According to the holy texts, the world used to be completely black. There was nothing and no one until The One appeared, and with their appearance light was brought into the world. The black was replaced with a heavenly white, a white that covered everything and made all feel enchanted. The One saw it, and saw that it was good. But then sin crept into the world, corrupting The One's creations with evil and malice. Sin wou...

Sister Noelia was alive. To begin with, there can be no doubt about that. To confront a further suspicion the reader may have of her, based on events in this tale, she was not only alive but very much sane. In fact, she was beloved and respected throughout not just the convent but the town of Santiago de Compostela, where she lived. And no wonder! None of the sisters were as diligent in their duties to God, nor as modest...

Sister Rose, the naughty nun, locked the door of Father Pavel’s office. “Now would be a good time for you to take off that tiny piece of cloth you call a dress and offer your assistance,” she said to Jezebel, the redhead who’d been a cock tease, every Sunday, for quite some time. Jezzy laughed, looked at her watch, and untied the sash on her dress. “Sure, now is fine. So, you want some sucking and fucking; what else did y...

As Father Pavel prepared his weekly sermon, his thoughts wandered to the forbidden fruit that tempted him beyond reason. Every Sunday, she sat in the front row with parted legs, so he could see the glistening treasure that made him shamefully hard. Closing his eyes, he stroked his cock, imagining he was fucking her pussy while her ample tits bounced. As he was about to shoot his load, Sister Rose walked in. She quickly kn...

Before me stands a host of angels And I, knelt before them, ask for grace One approaches, I dare not look But he grabs my chin and lifts my face Dressed in Glory, Seraphs, naked Throbbing cocks like spears in hand It is a sacred duty they demand To be Heaven's chosen cunt One by one; They take me all With every thrust I beg for more I wish it'd last forever I want to be a whore The vision fades; my eyes clear She lifts he...

Sister Agnes felt both apprehension and excitement as she prepared for the Friday Fuckfest. The word “fuck” still rolled off her tongue with difficulty, but she had lost her life-long virginity at her first Fuckfest – and it had been fun. What awaited her at her second? Another sexual experience, to be sure, that was the rule. But with whom? As the sun declined in the sky, she contemplated what she would wear. God and his...

The shopping trip hadn't gone the least bit how I'd planned. Half of the things I wanted were out of stock, so I had to use second-rate substitutes. Also, the scanner in the checkout lane barely worked, the doors opened so slowly I ran my cart into them, and I almost got run over in the parking lot. It put me in such a stressful mood, I knew Clint would be put off by it, and with how hard he worked, he didn't deserve that...

“Shit!” Mel said when she saw the figure of a nun waiting at the entrance to the Chapel. “Do you think she saw us?” “I hope so,” Emma said. “Pleasure is always so much more satisfying when you rub it in the face of someone who’s denied it to themselves.” “That’s a bit mean.” “Is it? Oh. I can be a bit mean sometimes.” “You’re late, girls,” the nun said as they approached. “What took you so long?” Oh, great, Emma thought....

It's been my experience that Catholic girls tend to be really hot in bed, if you can get them in bed. They tend to approach sex with a vibrancy and vitality that explodes. But they can be very difficult to get into bed. Betty Ann was a good example of this. She would flirt hard, but she was seriously opposed to premarital sex. She was going to be a nun. For now, though, she worked for the phone company. Betty Ann took a s...

I was having a hard time with the scene in that basement. Here was this nice high school girl in her strange state of undress, and I knew she was going to talk about some provocative topics. I had a sudden attack of prudishness. She seemed to understand what I was thinking. “You know, Hank, let me put my skirt back on. I get the feeling that the sight of my bare crotch is unnerving you a bit.” Odd, being half-dressed does...

He wore a paisley shirt. The nun watched as he ate his hot dog  And as he took one bite, squirted mustard all over himself He swore loudly as if his voice was just loud Unable to whisper The nun fingered her prayer beads under her habit,   The other hand moving a fork around a plate of salad.  She watched as he grabbed a page of  the newspaper he was reading to  wipe pathetically  At his paisley shirt.   Our father who ar...

Men are men, vows are words, and words are wind. - George RR Martin Father Oswald's most difficult challenge as a priest was hearing confessions from women recounting their carnal sins. At times it was torturous for him to listen to young females conflicted by guilt pouring out revelations of their sexual desires and transgressions. No matter how hard he tried to deny his impulses, the padre was frequently aroused by thes...

What, I've got to do another one? Is there no end to this unmitigated shitfest of hormonally imbalanced, self-pitying, tripe? You do know I've got a red carpet event tonight, don't you? Yes, of course it's an everyday occurrence what with being the world's premier agony aunt, but I've got to pop down to Hegleby Master Butchers for some thinly sliced, unsmoked bacon. Now, I'm not one to complain but that's one of the probl...

I don’t remember my name; it was lost in history as I used so many aliases to protect my identity. I was born somewhere in Europe around a hundred years before Jesus Christ. I don’t know the date or who my parents were. I was told my mother died in childbirth and my father then left me on the doorstep of a neighbor. I lived there until I was kicked out due to my special gift, a gift that is both a curse and a blessing, fo...