Chapter 3 - Monastery of St. Therese
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Candace had hoped for good weather during the two-hour drive to the Monastery
of St. Therese. In good weather, it could be a very beautiful drive since much
of the countryside was picturesque New England. But by mid afternoon, the sky
turned dark. By the time, Dan got home from work and she had seen him and Briana
off to his parents, it was starting to sprinkle. But the heavy rain didn't start
until Candace got outside the city and on the road to Berwick, Maine.
The rain forced the traffic to slow down and that gave Candace a chance to
think. The prospect of seeing Sister Agatha and the other Sisters of Mt. Carmel
brightened her spirits. There hadn't been any more 'happenings'. Candace was
looking forward to two days of spiritual cleansing. The nuns and the laity would
be jointly conducting a series of workshops on the family, modern morality and
the role of Catholic womanhood in today's world. Candace was hoping it would be
intellectually and spiritually stimulating.
Candace reached down and pulled her skirt up to her thighs. These clothes were
too warm. For the Retreat, she had dressed in one of her long skirts and worn a
bra and a silk long sleeved blouse. The bra felt like it bound her in all the
wrong places and the blouse's sleeves were just plain hot. Still, it wouldn't do
to show up at the Monastery in a short skirt and bra-less tank top. Candace
passed her arm over her forehead and realized she was covered in perspiration.
Candace turned up the car's air conditioner to maximum and soon felt more
comfortable.
"If I could, I'd drive without a stitch on," thought Candace who immediately
wondered where those thoughts were coming from. "Drive unclothed, that's just
not me, what if someone saw me or I was caught in traffic."
Candace thought about her marriage. Her little makeover had certainly pleased
Dan. He had been so grumpy lately. He made a habit of finding fault with
everything she did. However, after the clothes and the new hairdo, he had gone
out of his way to be nice. He even quit complaining about her going on the
Retreat.
Candace had only had one disquieting moment since the incident after her
confession at St. Marks. On Friday afternoon, when she returned home after
picking up Briana, she passed by the full-length mirror in the master bedroom
and froze when she saw her image. Her tight khaki skirt only reached mid thigh
and it hugged her rear. She was wearing a green cotton top with no bra and her
nipples and areola were clearly visible through the thin material. Somehow it
was if she was looking at herself for the first time since she had adopted her
new look. Until that week, she had always worn her hair long, slightly more than
shoulder width, now it was cropped short.
Candace looked at herself for a while and thought, "It doesn't look like me or
at least the way I'm used to looking. I never dressed to attract men. I thought
that was sinful. Now I look like one of those women who want men to look at her
body. If I keep thinking and dressing this way, I'll become someone who walks by
construction sites in order to listen to the workers make lewd remarks."
Candace gave a passing thought to driving over to the office building being
constructed in the nearby industrial park and walking around. Candace wondered
what kind of nasty things they would say.
"What's getting into me?" thought Candace as she shrugged off the idea?
"Would I really enjoy the way they would talk and the things they would yell?"
Candace took another look at herself raising her chest to push her breasts
out.
"Dan loves to look at my tits. Since I'm going bra-less, I see him looking at
them every chance he gets. I just wish he'd do more than look," thought Candace,
"My stepmother used to say that I had the kind of breasts and legs that men
would do anything to possess but I couldn't stand the idea that men would look
at me that way."
"Anyway, Dan likes it and the church says that wives should dress to please
their husbands. Father Elliot had said that physical attraction was vital to
maintaining a strong Catholic marriage. I shouldn't dress like this but somehow
it feels more comfortable and it's definitely cooler. I've been so warm lately.
Maybe I need some kind of hormone therapy. There's a lady at the church who's my
age and already on estrogen replacement therapy. Between the retreat and my
doctor's visit next week, I just know I'm going to be all right."
Candace pulled the khaki skirt up to reveal the lace panties. There was just a
tiny triangle of material covering her vagina.
"Dan sure liked these well enough. Men appreciate that sort of thing. The way
he kept staring at my panties felt good. There's nothing wrong with a wife
making an effort to attract and hold her husband's attention."
Candace pulled the panties to one side to expose her pubic area. Her mind
raced to other thoughts.
"And he went nuts about my bikini wax. I suppose somewhere deep down I sensed
that I was not making enough of an effort to please him. I was being selfish.
That was why he was getting to be so hard to live with. When I get back from the
retreat, I'm going to suggest we have sex more frequently. Candace looked back
into the mirror as she stuck and breasts out provocatively then she adjusted her
stance so her skirt pulled tight across her bottom. She pinched her nipples so
they stood out more prominently.
"This is what Dan wants," whispered Candace. I need to quit being such a
prude. Dan's right. I'm young and I've got a good figure. These clothes look
good on me. It's all right for a Catholic wife to dress in a way that's
attractive to her husband. I should be more accommodating in bed too. Once a
month is not enough for a healthy virile man like Dan. He should have me
whenever he wants and even whatever way he wants. Dan's a good faithful husband
and he deserves a wife who's sensitive to his sexual needs. As long as things
were kept within certain limits, there's nothing wrong with some of the things
he wants to do."
Without thinking, Candace reached down, shoved her panties down, parted her
labia and began to rub her clitoris.
"Oh, that feels good. I wish Dan was here to put his cock in me," whispered
Candace as she rubbed her sex.
Candace hadn't consciously masturbated since her freshman year in high school
after the nuns told her that masturbation was a sin. Of course, there had been
her recent dreams where she masturbated in her sleep but this was different. I'm
wide-awake, playing with myself thought Candace and I don't want to stop.
Candace increased her rubbing and was becoming aroused when there was an
interruption.
"What are you doing, Mama?" asked Briana coming into the room sipping a box of
juice.
"Nothing sweetheart, go back into the kitchen and drink your juice," said
Candace quickly pulling up her panties and lowering her skirt.
"I would have masturbated until I climaxed if Briana hadn't come into the
room. This has got to be hormonal. I've never felt the need to pleasure myself
before. What else could it be?" concluded Candace. After that, she had busied
herself with getting Briana ready to go see her grandparents.
Candace inserted a CD into the car's player. It was Leonard Bernstein's Mass,
her favorite. Afterwards if there was time, she would play Handel's Requiem. The
sound of a symphony orchestra supported by a large chorale filled the car and
Candace relaxed to the music.
"I'll listen to the Mass on the drive. As the music soars so will my spirits.
This weekend, I'm going to immerse myself in the church and God and the Holy
Mother and by Monday, everything will be just perfect," exclaimed Candace as she
drove on through the heavy rain.
Candace had studied the program for the Retreat. Friday night there was a
reception in the Welcome Center from 6:00 until 7:30. There would be wine and
appetizers. Dinner was at 8:00 and Evening Mass at 9:00. After Mass, strict
silence would be observed until 10:00 the next morning when the workshops began.
The period of silence was to be used for meditation and spiritual growth.
The Monastery of St. Therese was set on a promontory overlooking the Merrimack
River. It was a beautiful locale when the weather was good but looked rather
gloomy in the rain. The main building was constructed in the late 1900's and
imposed itself over a number of more recently constructed buildings. From a
distance, it looked like an organized pile of brick and granite.
Over the years, Candace had spent considerable time at the monastery. In the
summer after she graduated high school, she had gone there to decide whether she
had the vocation to become a Carmelite Nun. Although Candace felt a strong
inclination toward the sisterhood, Sister Agatha, the Reverend Mother, had
discouraged her for reasons that Candace never fully understood. Sister Agatha
had told her to wait a while before marrying Christ. After that summer, she had
gone to college, met Dan, fell in love and became engaged.
Still, Candace loved to visit the monastery and be with the sisters,
especially the novices. No one looked more forward to the quarterly New England
Catholic Women's Retreats than Candace Williams. In spite of the slow traffic,
Candace arrived only a few minutes late. She threw her overnight case into her
room and hurried to the reception.
Candace was standing at the reception with a glass of wine in her hand talking
to two of the novices when she heard Sister Agatha call her name.
"Candace, come here and meet Father Gregory."
Candace excused herself and hurried over to the short stooped elderly Nun
standing beside the tall priest. The priest was talking to another member of the
retreat and only turned toward her when she reached the Reverend Mother, Sister
Agatha.
"This must be Candace. The one you said was far too pretty to be a Nun," said
Father Gregory as he turned toward her.
"Let me warn you Candace. We have a charmer among us. I better keep you away
from my novices. There'd be no telling what mischief you'd cause," laughed
Sister Agatha.
"Father Gregory," repeated the priest shaking Candace's hand. Candace felt
something strange as Father Gregory's hand held hers. It was as if a pulse of
energy passed into her hand from his. His hand felt warm, almost hot.
Candace found herself staring into the most hypnotic pair of eyes she had ever
experienced. They were dark and deeply set. Father Gregory was well over six
feet tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Candace had encountered few
priests with a slim athletic build. The priestly lifestyle tended to sedentary.
In the six years, Father Elliot had been at St. Marks; he had ballooned from a
slender young man's build to a physique bordering on overweight. Father Gregory
had a head of unruly cold black hair that seemed long for a priest. Father
Gregory also looked familiar but Candace couldn't recall where she had seen him.
"Father, I believe we've met before. Have you ever visited St. Marks?" asked
Candace.
"Once or twice, but I would recall meeting someone as beautiful as you."
"Now you stop flirting, Father. Candace will get the wrong impression of you,"
said Sister Agatha.
There was also something odd about his clothes that only someone with
Candace's background would have noticed. Candace's father had been a tailor. He
had a small shop in Boston's financial district. He custom tailored suits for
the city's business elite. His suits were very expensive but considered the best
to be had in New England. Candace worked in the shop every summer and knew how
to recognize custom tailoring. Father Gregory's black suit was tailored by a
master and the material looked expensive, probably a blend of fine English wool
with the best grades of Scottish cashmere. The black clerical shirt was
hand-sewn raw silk. Priests usually wore cheap black wool suits that looked like
they were bought off the rack at J.C.Pennys. Father Gregory dressed and looked
like he was President of Chase Manhattan Bank.
"We're so lucky to have Father Gregory. Father Cannon was scheduled to be the
spiritual advisor for the retreat but he was taken ill. So the Bishop sent
Father Gregory in his place," gushed the Reverend Mother.
"Well, let's hope you still feel the same when the retreat is over. Father
Cannon is a very able priest and I will be hard pressed to match his skills in
leading tomorrow's workshops."
"False modesty is a sin. Candace, Father Gregory is an inestimable scholar and
devout man of God. He led the novices in a discussion of the life of Jesus
Christ just this afternoon. You could actually feel the spiritual growth of
those fortunate enough to be in the room. It was the most remarkable combination
of Christian scholarship combined with a powerful and charismatic message that I
have ever experienced. Several of novices commented that it was as if you
actually knew Jesus Christ and had walked with him to the Cross."
"Well, actually I did. I'm older than I look," said Father Gregory laughing.
"Aw, there's Sister Beatrice, I must talk to her about a scheduling conflict.
Excuse me for a minute. Candace, you behave yourself and don't flirt too much
with the Father." Sister Agatha scurried away toward a plump nun who had just
entered the room.
"Nuns love to flirt, especially the Sisters of Mt. Carmel. Do you think they
do that to make God jealous?" asked Father Gregory now that he and Candace were
alone.
"I don't know how to answer," said Candace considering his remark a strange
one for a priest.
"There probably is no answer. I see you admire good tailoring, that's a
complement coming from a tailor's daughter."
"It's elegant and beautifully made; but how did you know my father was a
tailor?"
"I'm not sure. Perhaps Sister Agatha mentioned it to me. You're one of her
favorites and she was right. You are much too pretty to be a nun. Having such
beauty must bring it's own set of problems."
"Strange you should mention that but lately Father, I have been deeply
troubled. I'm having a crisis of faith. It's very personal. Perhaps, you could
counsel me individually this weekend if there is time." Candace found herself
drawn to Father Gregory and even willing to confide in him things she could
never speak about with Father Elliott.
"I will make time. The spiritual health of our flock should always be our
number one concern. Unfortunately, tomorrow is totally occupied with workshops.
We could meet tonight after evening mass."
"That's supposed to be our period of silence."
"I think I can issue you a dispensation if you feel your problem is serious."
"It is very serious. I need spiritual help in the worst possible way. My faith
is being tested as never before."
"Then by all means, let's treat this as a priority. They've put me up in the
Loudon Hall, Room 112. Say 10:30."
"I'm sorry to be such a bother but things have really been spinning out of
control lately, Father."
"Just remember, there's nothing that you and God can't handle especially with
a little help from the Bishop of Rome or one of his helpers," said Father
Gregory as he reached out and put his hand on Candace's forearm. Once again,
Candace felt a surge of energy pass into her body. It wasn't like an electrical
spark. It was more like the strong current of a river in flood.
Candace felt instantly better at the thought of being able to unburden herself
about the recent events. There was a moment of apprehension when she realized
she would have to be talking about sexual matters with someone who was both a
man and a priest, and in his room late at night. But Father Gregory was a man of
God. Even Reverend Mother Agatha had attested to his learning and his ability to
interpret the life of Christ. Candace felt comforted that she would soon be
sharing her problems with this man of great faith.
Sister Agatha returned at that moment and took Father Gregory away to meet
someone else.
Candace was left alone for a moment at the reception. As she surveyed the
room, she was rather surprised that outside of Bernice Creswell, who also
worshipped at St. Marks, there was not a single woman she recognized other than
the Carmelite Sisters. Candace had gotten to know several New England Catholic
women at previous retreats who were active in the life of the church. The fact
that none of them were at this Retreat seemed strange.
"Candace, I'm just dying to meet you," said a slender red headed lady who
stepped in front of Candace.
"Connie Barker, " said the lady extending her hand.
"Candace Williams, Is this your first time here?"
"The first time at Mt. Therese. I live in Davenport, Iowa. I usually attend
closer to home. But of course, this Retreat's special."
"I hope it's very special. I've certainly been looking forward to it."
"When you come to Iowa, you can make our place your headquarters, we have
plenty of room. Every facility will be made available to you."
"That's very kind of you, but headquarters for what? I've never been to Iowa.
Although I'm sure it a lovely state, I have no plans to go there," said Candace
thinking the Connie had her confused with someone else or had been drinking too
much wine, perhaps both.
"Well, we're there when you need us," said Connie looking like someone who
just realized she had just made a mistake. Connie excused herself and hurried
away.
Over the course of the next several minutes, a dozen women introduced
themselves to Candace. Candace was surprised that the attendees were from every
area of the United States. At previous retreats, Candace had encountered women
only from the New England region. The women also seemed younger and better
dressed than at past meetings.
By the end of the reception, Candace was beginning to think she was being
confused with someone else. Everyone seemed to make a point of approaching her
and introducing themselves. It was like she was the guest of honor. Several said
they were looking forward to working with her. "Maybe there's another Candace,"
was her concluding thought.
At dinner, Candace was seated between two novices, Maria Consuela, from
Guatemala and Anna Estelle, who had just arrived from New York's Staten Island.
The youth and cheerful enthusiasm of the novices swept Candace along and for a
while she forgot her concerns. They were both so firm in their faith and so sure
of their vocation that Candace was reassured that the Retreat would set her feet
on the right path and her recent imaginings would be things of the past.
"I know that God and Father Gregory will help me," decided Candace as she
listened to their conversation about the workshop Father Gregory had conducted
that afternoon.
"At the end of the workshop, he went around the room and placed his hands on
our heads as we prayed with him. I actually felt the spirit of God entering my
body when he touched me. Father Gregory described Jesus' temptation in the
wilderness in such a beautiful and compelling fashion I actually cried," said
Maria Consuela.
"He must have an unshakeable faith. That's always the basis for being able to
lead others to God," said Anna Estelle.
After dinner, everyone hurried into the Cathedral of St. Therese. The church
was considered an architectural jewel. Donated by a wealthy railroad baron and
constructed in the late 1900's, the monastery church was richly furnished. The
pews were constructed with imported Guatemalan mahogany and the altars carved
from Travertine Italian marble. The stained glass windows were designed and
built in the Tiffany workshops. Gold leaf covered the wall behind the altar.
The statuary was created in Italy in the same studios employed by the Vatican
itself. Visitors had proclaimed it the most handsome church on the North
American continent.
Candace was in awe of Father Gregory by the time Mass ended. Father Gregory
conducted a beautiful and moving service. He was incredibly graceful and his
deep baritone voice spoke the Latin Liturgy with force and power. Toward the
end, he climbed into the pulpit and delivered a message about the spiritual
goals of tomorrow's workshops. The message was one of challenge and renewal of
faith. Candace always believed there were priests who could take the performance
of a Mass and somehow elevate it to another level. Father Gregory was one of
them. When Mass ended, everyone hurried back to their room for personal prayers
and to observe a strict regimen of silence.
At 10:25, Candace found herself entering Loudon Hall. It was an old building,
part of the original monastery. As she pushed open the large glass paneled entry
door, she was startled at her reflection in the glass. She was wearing a white
cotton tank top with no bra and a red silk skirt that was short, very short. She
must have changed out of the clothes she'd worn earlier. Strange, she didn't
remember changing clothes or even packing what she was wearing. Her gold large
hoop earrings and a wide gold bracelet were two pieces of jewelry she didn't
recall owning but she was wearing them. For shoes, she wore a pair of open toed
three-inch heels with ankle straps. Candace looked closely at the glass appalled
at the heavy make-up she was wearing.
"I've never worn this much eye liner. I look like one of those prostitutes
you see on the television news standing on the curb talking to men in cars, this
skirt barely covers my bottom," thought Candace.
"My God, I can't meet with Father Gregory dressed this way. He'll think I'm
trying to seduce him or that I'm a whore or both," said Candace.
Candace considered running back to her room and changing. But there wasn't
time to return to her room and change. And somehow in spite of her clothes, she
wanted to be dressed that way. This uncontrolled desire to dress provocatively
was part of her problem. Father Gregory would understand.
"When he sees how I'm dressed, he'll know I have a serious problem."
Candace knocked quietly on the door of Room 112. In one of those movements
that baffled her, she pinched her nipples to make sure they stood out right as
Father Gregory was opening the door. Candace considered it a little odd to be
meeting with a priest in his room at this late hour. The door opened and Father
Gregory stood aside inviting Candace to enter.
"I really appreciate your seeing me at this time of the evening, I know you've
had a long day," said Candace. Candace saw that she was in a small sitting room.
There was another door she assumed lead to the bedroom. Candace was glad there
were two rooms. Candace would have felt uncomfortable if there were a bed
nearby.
"Please be seated, Candace," said Father Gregory.
"Thank you for seeing me. I loved the way you conducted this evening's mass.
You made me proud to be a Catholic."
"Saying Mass is one of my life's purest pleasures, it is a reward in and of
itself just to be permitted to do it. You've thanked me enough by coming here.
Your confidence in me is most gratifying. Now what seems to be your problem?"
Candace found herself seated in a winged armchair directly opposite Father
Gregory. He was seated in a matching chair. Candace realized how short her skirt
was when she sat down and it came up to expose almost all her thighs. Candace
carefully crossed her legs thinking I bet he can see my panties. "Oh my God,
he'll think I'm an awful person, a promiscuous woman who made this late
appointment just to seduce him," thought Candace. Candace decided to let Father
Gregory know up front that her appearance was not her normal attire.
"First of all, just look at me. Recently, I've started dressing immodestly; I
have always dressed conservatively, now for reasons I do not understand I find
myself dressing in fashions that display my body. This is an example. I'm
compelled against my will to dress this way, I'm not even conscious of what I'm
doing, I don't remember buying these clothes, I didn't become aware of what I
was wearing until I saw my reflection when I entered this building."
"I don't see a problem. What I do see is a beautiful woman, a woman who likes
to feel the eyes of men on her body when she passes by. You have remarkable legs
and exquisite breasts. It's perfectly normal for Catholic women to want to be
considered desirable. It's certainly not sinful. Attracting the lust of other
men and even women is something you will learn to enjoy."
"I'm not sure I understand you, Father. I always though willfully encouraging
others to sin was a sin itself. Besides, it's just not me. I've always dressed
so as not to be considered desirable and lead others to sinful thoughts. Not
only am I a sinner for dressing this way but also I cause others to sin when
they look at me and have impure thoughts. But the clothes are only part of it.
Recently, I've started to imagine things, sexual things that arouse me and bring
me into a state of Lust, one of the seven deadly sins."
"Describe in detail the first such thing you imagined?"
"It difficult to speak about."
"You must be able to describe it if I am to help you."
"A man, a worker in the grocery store where I shop. He felt my breast. Rather
I imagined he felt my breast."
"What precisely did he do or as you say, you imagined him doing?"
"He slipped his hand inside my bra and pinched my nipple with his fingers."
Candace was shocked that she expressed herself so boldly, using the word
"nipple".
"Show me exactly what you imagined, demonstrate what you imagined he did."
There was a tone of command in Father Gregory's voice. Candace found herself
eager to follow his dictate.
Candace looked directly at Father Gregory as she slipped the strap of her tank
top off her shoulder. She pushed the material down to expose her breast. She
captured the nipple between her fingers and squeezed it hard. She moaned with
pleasure.
"Oh that feels good just like when I imagined he was doing it. He pulled and
twisted my nipples. Look, he twisted and pinched hard but it didn't hurt. The
pleasure of it takes my breath away."
Candace without any prompting quickly slipped the other shoulder strap down
and grabbed her other nipple. She twisted them and pulled them away from her
body as she let out a long low moan of pleasure.
"Oooohhhhhh" Candace gasped out as she pulled and twisted her breasts. She was
having trouble not slipping her hand between her legs and grabbing her sex. It
was as if a cloud of intense lust had engulfed her body and she was powerless to
resist. The feelings were so extreme she was totally under their control.
Nothing could have forced her to stop twisting and pinching her nipples.
"How can I be doing this in front of a priest, a man of God, am I losing my
mind?" were the thoughts that rampaged through Candace's head. "Oh that feels so
good when I dig my nails into the flesh," was the thought that seized ultimate
control over Candace's mind. Her fingers were pinching her nipples flat as she
pulled and twisted them. Even the pain is pleasure," thought Candace.
"Talk to me about what he did and how you felt," commanded Father Gregory.
"I imagined that the man had my nipples between his fingers and he was
squeezing them hard, rolling them back and forth, it hurt and yet it felt good.
See, just like this. I felt sexually aroused. I'm that way now. I feel heat
between my legs and I'm starting to lubricate my vagina. Forgive me Father. I'm
behaving sordidly but I can't help it. Why am I acting this way?"
"Can you still feel Mike's rough hands twisting your nipples until you want to
scream with pleasure? The sensation of his calloused workingman's fingers
mauling your breasts caused you intense gratification. It was as if you were
some prostitute standing in an alley up against a brick wall with the smell of
garbage in your nostrils. Mike's dirty hands were kneading your breasts before
he pulled up your skirt and slid his hard cock in your hungry cunt. Your arms
would be around his shoulders with the twenty-dollar bill he paid to fuck you
clutched in one hand. You wanted to be treated as a street whore who had sold
yourself to a customer whose name you didn't bother to ask. You really loved it
when Mike was touching your breasts, didn't you? "
"Yes, oh yes, I can still feel it, but it's not right, how did you know his
name was Mike?" gasped Candace pulling her nipples out as far as she could and
twisting them harder as her fingers applied even greater pressure to the soft
flesh. "I'm out of control, Father Gregory, please see that and help me,"
begged Candace looking directly into Father Gregory's eyes as she dug her nails
into her own flesh.
"I know because I was there. Now, Candace, keep talking and pull up your skirt
and touch yourself, show me how much you enjoy the pleasure of masturbation, I
know you are doing that while you sleep," said Father Gregory in a calm quiet
voice.
Candace quickly stood up and pulled her skirt up and touched her clitoris. She
realized her vagina was exposed. She had not worn panties when she dressed to
visit Father Gregory.
"See, I'm not wearing any panties, oh Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of God, help
me, I'm becoming a whore," said Candace as she sat back down. She was furiously
rubbing her clitoris while the other hand firmly clutched and kneaded her
breast. She spread and draped her legs over the chair arms exposing her sex to
the maximum degree. She thrust her sex forward so her clit was protruding as her
fingers furiously rubbed it.
"That's right. Spread your legs so you are completely exposed. You're not yet
a whore but you soon will be, a Roman Catholic whore, our favorite," said Father
Gregory as he smiled.
Candace's mind was immersed in the feelings that were coming from her breast
and clitoris. Her legs were spread as wide as they would go. She found the idea
that Father Gregory was watching her made it even more erotic. She felt her
pleasure build as she sensed an orgasm was imminent. The one thing she did know
was that she was under the control of Father Gregory. Her own will was
completely subordinated to his.
"Let's keep talking as you masturbate. You'll climax in a minute. Now, what
was your second moment of impure thoughts, tell me," commanded Father Gregory.
"I was in the checkout line at the pharmacy. I imagined I engaged in lesbian
sex with a young girl in line with me, she kissed me and she put her hand
between my legs, I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her into me," said Candace as
she continued to finger her clit. Her breath was coming in gasps as she talked.
She realized she was so wet; it was practically flowing from her. There would be
a wet spot on the chair cushion.
"And you overheard her boyfriend asking her to invite you for a three way. If
they had, would you have gone?"
"No, of course not, I would never do that," cried Candace as she reached her
climax. She shuddered and writhed in the chair. She threw her legs wider over
the arms of the chair and buried her fingers in her vagina as she convulsed.
"Oh Jesus fuck me, ram your carpenter's cock deep in my cunt and fuck me like
the worthless street whore I am," screamed Candace as she climaxed.
"You're beginning to cross over and join us. By tomorrow night, you will
belong to the Master body and soul," said Father Gregory in a quiet voice.
Father Gregory sat patiently as Candace writhed and convulsed in a prolonged
orgasm that felt like it went on forever and left her breathless and exhausted.
"Powerful cum, wasn't it? You'll have many more of those and even better ones.
At the pharmacy, I considered having you go with Lois and Tommy but decided I
wanted to be patient with you. I also wanted to participate in person. Still,
you would have enjoyed an afternoon of sex with two teenagers. Tommy is quite
well endowed and has the stamina of youth. He also likes to knock the women he
fucks around a bit. Tommy's dad liked to get drunk and beat him and his mom with
a belt so Tommy learned his sadism at his daddy's knee. Lois is submissive and
finds sex with Tommy best after he's warmed up her butt with a good dozen of his
best."
"Tommy would probably have shared you with the other members of his gang. How
you would have enjoyed an afternoon of being screwed by one horny teen-age boy
after another. Lois actually prefers lesbian sex. Lois screws Tommy as her way
of fitting in with his gang. What girls won't do to be popular?"
"I don't understand. You just watched me masturbate. You're a man of God but
you didn't stop me, aren't I committing a sin?" asked Candace who had collapsed
back into the chair after her orgasm. Both her breasts were exposed and her legs
hung over the chair arms fully displaying her sex. But she did nothing to cover
up.
"Tell me about what happened when you went to confess?" asked Father Gregory
reaching down to open a black leather valise beside his chair. He reached inside
and pulled out a flesh colored latex dildo. It had a small clitoral stimulator
jutting out from the side. The dildo was also a vibrator. Father Gregory turned
the vibrator on and then off to test it.
"Batteries are fresh, stick that inside you cunt while we talk." Father
Gregory leaned forward handing it to Candace.
"I was in the church saying my penitence. I imagined I got up and went into
the confessional. I unzipped Father Elliot's pants and made love to his cock
with my mouth. I climaxed when Father Elliot ejaculated in my mouth."
"And you found that exciting?"
"Yes, Father, is there any hope for a awful sinner like me?"
"Oh yes, there's always hope. Now I want you to hold your labia apart, touch
your clitoris and speak the first words that come to mind."
Candace parted her labia with one hand fully aware how exposed she was to
Father Gregory's eyes. The minute her hand touched her clit, a stream of
blasphemy poured from her lips.
"Oh fuck, fuck me Jesus, my Lord and Savior, then let all twelve of your
apostles screw me on top of the table at the Last Supper. Let me get under the
table so I can suck your cocks while you eat and drink the body and blood of
Christ. I want God's cock in my ass, Jesus' prick in my cunt and the Holy
Spirit's big dick in my mouth," screamed Candace.
Candace had used one hand to open her vagina then forcefully pushed the end if
the dildo into the opening. She wasn't surprised to find herself wet and open.
It was as if her cunt was hungry and it sucked the latex cock into her hole.
"Bury that inside you as far as it will go. Make sure the stimulator is
against your clitoris. Show me how you like to masturbate while I watch you.
Somewhere in your sublimated core, you're quite the exhibitionist. The best fuck
for you will be when someone is watching, perhaps many some ones."
Candace shoved the dildo inside her with all her strength. As it bottomed out,
the pleasure was indescribable. Candace climaxed again as she screamed more
obscenities.
"Holy Mary, fucking whore Mother of God, fill my mouth with shit from your
virgin ass. I want to suck your cunt and drink your piss. Let me eat your twat
while Jesus and the apostles fuck my ass," were the words Candace screamed in
the throes of a climax that was so powerful, she thought her heart had stopped.
In spite of the intensity of her orgasm, Candace continued to masturbate.
"Turn the vibrator on, make sure it on your clit, tell me about sucking Father
Elliot's cock."
"I love the way his cock smelled and tasted. His balls were wonderful when I
put them in my mouth and slowly sucked them. There was a tantalizing taste of
urine. I wish he had pissed in my mouth. He pushed himself into my throat and
fucked my esophagus like it was my pussy. When he filled my mouth with his
semen, I climaxed. When I came back to reality, I had been masturbating with a
rosary that the Pope had blessed," said Candace as she worked the dildo back and
forth in her cunt.
"I thought the using the rosary was a nice touch. Would you like to suck my
cock and swallow my piss?" asked Father Gregory.
"Oh yes," said Candace as she immediately stepped forward to kneel down
between Father Gregory legs. Her hands continued to force the dildo into her
cunt.
"Keep fucking yourself with the dildo, I'll pull my prick out for you," said
Father Gregory as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out a large hairy cock.
Candace kneeled before the priest stroking the large dildo into her vagina.
When the priest's cock was freed, she leaned forward and began to lick it. He
held it in his hand so she could use both hands between her legs. One hand
worked the stimulator across her clit while the other pulsed the dildo in and
out of her cunt.
"Put your mouth around the head, I'm going to piss until your belly is full."
Candace took the large cock head in her mouth. In a minute, she sensed hot pee
flowing onto her tongue. Candace's taste buds savored the fresh pee and found it
was wonderful to the taste. As soon as her mouth was full, she swallowed.
Candace furiously masturbated her clitoris with one hand. Her other hand twisted
and rotated the dildo into her vagina. She patiently let her mouth fill time and
time again with urine. It was not only the taste but also the smell that Candace
found so erotic.
Finally, Father Gregory finished. Candace looked down to see that her belly
was slightly distended she was so full of piss. She passed one hand over her
swollen stomach to feel how full of urine it was. This is truly wonderful
thought Candace.
"Now suck my cock, I want you to swallow my semen. It'll mix with my piss in
you stomach."
Candace summoned all her oral skill. She forced the large head of the priest's
cock past the opening of her throat. Then shoved her head forward to slide the
head into her esophagus. Candace deep throated Father Gregory for several
minutes then she started to feel his orgasm build along with hers. He placed his
large powerful hands on each side of her head and began to move it back and
forth on his cock.
He grasped her head in his hands and forced his cock down her throat. Candace
breathed through her nose to maintain her supply of oxygen. Father Gregory
hesitated each time his cock reached its maximum depth inside her throat.
"A good whore has to have a little of the sword swallower in her," remarked
Father Gregory. "There'll be no cock on this earth that Candace Williams can't
swallow."
Candace heard Father Gregory gasp, then felt her mouth fill with hot semen. As
she swallowed each spurt of cum, she began to climax herself. She sucked and
swallowed every drop of the priest's precious cum. She licked greedily at his
piss hole desperate to get ever drop.
Candace felt an enormous surge of energy and strength pass into her body as
she swallowed the priest's semen. When he was done, her last vaginal contraction
forced the dildo out of her cunt and it clattered to the floor.
"Now you are truly a whore, a whore who will become the bride of Satan."
"I am an awful sinner, God has deserted me," said Candace kneeling naked on
the floor, the expelled dildo by her foot, her belly full of the Father
Gregory's piss and her mouth coated with his semen.
"Despair not. Although God has deserted you, Lucifer has become your new
sponsor and he will bring you to position of power and glory that you would have
considered inconceivable had you remained a follower of Christ. Besides, God
still loves you. Don't we all know that God loves a sinner? And you will be one
of the greatest sinners of all time. Now Candace, take your clothes off. I have
a surprise for you in the other room."
Candace stood up and pulled her tank top over her head. She unzipped her skirt
and let it fall to the floor She slipped her sandals off. She was naked as she
followed Father Gregory toward the door to the bedroom.
When he opened it and stood aside for her to enter she saw that Maria Consuela
and Anna Estelle, the two novices she had dined with were lying naked on the
bed. They both turned toward Candace and held out a hand for her to join them.
Candace didn't hesitate to climb onto the bed and lay between the two young
girls. Candace kissed both girls on the lips then the three turned toward Father
Gregory who was seated in a comfortable armchair a few feet from the side of the
bed.
Candace realized she was looking toward Father Gregory expectantly awaiting
his command.
"I'm going to watch the three of you enjoying a night of lesbian sex, it's a
gift from the Master for joining his cause, the Master always rewards those who
come over to his side."
