A-Theism, the Great Godkiller Ch. 02

"Pardon?"

"That altar," she pointed, "is used by the priest to prepare the host which is given to all Catholics or even non-Catholics who genuinely want it. It used to be done semi-secretly over there," she pointed to a smaller but grander one imbedded in the stone base for the story high crucifix. The cross made no bones about the many hours of torture Jesus endured before and during his Roman execution. Just below his punctured and bloody feet, imbedded into the altar's high backed facade, was a gold plated niche resembling an expensive knick knack compartment. "He would prepare them with his back turned in the days when mass was done in Latin. My Grandma still goes to Latin mass every Christmas and I swear she knows it all by heart!" Huong laughed. Yusef passed her and stepped to the pre-Vatican II preparation site like he was on sacred land. Carved into it were religious symbols he naturally did not understand and intricate depictions of plants and animals he imagined were there just because they looked nice. "Many churches just ripped them out but we kept ours," she smiled with pride as he continued admiring the craftsmanship.

"What's that?" he pointed to the small niche protected by ornate gold doors.

"That's the tabernacle. It's where the host is kept before mass. As well as a few other sacred vessels."

"You know, this might come as a surprise, but I don't hate religion. It's always fascinated me..."

"Has it?"

"Oh very much. You know, someone once told me that Catholicism isn't based on the Bible. That it's just traditions that have grown up around it." Huong tilted her head rightways and her eyes looked to the left. After a few moments, she had her answer.

"Yeah, I suppose that person's right," she smiled and stepped closer to him. Still admiring the altar, he felt her small hands touch his back reassuringly like a teacher urging him to press on during a difficult portion of a test.

"Truly beautiful," he muttered as he softly shook his head.

"I'm glad you like it," she smiled as her hand delicately rubbed his shoulder and caressed his upper back. Yusef treated her comforting gesture with deference until it continued for a whole minute. His back stiffened and Huong withdrew her hand. He turned to her.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" she asked curiously. He nearly pressed her but thought against it.

"So where are your sisters?" he changed the subject.

Frowning slightly, she conceded her answer. "They should get here in a few moments."

"Good. It'll be nice to take a break from my routine," he answered honestly. It seemed to him that he had been on the road for years, going from place to place, meeting so many new faces, and almost every time seen the backs of their heads while he fucked them from behind. Though as horny as ever, these nuns represented a welcome and refreshing change.

Sure enough the sisters, dressed in their habits, steadily arrived and sat in the front pews, idling chattering away. Unlike Huong they further encased their faces with the white hat support that separated their forehead from the cloth cap. They also wore a pure white cloth circle around their necks and over their shoulders like a tablecloth. Contrary to his image of the whizzened but well meaning Mother Angelica type, not one looked over forty and, perhaps because Huong's little dress up at his speech had broken the barrier that prevented him from seeing nuns as objects to be desired, he could see they ranged from average looking to stunningly gorgeous. One, slightly older than Huong, had breasts so voluminous that, as she walked, they made the waist section of her habit billow several inches in the open air. Strangely this was more attractive than the waist hugging dresses of other comparably gorgeous but less endowed women. As if suffering from lower back pain, that same nun audibly winced as she sat down and adjusted in her seat for half a minute before finally settling—either from achieved comfort or acceptance of her uncomfortable position.

"So now that we're all here..." Huong started.

"Wait," Yusef interrupted, "I only count twelve. Aren't there any more?" The large church grew awkwardly silent as the nuns ceased their chatter and looked uncomfortably at the floor. The oldest one finally broke it.

"There have been, uh, some changes since May," she alluded to the Schock prizes.

"Yes, Sister Huong told me your priest left."

"She's correct. However, many of us had a crisis of faith—I think you call it a 'rupture' in your book—and others like our Mother Superior became fanatical." She rolled her eyes and twitched her brow, suggesting more complexity than she was willing to detail. "They went off with her to D.C. to organize the Rally of the Faithful march planned for this month."

"Oh of course," he nodded as if this was obvious. Though Yusef never once thought of openly mocking the religious remnant, he solemnly believed attempts like these were rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. "And you all?"

"We're kind of in between. We're waiting and, I think everyone will agree with me on this," she leaned forward to look at her sisters, "to hear what you have to say before we make our decisions." The nuns all nodded in agreement.

"Alright then. Do you want to hear one of my prepared speeches or would you rather have a Q&A?"

"What would you like to do?" Huong asked eagerly, not sitting with her sisters but remaining behind him. Though she clearly intended to accommodate him, her anxiousness was strangely off putting since he was being asked to give these holy sisters direction.

"Well, I know my speeches by heart now but I'd rather just take your questions to mix it up a bit." He did not wish to offend; when as popular and desirable of a speaker as himself ran the circuit, there was the inevitability that every engagement would be just another day at the office but, not embellishing too much, the event of a lifetime for a few attendees. Yusef was sure that many students, hanging on his every word, banking on more to come, and anxious to get their battered books signed, were cursing the protesters who took Yusef away from them. Both parties in this situation however were eager to accommodate the other and Yusef didn't mind doing pro bono work provided it did not interfere with monetary gain. "So what kinds of questions do you have?" he asked as he sat on the steps before the altar. He spread his hands open, ready to receive whatever they could give. Huong joined him on the steps and hugged her knees.

Finally they spoke and for the next hour the nuns, all of whom seemed to have read his book, asked him to elaborate on cryptic or esoteric references to logic and the consequences of a-religiosity. Though he articulately answered every question, too much of the time was spent apologizing for the quality of his book. Though Yusef couldn't explain why, the mere presence of the nuns made him feel guilty for every flaw.

"It was really rushed to the publisher—they wanted anything regardless of how well written because they knew it would sell," he explained the first time. "When it comes out in paperback I'll work on all that. Believe me, I have a list of problems I'll fix," he laughed. The sisters laughed as well but Huong, whose voice came from behind his ears, especially chortled at his humor. Since she was but halfway through his book, much of their session was brand new and either captivated her eager mind or lost it in a sea of confusion that only allowed her to helplessly laugh.

"Well what I was talking about there," he answered another question, "was God's role as a base in philosophy like evolution in biology," he paused mid sentence as he heard Huong's body slide closer, her hips touching his own, "and," he squeaked like a pubescent teen, "that it would slowly wither to very little without Him."

"Yeah, you really don't like philosophy, do you?" Huong laughed, seamlessly pressing her body even harder. The nuns laughed at his startled shaking. Could it be they enjoyed watching Huong advance on him?

"I, um, like philosophy just fine," he cleared his throat, "I teach it. It's the 'I think therefore I am' stuff that I can't stand. Guys like Mill are OK, they're political philosophers. But people often think that's what philosophy is and neglect logic so it just irks me."

"True, true," the busty sister replied. "I knew it existed but that was about as far as it went." Excepting Huong, who stared longingly at the tan man before her, the fellow sisters nodded in agreement.

When no more questions arose, Yusef thanked the ladies for the discussion and slapped his knees to rise but Huong quickly placed her small hands onto his inner thigh to hold him down; this intimate contact after nearly two hours of obvious flirtation flooded Yusef's dick and swelled it from a flaccid inch and a half to a hard seven in 4.6 seconds. He certainly could not get up now or else offend the sisters with it.

"On behalf of our Abbey I'd like to thank you for your talk, I'm sure we all found it most enlightening," she smirked and suggestively raised an eyebrow, much to the amusement of the penguins sitting comfortably in the pews. Finding his erection, she squeezed it and abandoned any subtlety. Yusef laughed uneasily and looked to her and her sisters as if searching for a way out. Huong smoothly leaned her head to his ear.

"I need you, now," she whispered loudly enough for everyone else to hear. Held in place by her still clenching hand upon his erection, he shifted uncomfortably. Sure she was attractive and under normal circumstances he would pursue her, but she was practically a nun and, though not raised in the faith, he recognized her purity.

"I, uh, can't," he answered facing forward as the sisters sat pensively and watched the scene unfold.

"You certainly seemed to like me in that little girls uniform," she recalled. "You had no problem ogling me when you thought I was underaged," she whispered again, her hot breath curling the small hairs on his lobe with its wetness. Though he'd been hoping she was of age rather than intentionally lust after jailbait, she had a point; he could find her attractive despite constructed obstacles like age of consent laws or her holy station. "Would you prefer it if I take off my habit? Would that make you more comfortable fucking me?" She seductively removed her cap and threw it to her sisters' feet. Giving in far more easily than he feared, he gulped.

"Where can we?" he spat out.

"What's wrong with right here?" Shocked, he turned his head to her.

"Right here? In the Abbey?"

"No, right there," she nodded to the front altar, "in front of them," she pointed to her pensive sisters.

"You're crazy!"

"Not at all," she squinted, her lips reaching for his ear "we're liberated, Godkiller," she whispered again as her delicate mouth gently nibbled his hanging lobe, drawing his eyes closed in pleasure. As if on cue, the nuns stood and walked over to the couple. Huong relinquished his ear and promptly stepped away from the scene as two nuns reached under his armpits and raised him. One briefly clasped her hands, knelt before him, unfastened his belt, lowered his zipper, and dropped his pants while another started pulling his shirt over his head, raising her arms into the air with seeming reverence.

"No, wait..." his eyesight obscured by his shirt, he weakly protested but was silenced by a smothering kiss from the bustier nun whose tits pressed against his chest whilst her hands simultaneously dropped his boxers. In a short time he stood exposed and surrounded by black and white in this holy place. He looked to the crucifix above the back altar, the saddened face of Jesus looking down upon the scene, then to Huong who remained in her holy dress but with eyes bereft of any lingering lustrous sanctity as she, and the others, stared longingly at his throbbing erection. She leapt atop the altar and laid herself down, spreading her knees within the confines of her ankle length black dress. "Aren't you going to take it off?" he signaled his commitment to her request but showed a modicum of resistance.

"I wore this as I came closer to God," she began as she genteelly rolled up her skirt like an old fashioned can of sardines, exposing her hairy black muff, "and now I want you to take my virginity as I cum farther away." Indicative that he had chucked Huong's divine station from his mind and out the stained glass window, her nakedness beneath her sacred garb but faintly resonated with him.

The sisters still hovered about, escorting him to Huong; he accepted his duty and climbed onto the altar. With eager eyes they looked on, his naked body ascending their still holy altar, and his body hovering over their young novice, her hair lay spread like a halo on the cold marble. He straightened his arms on either side of her anxious writhing body, careful not to touch his naked person to her covered but eager form or the frigid stone. Her hands reached up to his broad shoulders and wrapped themselves, forcing his heavy body upon her. Their mouths locked in a novel embrace, tentative like one would share with a new mate but with all the passion and want of two new lovers desperately wishing to explore further.

She moaned in delight at the new sensations of intimacy and lust, overwhelming her otherwise low intimacy baseline and twitching her body joyfully at his slightest touch. But unfamiliar with her own genitalia let alone his, her shyness forbade her to insert his cock herself. As they kissed, the sisters encircled, save for two who passed the altar to the tabernacle at the foot of the crucifix. They removed the gold plated chalice and perfume bottle sized containers of a red liquid that Yusef, between his delicate kisses of Huong's face and neck, determined to be red wine. The sisters mumbled a few words over the wine and poured it into the chalice.

"Just stick it in, I don't want to be a virgin anymore," Huong moaned between their embrace, begging for relief from her lifelong celibacy. He gave her one soft kiss and, after planting his knees more securely on the slowly warming stone, grasped his cock before slowly inserting it into her sopping hairy hole. Even with just the head, he met significant resistance, forcing her beautiful face to wrinkle and wince. "It's fine," she inhaled sharply, "just keep going," she lied to make him continue. Yusef saw through this of course but his lust made him act, slowly inserting each dry inch into her tight velvety wet pussy until he came to the hilt, her vagina whimpering in pain to accommodate his girth. He stayed their awhile, lowering his body to hers as she wrapped her arms around his back and embraced him.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, fine, just go..." she sighed with an eagerness that outweighed her obvious physical discomfort. Her forehead was sweating. He turned his head to the sisters, their gazes still locked upon them, and finally pulled his hips back, withdrawing to the rim of his glans before pushing it back it and drawing another but less prolonged wince from his Asian novice. With each withdrawal and thrust, she grew more accustomed and his cock slid more easily into her looser and lubricated walls. After a few minutes of cautiously slow but intimate penetration, her appearance softened and she briskly grasped his ears, pulling his head to her mouth, and kissed him voraciously. Her hands, free to move wherever they please on his naked body, had the distinct pleasure of exploration whereas his spent most of their time supporting his weight even as he lay upon her bodice. Though her petite breasts were hidden beneath her black habit, the religious uniform and his defiling of the woman wearing it was a greater turn-on than he'd expected and he surprisingly found himself pumping harder than he had for any virgin before her.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes..." she moaned while his mouth and tongue explored her steamy warmth of her delicate neck and engorged lips, tasting her salty sweat and tears. She pressed harder and wrapped her bare legs around his back as she hungrily received what he gave her with savage grunts for each deflowering thrust. "Yes, take me!" she cried, concentrating intently on the fast approaching orgasmic sin—the last step separating herself from a God with whom she had already devoted so much of her life. But just as her pleasure came to its peak, the 40ish nun carried the wine filled gold chalice to Huong's level. She relinquished his head and removed her lips as she turned her body to the side, roughly grasped the chalice, and drank horizontally as best she could. She slurped noisily, possibly spilling more down her chin and dripping onto her soft flesh and hard stone. Yusef licked it off her chin and neck in short order only to be offered the cup himself. Embracing their ritual, he slowed his penetration much to the novice's dismay, and thirstily downed the remaining wine as the nun's chanted in unison.

"The blood of Christ..." He jerked it back to them and swiftly resumed fucking with all deliberate speed, pleasing Huong who resumed her audible whimpers as each attack brought her closer to the unknown limit of orgasm.

"I'm feeling something," she moaned beneath him, sweat dripping onto the altar.

"You probably won't cum your first time," he answered knowingly. "Even experienced women don't always get it during regular sex," he punctuated each panting word with a quick breath.

"Then, then, what's this?!" she arched her back and clenched her eyes as the muscles around her sex spasmed in glorious orgasm, spreading throughout her whole, filling her heart, and flooding her mind with divine relief of 22 years of voluntary celibacy. "Oh fuck Goddamnit!" she shouted as she pressed his lips closer with the strength of a woman thrice her strength. This was all Yusef needed and, sooner than he expected, his own orgasm boiled within his balls. He desperately sought an exit so he would not cum inside her. He struggled to escape her tight lock.

"Please, you have to let me pull out," he begged her, his orgasm bubbling within his loins.

"No! I want to carry a piece of you with me!" she urged, clasping her arms and hands behind him. No longer caring and quickly complying, he impale more furiously than before until his cum raced through his loins and filled her with four voluminous spurts as he continued to pump his steadily softening sensitized cock. Sweating like mad above his clothed beauty, he collapsed his whole weight atop her, his head on her breast and his cock still inside. She lovingly caressed his head, keeping it close to her calming but still rapid heartbeat, as the realization of their location slowly resurfaced. The nuns gazed lecherously at the expression of humanity's carnal nature upon their altar, some obviously struggling not to applaud the bravery of the display.

"The body of Christ..."

But naturally the fact he was naked atop a nun on an altar at the front of a church dawned on him once again and, as his limp cock finally pulled out of her cum filled hole, he descended from the altar and quickly tried to reassemble his clothes.

"No, no, no, no, no," the sisters begged as their unseen feet stepped closer to him and their arms touched his bare body to prevent his dressing. "We don't want you to leave yet..." one proclaimed.

"Oh, so you just wanted me to fuck one of your own. Is that it? Show just how depraved I am?!" he accused.

"No, you don't understand. We already had our minds made up about whether we'd stay or not. We just wanted to be with the man who showed us the light," another one continued. "You're a wonderful philosopher like Jesus must have been 2,000 years ago, and we just want to be a part of that," the older one explained. "Surely there's no harm in that?" the busty one finished with a wince, displaying the same discomfort as she did when she first sat in the pew.