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Father Ikenna Udoh was about to make a new start, having been informed by the Bishop that there was a vacancy at the parish of Nkwelle, where his duties were most needed, as the Bishop had heard rumours of misbehaviour spreading amongst the community. The Bishop didn’t go into details but said the small town could use some moral and religious grounding and so Father Ikenna would have to relocate.
He had mixed feelings about leaving, for he had grown fond of the quiet, innocent village of Ezeagu where he had been the Catholic priest for several years. The people there were so pure and innocent that he rarely had to listen to a confession and even then it would be of a very mild nature. He would smile quaintly to himself as they would confess some minor transgression or mild venial sin that they had been feeling terribly guilty about for months.
As he boarded the bus for Nkwelle, he started wondering what the nature of their misbehaviour might be, wondering whether alcohol had resulted in domestic v******e or maybe even d**gs, though he knew he was rather naive about things like that, not having been exposed to it before. He looked around as he got off the bus, thinking what might be in front of him during his stay here, and made his way to the clergy house as instructed.
As he walked along the road, a woman opened her front door and asked “Excuse me….are you the new Catholic priest?“. Father Ikenna was in his priest attire so it was obvious and he introduced himself to the rather frightened looking lady. “Oh, I hope you can bring some good into this town….sin and vice have taken over so many souls here, they have lust in their hearts Father! Not even the burning flames of eternal hell seem to scare them!“
Father Ikenna was stunned by this outburst and didn’t know how to resound, eventually muttering “I can only do what God wishes me to do…I hope I will see you at Sunday Mass?“. The woman nodded and replied “Oh yes Father, my faith is all I have…I will be listening to your every word….warn them Father! Warn them about Sodom and Gomorrah! That sinners of the flesh will pay the price!” she said, her voice rising with her passion.
Father Ikenna couldn’t tell whether the woman was crazy or if there was some truth in what she was saying, after all he had been told about the misbehaviour. He politely bade her farewell and hurried to the clergy house, opening the front door with the key he had been given and spent the evening in his lounge reading Bible verses about Sodom and the dire consequences of being lead astray by carnal desires.
It was an area of himself that he had struggled with the most. He had sworn to a celibate life when he took the Sacrament of the Holy Order as part of becoming a priest and he was often plagued by sexual thoughts and dreams that tormented him. He saw these desires as part of the testing of his faith and refused to let them get the better of him. When he was the priest of Ezeagu, it was such an innocent, idyllic place that temptation was never placed before him, in fact not one confession had ever been about carnal weakness, almost to his disappointment.
In Nkwelle though, the old woman raving on her doorstep was right, sin and vice of the lustful kind had indeed seized the souls of many in the town. It had all begun when a rather mysterious dark haired woman had moved into the town, living in a large house located in the hills above the main part of the town where most resided. Her name was Lady Chinasa Nwafor, and she was the rich widow of a business tycoon who had made his fortune in oil but had died in his late forties in mysterious circumstances.
Since she’d moved there strange rumours had begun to emerge around what went on in her sizeable mansion, the main rumour being that she had a taste for young men who she would invite to spend the night with her. So prevalent did these rumours become that her house became known as the Mansion On The Hill, and young men were warned to stay away from her as she would lead them into disrepute.
To the sexually curious young men of the town this, of course, made her all the more intriguing and several applied for jobs that she would advertise in the local newspaper. One by one they were drawn into her web, and it wasn’t long before the rumours began about her sexual tastes not just being limited to the male species. Wild tales of maids employed there experiencing erotic encounters with Lady Nwafor began circulating around the town and while they became embellished along the way, they were far from without foundation.
Chinasa Nwafor was a complex woman with a mesmerising charisma and charm, aware of her ability to influence others but not entirely unrepentant about her sexual over indulgences. She was a lapsed Catholic, but the ideas of sin and redemption still had a strong hold on her, and she genuinely feared she may go to hell for her wicked ways. Yet while she had the ability to control others, she could not seem to control this aspect of herself, and couldn’t prevent herself luring others into her web of sensual temptation.
Through her latest maid, she had heard the news that a new Catholic priest had taken residence and would be giving his first sermon on Sunday. Her Catholic guilt seemed to stir in her at this news and she actually started contemplating attending, even though she’d never been seen in public in Nkwelle before. She rather liked the thought of all those shocked faces upon seeing her present, and she felt that perhaps now was the time to return to her religion and confess her sins to this new priest.
Sunday soon arrived and Father Ikenna was as nervous as a schoolboy on his first day. He had prepared his sermon on the perils of giving in to lust and sin, quoting the relevant parts of the Bible. As he read it back, he was worried at how heavy and intense it sounded, but he knew he had been sent here for a reason, to try and redeem the lost souls of Nkwelle. There could be no going back to innocent Ezeagu now, how far away that place seemed to him already….
His other reason for being nervous, that no one would turn up and he would be stood alone in an empty church, was soon placated as he approached the pulpit from the rear entrance and saw people arriving and taking a pew. In fact, he was startled to see how many were arriving to hear him, but knew now was not a time to panic and took some deep breaths to retain his composure.
Thinking the church was as full as it was going to get, he made his way up the steps of the pulpit and placed his sermon on the podium ready to begin. Arriving fashionably late, however, was Chinasa Nwafor whose footsteps echoed through the church as she walked in, heads turning to see who this latecomer could be. She was greeted with a few gasps but mainly stunned silence as people realized this was no stranger.
Father Ikenna had no idea who she was yet, but could sense the power of her personality and was drawn to her effortless allure. She was wearing a large black hat that covered her face a little, so retained an air of mystery. Father Ikenna gripped the sides of the pulpit with trembling hands but steadied himself and addressed his new flock, their faces expectant as they waited for his first words.
With a deep breath he announced “I am Father Ikenna, the new Catholic priest of Nkwelle, today I want to talk to you about morality…the Bible teaches us a lot about how we should conduct our lives, and is there to remind us when we have strayed from the path…”.
He was pleased how his deep voice resonated through the church, giving his words a power and weight, and he could tell from the sea of faces before him that he had their undivided attention. He then gave a lengthy sermon about the dangers of succumbing to the pleasures of the flesh and he could see looks of guilt on some faces as he quoted Corinthians 6:18 ‘Shun lewd conduct. Every other sin a man commits outside his body, but the fornicator sins against his own body…’.
The sermon lasted an hour, Father Ikenna keen to make a strong impression and he felt he had their rapt attention throughout, which pleased him. He finally stepped down from the pulpit after his final address and the congregation began to slowly disperse. As he watched them leave, he couldn’t help but feel like they were lost sheep, and hoped he could be their shepherd. He gathered his notes and Bible and was about to leave as the church was seemingly empty, but suddenly he saw the mysterious woman who’d arrived late still sitting at a pew at the very back.
He was quite alarmed to see her there unexpectedly but she got up and approached him. He noticed her steady, assured gait as she walked up to him and introduced herself, her footsteps echoing as she reached the altar. She removed her hat and her long, curly black hair unfurled down her back, which Father Ikenna found mesmerizing. “Hello Father…my name is Chinasa Nwafor, thank you for a wonderful sermon…I must confess that I am a lapsed Catholic, haven’t been to church for years…but I’m ready to try and get back on the path…I want to confess my sins…but it will take time, may I book a private confession?“.
Father Ikenna felt enchanted by the sound of her rich, rather deep yet feminine voice and was flustered at first, but covered his mouth and cleared his throat, replying “Confession will be held on Saturday afternoons as standard…from 2pm to 6pm…if you have a lot to confess, then perhaps arrive at the end and I will see you last….I’m glad to hear you are rediscovering your faith, it is never too late in God’s eyes…
Chinasa smiled and responded “Oh Father, I do hope I can redeem myself, I have been so carnally wicked….but now is not the time to go into that…I will see you on Saturday evening….”. With that, she turned on her heel and made her way out of the church. Father Ikenna stood watching her, mesmerized by her powerful presence and charisma. He spent the evening alone in the rectory wondering if Lady Nwafor was truly repentant about her supposed sins or was simply a plotting temptress sent to test his faith and thought of the old woman ranting on her doorstep.
Father Ikenna was right to suspect Lady Nwafor for, though she was a lapsed Catholic and part of her did want to be redeemed, she was driven by her need to satiate her desires and found nothing more exciting than tempting others into sin. The thought of tempting a priest to fall from grace was hugely appealing to her, and represented her biggest challenge so far. The people of Nkwelle had been easily influenced by her charms but a man of the cloth seemed a much trickier proposition, and one she could not resist.
She certainly made an impression on Father Ikenna who found himself thinking about her often during the following week, even waking up sweating in the middle of the night from an erotically charged dream where Lady Nwafor had appeared as naked Eve tempting him to eat fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. He began to imagine her as the ‘great harlot’ so prevalent in the Bible, a modern Jezebel here to test his moral character, and he knew he must resist her….
He began to dread the coming Saturday though, knowing that he would be forced to listen to the confessions of the people of Nkwelle no doubt their numerous sexual indulgences, and then finally Lady Nwafor's confessions which would be the most lurid of all. If only he had not been cursed with such a strong libido such matters would not torment him he thought to himself, finding he was becoming aroused at the thought of her intimate confessions.
Father Ikenna awoke on the Saturday with beads of sweat on his brow from yet more feverish, erotic dreams of Lady Chinasa Nwafor He braced himself as he got himself ready for confession, knowing this was going to be a long four hours, with Lady Nwafor arriving at the end with a long list of sins to confess.
He made his way to the confessional and right on the stroke of two o’ clock the first confessor arrived, taking a seat in the confessional, Father Ikenna sat opposite but facing away, separated by a black lattice screen that protected the confessor’s anonymity. Father Ikenna said the prayer of the Sign of the Cross then the man said softly “Bless me father, for I have sinned…” in a guilty sounding voice that wavered slightly.
He explained it had been years since his last confession but that his venial sins had all been carnal in nature. He confessed that he had been weak before temptation of the flesh and it had begun with his employment as a gardener at a rich widow’s mansion. Father Ikenna found himself getting aroused as the man confessed how the widow had seduced him by exposing her bare breasts to him in his tool shed, asking him if he wanted to lick them.
Father Ikenna knew instinctively that it could be none other than Lady Chinasa Nwafor and the confessor continued that every time he worked there she would seduce him, sometimes dressed in the most alluring way with heavy make-up and perfume that would overwhelm his senses and reason. Father Ikenna shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his involuntarily erection straining under his cassock.
By the end he was in a state of high arousal, almost forgetting to tell the man to perform the Act of Contrition, his mind filled with lustful images of voluptuous Chinasa. The man left having been told his sins had been forgiven, and this began a procession of the people of Nkwelle both men and women, young and middle aged, all confessing their descent into debauchery at the hands of Lady Nwafor. Father Ikenna sat in muted disbelief as he heard their tales of wickedness and carnal abandon.
He wanted to be shocked and disgusted, but he found himself more and more asking for prurient details, even letting himself rub his throbbing erection through his cassock which made him feel deeply guilty. After four hours of this, fifteen people and come and gone and it was six o'clock, Chinasa Nwafor herself was about to arrive and confess. He felt clammy and tense as he awaited her arrival, then heard the unmistakable sound of her footsteps slowly walking across the stone floor of the church, then she entered the confessional…..
Taking a seat, she began with “Father, this may take some time…as I said I haven’t been to confession for years…I may as well be totally honest with you, as the anonymity has gone already…it began during my marriage, my husband was away on business so much that I would get lonely, and he never wanted c***dren…”. She explained how she would find some fun in flirting with the gardener and other workmen who visited, but she never cheated on her husband.
When he died though, and she received his vast wealth, she moved to Nkwelle to put it behind her and found herself with so much time on her hands that sinful thoughts began to take hold of her once pure soul. She spent a vast sum on expensive lingerie and provocative clothes then found she had a gift for seduction.
Father Ikenna listened intently, feeling himself drawn ever more deeply under her spell, the mesmerizing sound of her deep, sensual voice captivating him, his whole body on fire with mounting desire. She confessed that her first fall from grace was with her best friend’s son who had come to stay with her whilst her friend was on holiday. He was only eighteen and so had been open to her seductive charms. From then on, she became addicted to sex and, in particular, very sinful or exotic sex.
Suddenly she asked “Have you never been tormented by those desires, Father? Have you never been tempted by the wonderful sensual pleasures of the flesh?“. There was an awkward silence. Through the lattice screen he could see her hitching up her dress over her thighs to reveal black stockings. She rode it up so high that he could see her stocking tops and he could barely breathe with the effect it had on him. She was here to seduce him, not to confess. It was obvious now….
“I have….always resisted the impulse….it is a sin against the body to defile the flesh with lust…as the Bible teaches….” he eventually replied. She crossed her stocking-clad legs and rubbed one against the other slowly, knowing Father Ikenna could see, his downward stare visible through the screen. “Oh yes, I know what the Bible says Father…but the more it says how sinful and wicked it is the more I want to do it…I must have the devil in me, Father…do you think I am beyond redemption?“
“No soul is beyond hope….we all have a dark side which the devil tries to bring out in us….we must fight it, guard against it..but is it forgiveness of sins you truly seek, Lady Nwafor? he replied, his collar feeling tight around his neck, his erection still throbbing, rock hard. “No Father…it is sin that I seek…..and I know that you do too, but you deny yourself…it torments you, doesn’t it?“
Father Ikenna flinched, she was moving in for the kill and he didn’t know whether he could resist such a tempting sight. She was his Jezebel, his great harlot and as she spread her legs he could see she was wearing no panties, the sight of her trimmed bush dimly visible through the lattice screen. She began rubbing her full breasts through her dress to arouse him further and moved her face close to the screen, licking her lips, and whispering “Debase me Father…make me a vessel of sin…no one need ever know….”.
It was more than he could bear, and his desire seemed to overwhelm him. He found himself leaving his seat and entering into her side of the confessional, whereupon she smiled and splayed her legs wide. “Come and taste the holy of holies, Father….” and he fell to his knees, crawling in between her thighs.
By now, he had lost all control of himself, his lower desires taking full hold of him. His tongue ran wild, running along the inners of her thighs and even Chinasa herself was taken aback by the force of his passion. He pushed apart her legs still wider with his hands on her knees and then ran his tongue slowly over her soaking wet snatch. She smiled to herself as he began licking her with a passion and intensity she had rarely experienced.
She knew full well that his chosen life of celibacy was unnatural for a man, a dam of sexual frustration and desire waiting to burst, and so it proved. She pulled her dress up over her hips then over her head, revealing her full, pert breasts caught in a black sheer bra, her thick, swollen nipples protruding through the fabric. The sight of this made Father Ikenna's cock throb and twitch, but he concentrated on pleasuring her pussy, loving the salty, tangy taste that he had never experienced before.
Chinasa was dying to see what this priapic priest had under his cassock, hoping to find him hung like a stallion. Father Ikenna's face was now glazed with her pleasure, his tongue prodding inside her then circling her labial lips. She thought how surprisingly adept he was at cunnilingus but he was going purely on instinct. He was a sensual soul by nature but his calling to the church had made him deny himself, and now it burst out of him as if he were a lion let loose from a cage.
She held the back of his head as he slavishly ate her out, then impatiently she grabbed him by the hair and brought him up to her face where she savagely licked her own juices off his face then thrust her tongue into his mouth. They shared a deep, lustful French kiss, their tongues swirling and delving to the back of each other’s throats, her passion meeting his. She then brought his head to her breast and he gorged on her red, swollen nipple through her sheer bra, then her hands slipped round her back and unclasped it, revealing the full glory of her breasts to him.
He sucked greedily on each nipple, moving his head from each to each, Biblical quotes of sin and vice running through his head, the voice of his conscience, but he was past caring now. He felt her already hard nipples harden further in his mouth and he’d never felt so utterly aroused, yearning to experience full sex for the first time in his life. She was fully in control of his every move and told him to stand on his feet and remove his cassock.
She was pleased by the sight of his body, firm and masculine but even more impressed with the huge bulge in his black briefs, so big that it poked out to the side. She wasted no time sliding them down and out it sprung at her, a thick, veiny b**st that was among the biggest she’d had the experience of, and she had known plenty. She grappled it, wrapping her hand round the thick shaft then licked some precum off the tip.
Father Ikenna had never experienced a woman touching his cock before, let alone lick it, and he had to close his eyes and breathe deeply not to cum instantly. She gently kissed the tip then wrapped her lips round the bulbous head, sinking them slowly down the shaft, her ruby lipstick leaving its stain. Chinasa found her mouth was stretched by his girth and felt the tip touch the back of her throat, making her gag a little. Father Ikenna was still fighting the intense pleasure he was feeling, making the sign of the cross on his chest as if to alleviate the sinfulness of the act, which only turned Chinasa on even more.
She pulled his meat out of her mouth and whispered “I want you inside me Father….” which almost made him shoot his seed there and then but another deep breath helped him regain some self-control. Chinasa leaned back on the wooden bench and spread her legs wide, her make-up smeared across her face. Father Ikenna thought she looked the very embodiment of the great harlot, and utterly irresistible at the same time. It was one thing to let her give him oral pleasure, but to enter her seemed altogether more sinful and his conscience told him it wasn’t yet too late.
The sight of her inviting wet peach of a pussy was simply more than he could bear though, and betraying himself once more, he guided his length inside her, entering with ease. She let out a slow sigh as he pushed in his eight inches and smiled at him, whispering “Oh Father…you feel so good inside me….now fuck me….”. Her face looked serious and full of desire, her eyes holding him in a trance to make sure he did what she wanted.
As he began to pump her slowly his entire body seemed on fire with sensations of pleasure he had not known even existed, and which he knew his devotion to his faith denied him, a faith that he had doubts about. He was inside her unprotected, and knew that there was even a risk that he could get her pregnant. He knew he must not let her tempt him into shooting his seed, though he knew how good that would feel. “Harder, Father….fuck me like a sinner…”.
Everything she said seemed to turn him on more, and he found himself grabbing her hips, then her ankles and aggressively rutting into her, his pace increasing with every thrust. As he held her legs aloft, his mouth kissed her stocking-clad feet which sent her into ecstatic moans and she herself thought how divine and delicious it would be for him to inseminate her. Somehow though, the thought of his semen covering her face seemed to excite her beyond measure, as she had only let a couple of men do this amongst her multitude of lovers.
They were both groaning and moaning as Father Ikenna pounded into her with surprising force, Chinasa hissing “Fuck me, Father…” in between her expressions of delight. He could sense the cum stirring in his loins, waiting to erupt like a volcano, but he knew he must fight the urge. He was spared this test of self-control though, for Chinasa suddenly implored “Father! Give me my Eucharist! Spray your sinner’s seed all over my slut harlot face….cum all over me…… pleaseeee….”.
With that, Father Ikenna pulled out and she fell to her knees in front of him. She stuck out her tongue at full stretch as she used to do when receiving a communion wafer, and the thought of perverting this sacred ritual made Father Ikenna unleash a torrent of thick, creamy white semen over her already make-up smeared face. It splattered against her cheeks and chin, some darting straight down her open throat. The intensity of the orgasm made Father Ikenna physically shake, and for the first time in his life he experienced sexual ecstasy, an ecstasy he had not found in his faith.
Arcs of his hot seed continued to dart over her face and hair, her whole face utterly drenched white. She plunged two fingers inside herself to bring on her own climax. As the priest’s seed dripped off her face down onto her pert breasts she felt her pussy twinge, a flood of her juices gushing over her thighs and onto the stone floor of the confessional. Father Ikenna had finally spurted his final drops and needed no prompting to lap up her own cum.
She lay back on the seat and he got back on his knees, greedily lapping up every drop like a thirsty dog, his desire insatiable. The frantic licking only made her twinge again, a fresh flood bursting over his face, the strong scent of sex filling the confessional. He dutifully cleaned her up and they shared one last sticky, debauched kiss before a deep sense of unclean shame possessed Father Ikenna.
He quickly threw his cassock back on and staggered out, feeling unworthy to even be in a church. Chinasa was unperturbed by this and merely licked her fingers clean, getting dressed before leaving the church, smiling to herself at another successful seduction and wondering what should be in store next for the fallen Father Ikenna.
He had mixed feelings about leaving, for he had grown fond of the quiet, innocent village of Ezeagu where he had been the Catholic priest for several years. The people there were so pure and innocent that he rarely had to listen to a confession and even then it would be of a very mild nature. He would smile quaintly to himself as they would confess some minor transgression or mild venial sin that they had been feeling terribly guilty about for months.
As he boarded the bus for Nkwelle, he started wondering what the nature of their misbehaviour might be, wondering whether alcohol had resulted in domestic v******e or maybe even d**gs, though he knew he was rather naive about things like that, not having been exposed to it before. He looked around as he got off the bus, thinking what might be in front of him during his stay here, and made his way to the clergy house as instructed.
As he walked along the road, a woman opened her front door and asked “Excuse me….are you the new Catholic priest?“. Father Ikenna was in his priest attire so it was obvious and he introduced himself to the rather frightened looking lady. “Oh, I hope you can bring some good into this town….sin and vice have taken over so many souls here, they have lust in their hearts Father! Not even the burning flames of eternal hell seem to scare them!“
Father Ikenna was stunned by this outburst and didn’t know how to resound, eventually muttering “I can only do what God wishes me to do…I hope I will see you at Sunday Mass?“. The woman nodded and replied “Oh yes Father, my faith is all I have…I will be listening to your every word….warn them Father! Warn them about Sodom and Gomorrah! That sinners of the flesh will pay the price!” she said, her voice rising with her passion.
Father Ikenna couldn’t tell whether the woman was crazy or if there was some truth in what she was saying, after all he had been told about the misbehaviour. He politely bade her farewell and hurried to the clergy house, opening the front door with the key he had been given and spent the evening in his lounge reading Bible verses about Sodom and the dire consequences of being lead astray by carnal desires.
It was an area of himself that he had struggled with the most. He had sworn to a celibate life when he took the Sacrament of the Holy Order as part of becoming a priest and he was often plagued by sexual thoughts and dreams that tormented him. He saw these desires as part of the testing of his faith and refused to let them get the better of him. When he was the priest of Ezeagu, it was such an innocent, idyllic place that temptation was never placed before him, in fact not one confession had ever been about carnal weakness, almost to his disappointment.
In Nkwelle though, the old woman raving on her doorstep was right, sin and vice of the lustful kind had indeed seized the souls of many in the town. It had all begun when a rather mysterious dark haired woman had moved into the town, living in a large house located in the hills above the main part of the town where most resided. Her name was Lady Chinasa Nwafor, and she was the rich widow of a business tycoon who had made his fortune in oil but had died in his late forties in mysterious circumstances.
Since she’d moved there strange rumours had begun to emerge around what went on in her sizeable mansion, the main rumour being that she had a taste for young men who she would invite to spend the night with her. So prevalent did these rumours become that her house became known as the Mansion On The Hill, and young men were warned to stay away from her as she would lead them into disrepute.
To the sexually curious young men of the town this, of course, made her all the more intriguing and several applied for jobs that she would advertise in the local newspaper. One by one they were drawn into her web, and it wasn’t long before the rumours began about her sexual tastes not just being limited to the male species. Wild tales of maids employed there experiencing erotic encounters with Lady Nwafor began circulating around the town and while they became embellished along the way, they were far from without foundation.
Chinasa Nwafor was a complex woman with a mesmerising charisma and charm, aware of her ability to influence others but not entirely unrepentant about her sexual over indulgences. She was a lapsed Catholic, but the ideas of sin and redemption still had a strong hold on her, and she genuinely feared she may go to hell for her wicked ways. Yet while she had the ability to control others, she could not seem to control this aspect of herself, and couldn’t prevent herself luring others into her web of sensual temptation.
Through her latest maid, she had heard the news that a new Catholic priest had taken residence and would be giving his first sermon on Sunday. Her Catholic guilt seemed to stir in her at this news and she actually started contemplating attending, even though she’d never been seen in public in Nkwelle before. She rather liked the thought of all those shocked faces upon seeing her present, and she felt that perhaps now was the time to return to her religion and confess her sins to this new priest.
Sunday soon arrived and Father Ikenna was as nervous as a schoolboy on his first day. He had prepared his sermon on the perils of giving in to lust and sin, quoting the relevant parts of the Bible. As he read it back, he was worried at how heavy and intense it sounded, but he knew he had been sent here for a reason, to try and redeem the lost souls of Nkwelle. There could be no going back to innocent Ezeagu now, how far away that place seemed to him already….
His other reason for being nervous, that no one would turn up and he would be stood alone in an empty church, was soon placated as he approached the pulpit from the rear entrance and saw people arriving and taking a pew. In fact, he was startled to see how many were arriving to hear him, but knew now was not a time to panic and took some deep breaths to retain his composure.
Thinking the church was as full as it was going to get, he made his way up the steps of the pulpit and placed his sermon on the podium ready to begin. Arriving fashionably late, however, was Chinasa Nwafor whose footsteps echoed through the church as she walked in, heads turning to see who this latecomer could be. She was greeted with a few gasps but mainly stunned silence as people realized this was no stranger.
Father Ikenna had no idea who she was yet, but could sense the power of her personality and was drawn to her effortless allure. She was wearing a large black hat that covered her face a little, so retained an air of mystery. Father Ikenna gripped the sides of the pulpit with trembling hands but steadied himself and addressed his new flock, their faces expectant as they waited for his first words.
With a deep breath he announced “I am Father Ikenna, the new Catholic priest of Nkwelle, today I want to talk to you about morality…the Bible teaches us a lot about how we should conduct our lives, and is there to remind us when we have strayed from the path…”.
He was pleased how his deep voice resonated through the church, giving his words a power and weight, and he could tell from the sea of faces before him that he had their undivided attention. He then gave a lengthy sermon about the dangers of succumbing to the pleasures of the flesh and he could see looks of guilt on some faces as he quoted Corinthians 6:18 ‘Shun lewd conduct. Every other sin a man commits outside his body, but the fornicator sins against his own body…’.
The sermon lasted an hour, Father Ikenna keen to make a strong impression and he felt he had their rapt attention throughout, which pleased him. He finally stepped down from the pulpit after his final address and the congregation began to slowly disperse. As he watched them leave, he couldn’t help but feel like they were lost sheep, and hoped he could be their shepherd. He gathered his notes and Bible and was about to leave as the church was seemingly empty, but suddenly he saw the mysterious woman who’d arrived late still sitting at a pew at the very back.
He was quite alarmed to see her there unexpectedly but she got up and approached him. He noticed her steady, assured gait as she walked up to him and introduced herself, her footsteps echoing as she reached the altar. She removed her hat and her long, curly black hair unfurled down her back, which Father Ikenna found mesmerizing. “Hello Father…my name is Chinasa Nwafor, thank you for a wonderful sermon…I must confess that I am a lapsed Catholic, haven’t been to church for years…but I’m ready to try and get back on the path…I want to confess my sins…but it will take time, may I book a private confession?“.
Father Ikenna felt enchanted by the sound of her rich, rather deep yet feminine voice and was flustered at first, but covered his mouth and cleared his throat, replying “Confession will be held on Saturday afternoons as standard…from 2pm to 6pm…if you have a lot to confess, then perhaps arrive at the end and I will see you last….I’m glad to hear you are rediscovering your faith, it is never too late in God’s eyes…
Chinasa smiled and responded “Oh Father, I do hope I can redeem myself, I have been so carnally wicked….but now is not the time to go into that…I will see you on Saturday evening….”. With that, she turned on her heel and made her way out of the church. Father Ikenna stood watching her, mesmerized by her powerful presence and charisma. He spent the evening alone in the rectory wondering if Lady Nwafor was truly repentant about her supposed sins or was simply a plotting temptress sent to test his faith and thought of the old woman ranting on her doorstep.
Father Ikenna was right to suspect Lady Nwafor for, though she was a lapsed Catholic and part of her did want to be redeemed, she was driven by her need to satiate her desires and found nothing more exciting than tempting others into sin. The thought of tempting a priest to fall from grace was hugely appealing to her, and represented her biggest challenge so far. The people of Nkwelle had been easily influenced by her charms but a man of the cloth seemed a much trickier proposition, and one she could not resist.
She certainly made an impression on Father Ikenna who found himself thinking about her often during the following week, even waking up sweating in the middle of the night from an erotically charged dream where Lady Nwafor had appeared as naked Eve tempting him to eat fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. He began to imagine her as the ‘great harlot’ so prevalent in the Bible, a modern Jezebel here to test his moral character, and he knew he must resist her….
He began to dread the coming Saturday though, knowing that he would be forced to listen to the confessions of the people of Nkwelle no doubt their numerous sexual indulgences, and then finally Lady Nwafor's confessions which would be the most lurid of all. If only he had not been cursed with such a strong libido such matters would not torment him he thought to himself, finding he was becoming aroused at the thought of her intimate confessions.
Father Ikenna awoke on the Saturday with beads of sweat on his brow from yet more feverish, erotic dreams of Lady Chinasa Nwafor He braced himself as he got himself ready for confession, knowing this was going to be a long four hours, with Lady Nwafor arriving at the end with a long list of sins to confess.
He made his way to the confessional and right on the stroke of two o’ clock the first confessor arrived, taking a seat in the confessional, Father Ikenna sat opposite but facing away, separated by a black lattice screen that protected the confessor’s anonymity. Father Ikenna said the prayer of the Sign of the Cross then the man said softly “Bless me father, for I have sinned…” in a guilty sounding voice that wavered slightly.
He explained it had been years since his last confession but that his venial sins had all been carnal in nature. He confessed that he had been weak before temptation of the flesh and it had begun with his employment as a gardener at a rich widow’s mansion. Father Ikenna found himself getting aroused as the man confessed how the widow had seduced him by exposing her bare breasts to him in his tool shed, asking him if he wanted to lick them.
Father Ikenna knew instinctively that it could be none other than Lady Chinasa Nwafor and the confessor continued that every time he worked there she would seduce him, sometimes dressed in the most alluring way with heavy make-up and perfume that would overwhelm his senses and reason. Father Ikenna shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his involuntarily erection straining under his cassock.
By the end he was in a state of high arousal, almost forgetting to tell the man to perform the Act of Contrition, his mind filled with lustful images of voluptuous Chinasa. The man left having been told his sins had been forgiven, and this began a procession of the people of Nkwelle both men and women, young and middle aged, all confessing their descent into debauchery at the hands of Lady Nwafor. Father Ikenna sat in muted disbelief as he heard their tales of wickedness and carnal abandon.
He wanted to be shocked and disgusted, but he found himself more and more asking for prurient details, even letting himself rub his throbbing erection through his cassock which made him feel deeply guilty. After four hours of this, fifteen people and come and gone and it was six o'clock, Chinasa Nwafor herself was about to arrive and confess. He felt clammy and tense as he awaited her arrival, then heard the unmistakable sound of her footsteps slowly walking across the stone floor of the church, then she entered the confessional…..
Taking a seat, she began with “Father, this may take some time…as I said I haven’t been to confession for years…I may as well be totally honest with you, as the anonymity has gone already…it began during my marriage, my husband was away on business so much that I would get lonely, and he never wanted c***dren…”. She explained how she would find some fun in flirting with the gardener and other workmen who visited, but she never cheated on her husband.
When he died though, and she received his vast wealth, she moved to Nkwelle to put it behind her and found herself with so much time on her hands that sinful thoughts began to take hold of her once pure soul. She spent a vast sum on expensive lingerie and provocative clothes then found she had a gift for seduction.
Father Ikenna listened intently, feeling himself drawn ever more deeply under her spell, the mesmerizing sound of her deep, sensual voice captivating him, his whole body on fire with mounting desire. She confessed that her first fall from grace was with her best friend’s son who had come to stay with her whilst her friend was on holiday. He was only eighteen and so had been open to her seductive charms. From then on, she became addicted to sex and, in particular, very sinful or exotic sex.
Suddenly she asked “Have you never been tormented by those desires, Father? Have you never been tempted by the wonderful sensual pleasures of the flesh?“. There was an awkward silence. Through the lattice screen he could see her hitching up her dress over her thighs to reveal black stockings. She rode it up so high that he could see her stocking tops and he could barely breathe with the effect it had on him. She was here to seduce him, not to confess. It was obvious now….
“I have….always resisted the impulse….it is a sin against the body to defile the flesh with lust…as the Bible teaches….” he eventually replied. She crossed her stocking-clad legs and rubbed one against the other slowly, knowing Father Ikenna could see, his downward stare visible through the screen. “Oh yes, I know what the Bible says Father…but the more it says how sinful and wicked it is the more I want to do it…I must have the devil in me, Father…do you think I am beyond redemption?“
“No soul is beyond hope….we all have a dark side which the devil tries to bring out in us….we must fight it, guard against it..but is it forgiveness of sins you truly seek, Lady Nwafor? he replied, his collar feeling tight around his neck, his erection still throbbing, rock hard. “No Father…it is sin that I seek…..and I know that you do too, but you deny yourself…it torments you, doesn’t it?“
Father Ikenna flinched, she was moving in for the kill and he didn’t know whether he could resist such a tempting sight. She was his Jezebel, his great harlot and as she spread her legs he could see she was wearing no panties, the sight of her trimmed bush dimly visible through the lattice screen. She began rubbing her full breasts through her dress to arouse him further and moved her face close to the screen, licking her lips, and whispering “Debase me Father…make me a vessel of sin…no one need ever know….”.
It was more than he could bear, and his desire seemed to overwhelm him. He found himself leaving his seat and entering into her side of the confessional, whereupon she smiled and splayed her legs wide. “Come and taste the holy of holies, Father….” and he fell to his knees, crawling in between her thighs.
By now, he had lost all control of himself, his lower desires taking full hold of him. His tongue ran wild, running along the inners of her thighs and even Chinasa herself was taken aback by the force of his passion. He pushed apart her legs still wider with his hands on her knees and then ran his tongue slowly over her soaking wet snatch. She smiled to herself as he began licking her with a passion and intensity she had rarely experienced.
She knew full well that his chosen life of celibacy was unnatural for a man, a dam of sexual frustration and desire waiting to burst, and so it proved. She pulled her dress up over her hips then over her head, revealing her full, pert breasts caught in a black sheer bra, her thick, swollen nipples protruding through the fabric. The sight of this made Father Ikenna's cock throb and twitch, but he concentrated on pleasuring her pussy, loving the salty, tangy taste that he had never experienced before.
Chinasa was dying to see what this priapic priest had under his cassock, hoping to find him hung like a stallion. Father Ikenna's face was now glazed with her pleasure, his tongue prodding inside her then circling her labial lips. She thought how surprisingly adept he was at cunnilingus but he was going purely on instinct. He was a sensual soul by nature but his calling to the church had made him deny himself, and now it burst out of him as if he were a lion let loose from a cage.
She held the back of his head as he slavishly ate her out, then impatiently she grabbed him by the hair and brought him up to her face where she savagely licked her own juices off his face then thrust her tongue into his mouth. They shared a deep, lustful French kiss, their tongues swirling and delving to the back of each other’s throats, her passion meeting his. She then brought his head to her breast and he gorged on her red, swollen nipple through her sheer bra, then her hands slipped round her back and unclasped it, revealing the full glory of her breasts to him.
He sucked greedily on each nipple, moving his head from each to each, Biblical quotes of sin and vice running through his head, the voice of his conscience, but he was past caring now. He felt her already hard nipples harden further in his mouth and he’d never felt so utterly aroused, yearning to experience full sex for the first time in his life. She was fully in control of his every move and told him to stand on his feet and remove his cassock.
She was pleased by the sight of his body, firm and masculine but even more impressed with the huge bulge in his black briefs, so big that it poked out to the side. She wasted no time sliding them down and out it sprung at her, a thick, veiny b**st that was among the biggest she’d had the experience of, and she had known plenty. She grappled it, wrapping her hand round the thick shaft then licked some precum off the tip.
Father Ikenna had never experienced a woman touching his cock before, let alone lick it, and he had to close his eyes and breathe deeply not to cum instantly. She gently kissed the tip then wrapped her lips round the bulbous head, sinking them slowly down the shaft, her ruby lipstick leaving its stain. Chinasa found her mouth was stretched by his girth and felt the tip touch the back of her throat, making her gag a little. Father Ikenna was still fighting the intense pleasure he was feeling, making the sign of the cross on his chest as if to alleviate the sinfulness of the act, which only turned Chinasa on even more.
She pulled his meat out of her mouth and whispered “I want you inside me Father….” which almost made him shoot his seed there and then but another deep breath helped him regain some self-control. Chinasa leaned back on the wooden bench and spread her legs wide, her make-up smeared across her face. Father Ikenna thought she looked the very embodiment of the great harlot, and utterly irresistible at the same time. It was one thing to let her give him oral pleasure, but to enter her seemed altogether more sinful and his conscience told him it wasn’t yet too late.
The sight of her inviting wet peach of a pussy was simply more than he could bear though, and betraying himself once more, he guided his length inside her, entering with ease. She let out a slow sigh as he pushed in his eight inches and smiled at him, whispering “Oh Father…you feel so good inside me….now fuck me….”. Her face looked serious and full of desire, her eyes holding him in a trance to make sure he did what she wanted.
As he began to pump her slowly his entire body seemed on fire with sensations of pleasure he had not known even existed, and which he knew his devotion to his faith denied him, a faith that he had doubts about. He was inside her unprotected, and knew that there was even a risk that he could get her pregnant. He knew he must not let her tempt him into shooting his seed, though he knew how good that would feel. “Harder, Father….fuck me like a sinner…”.
Everything she said seemed to turn him on more, and he found himself grabbing her hips, then her ankles and aggressively rutting into her, his pace increasing with every thrust. As he held her legs aloft, his mouth kissed her stocking-clad feet which sent her into ecstatic moans and she herself thought how divine and delicious it would be for him to inseminate her. Somehow though, the thought of his semen covering her face seemed to excite her beyond measure, as she had only let a couple of men do this amongst her multitude of lovers.
They were both groaning and moaning as Father Ikenna pounded into her with surprising force, Chinasa hissing “Fuck me, Father…” in between her expressions of delight. He could sense the cum stirring in his loins, waiting to erupt like a volcano, but he knew he must fight the urge. He was spared this test of self-control though, for Chinasa suddenly implored “Father! Give me my Eucharist! Spray your sinner’s seed all over my slut harlot face….cum all over me…… pleaseeee….”.
With that, Father Ikenna pulled out and she fell to her knees in front of him. She stuck out her tongue at full stretch as she used to do when receiving a communion wafer, and the thought of perverting this sacred ritual made Father Ikenna unleash a torrent of thick, creamy white semen over her already make-up smeared face. It splattered against her cheeks and chin, some darting straight down her open throat. The intensity of the orgasm made Father Ikenna physically shake, and for the first time in his life he experienced sexual ecstasy, an ecstasy he had not found in his faith.
Arcs of his hot seed continued to dart over her face and hair, her whole face utterly drenched white. She plunged two fingers inside herself to bring on her own climax. As the priest’s seed dripped off her face down onto her pert breasts she felt her pussy twinge, a flood of her juices gushing over her thighs and onto the stone floor of the confessional. Father Ikenna had finally spurted his final drops and needed no prompting to lap up her own cum.
She lay back on the seat and he got back on his knees, greedily lapping up every drop like a thirsty dog, his desire insatiable. The frantic licking only made her twinge again, a fresh flood bursting over his face, the strong scent of sex filling the confessional. He dutifully cleaned her up and they shared one last sticky, debauched kiss before a deep sense of unclean shame possessed Father Ikenna.
He quickly threw his cassock back on and staggered out, feeling unworthy to even be in a church. Chinasa was unperturbed by this and merely licked her fingers clean, getting dressed before leaving the church, smiling to herself at another successful seduction and wondering what should be in store next for the fallen Father Ikenna.
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