Nun of your business

Ryan’s continued meandering, for the most part solitary journey, next found him only three blocks from home. This time his detour brought him and his raging cock to a nearby church. It wasn’t a particularly large church in terms of congregation size but it was still a good sized building with nice architecture. As it was now Saturday afternoon the place was not particularly busy so Ryan felt finding a place for some one-on-one time without being interrupted shouldn’t be too difficult. This time as he got to the destination he felt called to he didn’t feel the need to wait around or look for a target. It was almost as if he could smell his next conquest so he let that guide him.

As he walked through the small flower garden in front of the church it occured to him that it definitely seemed to be a smell that was leading him on. He walked by the church on his way to college a few times and the floral bouquet had always been a pleasant part of the journey. Today though the light scents of the tulips, daisies, and whatever else that surrounded him were barely noticeable over something else. A far sweeter and more delectable scent. He smelled similar scents coming from just about every person, house, and business he walked past but there was something almost instinctual within his mind telling him that those weren’t the right places to go to. Yet.

He was beginning to understand a little bit more about what was going on. Somehow he was smelling and figuring out hidden perversions. The jogger woman from this morning unknowingly always had a brain predisposed towards sucking cock. Her boyfriend’s jealousy wasn’t because he was mad at the man for trying to take his woman. He was mad at his woman for taking away all of the other men’s dicks. Before Ryan came along he was just too repressed and close minded to consider it. Ryan was somehow able to both see those barriers and break them down.

Dean Power had not totally abandoned her hidden sexual nature as she did find herself in a position of authority. She also found herself in an educational environment which was another part of her personality that Ryan both found useful and cherished from a purely personal perspective. She would certainly enjoy the authority and power she has and her cunt would be wet all day just from the thought of being in charge, and she would definitely become more assertive and less forgiving but she had no intention of being unnecessarily cruel, vindictive, or violent towards anyone that didn't want it. But she would insist everyone fully embrace their kinks and fetishes, that they explore their wonders and curiosities. She now felt about sex the same way she felt about education: just as anyone under her care or command should be free to study mathematics, art, or learn a new language so to should they be encouraged to practice footplay, boobie ****, or gangbangs if these are things they are curious about.

After his time with Dean Power, Ryan felt a little more aware of what was pulling him and the best analogy he could think of it was a smell. The one he followed now was simultaneously an irresistibly enchanting and delectable aroma, combined with a revoltingly atrocious noxious odor. In his mind it was akin to a perfectly marbled, seasoned, smoked, and cooked rack of thick and juicy beef ribs that were then smothered in the most stomach churning and vile barbecue sauce ever. The scent was both glorious and offensive but he felt he might be able to eliminate the offensive parts and that is why he followed it to the stunningly beautiful Latina nun that was its source.

The young woman was locally well known largely thanks to her exceptional beauty and former athletic achievements. She had a fine, fit body from years of high school and collegiate swimming, long and fine dark hair that any woman would envy but what truly made her stand out was her perfectly maintained, impossibly smooth and flawless skin. Since she had joined the convent Camila of course didn’t show nearly as much of it as she did when she was younger, but from the little she showed the public it appeared to be the same silky, smooth, caramel-colored treasure that it always was. To those closest to her at the church she referred to her skincare regiment as her, “lone vanity,” and claimed it humbled her as her devotion to it was a reminder that she was still just a flawed sinner no better than the ones coming to her for guidance. The rest of the church didn’t scold her too much for it as they saw a little bit of pride in a girl still in her mid-twenties as perfectly normal even for a nun so if the young woman wished to spend a little bit more time moisturizing, they saw no reason to make a great deal of it.

Ryan smiled as he approached the young lady who was doing some small maintenance work around the building to ensure everything continued to look welcoming to any possible visitors that might stroll in seeking council. As Ryan entered the church he saw the young woman walking toward the confessional booth to do some light cleaning. As she walked past and Ryan realized where she was going, he smiled and slowly approached the woman from behind and snuck into the confessional as she bent over to check the small wastepaper basket. Ryan intended to try some light teasing, hoping that when she turned around and saw him, it would startle the girl a little bit but unfortunately his smell gave him away first. She was uncomfortably scrunching her nose and sniffing the air before Ryan even actually entered the tabernacle so when she turned around and realized she wasn’t alone in the small room, she wasn’t significantly surprised. The only thing that upset her at all was how close Ryan was standing. The idea of standing this close to an unknown man in such a small room was making Camila extremely uneasy. More than anything though she just wanted to get away from the smell and was looking for an excuse. Luckily thinking of one wasn’t difficult considering where they were standing.

“Oh! Oh, sorry sir. I didn’t realize anyone was here. Would you like to make a confession? If so just wait here or in the pews, I can run a...”

The young lady’s escape was cut short though as Ryan quickly snapped the door shut and gave his best attempt at a loving, fatherly smile as he walked closer. Whatever it was about this odor that permeated his body and clothing, after two hookups with three people, it was likely that it was somehow responsible. So letting the woman experience it as powerfully as possible seemed like a way to get what he craved. The woman looked like she was going to scream for a moment but as she breathed in deeply to shout, she began coughing instead. Perhaps the quick intake of breath of breath had caused her to also absorb more of the fumes emanating from Ryan’s body. If that was the case, it would explain the placid smile that overcame her face when the coughs stopped. She looked up at him instead with a large grin. She began to feel a warming sensation in her pussy that hadn't happened much for Camila since joining the Lord's service. Even though she had been told it was wrong and sinful, for some reason she felt she needed to welcome it and listen to what this man had to say.

“No my dear, I am not here to seek confession from any of the people who run this facility. In fact if anything I think I should be offering confession to them. The institution and so many of their sister organizations have corrupted the mind of so many for so long, trying to make them deny who they are and cause humans to deny their debaucherous natures.”

Saying this he put his hands on the nun’s habit and mercilessly tore it in half leaving her nude. Rather than causing alarm in the woman, Carmela just smiled her warmest and friendliest of smiles. A smile that didn’t flap in the slightest when Ryan dropped his pants to the floor and began to masturbate while continuing his speech.

“And you my dear unfortunately have become one of this town’s worst offenders recently. This church has a class and private sessions of recent high school graduates. For those that have recently reached eighteen years of age, and their parents are concerned that their children may begin engaging in sexual activities, you are among the staff members that encouraged abstinence.”

As Ryan continued to speak he moved a little bit and stepped up onto the chair so the prick he was stroking was now almost even with the girl’s head. “Just as their chances to experience adulthood had begun to flower, you and the rest of this vile facility did all within your power to make it wilt and die. But you can be forgiven if you ware willing to accept my blessing and forgiveness. Do you accept the blessing I am about to bestow?”

With a smile and a lick of her upper lip as she started at the tip of the dick, slightly bobbing up and down as it was stroked inches away from her face. “Of course father. Please father, give me your cum and set me straight.”

“That I shall do child, that I shall do.” And as Camila retained the same warm and friendly smile, the penis in front of her began to erupt and send several streams of hot, white fluid onto her perfect, caramel, porcelain-like skin and try as she might, Camila couldn’t completely remain still and her face did change in expression as she began to have a fairly strong orgasm of her own without even being fondled or stimulated. It was the idea of her perfect skin, something so clean and cared for, something that she had protected and cherished for so long, suddenly being covered in a river of filth and slime that caused her to cum. It was like someone throwing a glass jar of ketchup on a priceless painting. It was horse dung dropped onto an ancient Greek statue. It was the corruption and ruination of a lifetime of work. That’s what made the facial creampie she had just experienced so exhilarating. Taking the pure and pristine, turning it into something contemptable was a thrill that Camila had never experienced before today but now relished in as it was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced. If somebody saw a picture of this moment in the future, Camila wearing the type of warm and inviting smile someone would have upon greeting a beloved family member, while semen rolled down her face, they would assume that something was wrong with the picture. That it had gotten messed up somehow. And the idea of being the living embodiment of that idea made her pussy drip like she never thought possible. For that moment she was the walking embodiment of despoiled perfection and she loved it.

While the first time Ryan sprayed Camilla with his filthy seed, the girl didn’t cum again with the second load of cum that Ryan fired upon her, this time aiming at her chest. Seeing that Ryan stepped down from the chair, grabbed one of Camila’s hands and held it in between the two of them. “Looks like you’re going to need to use this if you want to finish the job this time. Assuming you don’t mind getting your delicate, clean, perfect hands dirty of course.”

Camila laughed at the notion of trying to avoid filth as she reached down and began to rub herself. As she did that Ryan resumed his task of masturbating and firing shot after shot upon the woman’s body. The time Ryan had with Camila didn’t go on for nearly as long as his previous times because as her skin became dirtier and filthier, the joy she got from each bukkake blast was reduced. Around the sixth time Ryan came upon her body her lack of a pleasure-rush was weak enough that she began to become upset. So caught up in the lust that was clouding her mind that she couldn’t realize the obvious solution and looked at Ryan for an answer and asked why it didn’t feel as good anymore and if she could do something to bring it back.

“That’s easy. You got off by ruining your perfect skin so you just need to clean up first to begin the defilement all over again.” Which was the correct answer. Problem was it wasn’t Ryan who gave it and the advice was coming from the small room adjoining the confessional that he and Camila were using.

Ryan was a bit worried and swore inwardly at himself realizing he may have exposed himself and made a huge error. He had just assumed that the other room would be empty and was too horny and anxious for his next conquest to make sure everything was safe. Camila broke the silence on their side first. “Priest Desmond? Is that you?”

“Yes Camila, it is me. Now if you still want to get one more orgasm in before sneaking to the baths, that ass of yours still looks far too clean for my liking. Do you think the two of you can do something about that? I’m pretty close to another release and it would be a shame to stop the show now.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Ryan sighed inwardly out of pure relief. Whatever this odor did to people had gotten to the priest apparently before he ran off and called the police or whatever. As far as Ryan was concerned he was just bailed out by pure dumb luck. But of course since he had been bailed out, he wasn’t going to take second chances by making sure the forces effecting the priest’s mind wore off any time soon so spending a little more time performing for his pleasure and to give him what he asked for was something Ryan was willing to do.

“He’s right, that ass of yours is an absolute masterpiece. Let me see how dirty we can make it.” Camila took a couple seconds longer to come to terms with being caught. She had largely bought into what Ryan had said so she didn’t value her standing in the church all that much any more but she did realize that if hadn’t been the secret pervert that she was, it could have meant getting kicked out on the street with no place to go. She had no idea who the guy cumming on her was or if he was reliable for anything other than the infinitely full testicles he seemed to possess. The possibility of homelessness was still upsetting to the woman.

“And don’t forget you teach those classes with all those fresh 18 year olds. Imagine how many virgins are in that group. All the purities you can ruin by being the slut that pops their cherries.” Ryan whispered to Camila who immediately began getting horny again at the thought. As Ryan began working on his dick again, two fingers entered Camila’s pussy and she began to thrust in and out of herself.

“Make that ass good and filthy just like the rest of that whore’s body,” Priest Desmond chimed in as the couple went back to it. Ryan began to wonder if the initial bathing advice he gave was an accident and just speaking aloud had been blurting out unintentionally because now that they were aware of his presence, the man seemed to enjoy cheering their mutual masturbation sessions on. He just kept encouraging Camila to take and Ryan to give it until Ryan did at last spray a final good load on the woman’s ass cheeks and another spot of flawless skin being grimed up causing another explosive wave of pleasure in the woman as she came once more.

After that Ryan got dressed while Pastor Desmond decided to leave his private room and open the door to have a good, up close look at the jizz-soaked nun he was supposed to be in charge of.

“Something tells me that if one of the sister’s catch you walking to your room or the bath like this there could be some uncomfortable questions and I’d hate to see that happen. It seems we could have so much more fun together if I can keep you around for a bit. Would you enjoy that?” Camila nodded her head quietly and the priest smiled. “Excellent. Then I shall tell a couple of the sisters a little white lie and provide you with a clear path to the baths so you can get cleaned up. Just wait in here until I come and get you.”

He picked up her torn habit that was lying in the corner and was still somehow mostly clean before he walked away. He wandered a bit until he found one of the few other nuns and asked for her attention. "Sister Abagail? Can I have a moment of your time?" The nun approached and waited for him to start talking. "I have just spent a considerable amount of time in the confessional consoling Sister Camila. Apparently she was taking a stroll in the the garden and had a bit of an accident." The older nun began to look concerned so Desmond put her mind at ease right away. "She isn't hurt. Physically she is fine. Her habit on the other hand is a little, umm, well..." He held up the habit that Ryan had torn in half.

"So the young lady wanted to ask a favor of me and the rest of the church. Would it be possible to provide a clean change in the bath and vacate the hallways for a few minutes to preserve the young ladies, umm, modesty as she passed through the halls?" The nun he spoke to quickly agreed so Desmond smiled, "Excellent then I shall guard the door to ensure nobody enters while the young lady is still in the main hall. Thank you." As the priest walked back to the main hall he gave Camila a big smile as his erection grew once again. There was something so hot about all this. Sneaking around and watching others and lying to keep what happened hidden from the rest of the church. It was so appealing. Deceit connected sex was just so much fun. He looked forward to helping Camila get away with a lot more and taking advantage of the trust those around had in him.

Camila left the room once the safety signal had been given and Ryan said he would be in touch. Before leaving the church though with one quick leap he jumped up on top of the confessional room. There wasn’t a whole lot of room between the room and the roof plus the roof was rather tall so Ryan could do little more than crawl. The dust up there made it clear that this area didn’t get cleaned very often which was exactly what Ryan was hoping to see as he tossed one of his sex-serum soaked garments up there in the corner. With few options he decided to make it his shirt.

That done he dropped down to the floor and headed out the door after a few words with Pastor Desmond. Finally after two days Ryan was ready to actually go home.