Penance--closed for wickedpen

Father John was amazed at Ms Green's compliance...definitely not as he assumed from prior meetings with her around the Chapel. He watched her adeptly dive into Melanie almost with some well hidden lust. From the look on Melanie's face and her cries, Ms Green obviously knew what she was doing.

"Two sinners enjoying the nectar of sin?", John said as he stroked his cock, still moist from enjoying the cleansing he had been given. Maybe it was the years of denial that caused this, the almost steady erection caused by these two sinners that called him for help. Even in the dimly lit room he felt he was aglow with a divine light to purify him by taking on their lust.

Leaning back on her elbows with her head fallen back, Melanie was pinching her own nipples as Ms Green sucked on each glistening lip and would then suck her clit in deep, just enough for that blend of pain and pleasure.

From years of watching porn he wondered how far he could push them into ascending into salvation. It was a heavy task, but one that he had an obligation to follow.

And how far into depravity would they go? Or he for that matter....
 
Ms Green then did something unexpected. She moved up to her feet, keeping her legs straight and bent over still pleasuring Melanie. She spread her legs invitingly without a word. Her body was stunning and her tight young ass, now parted and inviting as the silver cross glistened along her red lips.

Melanie looked at Father John who was stunned. Melanie's attention was soon gone as Ms Green pushed her into orgasm.
 
The offering now exposed in such a slutty manner demanded his attention. It was as if in a more open confessional where the sinner was begging for assistance with their inner troubles. Just as Melanie needed his deliverance, Ms Green was demanding it in her own way. With no sacred oil available here he knew this was part of the price he bore and was willing to endure. Positioning his scepter's tip at that opening as the cross dangled from her lips.

His push in was magnificent, feeling the muscle roll with his intrusion in each direction. Ms Green's yelp sent vibrations into Melanie's clit that gave her a spiritual awakening and the need for more as she experienced a blinding light from Satan.

Hands on her glistening ass cheeks, Father John pumped into Ms Green thinking the confessionals needed more room for certain sinners to get more direct salvation.
 
Ms Green's mouth was pushed up Melanie as she grunted with the pressure and penetration from behind. It was what she wanted, or should I say needed. She had worked for these men without as much as a glance at her.

"OH yes fuck me Father for I have been sent for you" she hissed as she smiled up at Melanie who was overcome by the woman's strength. She was nearly overwhelmed by the Father how showed great power and excitement by this little one. Her ass still red from Melanie's hand as the Fahter's hands gripped her supple hips, using her on his tool.

Melanie wrapped the small woman with er arms and legs as the Father moved her on top of Melanie. Melanie kissed her and tasted herself as the small tongue darted into her mouth as it had her other lips.

Melanie felt the small body tighten in her grip and then she hissed "give me your seed father, fill me with your light."
 
He was exhilarated and seeing the intimate coupling of the two sinners. Seeking salvation in a fleshy connotation. He released into Ms. Green with a force that surprised him...years of pent up desire finally being allowed to do do so, despite the debt that may come.

Pulling out of her he watched as they still cringed to one another and savored their communion of flesh and lust.

"We need to leave before the alarms set for the night. I'd hate to be in neglect of the rules that I am vowed to keep, ladies. Melanie, you may fuck your husband tonight, the one you cheat on often, and think of how you need more servitude to me and our Lord.

Ms Green, in time you will be a worthy servant to the needs of the Chapel. It will be a extremely challenging to you, but your servitude will reap benefits untold."

He dressed and left. Dismissing them as if a benediction.

Back in his room at the rectory, a small note from Father William.
 
Melanie looked at Ms Green as the Father left.

It was awkward to say the least.

"He is quite a man" Melanie finally said.

"Yeha he is!" Ms Green said excitedly. "Took him three years to finally..." she stopped feeling as thought she may have over stepped.

"To what?" Melanie asked as she dressed.

"Nothing, fuck me, that's all" Ms Green said getting dressed as well.

Melanie knew that was not what she meant but could not get much more out of her. She stepped to the door and said "get home safe, God bless." The look on Ms Green's face was not a holy Lord face but something darker.

"Yeah you too" she answered back. "So you fucking your husband tonight?" she interjected before Melanie could leave.

"Maybe, why you interested?" Melanie said with a smile.

Ms Green looked at her to gauge her seriousness. "No just going off what John said."

"I guess we each have our cross to bare tonight" Melanie said her eyes cutting to the cross hidden under Ms Green's outfit.

"indeed" Ms Green replied and they left.
 
After showering, with images of what had just happened, he said his evening prayers and read his devotions. He felt deep down that he could help both of these ladies to become purer and at the same time, develop insight on how he could better help others. Father John figured this was the path God had chosen for him and any indiscretions on his part would be developing him to better serve.

Glancing at the note that was at his bedside table he picked it up and read:

"Father William, I knew you were the right choice for the Chapel. When you feel the time is right, I'd like to help you in delivering salvation to the two that have chosen you. I'm sure my experience in these matters could be beneficial for all of the participants."

What did he mean, and what did he know?

He drifted off into slumber, wondering if Melanie was fucking her husband and if Ms Green still had her rosary stuffed inside her.

Alarm set for breakfast and morning prayers. Confessional at 7 AM....
 
"Good Morning Father" Father Williams voice boomed as Father John opened his door. "I thought we could have a moment before breakfast." the older man said to the younger. "You got my note I trust?" he asked but did not wait for a response as the two men began walking down the corridor.

"I have been watching Father and I see Melanie is purging herself to you and Ms Green too had come to depend on you." he began as he paused to say hello the Ms Green who was in early on her way to the office. AS she passed the two men both turned to watch her pencil skirt wiggle down the hall.

Father William grabbed Father John's hand and said "I think we should handle these ladies together. I bring a wisdom of age and you, a firm vigor of youth. Melanie has served me well over the years but as you have rightly noticed, she is haunted by her choices." Father William stopped them just outside the kitchen and looked Father John in the eye and said "I am not asking, I am telling you, you let me take that rosary out of Ms Green this evening or I will report you." he leaned forwards and grabbed Father John's flaccid cock through his robe and said "the Lord works in mysterious ways Father." Then turned and beamed a bright "Good Morning" to Sister Anne the last nun at the chapel.
 
Taken aback by this direct approach from Father William, and even more so when the man grabbed his cock. Though his mind was really concentrating on Ms Greens tight ass in that skirt and if that cross swayed in her thigh gap as she made her way down the hall on her way to the office.

"I'll do my best, sir, to convince them of the need for more salvation this evening as they attend confession today."

His mind, with years of porn replaying in it, wondered what all Father William had done with both the ladies. And what previsions he had incited in them. At his age he was probably into a need to watch and needed a vicar that could perform.

He turned as Father William dismissed him and followed Sister Anne down the hallway. Sitting in the confessional he rehearsed the words needed to be said as he expected the ladies soon. Ms Green was fairly anal about her confessions and her duties each day. As for Melanie...she was a wild card that he needed to predict.
 
Ms Green was first into the confessional.

"Bless me father for I have sinned." she began then stopped. Through the crack in the screen the Vicar could see she was hiking her skirt up her thin thighs until it was high enough to see the cross.

"I have sinned and need redemption father" she said softly as her fingers went from playing with the cross to rubbing her clit. "I am a bad, no a wicked woman and I need penance Father, I need to feel pain for the obscene and perverted things I have done and allowed to be done to me." she said as her voice grew more desperate and her fingers worked.

"Father I willingly accepted a man and his seed last night. He is a good man but I wanted it and I think I may have enticed him into me." she went on. "and father I enjoy my penance. I fear the devil is in me father.' her voice growing desperate. "I am touching myself now as I confess, surely that is a sign of the devil inside me?"
 
He was almost more intrigued and excited by the display she was showing in the confessional, even though a short while ago he had seen her naked. He saw the rosary cross still in her where Melanie had pushed it into her.

"We shall work together Ms Green to get you free of the demons that you pursue in such a filthy manner while pretending to be pious and hide your heretic manner behind closed doors."

Father John watched as she touched herself in almost full view of his sainthood dressed in his holy robe.

"Your acceptance of this man's seed is nothing but a way to flush out that evil in you. The more you receive it, the more you will be cleansed. Just as you cherished the taste of another woman, something God has marked as evil. Admit it, you desired to do so and you crave things no pious woman would."

He watched her fingers move quicker and her other hand twist at her nipples.

"You need to finish your daily chores here at the Chapel to ensure those truly sorrowful for their sins have a place of calm. When you take an afternoon break, you can remove the rosary from where it is and insert it in the opening you forced me to take last night. You will also be here tonight at the same time for more instruction on how to cure the sins you crave."
 
"Oh Father may I now? I need to, I need to purify myself. Help me father I am in need. Shall not the Lord give to those seeking refuge? Shall you not purify me further?" she took her finger from her now soaked clit and slid it into the crack in the screen. "Taste me father, for I have sinned"

Her small finger was wet and pungent with her musky scent which quickly filled the small booth.

"Taste it Father, you want it I know" she said in a more serious tone. Not the Ms Green who takes care of everything and every detail, but the voice of someone else.
 
Father John saw the offered finger, a symbol of Communion by Intinction...the dipping done by her in her natural wine and offered to him.

He bent over and took her offering into his mouth. The aroma and taste filling all his senses. Suckling at her finger and savoring her nectar, he heard her somewhat cackle as her darker side seem to demand. Her finger moved as if fucking his mouth. The more sinful part of him wondering about that sensation and what she could be made to do...or force others to do.

His desire was to fuck her now, give her more seed to help her wanton ways.

"Follow my commandment...if you are truly honest at heart and spirit, the Lord will help you to the right path. Be prepared for a more rigorous penance tonight Ms Green."
 
Ms Green snatched back her finger and left the confessional quickly, scurrying back to her duties.

Father John had hardly wiped his lips before an older woman's voice filled the confessional.

"Forgive you father for you have sinned" she said. It was Sister Anne and Father John felt like he had when the nuns caught him masturbating after choir practice.
 
His needs were raging and he had contemplated having Ms Green enter his side of the confessional and suck him off. But part of him, deep down, would view that as taking advantage of his higher position and abusive.

..."Forgive you father for you have sinned" ...

froze his thinking and the blush to his face was instant. The voice was readily identifiable. Despite years of training he couldn't hold back the identification that could sway his perspective.

"You are here to confess your transgressions, Daughter. Let me intercede for you with our Lord."

Despite the comfortable temperature he shivered at the impending response.
 
"Oh my path to the Lord is clear while yours, my Father is littered with the panties of little girls and broken marriages. You Father are who needs to confess now" Sister Anne said firmly.

She waited as the Father collected himself. "The Lord sees all Father John and has sent me as his angel to protect the weak from the powerful, the lusty from the lusted. The poor wretches from the horny boy" her words cut him like she were the Lord himself.

"Now confess!" she hissed.
 
Father John was stunned and wondered how such audacity could come from her. Possibly too many years of hiding her transgressions beneath her habit?

"And what would you know of little girls panties, Sister? Or the true definition of horny? You are are the wrong side of the confessional to be demanding such things. Could it be that your own sinful thoughts are brimming the cup?"

He sat back smugly as he awaited her response, and at the same time was captivated by her demands. Saying a small prayer that a partition was between them for some reason, as if it gave protection in a way. From what he wasn't sure, but couldn't resist her demand in a way. What if...
 
"My lover is the Lord and the Lord only! 'Father' and I use that term loosely my precious flesh has never succumbed to the urges of any man. I keep the Lord tight between my thighs to repel evil spirits like what had infested you and your little lambs." her words are calm but searing.

"I offer penance young man. I offer pain to chase those desires from you." she explains. Through the crack the Vicar can see her old wrinkled hand with a rosary wrapped around them folded in her lap on top of her light blue habit.

"I suggest you visit my chambers after your confessional time has ended." she said.

"Bless us Father for we have sinned." she said and then left the confessional.

Outside the confessional Melanie said "oh good day mam. I am surprised to see you confessing" with a smile, the Vicar could only imagine.

"Hello Mrs Hobson, I assume you have some things to explain..." the sister said then walked past Melanie who was stunned.

"Good day mam" she said stunned by her apparent knowledge of her private life. "yes I guess I do..." she said as the woman walked past.

Once inside the booth Melanie sat on the hard wooden bench and pondered the exchange nervously. Melanie was wearing her tennis whites, a tight white polo shirt and short tennis skirt. She did not play tennis but knew it would be acceptable and exciting with no panties, but the sister had taken her supercharged erotic plan and thrown it into a tail spin.
 
He sat shocked as Sister Anne abruptly took off after her harsh words. He also noted she never gave an answer about the little girls panties. He would bet a golden rosary that she had repeatedly succumbed to those urges. Was her suggestion a dare or just bravado.

Listening to the exchange outside the booth, he didn't have much time before Melanie was seated next to him.

"Daughter, good morning. And did you fuck your husband last night?"

He gave a slight quiet chuckle noticing her all white outfit...a symbol of purity that was misleading for sure. The short white hem of the skirt contrasted sharply against her deep tanned legs. And how they had spread wide last night to sate Ms Green.

"Apparently Sister Anne thinks you need to confess...relieve your burdens as I listen and watch." Father John realized his cock was getting stiff, but never noticed it started to do so with Sister Anne's suggestion.
 
"Forgive me Father I was unable to rouse my husband last night" Melanie began as she shifted her hips and some how raised a leg next to the screen giving Father John a perfect view of her crotch. "But this morning he obliged me with his cock before leaving for work" she said as her lips blossomed and Father John could see her husbands seed against her red thick lips. "Can you see Father?" she whispered as her finger slid down into the gooey mess.

"Father Sister Anne just said some disturbing things to me?" Melanie said as she could not help but rub her now swollen clit as she spoke. "Does she know about us?" Melanie panted as her finger moved down and into her sloppy folds. "Oh Father I need more training" she exhaled clearly nearing orgasm.
 
Father watched Melanie open her legs and he saw the mess that still leaked from her cup. Her inner thighs were displaying a sheen like a glazing. "Yes Daughter, I can see the sin that you carry and how it craves to be shown to me."

He watched as her fingers dipped in and then toyed with her clit, twisting it in a pinch of her fingers that rivaled her bruised nipples. Her other hand pushed into her as she began a light slap on her clit.

"You obviously failed in your penance last night. A truly repentant soul would be able to succeed if they had proper devotion to the Lord. We will need to meet again tonight to strengthen your faith, Melanie. Father William and Ms Green will be joining us as they have concerns over your faithfulness."

His hand stroked his cock through his robe wishing it was hers. Seeing her shudder with a release, he did his best to hold back.

"Let me handle Sister Anne. I'll speak to her this afternoon as I find it my duty to assist her demons also. The cross I bear is heavy, Melanie."

Despite his desire to fuck her now and give her peace he resisted the temptation she was forcing on him.

"Go home and wash that seed from you so we can give you a new birth tonight."

As she left, he headed to his room for prayers, thinking of how to deal with Sister Anne. Going to the lower level of the Rectory where she had a room all to her self. He didn't knock, just entered as he was her superior..right?
 
Sister Anne was on her knees facing the stone wall in prayer, with her back to the door as Father John entered.

"Do come in Father" she said calmly without moving. She did nto move for a minute or more a she finished her prayer putting John on his back foot hoping to dominate the old woman from the start.

She stood with little effort, surprising for a woman her age.

She turned and looked up into the Father's eyes. She as covered except for her hands and her face. Otherwise she was under several sheets of sky blue and white.

"I am glad you have come John" she said not using his title to disarm him, as she stepped to the bare night table next to the small cot on which she had slept for the last sixty years. She opened the drawer and pulled a leather wrapped handle with five or six long strips of knotted leather hanging from it's end. She turned and without acknowledging the implement moved in such a way as to invite his to kneel where she had.
 
He smiled at her assumption of compliance.

"Shouldn't you actually confess your issues Anne?"

He walked past her and sat on her cot.

"Your habit will not shield you from my view of your soul."
 
Anne smiled at the young priest and said "I am pure as the driven snow, meek as the new born lamb and mighty as the Lord God above" she said angrily. "I have no sin upon my hands young man. I have only to protect the children from the wolf. I have only to lead the lambs from slaughter and have their enemy under my lash" she said hissed cracking the strips of leather across John's thighs as he sat.
 
Father John jerked at her sudden strike against his thighs. He stood immediately and only the power of his divine will kept him from striking back at her.

"I find it odd that you would have such an instrument at your disposal, Sister Anne. Do you use it much on yourself to contain your desires?"

Maybe her habit hid more than others would guess. Glancing at her bed side stand, he noticed her Holding Cross of well worn olive wood and the smooth edges along the long length.

"Or do you use other things to quench your desires?"
 
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