Turn the OTHER Cheek

I scribbled out all those passages which condemned premarital sex and adultery. Casual sex would no longer be sinful. Instead, it would be celebrated and a sacred duty onto God. For example:

“But I say to you women, Love your friends and enemies, do good to those who lay inside of you, bless those who fuck you, pray for those who use you sexually. To one who rubs his testicles against your cheek, offer the other also.”

Would this really work? How can I test it out without getting beat with a stick?

I went to the pantry to grab a basket of potatoes and brought them to the kitchen. Sister Elizabeth was in the kitchen chopping vegetables and putting them into a pot. Sister Elizabeth was a mildly attractive lady in her 30s. She had a bit of a long face and sad grey eyes and a slender frame. If I were to grope her “cheeks,” she would no doubt slap me but not raise too much of a fuss. I had to test it out.

“Michael. Did you get those potatoes from the pantry?” Sister Elizabeth asked, recognizing my steps and not bothering to look up from her kitchen duties.

“Right here, Sister Elizabeth,” I said, placing them on the kitchen table. I stood behind her and watched her cut some lardons of bacon.

I rubbed my chin and thought the best way to approach this. I would rub her backside and say I was getting some dirt off it or an insect landed on it.

I placed my palms on one of her butt cheeks and left it there. I winced in anticipation of being swatted at. Nothing happened. I glided my hands up and down her backside. She didn’t have much meat on her bones, but I admired her backside all the same. I hiked up her skirt to reveal her wool nighties. She didn’t reply to it and just kept on cutting the vegetables.

Sister Elizabeth went towards the potato basket and grabbed them and washed them. She brought them back to the kitchen table and pared them, peeling away at the skin. I would test it out further. I pulled down her nighties and sniffed them. No reaction. She finally spoke, “Michael, make this quick. Sister Caroline will be awfully vexed at us if we don’t finish this stew in time for the midday meal.”

Make it quick? She can’t mean…

I wetted my two of my fingers with my mouth and prodded them on Sister Elizabeth’s pussylips. My fingers slid up and down her slit and wet her crotch with my saliva. I grasp some of her pubic hair with my fingertips. My fingers delved inside of her and pushed in and out of her, my fingertips shoving in and digging out her warmth and wetness. I could feel Sister Elizabeth’s legs shivering and quaking with my fingers prodding her meat pie.

So far, so good. No slap on the face or yelling.

Let’s take this a step further. I got up and pulled down my trousers. I had already grown hard from my first test and spread her tight cunt wide opened. My dick probed the opening and slowly disappeared in Sister Elizabeth’s cunt. Her womb had felt hot and wet, her ass wasn’t as ample as I had like, but I groped on them and used them to push myself inside of her.

“Umph,” Sister Elizabeth panted. “You are quite big, Michael. Give me some time for my tight cunt to make it easier for you, child.”

Tight cunt? I would have never in a million years had expected such foul and lewd language from Sister Elizabeth. But sex is casual now, so it would be like just mentioning the weather.

Sister Elizabeth’s womb tightened and gripped on my cock as I quickened my pace inside of her. She now could no longer focus on cutting the food in front of her and gripped the table. Her fingers were clenched on it and had her eyes closed and heads bent up. I could hear her praying softly as I smashed into her, banging her buttocks with my hips collision into her.

“Lord in heaven, please help me take this dick as you intended in your holy book.” Sister Elizabeth paused and gritted her teeth as I banged into her harder. I grimaced and poured my full weight into her body, smashing my dick against the walls of her womb. “OH GOOD HEAVENS. Lord, I beg thee to help me through this cock. I can feel both heaven and hell at this moment.”

I was only feeling heaven. I was panting and sweating over her. I was fervently trying to bury my dick into her like a dog burying away a bone. I could feel my dick keep expanding and expanding as it would burst like a sausage fed with too much meat. Her wet insides had covered every inch of the shaft with her juices and my precum. My cock was filling her womb with cream and filth.

“RRGGG GOD YOUR INSIDES IS SO TIGHT!” I grunted.

“Oh lord, I pray to thee that you would forgive me for how good this feels. It feels so sinful, but I am only fulfilling your wishes. Oh GOD. OH GOD. OH GOD!” Sister Elizabeth prayed and kept repeating “OH GODS,” as I felt close.

I was now rocking in long and deep strokes into her as I felt the heat from within explode out and fill her womb with my holy seed to the brim. As I poured into her, the whiteness seeped out of her and lining my cock as I kept thrusting and squeezing out every drop. I collapse over her and kept my softening dick in her, her pussy’s lips were firmly clenched to the base of my cock as we both tried to recover from the sexual onslaught. I finally plopped it out of there, and some of the whiteness poured out with my soft flesh. I fetched a bucket of water afterward and cleaned myself. Sister Elizabeth took a damp rag and cleaned the outside of her sex but did not bother digging out my seed.

I wandered back into my room towards the magic book and hugged it.

“Lord thank thee for this gift! I will use it well,” I said and clenched it close to my body.

I opened it again to think of new ways of having more mischief.