M.
MICHAEL SARACEN
&
SISTER GENEVIEVE
A Holy Tale of Tail and Original
Sin
By Izzy Ess of Holiness &
Sinfulness
Monsignor
Michael Saracen was so surprised that Sister Genevieve was bathing nude,
outside his window, in the lily pads. He
watched dumbfounded as she stood and used her cloth to wash her bottom and her
pubic area. She seemed to know she was
observed as she posed thoughtfully by turning full around to show herself to
great advantage. She had two lovely
breasts of statuesque proportions, like the Venus of the artist’s village,
Milo, with her arms intact. And, like
the famous armless statue, she was lily-white.
Unlike the statue, Sister Geneviève had dark brown eyes and tiny nipples
that were pastel pink. She also had red
pubic hair and some sexy lashes and her nails were painted bloody red. Monsignor Michael was entranced as his
beautiful associate was slowly dressing.
Her jet black habit didn’t do her justice but he still saw nakedness
imprinted on his brain. When finally, she walked away and, with a Bible,
disappeared behind a hedge. He took a
step but hesitated and decided not to follow her. Instead he picked his Bible up and read it
fervently. He walked toward the ancient
chapel of Milano, Temple of the Holy Spirit, long ago established, in the year
of 1423 AD.
During
several weeks, Monsignor Michael got up early and observed the bathing ritual of
lovely Sister Geneviève. She seemed to
get quite bold and showed her private parts so blatantly to him, the youngest
priest in town. His lust was growing for
he’d never seen such pulchritude.
Resisting thoughts of self-sufficient satisfaction, he held his manhood
tightly and applied an ice bag, to it.
Monsignor
Michael plotted to surprise his heart throb, in the hedges, in that Monday
morning, in July. He plotted to confront
her with his nakedness. Having tossed
his underwear, Monsignor Michael, lifted high his robes and waited,, quite
excitedly, with manhood pointing up, towards the Heavens. Head in her own Bible, moving slowly, Sister Geneviève
was indeed surprised. She threw her
Bible in the air and screamed. Monsignor
Michael covered up and turned and ran.
He made it to his private chambers and he locked his door. He clutched his chest and fainted. A knock on his door did awaken him. It was the lovely Sister Genevieve. She saw that he was very pale and sweating
and she asked about his health. He
fainted once again. She checked his
heart and found no beat. She ripped his
shirt right off his chest and felt again.
This time she found a faint, fast heart beat and she smiled. She gave him mouth to mouth so tenderly, that
he responded and awoke, but quite confused.
The angelic sister helped him up and lay him down upon his bed. She loosened all his clothes and loosened
her’s as well. She smiled at him and he
smiled back. She lay beside him and
hugged him, tenderly. He responded and
he hugged her back. For several hours,
they smiled and hugged until the midday call for lunch was heard. Genevieve arose but Michael pulled her back
on top of him. He lifted up his robe and
Geneviève raised up the skirt of her black habit. She pulled her granny panties off and
straddled Michael who was quite prepared to make a union, there and then. It felt quite wonderful to be inside of her
and she felt good to have him there. She
pulled her habit off and helped Monsignor Michael to undress. The Monsignor did struggle somewhat with her
lacy corsette, smiling all the while.
The Sister smiled as well.
Completely nude and still enjoined, the couple wiggled to provide some
friction with a great effect. Our Sister
Geneviève began to moan. Her eyelids
fluttered as she felt excitement rise within her.
Suddenly
a thunder storm came up. The wind was
fierce and blew the roof right off his private chambers. Rain came pouring in and doused them both and
doused the sexy flame that had been kindled.
Reaching for the covers, they succeeded in attempts to make a tent to
cover up with satin bed sheets. Pelting
rain abated and they took their cover off, intending to get dressed and find
some other place to rendezvous. A shaft of
bright while light shown down, apparently between the angry clouds. Within the shaft the Holy Spirit, Jesus and
his Dad descended. They stood beside the
naked coupe, silently, as Angels, Gabriel and Lucifer, St. Peter and St. James,
descended to the room. The Cherubim and
Nephalim were hovering above and quite romantic music emanated from the
Heavens. Lucifer spoke first. “We really thought your technique wasn’t bad,
but frankly, you were going much too slow to be effective. Please step aside and I will demonstrate.” The Devil grabbed the lovely Geneviève and
quickly penetrated her in doggy style.
He held her derriere up high and pumped her vigourously ‘til she moaned
and screamed. All the other angels
clapped their hands and flapped their wings.
The music was the fanfare from, “Also Sprach Zarathustra,” by Herr
Richard Strauss. Our sister turned
around and kissed the Devil on the lips and hugged him. Sister Horny also asked demurely if he’d do
it once, again. The Dark Prince smiled
his evil smile and quickly nailed Geneviève, again; this time he utilized the
classical position that the missionary’s use to use. Geneviève was thrilled and screamed again,
delightedly. Poor Michael felt belittled
and he slinked away. The Nephalim alit
and took their turns at turning on the Sister Venus Geneviève. The Cherubim took aim and shot their arrows
at point blank. Still naked and
expectant, our Sister begged the Angels to keep at it and excite her even more. The light from Heaven started dimming. Genevieve became an angel, just like
Tinkerbelle and she ascended with the entourage and Trinity from Heaven, never
to be seen again on Earth.
Monsignor
Michael became the most religious of the young priests at The Temple. His dreams of Genevieve would haunt him for
his life-time even after he confessed an hundred times. His superiors suggested psychotherapy when
praying was so unsuccessful in relieving Michael’s most severe anxieties. He was referred for psychiatric institutions
in Milan and spent his whole career as priest for mental illness priests and
other patients. Medications and
electroshock were unsuccessful for him.
In
Heaven, Sister Genevieve was very popular with everyone. She felt a little guilty for her treatment of
her lover, Michael, but her optimism never dimmed. She recommended leniency from the Trinity and
they complied, completely, making sure that Michael would ascend to Heaven when
the Second Coming came.
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
August 21, 2013
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