“Bless me Fah-therrr!” Abigail Harrington shouted as Fr. Timothy O’Brien filled her mature vagina with his second load of the day. “For I have sss—oh my word!” Her orgasm erupted like a Hollywood exploding car! It was epically large!

She lost her breath as her eyes flew open in disbelief. The younger priest held on to her hips tightly as he unloaded every drop of his sacred semen into her love canal.

Her body sagged as she finished, “…sinned…”

It had been two weeks since that fateful morning when she had discovered Sofia’s purpose as the Church Whore. And now, the rectory’s cook/housekeeper was willingly sharing those responsibilities. She hadn’t been this happy since she lost Rodney, and she had that beautiful woman to thank for it.

Wednesday afternoons were reserved for Fr. Timothy to have time with the Church Whore. But today, Sofia was out of the office on a “sacred mission.” She had spoken with Abigail about an inspiration she felt was just as divine as her first encounter with Fr. Jim.

“I think we can do more for the men of the cloth,” the young widow had told the older woman.

Abigail had chuckled. “Well, we are having sex with them regularly. What more could they need?”

“Oh no, not our wonderful priests. I apologize; I was not clear… As I told you once before, they cannot be the only men of the cloth in need of sexual release. I think we can find more women like us who can also see this as their sacred duty to God, the church, and these men.”

At first, Abigail had balked at the idea. Yes, she enjoyed being a secondary church whore, but mostly for the sexual satisfaction she herself was receiving. After all, these were holy men using her for sexual pleasure. Yet the intensity of the spiritual sanctity Sofia professed was not within Abigail's thought process.

After that first week of sex, she started to see how the younger woman could think of this as a spiritual service, a gift of the Holy Spirit. Perhaps she was right to advocate for spreading it around, so to speak.

Sofia had speculated, “I could recruit for other possible sexual relievers to serve the priests.”

The memory of the hope in Sofia’s voice lifted Abigail’s spirits as she stood and tried to put herself back together again. “Thank you, Father, for the gift of your seed.” Abigail lifted her panties back up, capturing any fluids leaking out. The fabric on her throbbing pussy made her wince slightly.

“Are you alright, Mrs. Harrington?”

“Please, Father. We just had sex…twice. You can call me Abigail.”

She made the sign of the cross and kissed his ring.

He nodded, his mind once again reeling over the events of the last few months. Not only did he have two women to have sex with, but he had reconciled it all in his mind and in his soul as being an acceptable part of his spiritual life.

***

Sofia had driven over an hour to where Saint Ignatius Parish sat. Through some contacts with the bishop and Fr. Jim, she had discovered that there was a redhead who had been sexually active with a priest. To keep her status as a nun, the young woman vowed never to do it again. He was transferred…

After hearing the story, Sofia had an inclination that the sinner might be willing to do it again.

She had prayed to the Holy Spirit and felt she was being guided to this woman currently living as Sister Joan.

Yes, she was a nun. And a fornicator.

Perfect, thought Sofia. Sister Joan would be someone who had tasted the forbidden yet still kept her spirituality intact. Just like herself and Abigail.

Since she had created the concept of the church whore this office manager had wanted to share the joy with others. Show other women the spiritual peace that comes from sexual release with a man or woman of the cloth.

It was ridiculous to imagine she could establish a church whore in every parish nearby or even throughout the Roman Catholic faith, but by starting small, maybe a spark would grow. These men needed her help. These men deserved sexual release, no matter what vows of celibacy they had sworn.

If someone had privately asked her two priest-sexual partners if they thought she was slightly off-center about this concept, they would’ve laughed and heartily agreed. But considering how much pleasure they were getting, neither wanted to explain just how far away from church doctrine Sofia’s concept was.

She rang the bell of the St. Ignatius convent, and a kindly older sister with an Irish accent answered.

“Good day, Sister. Sofia Sinkeiwicz for the Mother Superior.”

She was led through a small hallway to an office where a striking woman in her fifties sat behind a desk. Black skirt, white blouse and black-and-white coif adorned the mother superior. The younger widow couldn’t help but notice how similar her own standard work outfit was to a nun’s habit. She loved dark skirts and light colored blouses. Perhaps it was a subtle nod to a lost dream.

Sofia had contacted the head of this convent, asking if she could interview Sr. Joan for a project. She had explained that the younger nun had been recommended by the bishop. She had of course failed to disclose exactly what it was about, and the mother superior asked her directly as soon as she offered a seat.

“What is your precise interest in Sr. Joan, my child?”

Sofia had thought about this extensively. She had spoken with Abigail about it just the other day after they had shared an evening meal and a wonderful night of sexual experimentation at the older woman’s house. They were fast becoming very comfortable with being lovers themselves as well as fuck partners for their priests.

“Mother Superior, what I am going to say is of a delicate nature. I would appreciate it if, on behalf of all the parties involved, you would keep this to yourself.”

The unreadable face of the sharp-cheeked woman did nothing but blink once.

Sofia took a deep breath. “Holy Spirit, guide my words... At my parish, I am the office manager. I have entered a unique relationship with the men that I serve. I believe the Holy Spirit has given me the gift of…intimate pleasures, and I have told them as much….as an act of spiritual connection.”

The older nun furrowed her brow and spoke softly. “Are you having carnal relations with the priests?”

“Yes, Mother. To keep them from corrupting more vulnerable women.”

The mother superior had been a nun for twenty-seven years. She had been the head of this convent for the last twelve. She knew of sexual desire. She had been a young girl once and had fancied a couple of boys who had tempted her. She knew of priests and even nuns who had strayed; sometimes undiscovered, other times to dire consequences.

“Does your pastor know you’re here?”

“Yes, of course. In fact, speaking with Sr. Joan regarding this…opportunity was the bishop’s idea.”

Mother Superior’s eyes went wide. “Well then, who am I to argue. I shall call her at once, but I’m going to remain in the room while you discuss your…Opportunity. Wait here.”

The older woman stood and headed out her door. Sofia was stunned by the lack of questions and admonishment.

After a few minutes, she returned with a sweetly pretty nun. The woman could not be much younger than Sofia, certainly not older. She sat opposite, her posture a perfect mirror image of Sofia, who mentally took her.

She had a lovely figure hidden under her habit.

“Sister Joan, this is Mrs. Sinkeiwicz. She was sent by the bishop to ask you some questions. You’re not obligated to answer, nor are you in threat of punishment nor revelation…please feel free to speak candidly.”

“It is lovely to meet you, Sister. I will get right to it. I believe you deserve my candor, and I have a sense that your mother superior supports my inquiries.” She paused and spoke a tad bit softer with a salacious undertone. “Did you enjoy having sex with the priest? Would you like to do it again?”

The mother superior shock-laughed and then made the sign of a cross. “Bless my soul!”

The younger nun opened her mouth in horror and looked at the floor.

Sofia leaned in with urgency in her voice. “Despite everything we have been taught and we think is right, I have come to believe that the Holy Spirit wants us to be sexual beings no matter who we are. And yes, Mother Superior, I know that is against doctrine, but please hear me out. Sr. Joan, I’m a widow and I have had my sexual needs fulfilled by a priest. Two, actually.”

“Alright, this has gone on far enough. I’m sure the bishop had his reasons, but I need you to—!”

Sofia ignored the woman in charge and took the chin of the young nun in her hand, lifting to make eye contact.

“I will ask again, did you enjoy having sex and would you like to again?”

Sr. Joan trembled. From fear, yes, but more from the rising arousal that was taking over her entire being. Later, she would describe it as divine intervention, but in the moment, it was pure lust, and she could not deny it.

“Yes, and I do.” Her body relaxed in relief at the admission

Sofia sighed a soft smile. “I believe I can help you make that happen. There are many men of the cloth who need sexual release to help them to be better leaders. You and I are the type of women who can provide that; show them that orgasm is not just for procreation,—”

“Oh my…!”

“- but a divine gift from our Lord. Why should they be denied such a pleasure?”

For the next thirty minutes, she described in excruciating detail her entire sexual journey with her two priests and never hesitated to mention Mrs. Harrington. Halfway through, she noted that the mother superior had sat back in her chair and was listening with a bit of sweat on her brow. She was becoming aroused. Sofia could not be happier.

The heavy silence that followed was full of many questions that needed answers.

“I feel like I can help you find a new place to serve the church. Not forsake your order, but find a different path of service while still satisfying the craving you cannot deny.”

She had fully intended to be bold. She believed the Holy Spirit wished it. Sofia leaned forward and kissed Sr. Joan full on her full lips.

“Mrs. Sinkeiwicz!” the mother superior bellowed. But then she froze as the two women pulled themselves into an embrace and continued to share passionate oral pleasure.

She took a moment to pray, kissed her own crucifix, and then silently left the office. Her body was aflame and she needed to purge as soon as possible. The soft click of the door brought the other two women back to the reality of the room.

“Come with me, and I can show you an entire world of sexual satisfaction that pleases the Lord. I will show you the wonders he has created.”

The questionably devout nun held onto the older widow’s arm, her thumb grazing the side of Sofia‘s lovely breast. She gulped and nodded softly.

“Excellent. Bless you for trusting me.”

In the hallway, the mother superior was waiting. She made eye contact, a look of inevitability in her expression. Sofia stepped towards her, and the older woman softly said, “I wish I was as brave. Please take care of her.”

Sofia’s heart fluttered with this quiet approval. She smiled softly and led this potentially sexy redhead into a future of sexual fulfillment.

Was Mother Superior wishing she were Sofia, or the other nun heading for liberation?

On the way, Sr. Joan could not help but squirm in her seat. She asked more detailed questions. She especially liked that Sofia prayed before each sexual encounter and always thanked the Holy Spirit. Somehow, it felt less of a sin.

Sr. Joan shared that she felt a personal and spiritual connection to the priest she had “fucked”. She said the word, and her whole body shook in near orgasm.

After a short drive, Sofia’s car pulled into a motel near the highway. Suddenly, Sr. Joan felt a rising panic. Fr. David was passionate and loving; this felt dirty. “I don’t think I can do this!”

The driver turned off the car and turned slightly, holding the young nun by the hand.

“You do not have to do anything you do not want to. I know you feel in your heart that I am telling the truth. Inside one of these rooms is someone who can help you. Will you at least give it a try?”

A soft nod and a tear wiped away. The two women headed towards room 23.

They stepped in and closed the door. Sr. Joan’s jaw dropped and her eyes went wide. There were two men already in the room. One of them was a priest whom she did not recognize; the other was the bishop himself.

She dropped her eyes and made the sign of the cross. This was obviously a test and she had failed miserably. “I am sorry, Your Excellency. I was wrong to come here. I will accept whatever punishment the church deems fit.”

The Bishop let out a warm laugh. He walked towards the young woman, and he took her hands as he spoke.

“What we are about to share, my child, is something rare and beautiful. I have already accepted it as a gift from my Lord. Won’t you at least see if you feel the same way?”

She was staring into his beautiful blue eyes and trembling slightly. So many emotions whirling around in her head and heart. But the most prominent was lust! She wanted to serve this man and feel the pleasures she had not felt in over a year.

He spoke with a low-pitched seduction. “You are quite lovely…” He bent down and kissed her full on the lips. She seemed to melt into his arms, rubbing his shoulders as he gripped her back and buttocks. She moaned deeply as he squeezed.

The soft hand of Sofia tapped her shoulder and separated them. Sister Joan was shocked to see the other woman was already topless and was lowering her skirt to the floor. She opened her arms in an act of loving welcome.

Without hesitation, the young nun removed her white coif to reveal beautifully cascading, red curls of hair. She laid it on the bed, then slowly unfastened her thick belt and tunic. The other three in the room all stared in silent awe at the gift. At 24, she knew she had an attractive body; Fr. David had told her so. Now she was going to share it with others.

Her entire clothing, including her utilitarian underwear, was now discarded. She stepped towards the gorgeous brunette who was a few inches taller than her and the two kissed deeply. Sister Joan’s smaller breasts pressed against Sofia’s; all four nipples hard and aroused. The young woman had never kissed another female before and she wondered why she had waited so long.

They both moaned as fingers explored and tongues danced.

Her vows completely forgotten, she wanted was to please these three people, and to be exhausted when she was done.

She was ready to become a church whore.

Sofia lay the redhead on the bed, delighted to see that her bush was ginger and glistening with arousal. The younger woman blushed, knowing that her pungent sex was ready for spiritual penetration. She turned to see that the bishop himself was now naked and stroking a very impressive penis. The other priest, she would learn, was Father Jim Boyd, who was starting to remove his clothing. Sofia made the sign of the cross and knelt before him.

“This is how a church whore serves her Lord.”

She took his impressive erection into her mouth as if it were the holy Eucharist itself. She felt the empowerment of both her beloved Stanley and the Holy Spirit with her once again.

Sr. Joan wanted to watch, but the polyester-feeling king-size bed shifted with the weight of the bishop. His hand slid across her chest and pulled on her lovely breast. She arched her body up to him. Her crucifix dangled down over her other nipple. He bent down and took both cross and nipple into his bearded mouth in what felt like sacrilege, but was actually quite erotic. His other hand slipped down and began massaging her sex. She exploded on first contact. Her thighs clamped on his hand and her whole body convulsed. She screamed in bliss as lights blasted her brain and pleasure shot to her extremities.

“Ohhh GAHHHD!”

Bishop Murphy chuckled softly and kissed her open mouth, shoving his tongue inside. He must have this body and have it now.

She responded by wrapping herself around him. She needed to have intercourse and have it now.

She was a reawakening nymphomaniacal dynamo!

Within a moment, his large erection was pushing inside of her. Her eyes rolled back and she almost laughed as she yelled out “Thank you, God, for this incredible gift!”

Next to the bed, Sofia could not have been happier. She was almost in tears watching out of the corner of her eye as she gave Fr. Jim an expert blow job. The priest himself was fascinated, holding her brunette head as he shoved himself in and out of her throat. When the young woman on the bed orgasmed, he himself unloaded blasts of his sacred seed into the Church Whore’s mouth. She smiled, savoring every drop. As she popped off, she made a sign of the cross and said, “Amen, thank you, Father.”

He was panting and smiling. All he could do was nod and fall back into a chair nearby.

Now Sofia was properly horny. No other word for it.

She crawled onto the bed, watching closely as the bishop railed this tight, hot, formally non-celibate pussy into submission. Sofia grabbed her by the chin and kissed her deeply. The young woman moaned, her hands groping the older woman’s breast.

The bishop grunted even louder at the sapphic delight in front of him. He was even more excited when the first woman he had ever fucked, straddled the redhead and lowered a very wet, glistening set of genitalia onto the redhead’s mouth.

Sr. Joan gasped, her eyes going wide, but did not hesitate. Through complete instinct, she began to lap and suck at the hairy treat being offered. Sofia smiled in ecstasy and offered her breast to the bishop. Despite his concentrating to prolong his pleasure, he took the proffered nipple into his mouth.

As the three of them worked their own sacred triune, Sofia knew in her heart she was doing the right thing for this girl. Many men would enjoy her, and she would enjoy them.

But then she suddenly had a moment of realization that made her slightly panic. Dear Lord, there’s no way this young woman was on any form of birth control.

“Bishop!” she shouted, suddenly surprising everyone. “You cannot ejaculate inside her. She’s not like me!”

In an act of exceptional self-control, the older man withdrew with a grunt and fell back. Without removing herself from Sr. Joan, Sofia flopped down and took his pulsing pole into her mouth just as he began to spew his seed. She sucked and sucked, taking as much as she could, but several drops fell onto the quivering red-haired vulva underneath her.

After he was complete, she released him and then released her own orgasm all over the redhead’s face.

“Ohhh, yesss, Sister! Take my pleasure! Use this Whore for your own!”

Before she could finish, she put her head down and licked up the few droplets of spent seed. She flicked her tongue across the pink clitoris, and her hips responded with a shake and a push upward. The young woman’s screams were muffled by Sofia’s splayed sex. But as the two shared a sacred 69, they both knew that a new era had begun for both of them.

What followed was an afternoon of unbelievable sexual pleasure as both women enjoyed both men several times. Sofia even gave the hint that she may accept the bishop into her back door. She was not quite ready, but acknowledged that she desired it. Afterward, the four cuddled, discussing what had happened.

Sr. Joan spoke with gratitude. “I cannot thank you enough for making this happen. I thought there was something wrong with me…” She quivered as she lay across the bishop’s hairy chest

He held her in firm comfort. “Not at all, Jacqueline, not at all.”

The former nun sat up slightly, looking surprised.

The bishop took her face in his hand. “I think it’s time that you accepted your Christian name back, don’t you?”

Fr. Jim cleared his throat. “If I may, Your Excellency. I think she should keep her habit and her title.” He sighed as Sofia lazily stroked him. “People would easily suspect ‘Jacqueline’ as a church whore, but not so much a ‘Sr. Joan.’ And this will assist in keeping things secret.”

They all voiced their opinions, and it was settled that indeed “Sr. Joan” would become the newest Church Whore of the diocese. One that Sofia would hope would show as a beacon for many others. They celebrated with spit-roasting her while the women 69-ed.

***

If they were all sinning by having sex, it was decided that putting the younger woman on birth control was just one more sin for them to accept. It was wiser, and everyone agreed, much safer for her.

Five weeks later, the redheaded nun was reintroduced to her former lover, Father David Granger. He was stunned at the development, but accepted this new church role that the bishop had sanctioned. Sr. Joan would not be stationed at his parish, but could visit regularly to relieve his sexual tension.

And she did… five times in two weeks.

There was a nearly insane celebration at the end of the month, where all three women served all four men at different places in and around the rectory and church.

Sofia lay in a sweaty heap on a bed next to Fr. David, who had a very impressive penis. His redheaded lover was licking it up and down, cleaning off his own ejaculate and the excretions of the beautiful widow he had just fucked from behind.

They all could hear Mrs. Harrington bellow in the next room as she was double penetrated by the other two men of the cloth. Her husband had introduced her to anal sex, and she introduced it to the two of them, who took to it like fish to water.

Fr. Tim entered wearing only his bathrobe. He was carrying a tray of coffee and some pastries to help reinvigorate his new sexual partners.

He set the tray down and bent over to kiss his first lover. Sofia found that of all of these men, she enjoyed him the most, yet she knew that her feelings should not go beyond her spiritual service.

He whispered, “This is an incredible thing you have done, my dear. I’m so blessed to have you in my life. Come to my room; I need you alone.”

She blushed and took his hand. They left the other two kissing deeply and headed down the hallway for another adventure…

EPILOGUE

Over the next dozen years, Sofia Sinkeiwicz made it her mission to bring sexual pleasure to priests all over the country. It was becoming accepted practice to secretly allow priests to lie with women and men whose sole purpose was to satisfy them. These Church Whores would be blessed and well taken care of. The priests would not be allowed to reproduce.

A new form of sexual spirituality was relaxing the rigidity of the church.

This monumental shift in catechism was called “Sofia’s Sacred Cum-mittment.”

AMEN

Thanks so much for reading. I’m happy to bring this saga to a close. It’s probably the most sacrilegious thing I’ve ever done and I loved every second.

If you liked it, hit the heart. If you really liked it, go clean up and then hit the Star. And please leave a comment, I try to respond to them all.

Peace, Matt