Year 1880… a time of various wonders and changes. Steam engines, terrible weapons, unrest in every corner of Europe … And only our convent seemed to be the mainstay of what was known. Our convent… shut down, cut off from others, where those who passed the gate stayed here
already. Those who were leaving, left only in the coffin. Everything seemed so peaceful …
All trade, meetings with others took place only in two places. At the main gate of the monastery and in a side alley. They also received gifts brought by a sister serving in one of the nearby collegiate churches. Young, pretty, with a rounder face and clearly defined hips, even in her robes. I was also her confessor, which she used eagerly when she came with a basket of bread, vegetables and wine. When I looked at her, sinful thoughts always wandered through my mind.
One time she came late in the evening and asked to see me. I was getting ready to go to sleep, but when I heard that it was about her, I went downstairs. I stood in front of the gate, my hands sinking into my sleeves.
“Father, I need a confession,” she was looking at me with those big, teary eyes. Ruddy cheeks showed that she was crying or about to cry.
– Speak … speak child – I sat down on the step next to him – confess your sins.
– I … – she bit her lip – I sin all the time.
– We all sin, my child.
“But they think … lewd thought … and deed.”
– By deed? – I looked at her. I watched the pink flush of shame bloom on her face.
– Yes … I entered among the sisters, loving our lord and his work, but … I cannot resist the lusts of the flesh…
– How long have you been struggling with this? And how does it look like?
“This… it started about two months ago. It gained strength, because … Father, it had happened to me before …
– And you did not confess? – I felt my body reacting equally lasciviously. An involuntary sinful thought stimulated my imagination, allowing the creation of images when this young nun gave herself to a man.
“No … I was ashamed and I know it made me sin even more … But I need help, Father.”
– You fornicated? I asked seriously.
“No,” she shook her head. “Just… just by my own touch.”
I watched her silently, pondering the repentance. I was looking at her sincere tears and at the same time the suffering that comes from the imperfections of the body.
“Get up, child,” I said firmly, and stood up myself, standing at the gate. She rose from her knees, wiping away the tears with the back of her hand – turn around.
Our eyes met. I could see the question written on her face, but also obedience. She turned slowly, glancing shyly over her shoulder, or at least as much as the monastic cornet would allow. I stood close to the gate, or leaned against it.
“It won’t be a penance,” I told her. “It… It will be help, child.”
She said nothing, and I just raised my robe first, revealing the most sinful part of my body, and then grabbed the fabric of her habit.
“You must remain a virgin,” I said, feeling excited as I uncovered her legs, thighs … peach-round ass at last.
“We’ll find a solution for that,” I spat profusely on my mace and ran it between her buttocks. I felt it caught on the hole … but not the womb, but the other, more sinful hole … Yes, it was the best solution.
I walked in in one strong move, and she whimpered. I corrected the thrust and entered more forcefully. I grabbed her in the crease between her hips, abdomen and jerked her as I pressed against her body. She gripped the bars at the back and began to sigh spasmodically. It was incredibly tight. Tight and hot. I was doing her a favour by indulging her in lust while fulfilling my sinful dreams as well. The gate chattered softly as I pulled her against me, she barely held her voice in check.
“Father, father …” she gasped. I abstained with the next move – A moment, please …
We stood there… I was half immersed in it, and she, holding on to the bars, hung slightly, leaning forward. Finally, she lifted one leg first and rested it on the transverse bar. She immediately did the same with the other. I felt myself settle more comfortably between the appetizing curves.
“Now …” She looked at me, and I made further efforts. I held her tightly by the ample breasts and penetrated her anus strongly, reaching its deepest recesses. In my ears I heard the sweet voice of a girl of no more than 20 years of age who felt a man’s touch for the first time. In the darkness of the night in the alley between the walls of the convent and tenement houses, we bent God’s laws so as not to think about sin anymore. Until fulfilment. Until my sperm stayed in her. Until the juices spurted profusely on the pavement from her body.
