and dresses quickly. She heads down to the cathedral and goes right up to the priest. Oddly enough, the same priest she just had a nasty dream about.
Nun: Father, I would like to make a confession please.
Priest: Sure sister, allow me to just step into the confessional then.
The priest enters the confessional and the nun follows him into the confession side. He slides the partition aside and does the sign of the cross.
Nun: Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
Priest: What have you done my child?
Nun: It's not what I have done, but what I wish to do.
Priest: And what is it you wish to do?
Nun: You see Father, my thoughts, they are dirty thoughts. But they are by the Demon himself. These thoughts, they come to me at night while I lay in bed you see... and they umm ...they make me do damned things.
Priest: I see. What kinds of things do they make you do?
Nun: Well first, I remove my shirt Father. Then I begin to run my hands all over my body.
Priest: Hmmm, yes, that does sound dirty, but I am not quite sure.
Nun: Well... here, let me show you what I mean.
The Priest and Nun both exit the confessional and she stands their a little hesitant at first. Looking around at the empty church, and knowing the doors have yet to be unlocked to the public she begins to remove her shirt. She is not wearing a bra and she begins to run her hand up her chest, stopping at her breasts, and then back down. The Priest, at an almost loss of words stares at her gorgeous breasts.
Priest: Mmmm that looks very interesting... but I am still not sure. (Hesitantly) Perhaps, I ...um should try?
The Nun smiles a sly smile and then looks up to the Priest.
Nun: Place your hands here Father... on my chest.
The Priest gently places his hands on her chest and takes a breast in his hand. The Nun let's out a soft moan as the Priest caresses her breast.
Nun: Yes. Yes. That's right.
Priest: Actually this feels really good.
The Priest then begins to massage her breasts with his hands.
Nun: Mmm, yes it does.
She places her hands on top of his and begins moving with him as they travel down her chest and stomach, and then trace their way back up to her breasts. With a slight crack in his voice...
Priest: What else happens my child?
Nun: See, one hand stays up here like this...
