Anal For Jesus

Anal For Jesus: A Profane Clerical Exploit

As the morning light crept through the stained glass windows, casting colorful hues upon the altar, Father Thomas prepared for mass. But today, something felt…different. An unholy itch stirred within him, a carnal hunger that gnawed at his vows of chastity. He brushed it aside, focusing instead on the responsibilities of his holy office.

The church filled with his parishioners, their faces pious, their eyes downcast. Among them was Betty, the raven-haired temptress who always sat in the front pew, her skirt riding up to reveal the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Today, she wore her Catholic schoolgirl uniform, the pleated skirt falling scandalously short.

As Father Thomas droned on about the virtues of faith and purity, his gaze kept drifting to Betty’s lithe form. The way her blouse strained against her ample bosom as she shifted in the pew, the tantalizing expanse of her legs as she crossed them demurely. His loins stirred, his mind filling with sinful thoughts.

The mass concluded, and the congregation filed out, leaving Father Thomas alone with his forbidden desires. Betty lingered, approaching him with a coy smile. “Father, I’ve been thinking,” she purred, “about the nature of temptation. The burden of temptation. Maybe you could help me understand?”

Thomas gulped, his mouth suddenly dry. “Of course, my child. The confessional is always open.”

Betty led him to the sacristy, her hips swaying seductively. Once inside, she spun around, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Father, I’ve sinned. Terrible, carnal sins. But I want to atone.” With that, she slid her uniform off, revealing her nakedness beneath.

Thomas’s jaw dropped. Before him stood temptation incarnate, her alabaster skin smooth and unblemished, her breasts full and ripe, her sex glistening with desire. “My child!” he gasped. “This is a house of God!”

Betty smirked. “Isn’t that the point? To prove your devotion?” She sauntered forward, pressing herself against him. “Father, take me. Take me now, right here in the Lord’s house. Punish me for my sins.”

Thomas’s resolve crumbled. He seized her, his hands roaming her body, his mouth latching onto her neck. “Wicked girl,” he growled. “You leave me no choice.”

He bent her over the sacristy table, hiking up her skirt. Her ass was a perfect, round peel, begging to be devoured. He sank to his knees, burying his face between her cheeks. She tasted of sin and sanctity, her forbidden flesh driving him wild.

Betty moaned, writhing against his tongue. “Yes, Father. Taste me. Make me clean.” Her words were like a drug, sending waves of lust crashing through him.

He couldn’t hold back. Throwing caution to the wind, he stood, freeing his throbbing cock. Betty’s eyes widened as she saw his shaft, red and angry, weeping with need. “Oh, Father,” she breathed. “So big. So…holy.”

Without preamble, he plunged into her ass, breaking her anal hymen with a single, brutal thrust. Betty screamed, a mix of pain and pleasure, as he began to fuck her savagely. “Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me, Father! Claim my ass for the Lord!”

He pistoned into her, grunting with exertion, the table squeaking beneath them. The sacristy filled with the sounds of their wicked coupling, the slap of flesh on flesh, Betty’s wanton moans, Thomas’s primal growls.

Thomas pounded her until she was a mewling, quivering mess, her ass stretched deliciously around his cock. “I’m…I’m going to…” Betty panted, on the verge of climax. “Father, I’m cumming!”

Her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing, her ass clenching like a vice. That was enough to push Thomas over the edge. With a roar of release, he filled her with his seed, baptizing her in his holy essence.

They collapsed together, satiated and spent, the sacristy echoing with their labored breaths. Then, Betty pulled away, Thomas’s cum dribbling from her well-used hole. She gathered her clothes and began to dress, a smirk playing on her lips. “Thank you, Father,” she said coyly. “I feel so much more chaste now.”

She sauntered out, leaving Thomas slumped over the table, his head spinning, his faith shaken. What had he done? He had fallen, hard, into the temptation that had haunted him. He had fucked a parishioner in the very house of God.

But as he stood there, surrounded by the trappings of his holy office, he realized that he didn’t regret it. Not really. Maybe this was his new path, his new calling. The road of carnal pleasures, of forbidden fruits. Maybe, just maybe, this was his true religion.

And with that, life would never be the same for Father Thomas. The church would become his playground, his congregation his unwitting supplicants. And Betty? She would be his first, his temple maiden, the one who had led him down this path of sin and salvation.

The end.

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