Father Adrian arrived at St Mary's church and school a few weeks back and was now taking a tour with Sister Ruth. He was an attractive priest, about forty years old, who would live at the rectory and was now seeing the school, along with the convent for the nuns who ran the school. Sister Ruth was the mother nun at the convent where fifteen nuns lived.
He said, “At my last parish, I went to the convent each week to hear the sisters' confessions, and hoped I could do that here as well.”
“That would be wonderful.” Sister Ruth said.
“Great. How about Friday and Saturday evenings?”
“That sounds good. We can start this weekend.”
So when Friday came, Father Adrian went to the convent and asked Sister Ruth where he could begin. She told him to hear confessions from the Sisters who had their own rooms on Fridays, and on Saturdays, the younger Sisters who shared a room. One could go to the lounge, so he could hear the other's confession, and then they'd switch.
So he started with Sister Ruth and followed with the older sisters, and each confession sounded about like the others.
But then he went to Sister Elizabeth's room where he found a good and fit-looking sister, who seemed to be about in her mid-30s, in her habit.
“I've seen you around the church lately, Father, and I've looked forward to meeting you,” she said.
“Glad to be here, Sister, but let me ask ... why do the sisters wear the habit here in the convent?”
“We wear it any time we meet someone who doesn't live here,” she replied. Then she said she was ready to give her confession.
“Bless me Father for I have sinned,” she began. “It's been three weeks since my last confession.” Then he heard the same sort of things as all the other sisters until she said, “I'm afraid I may have broken my vow of chastity. You see, I've been having sexual dreams lately.”
“I see,” said Father Adrian. “And what happened in these dreams?”
“Well, they were about you, Father.”
“Really. What did you dream?”
“Well, you were touching me and getting me aroused, and then having me sit on top of you for sex.”
“Well, I'm flattered that you'd dream about me like that, Sister Elizabeth. Did you enjoy these dreams? Did they arouse you? Did you do anything about it?”
“I've led a sheltered life and never dreamed like that until I saw you for the first time. But the dreams did arouse me, and I hoped each night I'd have another one of those dreams, and even more, that you'd come to see me. Sometimes I'd wake up after a dream and touch myself.”
“Well, that's quite a lot. But the Lord forgives you for your sins. For your penance, say one rosary.”
“Father, I was hoping my penance could relate more to my sins, so I'd remember them and not sin that way. Maybe my penance could be something like what I dreamed about.”
“Sister!” he blurted. “That would be another sin!”
“Not if you made it my penance.”
Father Adrian was faced with a dilemma. The priest in him knew this was wrong, but the man in him wanted it, badly. “I don't know,” he said. “But if that will help you stop this sin, then I suppose we could make it your penance.” He didn't want to let on how much he wanted it, too.
“Thank you, Father,” she said. Then Sister Elizabeth took her shoes off and slowly slipped her habit off, revealing the plain white bra and panties she wore underneath. She paused, for a moment, to let Father Adrian admire her slender figure, which he did despite his guilt. Then she took off the bra and pulled down her panties, leaving Father Adrian lusting for her as he saw her firm breasts and inviting pussy.
“I shaved it just for you, Father. I hope you like it,” she said.
“I do, very much,” he replied.
Then he approached her standing by her bed, and reached to caress her breasts, cupping them and playing with her nipples, and she let out little moans of pleasure as he did.
“Oh, that feels so good, Father. Please keep doing that,” she said.
So he continued for a few minutes, then slipped his hands down to her crotch and touched her. He fingered her gently, then dipped into her vagina and found her very wet and ready. She spread her legs a bit so he could play more deeply, and he responded by fingering her in and out.
“Oh Father, more please, more!” she moaned quite loudly.
So he circled her clitoris with moistened fingers, and she squirmed in delight, begging for more. Father Adrian complied by continuing to play with her clit until Sister Elizabeth was on the brink of orgasm. Then he asked her to sit at the edge of her bed, after which he removed his collar and shirt and took his slacks off. Standing in his underwear, she reached to touch him, so he pulled his briefs off and let her handle his penis.
She got him even harder than he already was, and he lay on the bed on his back while she reached into her dresser and pulled out a condom, opened the package, and rolled it onto his erect penis. He shouldn't have been surprised that she had a condom ready. Then Sister Elizabeth straddled his hips and positioned herself over him.
“Go ahead,” he said, so she lowered herself slowly, guiding his penis into her.
All her nun's inhibitions left her, and she fucked him hard, up and down.
“Oh, Father, this feels so wonderful,” she moaned in delight.
He enjoyed her riding her, too and moved to meet her motions. Soon they were both out of control, as she felt her first orgasm hit, with its warmth and pleasure overcoming her. He also came, and she sensed his climax when the heat of his ejaculation reached deep inside her. She finished her ride, feeling spent and satisfied rather than guilty. She got off him, wiped herself with a tissue, found her clothes, and put them on while thanking him repeatedly for the gratification he gave her.