The Convent - Sex Stories

The Convent

Father Adrian arrived at St Mary's church and school a few weeks back and was now taking a tour with Sister Ruth. He was an attractive priest, about forty years old, who would live at the rectory and was now seeing the school, along with the convent for the nuns who ran the school. Sister Ruth was the mother nun at the convent where fifteen nuns lived.

He said, “At my last parish, I went to the convent each week to hear the sisters' confessions, and hoped I could do that here as well.”

“That would be wonderful.” Sister Ruth said.

“Great. How about Friday and Saturday evenings?”

“That sounds good. We can start this weekend.”

So when Friday came, Father Adrian went to the convent and asked Sister Ruth where he could begin. She told him to hear confessions from the Sisters who had their own rooms on Fridays, and on Saturdays, the younger Sisters who shared a room. One could go to the lounge, so he could hear the other's confession, and then they'd switch.

So he started with Sister Ruth and followed with the older sisters, and each confession sounded about like the others.

But then he went to Sister Elizabeth's room where he found a good and fit-looking sister, who seemed to be about in her mid-30s, in her habit.

“I've seen you around the church lately, Father, and I've looked forward to meeting you,” she said.

“Glad to be here, Sister, but let me ask ... why do the sisters wear the habit here in the convent?”

“We wear it any time we meet someone who ...

... doesn't live here,” she replied. Then she said she was ready to give her confession.

“Bless me Father for I have sinned,” she began. “It's been three weeks since my last confession.” Then he heard the same sort of things as all the other sisters until she said, “I'm afraid I may have broken my vow of chastity. You see, I've been having sexual dreams lately.”

“I see,” said Father Adrian. “And what happened in these dreams?”

“Well, they were about you, Father.”

“Really. What did you dream?”

“Well, you were touching me and getting me aroused, and then having me sit on top of you for sex.”

“Well, I'm flattered that you'd dream about me like that, Sister Elizabeth. Did you enjoy these dreams? Did they arouse you? Did you do anything about it?”

“I've led a sheltered life and never dreamed like that until I saw you for the first time. But the dreams did arouse me, and I hoped each night I'd have another one of those dreams, and even more, that you'd come to see me. Sometimes I'd wake up after a dream and touch myself.”

“Well, that's quite a lot. But the Lord forgives you for your sins. For your penance, say one rosary.”

“Father, I was hoping my penance could relate more to my sins, so I'd remember them and not sin that way. Maybe my penance could be something like what I dreamed about.”

“Sister!” he blurted. “That would be another sin!”

“Not if you made it my penance.”

Father Adrian was faced with a dilemma. The priest in him knew this was wrong, ...