Preacher

Cover credit to Grim~Creeper

1959 London

Sister Madiline screams aloud, grabbing hold of her bed spread tightly as I again push into her harder and faster, making her scream her husband, Jesus Christs name so loud that the ravens that guard the bording catholic school fly away scarsly while I plan on staying right here for at least two more minutes. I push into the 21 year old nun as hard as I can, feeling her almost snap into under the pressure buikding inside her and myself, the best type of pleasure only created by angels and that pleasure is the art of cumming.

If you look at it that way, she is the portrait and I am the painter because I have her completely under my control.

"Maddie!" I shout as I push back down, holding onto her hips from her back as I top, shes bare back and I am a completly naked 17 year old pupil here. Nevertheless of the only 2 weeks of being here in solitary confindment for graffiting the church doors with '666' but fuck, I'd get kicked out for this shit. Ive never done anything quite this big before and she certainly hasnt done anything as big as mine before. Not to toot my own horn but at the end of the day, she could fuck hundreds of men which would be super ironic cause shes a nun but shed never find a dick like mine, because its mine and no one else can have it.

"Sister Madiline..." A tall dark haired young preist marches through the big oak woodern doors at her scream, his voice showing ergency as shaken as the bed which I was helping with. Her pale skin showing purity as almost as white as her bedsheets but not nearly as white as she was, dirty bitch.

And by luck, this was the exact moment that she screams and cumms all over the place, screaming my name as loud, so loud that the Gods in the almightly heavens could here, especially with this high celinged room the fucking chastity belted father enters with an already thunderous face.

Fucking Great.

The priest stops as I sweatily collapse onto her bare chest, her hust pressed against mine and her lips inches away. Fair play, for a virgin, she was pretty good at sex. Ive taken a few virgins over my short reign but she was definitely in my top 10 of virgins.

Yes okay, I had sex with my 'teacher'.. which is also a nun.... which is also 21 but its cool, cool untill the fucking priest walks in while your doing the dirty. Fuck, oh well guess my mom and dad in Belleville will have to take me back. Oh Wait! they wont since I'm such a fuck up. I mean imagen Mother Lydia discovering that a mental patient as a school of catholics fucked a nun in the nuns sleeping quarters while I was supost to be in the living room listening to that fucking song with all those pcycos. No fucking way, lock me up in solitary before she sends me to doctor fuck face.

"Sister Madiline! Who's this?" The priest demands while I finish sucking her nipple softly, teasing her to squeel again while the priest is her like a bad porno.

"Hi-" I turn to face the priest "I'm Frank Iero." and damn, he looked pissed. I blow the hair out of my eyes and smirk that killer smirk before giggling alittle to myself earning a well deserved nudge off Maddie but fuck it was worth it.

So, the priest didn't look amused. Really didn't. I guess Sister Lydia will surley be seeing my fabulous ass soon enough.

The Priest demands for me to "Greet my clothes oncemore" and sends Sister Madiline to the church across the small river, accross from the gazibo down by where I get my smokes from the local dealer to 'prey for her imortal soul' while I giggle senclessly at his seriousness. Who the fuck preys for their soul? We're all going to hell anyways.

Right now, I'm doddeling behind the priest who marches seriously, reseving hot looks from the nuns and other patience. His features are God like, he has a good jaw line, midnight straight hair, pale brown eyes on the verge of green and long thin limbs with a New Jersey accent similar to mine, too similar to be just fate.

We stop outside a large woodern door with a name tag fermly and shiny onto the door, brand new. It reads "Father G. Way" Which must be him since the other father was some old fat pedo dude who is lost likely touching up the other patience while they sleep in their little shit boxes these bastards call a bed.

Wordless, I enter after the Father and stand awkwardly while he sits down onto his chair in his room, turning on a lamp near his dest and turns to face me.

"Iero... Iero... where have I heared that name before?" He mutters to himself before turning to a huge filing cabinate. He opens the bottom door and traces his fingers before pulling out an already huge folder.

"Sit, please." He points towards a chair infront of the woodern desk where again his name tag lays and theres 2 photographs in woodern modern frames. One with a black and white photograph of who I presume is his grandmother and the other is on a beach, a young blonde haired boy standing hip to hip with a huge smile with a tall dark haired older boy, eyes small to stop the hot sunlight burning his small eyes. Theres a beautiful blonde woman in a swimsuit, very pretty with her srms wrapped around a tall dark haired man who looks almost identical to the older boy kissing the woman on the cheek. Theres a lighthouse behind and a huge sun castle and glittering waves. It must be Father Way and his family, possible himm his wife and kids or his mother, father him and his brother?

He quickly reads over my file while I stare out of the window, wishing I was the other side of the fence and away from here, dick deep into someone, anyone while high on coke and smoking, drinking and doing whatever the fuck I want. Thats all I've wanted in live but oh fucking no, I'm a pcycopath who needs to be locked up for all my bad behavior. Hell, my parents shipped me half way around the world to send me to the best catholic mental asylum, one of the only catholic mental asylum.

"Your a troublemaker Frank. Do you know how serious this issue is? You slept with one of my staff members and a nun at that!" He slams his fist onto the desk making me jump alittle. I also find it highly amusing that he thinks he's a tough man, stronger and more street wise than me because hes older and hes free. If he wanted to, he could go, leave here and go to a bar, get drunk, fuck a girl, marry a girl, a fucking woman.