Chapter 21 - Eleanor

 Days away from high school were a treat Luke rarely got to enjoy, so he was going to make the most of it even if that meant spending the day with his mother. 

 Though the one place he hadn’t expected they would end up in was church. “Look at that, isn’t it lovely?” his mother asked, pointing towards a mural of an angel.

“I guess so…” he said without much emotion. 

 Actually, his eyes went up to the woman he couldn’t identify painted just above the angel. Her head was shrouded, but something about her plump lips and light blue eyes made his dick stir. 

 Though he had lost his virginity already and was by no means desperate, being eighteen still left him so horny that it was difficult to think about anything else except sex. Other guys spent their time worrying about the future, or even thinking about geopolitical issues or scientific problems they were hoping to solve later down the line in their upcoming careers.

 All Luke could ponder was what hole was he going to stick it into next.

“Luke!” said Mom, and bumped into him again. “Are you even listening to me?” 

 Looking at her, he could see his reflection in her massive pair of sunglasses. “Yes, Mom, I’m listening.”

 Though she was elegantly dressed and rather restrained given her tendencies, nothing could have hidden the big tits under her coat. All the men in the family had always chased busty women and his father had been no different. His older sisters were, somehow, even bigger than his mother’s - simply massive. I miss her, thought Luke, though he was only picturing the way she showed up in the morning for breakfast wearing tank tops and loose shorts. 

 His mother clicked her tongue with annoyance and averted her gaze. “What am I going to do with you? You don’t pay attention. Your teachers have told me that too, you know. I’m going to make an appointment to take you to Dr. Shapiro again. There’s something deeply wrong with you.”

“Mom, I’m not sick! I’m just…” 

 As the two entered a combative discussion down the aisle of the church, a priest approached them slowly and waited until the two came to notice him. 

“I won’t hear it!” his mother said, then sighed and looked away, only then noticing the small old man standing next to her. “Oh, Father!… I’m so sorry.” 

“Do not worry, my child, I did not wish to interrupt. Is something wrong?”

 Luke watched as his mother finally lifted her sunglasses and let her piercing green eyes fall over him. “It’s this boy, Father. He’s a troublemaker.” 

“Is that right?” The old man raised a gnarled hand and put it down heavily on Luke’s shoulder. “Is it true, son? Are you giving your mother problems?”

 Luke gazed into the old eyes and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe? I don’t really care.”

“You see what I’m dealing with, Father?”

 The priest nodded sagely. “It’s a shame to treat a woman of her caliber in such a way. A beauty like her requires special care. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

 The mother giggled and blushed, looking away. “Oh, Father. If only some of your charm could rub off on him.”

 Luke, however, was dismayed with what he was hearing. Woman of her caliber? Beauty? Sweetheart? What the hell is he saying? Did priests normally talk this way about their flock? Luke hadn’t been to church enough to tell. 

 Suddenly the old hand left his shoulder and jumped opposite to his mother’s instead. “There, there,” said the priest, consoling her with a few pats. “Don’t worry, a lot of teenage boys can be difficult.”

“He’s a man now, not a boy. I’m expecting him to behave.”

 The priest smiled warmly and moved his hand to her back. “As you know, some boys find it difficult to adjust to the changes of maturity. I was one such young man myself.” As he spoke, the hand drifted down her back with slow, gentle strokes, going further down each time until the fingers were close to touching the round curve of her ass.

 Witnessing this, Luke froze in place and waited for a reaction from his mother. However, the busty middle-aged beauty didn’t even blink or acknowledge she was being perved on, let alone complain about it to the priest. 

 As they began to talk in earnest about her personal life, the old man’s liver-spotted hand became more daring with each passing second. The fingers not only went over her ass as he comforted her, but came to settle over it. 

 As the woman finished a long speech about her difficulty in talking to her son, the priest nodded again, but then disregarded everything and instead followed it up with: “You know, I must say, your husband is a very lucky man.” 

“Oh~ Thank you, Father. You’re very kind.” 

 The priest went ahead and put a second hand on her body, this time on her stomach. “And you’re so in shape, too. I can almost feel the muscles here.”

“Having children isn’t a reason to become a slob.” 

 The old man grinned and raised the hand all the way up to her chest. “Though I can see it’s brought some benefits. Your husband’s needs have been well-provided for.”

 Luke gulped and tried not to get hard at the unseemly sight of this perverted old fucker touchign his mother as if she were some common slut. Didn’t he know who she was? Who she was married to? Who her parents were? He didn’t seem to care…

 Why isn’t she saying anything? Luke kept wondering, not understanding his mother’s silence. The girls at school accepted guys perving on them, but even they just got annoyed and bored with fighting back. 

 The priest moved behind his mother and put his arms around her, squeezing her against him. “Perhaps I can try to tend to your spiritual needs today, my child. What do you say?”

 The woman raised her brows, impressed. “Really, Father? That would mean the world to me. But I have Luke here to look after…” 

 The old man shook his head happily. “That’s not an issue. I can leave him in good care while I take care of you.” 

 Out of nowhere, the priest snapped his fingers and whistled as if he were on the streets calling a cab. “Eleanor! Where have you gone, girl? Eleanor, you’re needed!” 

 Luke looked towards the pulpit but could see no one. Is he losing it?  

 Then, after a while, a new figure emerged from one of the back rooms. A nun with an incredibly pale, almost ivory face, and deep set blue eyes. As she got closer Luke could see a single lost strand of black hair dangling across her cheek, escaping her headpiece. But what was most impressive was her body - the robe was so tight that the bra she wore showed cleanly through the fabric, and her cowtits were magnificently huge despite her slender waist. And though the nun’s robe went all the way down past her feet, Luke was certain he could hear the sound of heels echoing over the marmoreal floor as she came to stand next to them.

 The expression on her face, however, was anything but happy. Really, there wasn’t much of an expression at all. More like the plastic face of a mannequin. 

“Eleanor, I would like you to watch after young Luke over here as I go take care of his mother.” 

“Will you be taking care of her for a long time?” asked Eleanor coolly.

“As long as it takes,” he said, annoyed. “Why? Are you busy?”

“Extremely busy. I’ve been staring at the wall in contemplation for the last half hour.”

“Perfect. Well, sweetheart, let’s go then. Don’t worry, she’ll take good care of him.” 

 As the priest took his mother away, she turned and raised a finger at Luke. “Be good!” she ordered, barely caring about the skeletal fingers that gripped her fat ass and moved her forwards. 

 Luke gulped, unsure of how exactly that old man was planning to take care of his mother.

“Well then,” said Eleanor. “I suppose you’ll want me to see to keep you entertained?” 

 From the comfort of his bed, he might have fantasized about being left alone with a hot girl like this and then putting the moves on her. But standing next to her now, he was feeling oddly helpless. The priest had called her to babysit him, but Eleanor couldn’t have been much older.

“Are you in school?” she asked.

“Yes…” Luke raised his brows quizzically. “Are you?”

“No, I quit. It was much too fun.”

“How old are you now?”

“Twenty-five.” 

 As soon as she gave her answer she began to move towards the front of the church and Luke followed after her, certain this time that it was her heels that made the sound before. What kind of a nun wears heels? 

 Given that it was just before noon on a Thursday, the church was largely empty. Eleanor stopped at the pew right up front and gestured Luke to sit. As he slit onto the cool wood of the bench, he noticed somebody had forgotten a book there. Not just any book, but some adult erotica by the looks of it. On the cover was a young girl with huge tits struggling to cover them up, with a golden cross dangling between them, while several older men, clearly Muslim by the look of them, were caressing her arms and playing with her hair, grinning evilly as they got ready for more. A NUN UNDER STAR AND CRESCENT, said the cover.

“I think somebody forgot this…” said Luke, noticing the bookmark. The person that left it there was almost through with the book despite it being a doorstopper. And who was crazy enough to read such a thing in church? Not just erotica but heretical stuff at that…

 Eleanor glanced over at it. “No, I left it there on purpose.” 

 Luke almost wasn’t sure what to say. Her face betrayed no emotion at all. The blue eyes just stared at him from under long lashes. “R-Really?” he blurted.

“Of course. I would definitely read smut like that and leave it there for all to see. It’s definitely not some guy that comes in and purposefully leaves them there to screw with us. No, not at all, I just enjoy reading works that seek to humiliate me and what I’ve dedicated my life to. ”

 Luke couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or not. She probably was, but… “Are you joking?”

“Why would I be joking?” she asked, very seriously. “I bet that’s what you think I’m here for. Just a silly girl in a silly outfit for you to abuse however you want. You think nuns are here just to satisfy the urges of any man that comes through those doors, is that right?”

 Panicking and worried any wrong answer might get him into real trouble, he lifted his arms in surrender. “Not at all! Not at all! I’m very respectful. Super respectful.” 

“Is that why you keep staring at my chest? Because you’re respectful. Go ahead, I don’t mind. Really. Why would I mind one of the faithful treating me like a piece of meat? This is what I signed up for after all. That’s why I cover up my entire body in cloth, to draw your attention to it.”

 Luke could feel his cock throbbing wildly and closed his eyes. He lowered his head and sighed. “I can’t tell if you’re serious or not, I’m sorry…” 

“Weighing on your conscience, is it? When’s the last time you confessed, child?”

 Being called a child by a girl that was hardly any older than he was seemed condescending. “Never!” he responded a little too harshly.

“Well, I would offer the service to you, but you have to wait for the Father. I’m afraid nuns can’t take away sins, they can only be used for sinning.” 

 Though he wanted to behave, Luke’s eyes were drawn back to her chest again and again, even as she condescendingly looked down at him with her icy eyes. “Sorry…” 

“As I said, that’s fine. Please stare at me all you want, that’s what I’m here for. Only the priests here are of any real use. The nuns don’t matter. We’re just here for eye candy so that the husbands actually attend with their wives. What good would a nun be if her body couldn’t be used by a good Christian man in need?” 

 Her words were absurd, or at least they sounded that way, but Luke was starting to wonder if perhaps they stumbled into a strange church or if his knowledge of the teachings was limited and filtered through the view of his super political correct schooling, because what she said did sound correct. Why would a normal guy want to come to church if not to see some hot nuns going around? And men that didn’t get sex could be desperate and dangerous, so why not tend to their needs? It made sense…

“I wasn’t taught much of this in school,” he admitted. “We’re not very religious.”

“Oh, is that so? You weren’t taught that nuns have no individuality once they give up their lives to serve? That they become the playthings of men to be used and abused at a whim? It’s very surprising they didn’t teach you something like that. It’s so essential.”

 Luke looked at her tits again and laughed, though he was so aroused that he bit his lip and shivered. “Yeah. If I knew about this earlier, then…” 

 Eleanor’s big blue eyes opened. “Then what?”

“Then… I’d have lost my virginity a lot earlier. I guess I’m a bad guy.” 

“You’re growing up to be quite the sex pest, aren’t you?”

“It’s mostly thoughts.”

“Yes, you confess those. I think you really are in need of confession…” said Eleanor thoughtfully. She spared a glance over her shoulder at the entrance then looked back to the empty pulpit. “Well, it’s not like I have anything better to do. And it’s not like there’s much hope for you, either. Come, let’s go. I’ll try to absolve you today.” 

 Luke got up after her and followed her to the confessional with a pounding heart. This was the first time he had ever been asked to do such a thing and he wasn’t even sure how it worked. He sat down in the stall and drew the drape around the doorway while Eleanor entered on the other side. Between them was a latticework piece of wood, through which he could see her very clearly. Though as Eleanor entered, Luke noticed that she did not sit, but knelt. 

“Uh…” said Luke. “So what now?” 

 Eleanor looked up at him through the latticework window with a faint smile. “Now you will confess whatever is on your mind. I assume there’s quite a bit.” 

 Luke wasn’t sure where to begin. He had always felt guilty for being so horny all the time and so obsessed with sex. He had been so good and so normal as a young child. Then he hit puberty, and bam, it had all come crashing down. Ever since it took less than five minutes from him to drift from any concentrated though back into thinking about sex.

“I’m… I think about sex a lot.”

“Tell me about them.”

 Luke blushed and smiled stupidly, then covered his face. “Oh, I can’t. Eleanor, sorry, but…” 

“Look, I know a guy your age isn’t innocent. Trust me, I’ve experienced far worse than anything you have to say. And it’s not enough to come in here and just be vague. You need to be specific. Don’t worry, I’ve heard the worse version of whatever you’re going to say. So out with it, and be quick about it. I’ll absolve you afterwards no matter what it is.” 

 Luke told her how he felt about women. That he genuinely did see many of them as being lesser, even though that wasn’t what he was taught and he knew his mother and sister disapproved of that kind of thing. But every experience he had just strengthened those beliefs. When he saw a pretty girl he didn’t think about asking her out or taking her on a nice date, he thought about casually groping her without so much as asking permission while the bitch stood quiet and endured it. 

 Breathless, he ended his confession with: “ I like it when women know their place. Guys that treat them as equals are just stupid… I’ve spent more time with my mom and my sister than with my dad and they’re… they’re… they’re just not the same. They might talk but all it takes is one strong man to silence them and make them question everything. They’re made to serve us.”

 He fell silent right after, aware that he might have said too much or gone too far. Just saying it all out loud made him so hard that he pressed his legs together eagerly, hoping he could get out quickly and jerk himself off. 

“I can see you’ve thought about this a lot,” said Eleanor. “About how inferior we are. How dumb and weak we are.”

 Luke was fearful that might get to his mother somehow. “I didn’t mean it like that…”

“No, no, I agree with you, of course,” said Eleanor with a faint smile. “What woman doesn’t wake up and look in the mirror and think that she’s intrinsically inferior to any man? I’m sure even those gifted supermodels with genius-level IQs would feel honored to drop to their knees and suck off some smelly old bum at a street corner. After all, that’s all we’re good for, us women.” 

 The tone she took was so serious and sincere that Luke could not help but get pulled in by it. “Well, not all you’re good for… but mostly.” 

“And you’re so smart, so good. You’ve achieved so much in your eighteen years and your - what was it? - four years of high school? You’re clearly superior to me. I felt it since I saw you out there. All I could think of was, ‘I wonder how I could humiliate myself for the sake of this nerdy loser and his goofy clown of a mother?’ All I really want is to make you happy.”

 Nerdy loser? That was uncalled for. “I’m not that nerdy…” said Luke defensively.   

“Either way, I deserve to be treated in whatever way you can think of, don’t I? I bet you think a body like this deserves to be touched. Every other guy that’s come through here thought so.”

 Luke’s eyes wandered over the dark fabric covering up her body that became distinctly taut around the area of her breasts. All he could think of was all those old men that he always saw walking towards church. Or even that priest that was now with his mom, there was no way that pervert would’ve been reluctant to touch such a beauty.

“Are you saying you let them… touch you?” 

 Eleanor smiled coldly. “Of course I did. You think I have the basic self-respect to tell someone off when they’re harassing one of Christ’s maidens in a church? No, no, I welcome it of course. I am that kind of woman. I like to be assaulted by strangers and touched all over though I’ve dedicated myself to the Lord. I like them to pull on my headpiece and make fun of me being a nun. After all, it’s not like it’s holy or anything, right?”

 The tone was so condescending and sarcastic that Luke was certain she must have been fucking with him. But her actions left him feeling utterly confused. If she was just trying to make fun of him, then why did she bring him inside of the confessional? Why not straighten him properly with a slap or something else? She had even listened to his dirtiest fantasies without reluctance and Luke hadn’t even seen her blush, though other girls from school he had shared even vagaries of them with were completely disgusted. 

 Maybe she really is into it, he thought. Maybe she’s just shy. 

 Luke grabbed the latticework wood that separated them and tried to look into her eyes, but ended up looking at her tits again. Her lower body and midriff was small, but her chest was so big that she could barely fit in the stall. “Can I… touch those?”

“Who am I to stop you? It’s not like you should respect nuns or anything, right? Only priests deserve respect. I was born only to be used by you, isn’t that what the Bible says?”

 I don’t know what the Bible says, Luke wanted to confess. But rather than speak and God forbid say the wrong thing, he pushed his fingers through the latticework instead, extending them until the tips touched the undersides of her boobs.

 This was the straw that he thought would break her if she was just being sarcastic, and Luke immediately glanced at her for a reaction. But Eleanor only rolled her eyes and sighed without interest. “Go ahead, have your fun. How could we ever understand what doing good is if we don’t first succumb to sin?” 

 As his fingers moved along the obscene curves of her breasts, he could feel the hard fabric of her bra and searched for an opening to touch her breasts directly… All the while, his dick was getting so hard that unless he took it out of his pants, the tightness might have caused him to come by himself embarrassingly. 

 Eleanor noticed his heightened arousal and clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “This is why you’ve come to church then. You’re an addict.”

“No…”

“Guys are horny at all ages. You don’t need to be ashamed. After all, our dear Father here is the same and he’s in his sixties. So why should you ever feel embarrassed? Look.”

 Luke’s eyes followed her direction and noticed the draped fabric just below the latticework. His assumption had been that it was just there for decoration; but as he moved it aside Luke caught sight of what he knew was a gloryhole. 

“That’s for when the Holy Father gets a young girl and wants her to truly repent for her sins. After all, making poor innocent men attracted is definitely a sin we have to repent for by giving them sex, isn’t it?”

“Yes!” Luke blurted in agreement, even before he got a chance to think it through. 

 Eleanor rolled her eyes again. “No wonder the world is going to hell with people like you. Fine then, if this is what you want, slide it through. This is what confession is all about after all, isn’t it? Making use of a nun’s mouth to pleasure your cock?”

 Usually Luke was worried about taking his dick out even in changing rooms given its bafflingly-large size. Even without the touch of the nun, the monster was fully awoken and hardened down the entire length, with strong throbbing veins branching out across the steely rod. When he placed it into the hole and saw it slide through, he was relieved that the size wasn’t too much.

 Most girls reacted with surprise or disgust when they first saw how big he was, but Eleanor only clicked her tongue unhappily. “This one’s so big too. Does it never end?...” she muttered to herself. 

 Before he got a chance to say anything to her, the nun had dropped down on her knees and opened her mouth wide to receive him. This must have been something she had done countless times given the experienced way she handled it - totally unlike the girls he had been with before. So I guess she was for real, thought Luke with smiling enthusiasm. She really is a slut here to be used!

 There was no way for him to reach past the latticework and make a grab for her head, but the suction of her mouth was so powerful that his knees went weak as soon as she started. “Damn!...” whispered Luke. He closed his eyes and leaned panting against the wood separating them, watching the top of her head bob up and down and she did the work.

 All it took was a few minutes for him to get close. “You’re going to make me come…” he warned.

“And I suppose you want to blast your cum in my face? After all, you’re the one with all the rights, aren’t you?”

 Her mouth barely finished uttering the words when the first rope of jizz shot out and hit her across the face. Eleanor jumped and shut her eyes, then froze in place with her face closed-off as the seed kept raining down on her from the other side. 

 Luke knew it was a bit much and he was ashamed of how he was going to paint her in cum and ruin her outfit, but once he got going it was impossible to stop. He just groaned pleasure as the thick cum showered out of his monstrous cockhead down the nun’s beautiful face and holy garb.

 It ended after a few minutes. Eleanor wiped her eyes and opened them again, shocked to see that his big cock remained just as hard. “How is it still this erect?” she asked, sounding concerned for the first time. 

 He should’ve thanked her for her service. After all, no stranger ever sucked him off so politely before. But all he could imagine as he stared at her through the dividing wood was smashing it down to get to her big tits and the rest of her hot body.

 Eleanor blinked and smiled unhappily. “Don’t tell me you aren’t satisfied yet.” 

 Luke grinned. “It’s hard to ever get it to stop.”

“No wonder your mother brought you to church,” she mumbled, raising his dick in her fingers. “You are some sort of demon to deal with. And I suppose you’d like me to empty you out the whole way? Is that what you’re saying?”

 Was that really going too far? “It is your job, isn’t it? As a nun?”

 Eleanor raised an eyebrow as if she had been slapped. “Yes, of course, how could I forget that my main task is to drain the balls of horny young men. This body exists for you to empty yourself, naturally. It’s yours by right to use as you wish, sir. That’s what nuns always say, isn’t it?”

 The moment he got back home, Luke was going to call up the guys and tell them all about how slutty these nuns were. How could nobody have mentioned it to him before? I bet I could get her to do anything. And there was one thing he had still yet to try despite his greatest efforts thus far…

 No longer asking permission of her, Luke exited the confessional and entered the other side where Eleanor was. She appeared surprised. “What are you doing?”

 Luke filled out the half of the stall towards the threshold, trapping her entirely in the tight space. Her breasts were brushing against him with her every move. “You said I can do whatever I want.”

 Eleanor shrugged. “Isn’t that what I’m for? It’s not like I have emotions or anything, right?” The cum that glazed her entire face took away from the holy aura she had before and made her look like a common slut. Even worse than some girl outside that was walking around with her tits almost hanging out. 

 He put his hands firmly on her waist and could feel the pangs of arousal shooting down his cock as he realized just how tiny it was. Fucking her was going to feel like a dream. But there was no way it wouldn’t hurt her given the discrepancy between her slender body and his huge cock. “Are you sure?”

“Of course, go ahead, treat me like you would treat any other nun.”

 After all that talk from her, that was all Luke needed to hear. He put his hands on her headpiece and tugged on it hard, sending her down to her knees, then brought his dick up against her face. “You want to suck on it, don’t you?” he teased. To think that he could finally talk this way to a woman… As he always dreamed of doing.

 Eleanor narrowed her eyes as she gazed up at him and gave him a second of trepidation. Blinking stupidly, he raised his cock. “I didn’t go too far, did I?”

“Of course not, I’m here to make your fantasies come true,” she said, her voice full of venom. “My body is yours for you to use however you want. Your church toy.” 

 Luke grinned instantly and slapped his heavy dick down mockingly against her nose. “You sure are. I’m glad I came across such a superslut like you.” 

 Eleanor opened her mouth to make a response, but Luke was so eager to see his fantasy realized that he slammed the dick down her throat before she got the chance to utter a syllable. He pinched the folds of her headpiece and held it as she went down on his shaft, moving back and forth like a pro. Without the divide of the confessional separating them, he moved his hips to send the full length of his cock past her lips to get her to deepthroat the entire thing. 

 The nun’s big blue eyes bulged as he first brought her up to his balls, tearing up with emotion from the abuse he unleashed on her throat, but she took it all with supreme professionalism. Yes, she definitely did this a lot, probably with every worshiper that walked through the door. You fucking bitch! thought Luke angrily, thinking of all the frustrated days he spent without doing this because nobody had informed him it was this easy to get some at church. 

 Though the tears rolled down her cheeks and spit dripped from her flared nostrils, he made no attempt to ease down with his facefuck. Her discomfort was apparent, but that only made it so much better. This slut deserved all the pain she got, especially if she welcomed this treatment and still got so fucked up from it after years of being everybody’s toy. 

 Plus, Luke wondered what that old bastard was doing with his mom, and the idea of getting one-upped by a decrepit old priest was appalling. He would show that old fart what real vigor was. And his mom would finally get a clue about why he needed to get his release and couldn’t always follow her instructions like a good little trooper.

 Luke impaled Eleanor on his throat and heard her gag brutally, struggling to slurp in air through her nostrils. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked mockingly. “Is this what you whores were chosen for?”

 After keeping Eleanor asphyxiated on his shaft until her eyes rolled back helplessly, Luke let her go and gave her a moment to breathe. The nun coughed violently and wiped the strings of drool attached to her mouth. “Yes,” she said sarcastically. “We’re specifically trained to be good sluts and we’re chosen only for our bodies. Isn’t that obvious? I already told you nuns are just here for your physical satisfaction. I exist to pl-”

 With extreme glee, he stuffed her mouth again before he could continue and forced it in with such might that her head slammed loudly against the stall. Eleanor made a desperate attempt to push him off, but Luke rudely moved her hands out of the way and continued to use her mouth like a sloppy little fuckhole. 

“Your throat is so fucking tight, you bitch. You’re so fucking good. Do you know that?” Between the desperate groans and violent sloshing in her throat he could detect a grunt of agreement.

 Something in him let loose entirely and he acted worse with her than he would have done with an onahole. He held onto her head and slammed the shaft down her throat with total disinterest to her well-being - quite the contrary, he took pleasure in thinking he would be a memorable encounter for her. With how many men came to the church then he probably needed to exact quite a bit of force to impress her. 

 As he got close to coming again, he took his dick out of her mouth and planted the throbbing, glistening monster over her face. Eleanor remained just as ashen and emotionless as before, though much of the cum that covered her face had dried up and become crusty, replaced instead by a new layer of gooey drool. 

“Are you getting wet from this?” he asked.

“No,” she said simply.

 That wounded him. “No?!” What was he doing wrong? “Are you saying I’m bad at this?”

“My body is only here for you to make use of it, not for me to get any pleasure, duh. Why would a woman ever want to feel pleasure? That would be sinful. All that matters is that you abuse me and stretch my holes until everything hurts. That’s the real kind of sex God condones and wants from you.” 

 She sounded so hot speaking her holy truth that Luke couldn’t help but slide his dick back in. But this time he inserted it methodically inch by inch, grinding her throat down as they maintained eye contact throughout. He waited for the tears to show up in her eyes, then cleared his throat and spit in her face. “I’m starting to understand,” he said. “It’s your fault that I’m this horny, so I should punish you for it. That makes sense, honestly. That’s really how I’ve always felt…” 

 His fingers grabbed firmly onto her headpiece, then he bashed her face against his balls till he could see her struggling to deal with all the pressure he applied on her throat. The drool was dripping from her nose and the sounds of her stretched throat were so loud that they must have echoed through the whole church. 

 Luke finished up with one final deepthroat and held her down until she began to struggle to get away. He counted down from a minute, enduring the scratches to his hands and the punches and slaps that she gave, knowing he was getting her close to passing out. By the time he reached 10 seconds, she had quieted down again,  likely close to passing out altogether.

“One,” he said aloud, pulling out his cock out of her abused throat with a loud pop. He gave her a slap to bring her back to reality, then heard her gasp for air as he stroked himself. Even before Eleanor was back to her senses, she began to shower her with cum all over again, this time letting it cascade over her entire body. The slut had worked up so much out of him that there was way more cum even than usual, just one load after another that splattered like a crown over her headpiece and oozed down the rest of her body. 

 As his orgasm neared its end, Eleanor looked up at him and accidentally took the last squirt of cum into her left eye. She wiped the cum into her face and smiled disdainfully. “Are you done?”

 The immense cock remained just as hard. “Not quite,” he said, oddly proud by what was always a source of embarrassment. Clearly, she was expecting him to be a lot less resilient. “But we can stop if you’ve had too much.” By the looks of her, she needed at least a break. Her face had been pale before but was almost bloodless now.

“No, no, please don’t think about me at all…” muttered Eleanor. “Why would that stop you from raping me? I am rapemeat. You shouldn’t bother yourself to stop when you see you’ve almost dislocated my jaw. Please focus on your own desire and finish it the whole way. Rip me apart until I’m a ruined mess for the rest of my life. My needs aren’t more important than those of your cock.” 

 Luke smiled. That snarky tone of hers reminded him of a classmate. If only she wore a school uniform, Eleanor could have easily passed as one of them. And oh boy, did those girls deserve the same treatment she was getting. “You’re cute,” he told her.

“That’s the worst thing you’ve ever said to me,” said the nun rather seriously. 

  He pulled her up and turned her around, clutching her in his arms like a pillow. Luke could feel her tremble and quieted her down, then moved his hands across her chest and abdomen, feeling the surprisingly fit stomach that accompanied the gigantic tits. As the cum spilled down from her headpiece, he rubbed it into her face and into her tits, smoothing it down across her entire body until the fabric of her garb stuck to her like a bodysuit.

 Luke squeezed her tits hard and heard her gasp in hurt. “I need to tell my friends to come here,” he said. “They’re missing out.” 

“Of course. If you’re doing this to me, why shouldn’t they? Maybe you can just bring a leash and collar and take me with you every day so I’m always there if you need me….” 

“Now that has to be a joke. Right?” He wasn’t even sure anymore.

“Of course not. Didn’t we already establish I have no rights? No autonomy or dignity? Why not take me home and keep me chained up just so you can rape my mouth whenever you’re in the mood? What better use could I possibly have to the world than that?”

 Luke searched for her nipples and pursed his lips. “I really can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”

“I’m always serious…” 

 When he found them, he pinched them hard and felt her whole body shaking weakly against him, the firm ass grinding against his cock. She has no idea what’s coming. 

“Yes… Just like that…” Eleanor continued. “Just hurt me all over. Make me regret I even looked your way. God wants you to defile me in His own house.” 

 Luke passed a finger between her asscheeks, feeling just how tight they were. Maybe she was a nun, but she must have done some type of sport to keep herself in shape. Not only were her proportions incredible, but she had the body of an athlete.

“I’ll be honest,” he whispered. “I don’t really care what God wants anymore.”

 Eleanor sniffed with disdain. “That didn’t take you long.”

 Luke hiked up the robe past her ass and groped her pale ass, kneading the white cheeks as he caught a glimpse of her pussy. For a slut that claimed to have been the whore of countless other guys, it appeared oddly pristine. Almost virginal. He ran his hands along the tender lips and felt her shiver in his arms, though her reluctance only made his cock that much harder.

“Is it okay if I fuck you?”

“How many times must I tell you?” she snapped derisively. “My body deserves no respect. Have you ever heard of a nun not getting fucked all the time? Think about it.” 

 Luke’s mind was nothing but a blank, but he wasn’t going to put up any resistance when she was being so welcoming. He brought his cockhead up to her pussy and rubbed it along her lips. Then he slipped it in, feeling the moist and welcoming tightness of her pussy. 

“It’s so… big!…” grunted Eleanor. 

“I thought you were used to this.” 

“Of course, I’ve gotten much bigger. This is nothing…” 

 Was she trying to impress him? Because her voice sounded pained, and his cock was only a third of the way in. Still, if she was going to try and play these powergames then Luke was definitely not going to be the one to pussy out of them. 

 He launched himself at her pussy with all the magnificent power of his young body, slamming her against the stall, pressing himself into her from behind until the nun was getting squished between him and the wood. 

“Fuck!” he whispered as he went over halfway in. The pussy was incredibly tight. “Are you sure this isn’t hurting you?”

 Panting, Eleanor took a few seconds before she could respond. “No, not at all. I love it… when my body is pushed to the limit… What kind of nun wouldn’t want to be treated this way?”

 Luke sighed deeply, getting tired of her mixed-messaging. “Well, if you say so. Have it your way.” 

 Hands firmly planted on her waist, he slammed into her from behind and went the whole way in. Eleanor gasped and trembled as he manhandled her, but she said nothing at all. As he turned her head to get a look at her face, he hoped to see arousal or any kind of reaction, but she remained as bored and disinterested as before, just a passive observer reacting with boredom to whatever was being done to her body. “Just what nuns are for, right?” she asked quietly.

 Luke slapped one of her tits and then pinched her nipple until she gritted her teeth in agony. “You bet. I’ll be sure to tell that priest you were so good to me. Heh. Maybe he’ll want to reward you for it, am I right?”

“I’m sure he will. I’m always so grateful when he takes me without any regard for my feelings at all. I’m so happy the church gives him authority to make me and every other girl from our convent into his slaves that have to put up with any form of abuse. There’s nothing like waking up to an old man coming over your face.”

“Eww!” said Luke, trying to erase the mental image. He covered up her mouth and impaled her the whole way on his dick, holding her down as her ass shook against him. “I like you more when you’re quiet and do as you’re told.” 

 He began to fuck her as hard as he could, relishing every part of her tight little pussy as he explored it with his big cock. Every time he struck a sensitive spot she jumped but quickly resumed an obedient position and allowed herself to get fucked, then remained in place the next time Luke hit it just to mess with her. 

 Outside the stall, they could hear voices of random people, first a man with a younger boy, discussing where the priest might be, then two older women talking about their family problems. All the while, Luke threw himself at Eleanor, one thrust after another, pounding her pussy until submission. But no matter how much he gave, no matter how hard he took her, the proud bitch remained just as stone-faced as before. 

 It’s no accident she ended up as a nun, he thought. She really is made for this life. 

 As he held his hand over her stomach, he could feel the shockwave of his cock each time the head penetrated through her and obliterated her insides. “Where should I come?” he asked her teasingly. “On your face again? Or should it be inside of you?” 

“Do it wherever you like,” said Eleanor without any enthusiasm. She sounded tired. “It’s your decision to make. Every hole is yours, after all.” 

“Then how about both?” 

 Luke slammed into her with one final power thrust and flattened her against the stall, impaling her to the maximum extent as he prepared to come. The nun grunted unhappily as the first part of his load shot out directly into her womb, filling it up properly. 

 Luke held her locked in position like that for a full minute until she was properly bred, then released her and forced her back down to her knees. With the pretty and innocent blue eyes looking up at him, he stroked himself and got ready to shoot out what was left. “Open your mouth.” 

 There was no doubt from all Eleanor’s reactions that she at the very least disliked the feeling of getting plastered, yet she opened her mouth like a good slave all the same. “And keep your eyes open,” he ordered.

 The first few ropes shot in her mouth and filled her up, causing her to joke and almost spit it back out, though she quickly resumed her position, looking up at him with the same indignant and bored out of her mind expression as before as he painted the rest of her face with cum. By the end of it, it was not only her mouth that was full of creamy white seed, but her entire face was covered.

“Swallow it,” ordered Luke, licking his own lips in anticipation. 

 Eleanor closed her lips and gagged as she swallowed, with some of the cum shooting out her nose. But there were no complaints. She simply collected that cum with her fingers and licked it up, swallowing it along with the rest. When it was over, she kept her empty mouth open for more.

 Luke couldn’t believe she really did it. “How did that taste?”

“Horrible,” she said. “I despise it. There is nothing I hate more than the taste of cum. I’d rather eat shit.” 

 Yet again, her words were baffling. “Then why the hell did you do it?”

“Isn’t that what I’m here for? To make all your dreams come true?” Eleanor shrugged. “Don’t be ashamed, all men enjoy this. It’s just how you are. I’m used to it. And after all, why would I have joined the nunnery if I didn’t want to spend life on my knees drinking cum? Clearly this is what I wanted. It was what I dreamed of ever since I was a little girl.” 

 Everything she said just made her sound crazier. “That’s dark,” said Luke. “Don’t say that.”

“Making you uncomfortable? I would never want that, sir. Please forgive me. I’m just here to give you as much comfort as possible. Please fuck my throat again until I almost pass out, maybe that will make things right.” 

 Luke grabbed her threateningly by the headpiece. “If you keep talking like that, I just might! You’re so damn… uppity. Nuns are supposed to be nice and polite.”

“Have I been anything but polite to you? Why, I’ve followed every order. I let you take my pussy and my mouth. You filled me up and covered me up. Just like you wanted. So I’m sure I’ve performed my duties satisfactorily. Haven’t I made all your dreams come true?”

“Not all of them…” warned Luke, wondering if he could really do the worst thing he thought of. Sure, he had fucked her mouth and pussy, but that was still kinda normal. And much less painful than the other thing he had in mind.

 Eleanor, however, showed no hesitation. “Then please, help yourself. Aren’t I a fuckdoll to make all your dreams come true? Why would you stop now? If you want absolution, you might as well commit to it the whole way. That’s what confession is all about.” 

 Even so, it was difficult to think of this as a good idea. “You’re sure?”

“Oh, yes. How could I not be? Have I ever said anything I wasn’t sure of?”

 Luke took a peek outside and noticed there was no one there. He got out of the confessional and pulled Eleanor after him, watching the awkward way she walked, almost stumbling. It was going to be a lot worse after he was through with her. 

 Noticing the pulpit, he dragged her up to it and made her rest on top. Her ass was red from all the groping but he didn’t hesitate to give it two loud slaps, relishing the way he could hear her slapped flesh echoing throughout the whole church. 

 Eleanor tensed as he spread the asscheeks wide and took an interested look at her asshole. There’s no way anyone’s ever been in there, thought Luke, noticing just how puckered up and tiny it was. No way to even get a finger in…

 And that just made it even better.

 He spit into his hand and rubbed a finger along its edge, then finally put his throbbing cockhead against it. “You’re sure I can do this?” he asked her. There was no way Eleanor could have misunderstood what he wanted now.

 The beautiful cum-dripping face turned to face him. “If this is what you want, do I really have a right to stop you?” 

 That’s true, she doesn’t. Seeing her take her eyes off him hopelessly gave him the final bit of resolve that he needed. 

 Then, without the slightest bit of hesitation, he thrust into her ass. It was slow-going at first, with the supertight - definitely virginal - butt flexing instinctively to send him back out. Maybe Eleanor wasn’t crying or resisting, but her ass was putting up a hell of a fight. 

 Still, after five minutes of constant attempts to get in, Luke finally lodged the dickhead inside and heard her grunt loudly, her ass shaking uncontrollably. He grabbed the massive tits for support and began to move the rest of the shaft into her, sending up one inch of his cock at a time until he was almost halfway into her ass. 

 Eleanor no longer even grunted or moved. She seemed to freeze into place, overwhelmed by the intrusion. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Please don’t talk,” she whispered. “Just use me and be done with it.” 

 It was a harsh sentiment, but her reaction was far more mild than he feared. Luke expected tears, especially from a cock as big as his. But the tightness of her sweet ass was so heavenly that it was almost fitting that this experience would come to him in a church for the first time. He had thought her pussy tight before, but it was nothing compared to the joys her ass could offer. 

 Once he was two thirds in her ass appeared to shut itself off to him, disallowing any further movement. Her ass was throbbing hotly, even harder than his cock, its sensitivity raised to the maximum as he grinded his way back and forth slowly. 

“I can’t believe nobody’s stretched out your ass before,” he told her. “Crazy.” 

“I’m so lucky for this opportunity,” whispered Eleanor. “I’m so glad you came in today so you could stretch my ass until it's damaged forever. Thank you so much.”

 Luke slapped her cheeks again. “Don’t worry, I’ll turn you into an anal pro. Every other nun will be jealous.”

“Oh, I’m sure… I’ll be the envy of the convent.” 

 Rather than give up the struggle for the last part of her ass, he slammed into her suddenly with enough force that she gasped breathlessly against the pulpit. The ass may not have wanted to give in, but Luke was going to force it to, one brutal thrust at a time.

 With her lying in a perfect position, he grabbed her by the waist again and railed her ass from behind, pistoning in and out at an increasingly rapid speed till he could see her body twisting uncomfortably in place. Even her legs gave in from the pressure, but Eleanor clutched the pulpit for dear life and allowed the assrape to happen.

“Stop clenching like that,” said Luke with a casual grin, himself enjoying every moment of it. “It will only hurt more.”

“Yes!…” blurted Eleanor. 

 Most of it probably wasn’t within her control, since Luke ended up fighting her asshole every step of the way as he brutalized it into raw fuckmeat. Though there were tears in Eleanor’s eyes he knew the right thing to do was to continue the whole way, especially since she maintained her composure and never once asked him to stop nor showed any real emotion. Her body really was a fucktoy, and he was respecting her by treating it accordingly. 

 At some point as he went, he could hear some talk coming from the front of the church. Normally Luke would have stopped, but his body made that impossible. Plus, a part of his fantasy was always to use a woman in front of others. 

 A gaggle of school girls walked into the church. “The choir girls…” whispered Eleanor.

“Should I stop?”

“Why would you?...” 

 The girls looked a bit confused as they got closer, but Luke never once relinquished the nun’s ass. Though she was covered in cum and getting fucked from behind, Eleanor lifted her head off the pulpit and tried to address them accordingly. “Girls… You’re here early. Go change into your garb and wait for me. I’ll be done soon.” 

 Even if they were too dense to pick up on what was going on from her appearance, then Luke was certain they must have heard the way the reddened ass clapped as he pistoned her relentlessly. 

 Only one of them glanced back at what was happening and Luke winked knowingly. If only they had been his classmates, that would’ve made it even better.

 Still, he got the point that it was time to hurry up so he wasted no more time. He lowered himself on top of Eleanor and pumped her like an animal, burying himself mercilessly into his cock with each thrust while the juices poured out of it like tears. 

 Not only was he close, but he could feel that this was the most cum he had built up to in a long while. “Get ready,” he told her. 

 It all ended with one last slam that sent his dick so deep it made her wince audibly. Luke released his hot seed inside her ass, but pulled out after he filled it up. He continued to shoot without interruption across her back, but turned her around and sent the rest across her front. 

 Eleanor stared at him as he directed the blasts of his load all over her body, painting not only her face and headpiece, but her tits, her thighs - hitting every spot that was already drenched in seed all over again until her entire robe was moist and heavy with cum.

 At the very end there was only one last drop, and that he came and rubbed along her waist personally. “Jesus!” whispered Luke, then laughed incredulously. His body felt so light he was almost drifting up into the air. For the first time ever, he was all empty. “Christ.”

 Eleanor eyed him up and down as he zipped back up. Though she was dripping all over, he was spotless, almost as if nothing had happened. “Was that to your satisfaction?” she asked.

“Very much so.”

“Then I absolve you of your sins,” she said, making a cross over his chest in mockery. “A man as religious as you will surely be forgiven. In any case, I’ll go tend to the girls now. Please, come see me again. I can’t wait for the next time you do this to me.”

 Though she talked big, Luke noticed that she could barely walk and needed to hold onto the railing as she made her way down from the pulpit. She had gone from moving like a spirited young teen to crawling at every step like a hag. Well, that’s hardly my fault. I did ask her if she’s sure…

 Luke went and sat down on one of the benches as he waited for his mother’s return. It wasn’t long until the milf came back with the priest, moving with slightly more difficulty than before, with his hand resting over her hand the entire time. 

 His mother was so dressed up that he hadn’t noticed much until she got closer, but then he could see the dried up cum across her face and neck and the various places where her outfit had been struck by seed.

“Young man, has Eleanor abandoned you? Where’d that girl get to?”

 The milf looked at her son without any shame. “I hope you haven’t done anything to her. Poor girl.”

 The old man gave his mother a few playful taps on the ass. “Well, I suppose I’ll go check up on her. Please, feel free to visit me again if you ever want to discuss anything.”

“I will, Father.” 

 As the priest took off and left them alone, Luke looked at his mother waiting for an explanation. Instead, she only sighed and appeared to be talking to herself: “I’ve heard these priests were pervs, but I wasn’t aware they were this bad. And I just bought this outfit…”

“What happened?” 

 Realizing she said all of that out loud, his mother directed his gaze his way and stared at him from under her sunglasses. “Nothing sweetheart, nothing. Let’s go home. I think I’ve had enough of the church for one day.” 

 As they left, though, Luke wasn’t sure he felt the same. A pang of remorse struck him to think he was leaving Eleanor and all those girls behind by themselves. 
 Once they were in the car, he strapped on his seatbelt and eyed his mother decisively. “You know, I think I’ve found my real calling. I want to be a priest.” 