Chapter 11
The following week, the tremendous pressures on the nun's head were more than Sister Mary ever had to cope with. Constantly, young boys from all of her classes would hang around after school looking at her delicate face with its thick sensual lips. They hoped to see the glimmer of desire in it with the hope that they could get a chance to fuck her. An incredible amount of boys in the sixth and seventh grade would come and talk to her.
The superintendent of the school was a priest, and he wondered why the nun had become so popular.
"Hello, Sister Mary," he said to her one day, as a few boys with mischievous, lusty grins were grouped around her desk while she ignored them and did some paperwork.
"I see you're still very popular with all of the young men here at Corpus Christi. What is the secret of their attraction to you?" The nun smiled nervously.
"Why, Father Clapton. I really don't know. I guess I just became a fad ... or something."
Father Clapton eyed her suspiciously.
"Hmmmm. I've never seen anything like it in all my years as the superintendent. Well, I've got to go to confession. Will you be in tonight?"
"Oh, yes, Father. I always go to confession every Wednesday night. Even if I haven't sinned. I'm sure I'll think of something to confess."
The sister laughed nervously as the priest feigned a few chuckles.
"Oh, I'm sure you will. Nobody's perfect, eh?"
And on that evening, Sister Mary Joseph sat through her dinner, mulling over her beef stew, rolling her boiled potatoes around with her spoon. She decided to tell the priest at the confessional that her sins were that she was overeating, she had wished some violent thoughts against some of her students, and that she had watched television a little too much instead of correcting her student's schoolwork. Whenever she was nervous, she drank some whiskey from a hip flask. She took a few swallows before she walked to the confessional. The troubled nun also munched on a few after-dinner mints to cover up her breath.
One of the lesser known secrets about Father Clapton was that he was an alcoholic and a latent homosexual with bisexual tendencies. The dual problems of his average anxieties plus his fear of being gay could not be totally absorbed by his devotion to God.
Mary Joseph kneeled before him and said, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."
"You may rise, child. And what are your sins?"
"Father* I have been a glutton, eating far more desserts and sweets and other foods than I really need for nutritional sake. Several times I have wished a violent act against some of my students when their behavior has been bad. I have also been slothful, sometimes preferring to look at my television set instead of correcting the children's homework or performing my other duties as a teacher and Sister in Christ."
The young nun expected Father Clapton to say, "Kneel again and say three Our Fathers for your pennance."
Instead, he said through stinko breath, "Suck my cock, you lying whore."
"Father Clapton!"
"Don't you Father Clapton me, Sister Mary Joseph. I don't know how many boys there were, but a couple of them felt terribly guilty. Of course they had to confess they had sex with a nun."
"Why, Father Clapton. I don't know what you're talking abut."
"Oh, cut the shit, Sister. Who else would these young boys want to fuck?"
"Such coarse language, Father. It doesn't suit a man of the cloth."
"Cut the bullshit. Just answer my question. Who else, of all the beat up bags of nuns, would any of these guys want to fuck, huh?"
"Sister Anna Mathew is a very attractive woman. I can see how they'd be attracted to her."
"Oh, come on now, Sister Mary. She's a frigging dyke. She reveals a lot more at confession than you do. She also told me how she had an affair with a nun around here. I don't think she'd want to get her hands down the panties of any of these ugly, old nuns. There is a certain attractive nun we have here, big tits, a sweet face and a firm round rump that even her habit can't hide. Sister Mary, don't bullshit me no more. I know you're as horny as a Marine on Friday, and I've often thought of slipping my cock into your pussy, except I'm usually into having a few guys slip their cocks into me."
"What? What? Father Clapton, are you a ... a homosexual?"
"No, my dear. I'm a bisexual. I'll fuck anybody."
"Goodness gracious! I've been experiencing a traumatic era in my life as I've had to hide all of my desires. I can't believe that someone like you, the superintendent of the school as well as a priest, would have such a lax attitude about sex. What's been going on Father? Are you alone with your feelings? Aren't you afraid you'll be uncovered? What's going on with the Catholic Church?"
"Well, Sister Mary Joseph, I'll tell you the whole truth, but first, I want to invite you to the midnight orgy. Are you coming?"
"Well, I'm not sure. Who will be there?"
"Oh, just about everybody in the convent that's good looking and sexually attractive, and is into our little secret, and all of the priests who know what's gong on and can get it up. Trouble with most of the priests is, a lot of 'em are faggots like I am sometimes. But, if you're not into rolling one of the bisexual nuns, I'm sure you can find a nice Catholic hunk of a man to split your twat for you."
"Father Clapton, I'd be honored to have you do me, but this is just too much. How long has this been going on?"
"Oh, for Christ's sake, dear. It's been going on since the time Jesus was fucking Mary Magdalene. I don't know how all this shit got rolling about sex being such a sin and all. Christ Almighty. Some of those Popes in history had families and all kinds of lovers. You know, Bishop Franheim of Los Angeles and I were young lovers in the seminary. Boy, could he get into sucking my cock! Anyway, he met the Pope a few times, and believe it or not, you'll never guess what he's into."
"What?"
"Necrophilia!"
"Necrophilia? Fucking corpses?"
"Yes! They bring him a fresh one every day-men and women!"
"Holy shit. This is all so amazing. I figured there had to be something like this going on, but I didn't possibly think it was going on up so high and in such an organized fashion."
The nun wore an amused grin, pondering this fascinating phenomenon. She was intensely puzzled.
"Well, Father Clapton, tell me something. Why do we continue this masquerade? Why has the Catholic Church been oppressing the sexuality of the entire Western World?"
"I don't know, my dear. I really don't know, but I've got a few ideas on it. You see a long time ago, when some poor joker of a Bible writer was supposed to be writing down Christ's guidelines to healthy, responsible sex, this guy just couldn't make it with anybody. Maybe he was too ugly. Maybe he was castrated. Maybe he was born misformed with two asses or a woman's tits or something and nobody would go near him.
"Meanwhile, all of the other Christians around were having the time of their lives, fucking and sucking and kissing and licking, and he just couldn't get into the swing of things. You know, you really sort of have to feel sorry for the poor guy."
"Yes, you do," said Sister Mary, nodding her head attentively. "I would sure feel very badly if no one wanted to fuck me."
"Exactly. So as this guy rewrote what Jesus was saying, he decided to write in all of his frustrations about sex and how it was more or less a sin and that the basic function of it was not to have a good time, but to create more Catholic children.
"It was a very, very childish thing for him to do. It's sort of like the little boy who is told he can't have any ice cream because he wet the rug, so the little boy says, 'I don't care. I don't like ice cream.' And then, when he's a little older and a little smarter, he not only says he doesn't want any, but that it's also bad for you."
"Fascinating, Father."
"Yes, isn't it? I would also think that somebody in that frame of mind would seek sexual relationships with men once he was spurned by women. But this poor guy probably couldn't get any of that either, so, being doubly rejected, he decided to really put down homosexuals, too."
Sister Mary nodded her head in understanding.
"There's only one thing I don't understand, Father. Why do we continue like this? Why are millions of people all over the earth still being fucked up by the kind of neuroses in the character you created?"
"That, Sister, is the real question I can't answer. I suppose that in a sense, the world needs us. We sort of provide a classic element to somewhat damper man's naturally hedonistic qualities. Why, we'd all be fucking in the sun all day and eating fruit off the trees and never have established the wonderful things about the society we live in today. Besides, in a way, it makes people think that sex is more fun when they know they're doing something they think is wrong. I have to admit this, I think what I do sometimes may be wrong, that Jesus really intended for us to remain celebate or at least sexually loyal to only one person, but it gives me a lusty evil satisfaction. Anyway, Sister Mary, what do you say we cut all this intellectual crap. Why don't you suck my cock for a little while? You can give me a primer on what will happen later at the midnight orgy."
"My pleasure, Father. I've wondered more than once what kind of body you've got underneath all this material."
"You'll just have to find out," he said, lifting up his robe.
Sister Mary pushed her head up into the folds of his priest's frock and placed her open palms across his hips. She found his cock which was rising fast and nuzzled her face along it. She placed her hands around his ass and stroked it. She rubbed her closed eyes across the penis tip and in his balls and ran her kissing lips into his pubic hair.
"Sister Mary, you are not a good Catholic," he said.
"No, I'm not," she said as she engulfed his prick with a long smooth swallow.
"Taste good?" he asked and she grunted her answer while slipping his cock in and out of her. Sister Mary got into taking as much of it as she could in her throat. She pulled in the fleshy base to the tip of her lips, bringing in some of the clusters of pubic hair.
"You're really a great cocksucker," he said. "I wondered if you would ever find out our secret. You seemed so pure and good. I didn't think I'd ever feel your moist lips clenching around my cock."
Sister Mary continued her sucking as the priest moaned his pleasure, and put his hands on her head to guide it over his turned-on rod.
"Oh, suck me harder! I'm about ready to come!"
The sister made her mouth-suction as hard as possible while her head was frantically sliding back and forth over it. The priest let out with a low moan as he came. Sister Mary stood up with the wad of his come in her mouth, savoring its flavor and taste before she swallowed.
"You know, Father Clapton, my first sexual experience ever was cocksucking a priest at the confessional. I was only thirteen then."
"I guess some of us start earlier than others. Did you eat my semen yet?"
"No," she said. "For a reason."
She pressed her torrid, aroused body up to the priest and opened her mouth. She pressed it to his slightly open mouth and kissed him. Their twisting tongues mixed his sperm as she transferred all of it to his mouth. He slowly ate his own come. The thought of it was incredibly sensual to Sister Mary. Her vagina was crazed with heated passion and she felt a large drop of her juices sliding down her leg.
"Father, I'll see you at tonight's orgy. What time is it at?"
"It's at twelve, sharp. In the Cathedral."
"Is that big hunk of a man, Father Pablo going to be there?"
"Yes. He was one of the first to find out what was going on."
"I'll get every last drop of come I can from him."