Chapter 1: Priest Tests the Busty Hot Wife

Father Patrick Mallory

It had been three months since the app, and I was almost to 10,000 Faith Crystals.

Something very special would happen then.

My limo turned out of my church’s parking lot as we headed toward where Herbert Schumer lived. He had called me this morning, worried his wife cheated on him. I had the perfect test. The Bimbo App: Faith Edition was amazing. I had my bimbo nuns.

In fact, Sister Bethany Anne was driving the limo while the Bimbo Superior was in the back with me. The mother superior had gone from a wrinkly prude to a gorgeous MILF. She looked so sexy in the new habits. Their corsets left their tits bare and their skirts were so short they were practically useless. They had white thigh-high stockings and their wimple and veils, of course. They also wore their belts about their slender waist with their rosary beads.

Those served as portable sex toys.

Three months running my church as my personal domain. Donations were way up as men came in for confession and made contributions to find forgiveness in the embrace of my bimbo-nuns. They were such naughty things.

“Mmm, come sit on my cock, Bimbo Superior,” I said.

“Yesy yes, Fathery Mallory!” she squealed and crossed the limo. She was a mature bimbo who acted like she was sixteen. She mounted me. “I lovey dovey your holey moley cock in my sainty pussy!”

“That’s right,” I groaned as she gripped my cock. She stroked up and down me. “Mmm, let me feel that hot cunt around my cock, Bimbo Superior!”

“I’m super-eerie bimboy-nun!” she squealed, not realizing what she said. She was too dumb.

God, I loved bimbos.

Her pussy slid down my cock as I groaned, “Thank you, whoever gave me that app!”

God certainly didn’t send me this sinful app.

The mother superior’s hot pussy felt amazing. I savored that wonderful snatch. I knew that I wouldn’t be going to heaven without spending a million years in Purgatory for all these sins. I didn’t care, though. She felt glorious as she slid down my dick.

She bottomed out on me, her moans echoing through the limo. Her veil rustled around her face. I loved the sight as she slid her cunt up and down my cock. I groaned, reveling in the feel of that hot cunt working up and down my cock.

“Fathery Mallory’s hugey cock!” squealed the mother superior.

“Ooh, ooh, ridey him,” gasped Sister Bethany Anne from the front. She was my first nun. A young slut with such a tight slit. “I lovey dovey ridying his holey moley cock!”

“So holey moley in my sainty pussy!” gasped the mother superior.

“That’s fucking right,” I groaned, her delicious pussy feeling incredible around my dick.

I loved the way she rode me, her hips wiggling and stirring her cunt around my dick. She felt incredible about my cock. That hot pussy massaged me. I loved every inch of her wonderful twat massaging my priestly rod.

She felt wondrous. I gloried in that amazing pussy. She massaged me with all that hot flesh. She gripped my cock, her silky snatch riding me. Her moans echoed through the limo as we drove to the Schumer Residence.

“Ooh, ooh, are you gonna all floody me with your cummies, Fathery Mallory?” she moaned.

“What do you think?” I groaned.

“Um...” She paused in riding me. Bimbo Superior Geraldine Ruth looked so confused. “Thinky? That’s so hardy? Just telly me.” She bounced on my lap like a petulant child, her pussy sliding up and down my cock. “Pleasey please, Fathery Mallory!”

“Of course I am,” I said. “I love cumming in my bimbo superior’s cunt.”

She beamed at me. “Yay!”

Her cunt worked up and down me again. I treasured that moment, enjoying the heat of her twat sliding up and down me. She gripped me with that wonderful cunt. It was so amazing to have her sliding up and down my cock.

My nuts tightened as the slut worked up and down me. It was an incredible moment to have her riding me. She squeezed down on me with all that passion. I would just dump my load into her twat. She held me tight with her hot cunt.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s so goody and holey!” she moaned. “So holey in my cunty hole!”

“Damn straight,” I groaned and slapped my hands down on her plump rump.

She squealed, her pussy clamping down around me. She specialized in vaginal sex. They were either oral nuns, titty nuns, anal nuns, or pussy nuns. I enjoyed having that cunt sliding up and down me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

She clamped her twat down on me in just the right ways to add that extra massage. She was driving me wild. It was incredible to have her riding me like that. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum.

I craved that so much. It would be spectacular to have that pleasure sweeping through me. She plunged her cunt down my cock. She gripped my dick with that hot flesh. I shuddered, savoring that heat sweeping through me.

I would cum so hard.

Just burst in her.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Mmm,” she moaned. “That’s so good. That’s just incredible. I love it. I love it so much!”

“I know,” I growled. “Fuck, that’s good. That’s so fucking good!”

She nodded, her eyes sparkling with such heat. She plunged her cunt down my dick. She made me feel so good. I rushed toward that moment when I would burst. I could not wait for the pleasure to wash through me.

It would be perfect.

“Fathery Mallory!” she gasped. “I’m gonna go all cummy on you!”

“Do it,” I hissed. “Let me feel that pussy going wild around my dick!”

“Yesy yes, Fathery Mallory!” she moaned. She plunged her cunt down my dick. “Yay!”

She spasmed around my dick. Her hot flesh suckled at me. It was so good to have her writhing around my dick. I loved every inch of that hot flesh rippling around me. My nuts tightened as she bucked on me.

“Givey me your holey moley cummies, Fathery Mallory!” she squealed.

“Yes!” I roared and erupted.

I spurted my cum into her hot pussy. I loved the pleasure shooting through me. It was so hot having all that ecstasy spurting into my cunt. I savored every last moment of this passion. It was so good to have it shooting through me.

I dumped my load into her twat. I filled her up with my spunk. It was so good to have all that pleasure rushing through me. I grunted, dumping load after load of spunk into her flesh. I was so good to fill her with my jizz.

“So much holey moley cummies!” she gasped. “In my sainty pussy!”

“Yes, yes, your bimbo-saintly pussy!” I growled.

“Yay!” she gasped as she milked me dry.

I groaned, savoring that heat rushing through me. The bimbo superior was such a wonderful rush. I loved fucking all my bimbo-nuns. They were all so amazing. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed her pussy rippling around me as Sister Bethany Anne drove us.

The limo made a turn. I breathed slowly, almost drifting off into a post-coital bliss. However, the limo came to a stop. The GPS said something about arriving. The bimbos could be trusted to do complicated tasks.

But only if they somehow involved serving me. It was ... strange.

Strange but wonderful.

“We’re here,” I said.

“Yay!” squealed the bimbo superior. She bounced on my dick. “I lovey arrivying! It’s like cummying!”

“And since we’ve arrived, you have to get off my cock so I can get out of the limo,” I said with patience. You need patience with a bimbo.

“Righty right!” she slapped her palm against her forehead. “I’m such a dummy!”

“Yep, but I love you anyway,” I said.

That made her squeal and kiss me. Her lips were soft and playful. I groaned, savoring her kissing me. Her pussy gripped me. She slid up me and back down me. I gripped her rump. I wanted to keep letting her fuck me, but...

I broke the kiss and said, “We’re here. Get off me.”

“Oopsie daisy!” She slid her cunt off me. “I’m so glady we’re here.” She paused. “Where are we?”

“The GPSy place,” Sister Bethany Anne. “That’s where we are!”

“The Schumers,” I said and shoved my cock back into my pants.

I opened the door and climbed out. I straightened and stretched, feeling so good about this. My two bimbo nuns joined me, both taking my arms. I smiled and headed to the door in my black shirt with the white priest collar. I whistled as we reached the porch.

I rang the doorbell.

The door opened and a nervous Herbert Schumer stood there. He glanced around the street then motioned us in. “She’s upstairs,” he said. “I’m glad you’re here and...” He stared at my bimbos’ tits. “So glad.”

“We’re here to blessy you!” Sister Bethany Anne said.

“Yesy yes!” said Bimbo Superior Geraldine Ruth with absolute confidence before glancing at me. “Righty right?”

“Have your wife come down,” I said and pulled my phone out of my pocket. The best way to find out if a wife had been cheating was to see what sort of bimbo I could make her into. For married women, the app gave me two options.

“Honey,” Herbert called. “Father Mallory and his nuns are here to see us.”

“What?” his wife gasped. “Why is a priest here they here?”

Mrs. Kelly Schumer rushed down the stairs in a faded, yellow T-shirt, the logo on it all but destroyed by years of washing. She had on a pair of jeans, her brown hair swaying around her face. Her hazel eyes looked wary.

“I would have made tea,” she said. “Um, so what brings you to our home, Father Mallory? I’ve never gone to your church before.” She didn’t comment on the nuns. No one did. Neither were members of my parish going to a neighboring church.

Well, they would be.

“Your husband has some questions about your fidelity,” I said and aimed my phone at her.

“What?” she gasped.

A prompt appeared on my phone over her image. Bimbofy the faithful woman Kelly Schumer into a Bimbo Nun?

YES or NO

“Good news,” I said, keeping the phone on her, “she’s never cheated on you, Herbert.”

“What?” Mrs. Schumer gasped again, glaring at her husband. “You thought I was cheating on you?”

“Well...” He squirmed there. “You shaved your, um ... down there.”

“I lovey a baldy pussy,” said Sister Bethany Anne, licking her lips.

“I shaved for you!” Mrs. Schumer gasped, anger in her voice.

“Well, uh ... sorry.” He squirmed there.

“So, I can still make her into a bimbo-harlot for you like we discussed,” I said. “A whore that will do anything for you, but you will have to come to mass at my church.”

“Wait, say that again?” Mrs. Schumer said. “Turn me into a ... a bimbo-whore?”

“Harlot,” I said. “I can’t make a faithful wife who never cheated into a harlot, though. I can turn her into a bimbo-nun easily enough.”

“Which would mean?” the husband asked.

“Herbert!” His wife glared daggers at him.

“She’d be mine,” I said. “I would own her forever.”

He shook his head.

“Own me?” Now Mrs. Schumer glared at me. “Get out of my house right now, Father!”

“If I make her into a bimbo-harlot, though, she will do all those things for you that we talked about on the phone,” I said. “But I would have to make her cheat first.”

“Make me?” She pulled out her phone. “I’m calling the cops. I want you both the fuck out of my house!”

“But she would be mine?” asked Herbert. “You said that. She would be mine.”

“Well, other men would fuck her at mass,” I said. “And probably when you’re not around. At this point, she’s divorcing you.”

“You better believe I am,” she hissed. “Out!”

“So I’m bimbofying her one way or the other. My nun or your harlot?” I shrugged. “Choice is yours.”

“Harlot!” he spat out.

“Bastard!” she hissed.

“Sister Bethany Anne, eat out Mrs. Schumer’s pussy,” I ordered.

“Yay!” she squealed and darted forward. She dropped to her knees and attacked the wife’s jeans.

Mrs. Kelly Schumer

Anger boiled in me as I glared at my husband and the priest. I—

“Wait, what?” I gasped as the nun with the bright eyes and youthful face was unsnapping my jeans. “What are you doing?”

“Eating your yummy nummy pussy, silly!” she squealed and yanked my jeans off.

My eyes bulged as she tore down my panties next. I tried to stop her, my cheeks blazing hot. My shaved vulva was open for everyone to see. Before I could stop her, she buried her face into my snatch. She tongued my cunt.

“Fuck!” I gasped then clamped my hand over my mouth. I worked so hard not to swear, but that nun was... “She’s...”

“Talented,” the priest said as he watched. The other nun, her tits out, squeezed them. “Enjoy, Mrs. Schumer.”

“That’s going to make her cheat?” whispered my husband.

“No, no, when I fuck her before you,” the priest said.

I gasped at that, but I couldn’t do much more than shudder as that slut licked me. She tongued my cunt. Her tongue flicked around in my snatch. It was incredible to have her dancing around in me like that. My entire body trembled from the joy of this moment.

I could not believe how good it felt to have her licking me. She tongued my cunt with such passion. My eyes rolled back into my head. I whimpered. This was so wild. Her tongue felt incredible stroking through my folds.

A nun devoured my cunt. This was so surreal.

“Such a nummy pussy,” moaned the nun, her tongue stroking through my folds. She knew where to touch me. “I lovey dovey eatying cunnies! Married twaties are so goody!”

She was so good at it. She licked me with such passion. I could not believe how skilled she was at eating me out. I trembled there as her tongue flicked through my folds. She lapped at me with such passion. It was incredible to have her lapping at me like that.

She made me feel so incredible. I rose toward that moment when I would cum on her. I shuddered, enjoying the feel of her tongue lapping at my cunt. It was a wild moment to have this moment sweeping through my body.

I was in heaven right now.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I groaned. “That’s ... You...”

“Kelly,” my bastard of a husband groaned.

I glared at him, but my anger melted into bliss. That tongue was incredible. The nun had it swirling around in my cunt. That was incredible to have her doing that. I shuddered at the heat of this moment. She tongued me with such passion. I loved every moment of her lapping at me like that. It was a beautiful moment.

Her tongue flicked out of my snatch to my bud. I gasped as she did that. The priest whispered something to other nun. She squealed and darted forward. She grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it off. I didn’t fight her.

I lifted my arms, whimpering. Those soft lips nibbled on my bud. I shuddered, rising toward my climax. A lesbian climax. I had been a faithful Catholic woman all my life. I had never done anything so sinful, and now...

Now...

I would drown a slutty nun with my pussy cream.

My bra came off. My big breasts spilled out. I groaned as they swayed, my dark-red nipples so hard. I gripped them. Pinched them. Pleasure shot down to my cunt. Sparks sizzled from my clit as the nun licked them.

“Oh, Lord,” I groaned. “I’m going to cum. I’m really going to cum. This is insane.”

“Yes, yes, insane,” the priest said, his eyes bringing with such heat. He was enjoying this so much. “Make her cum so hard!”

I just swayed there as I rose toward that moment when I would burst. I would just have such a huge climax. I could not help it. This felt so good. Her lips swirled around my bud. The pleasure swelled in me.

I would just burst.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I gasped out, not caring that I was swearing. “Oh, shit, yes!”

I exploded.

My pussy spasmed as the pleasure rushed through me. I trembled, the ecstasy sweeping through my flesh. It was so wild to feel that wonderful bliss drowning my mind. I groaned through all that wondrous bliss. It was so amazing.

I enjoyed this moment. It was beautiful.

Waves of rapture drowned my thoughts as the nun licked at my cunt. She giggled her delight as my heart pounded. I groaned as the pleasure swept forward. The priest was unzipping his pants. His cock popped out.

“So huge!” I gasped.

“What?” my bastard husband gasped.

“Suck his cock, Bimbo Superior,” he said.

“Yesy yes!” the older nun squealed and darted for my husband.

I swayed there as the priest stripped naked. He was so fit. He unbuttoned his shirt, removing his starched collar. I shuddered as my orgasm peaked in me. I could not believe it, but I felt so good. So weak. I just wanted...

That big dick in me.

I fell back onto the couch. No, the nun pushed me back. My pussy cream dripped off her chin. She beamed up at me as the priest moved forward. The sloppy sounds of the bimbo superior’s blowjob echoed through my living room. The priest knelt before me, my legs spread wide.

My shaved pussy lips parted, eager for him.

“Honey,” my husband groaned.

“You deserve this for thinking I was cheating on you!” I hissed. “Ooh, fuck me, Father!”

The priest rammed his big, thick dick into my pussy. I shuddered at his girth, my legs wrapping around his cock. I held him to me. I was so glad to have all his dick in me. He felt so good. I enjoyed this moment so much.

I shuddered, reveling in his hard dick in me. He stretched me out to the max. I loved it. He drew back his cock. My pussy melted around him. I groaned in delight as he thrust back into my snatch. He buried into me with his mighty rod.

“Father!” I gasped.

“Kelly,” whimpered my husband, the nun sucking his cock.

“Oh, Father, you’re so big and thick! I’ve never had another cock in my pussy, but...” I smiled wickedly at him. “I am glad you’re in me. Ooh, let me cum so hard on you!”

“I will, my child,” he said in faux-piousness.

His cock drew back. My cunt gripped his thick shaft. I shuddered at the feel of him. He slammed back into me. It felt so good to have him burying into my cunt. He thrust away at my twat. He fucked me so hard, my pussy melting around his shaft.

I gasped and moaned, my boobs bouncing as he fucked me. The priest gripped my tits. He squeezed them as he buried his thick shaft into my cunt again and again. He churned me up with that huge rod. I loved the way that he fucked me. He plowed into me with so much passion. It was incredible to have him slamming into me.

I felt incredible. I loved this so much. He made me feel incredible. He buried into my cunt with such hard thrusts. I loved the feel of that mighty rod hammering my cunt. My pussy gripped his dick as he buried into me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimpered.

“That’s right,” he growled. “You’re going to cum so hard on me, right?”

I nodded, savoring that huge dick fucking into my twat. He buried into me with everything that he had. I loved the feel of him plowing into me with that mighty cock. He buried into me with so much force. It was outstanding.

He pounded me so hard and fast. I loved it so much. It was an incredible rush to have him fucking me. He plowed to the hilt in my married pussy. My thighs gripped him as he pounded me. He groaned, slamming into me.

I shuddered, loving this so much. It was wild to have all this cock in me. The priest’s strong hands slid up to my nipples. He found my nubs and twisted them. I gasped as he did that. It felt so good to have him teasing me like that.

“Oh, Father!” I whimpered as he twisted my nipples.

I loved the feel of him twerking them. It was so good to have that happening. It made me feel so good. I loved every second of it. I enjoyed this passion. Her pussy gripped my cock. She held me tight. I loved every second of it. I just reveled in that hot flesh.

“Oh, that’s so good!” I moaned. “That’s amazing. Don’t stop fucking me, Father!”

“Shit,” my husband groaned, the bimbo superior sucking on his dick.

I ignored him as I enjoyed that thick cock churning me up. He fucked me so hard and fast. It was wild to have that pleasure building and building in me. I hurtled toward my climax. I rushed toward my climax on his wondrous dick.

I wanted to cum on him.

I wanted his jizz to flood me. That would show my husband. If I got pregnant, that would really show him for thinking I was a cheating harlot. I clamped my cunt down on his big cock. He buried into my snatch so hard and fast.