My name is Father James Reilly and I am a 73-year old Catholic priest. I have helped many lost sheep over the years, in my own unique way, and brought them closer to God. I still had much work to do...
I enjoyed my job as parish priest of Addlefold, a sleepy but not quite dead English village, a few miles north of Hereford. I was also chaplain and confessor to the nuns of Addlefold Priory, a relic from a bygone age. There were only a handful of nuns there now. Most were old hags, and bitter with it. I'd clashed with the Prioress Mother Bridget over the Priory's refusal to modernise, on more than one occasion.
Today, I was looking forward to visiting the Priory, as they had a new recruit, whom I was eager to get to know. Lucy Barnes was the first novitiate at the Order of St. Cecilia for thirty years. I'd only seen her a couple of times during previous visits. She seemed incredibly shy, and had led a very sheltered life long before she came here. Twenty and pretty, she had not yet taken her final vows and her parents wanted her to delay doing so. But she'd been in the convent for almost three years and claimed it was the happiest she had ever been. I was curious as to just how happy she really was.
I drove down the leafy lane that led to the priory. It was then that I suddenly realised how desperately I needed to relieve myself. I'd enjoyed a couple of beers earlier and neglected to visit the gents before departing. Now God was punishing me. The motion of the car did not help my full bladder one bit. I parked the car in front of the walled garden, seeking a convenient place to answer the call of nature. I adjusted my clerical collar and glanced round. It was unusually quiet on this pleasant spring afternoon, and there was no-one in sight. Usually one of the nuns was tending to the goats in the grounds.
I hurried over to the wall. At at this point, I couldn't have held my piss in a moment longer, and I quickly unbuttoned my black cassock, unzipped the fly of my trousers, pulled out my cock and began to pee heavily against the brickwork. Immediately, I felt an enormous relief, as the tension left me. As my torrential stream of piss surged forth, I got the overwhelming feeling that I was being watched. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a figure peering from the side of the stone outbuilding to my right. I smiled to myself. Not wanting to let my voyeur know I was aware of her presence, I calmly continued emptying my bladder, but took a step back and began stroking my cock.
Eventually, my golden fountain dwindled and I let out a breathy sigh of relief. I gave my cock a good, long shake, and let it swing freely for a bit, before finally tucking it back into my trousers and zipping up. I glanced around again. My voyeur let out a gasp and darted out of sight; I could hear the sound of hurried footsteps and then a gate slamming shut.
"Interesting. Very interesting."
Inside the Priory, I had the usual lecture from Mother Bridget, who eyed me sternly from behind her half-moon glasses. A good thing she couldn't read my mind, or I expect the old bag would've spontaneously combusted on the spot.
"Oh and if you could speak to Sister Lucy in private, Father," she began. "I fear she may be having second thoughts about taking her final vows. If you could put her mind at ease, then..."
"Leave it to me," I replied, trying to remain as serious as possible. "Having a bit of a wobble like this is of course, understandable. I'm sure a moment of quiet prayer will help her. I've encountered this sort of thing many times in the past. And I'm pleased to say that my words have always had...the desired effect."
The Prioress nodded. I'm sure she didn't believe me. She's a suspicious one, she is. I'm always on my guard when she's around.
Upstairs in the study, Sister Lucy's heart raced. She knew she should resist; she was committing a terrible sin. Yet the lust that coursed through her, unbidden and relentless, made resistance all but impossible. The raging crush she'd developed on the parish priest was threatening to engulf her. Father Reilly was old enough to be her dad - maybe her grandad, and he was a man of God. He looked damn good for his age - thick head of silvery hair, strong chiselled features, piercing blue eyes and charisma that no doubt endeared him to church congregations. And...what she's seen of him today had only increased her lust.
She wanted him so badly, it was like an ache, gnawing away at her. Dear Lord, that cock of his had looked so enormous! It would surely hurt if he were to slide it inside her...
A knock on the door jolted her to her senses.
I entered the study, upon hearing Sister Lucy's timid voice.
"O-oh Father! You're earlier than I expected."
Her youthful beauty and innocence cast an ethereal glow around the gloomy study; her presence filled the room with an energy that seemed to defy the centuries-old oak table that dominated the space.
"Is there something you'd like to talk to me about, Sister?" I said, noticing how her pale cheeks had flushed pink. "Mother Bridget tells me you've been having second thoughts about taking your final vows. You know that whatever you tell me is bound by absolute secrecy and..."
"There is something," she mumbled, cutting me off. With a shaky breath, she stood and approached me, her hands trembling as she looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear, but also with something else... something that made my prick throb with excitement.
"Go on my child." I said, gently coaxing her to reveal all.
"Father...I must confess... I have been struggling with... with unholy desires."
I nodded. "I see. Desires about...another man?"
She blushed. "Yes. Desires that I cannot control, that seem to defy all reason and morality. Desires that I fear will lead me astray. You see...I have been fantasising about..."
I took her hands. "It's alright, Sister Lucy. You can tell me."
"I have had impure thoughts. I became a nun to try to escape these sinful notions but even contained within these walls...I find myself filled with urges. I have been fantasising about you," came her reply.
Merciful Lord! if my happiness could have talked it would have filled the whole priory with a deafening roar. God in his great wisdom had delivered another lost sheep to me. My gaze fixed on her lips and even the habit she was wearing couldn't fully disguise the fact she had large and splendid breasts underneath the garment. My cock was straining against my underpants, trousers and cassock by this point, not to mention leaking.
"Should ... should I tell you about my lecherous thoughts, Father? I normally would never speak of them, but perhaps it would be good for my soul to confess them, in detail."
"Yes, you're right, confession is good for the soul, Sister." I replied, loving where this was leading.
"I often think about your cock, Father."
With a trembling hand, I reached out and touched her cheek, feeling the warmth of her smooth skin against my weathered palm.
"Would you like to see my cock again, Sister?"
She gasped and her eyes widened.
My mouth relaxed into a grin. "It was you I glimpsed watching me earlier, yes? When I got caught short and needed to relieve myself?"
