Author: Circ_05
Title: Papal Sanction
Part: 1
Universe: Papal Sanction
Summary: Some MC fun in a catholic church.
Keywords: MC, mF/M, nc, inc, priest, church,



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Papal Sanction was the first story I ever wrote, and I was kind of lazy 
about it. I basically did some minimal editing to the rough draft and 
published it just as it was, with absolutely terrible dialog structure. 

This is the revised version.  Its still not perfect, but its a hell of a lot 
better than the original; and if I fuss over this story too much I'll never
get on with other things.

I'd like to thank the people that have already written me feedback on 
this story. I had intended to make this into a series, and I'm sorry I 
never got around to writing more. I wouldn't say that the idea of more 
stories in this universe is dead, but I have other stories I need to 
finish before I get back around to this one.

If you would like to share any feedback--or if you'd like to spam me 
with viruses--you can reach me at circ_05@yahoo.com or you can usually
find me hanging out on the Kristen Archives forums www.kristensboard.com

If you send me email, please put the name of the story, or the name of the 
site you found the story, into the subject line of the email. Erotic authors
get an unbelievable amount of spam, and I would hate to accidentally delete
your message.


Thanks again.

Enjoy.


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Father Hoag looked at the vials in his hands and shook his head.
He is having trouble believing that what he just saw was real. He
had received a package of strange vials filled with white fluid
in the mail this morning, and just after he had opened the
package he received a phone call, from the Pope himself. The
Pope had given him implicit instructions. "We want to test out a
new theory. And your church, Father Hoag, has been chosen as the
first American church to test the new formula," the Pope said.

"I'm honored, your holiness. Uhm, what exactly am I
going to be doing?" said Father Hoag.

"You are going to be saving the souls of your
congregation."

Father Hoag frowned, "That sounds wonderful, but just how am I going 

to do that?"

"You see those vials you are holding in your hand?"

Father Hoag looks at the vials he is holding, then looks over his
shoulder and at the ceiling, "Uhm yes, I have the vials,"

"Don't be alarmed , I went ahead and had a few cameras
installed in your church so we could gather accurate information
from the test."

Father Hoag frowned again and looked around his office suspiciously.

"Don't look so dismayed, Father Hoag,"

"Uh, no your holiness, I am honored. So what am I to do with the 'formula'?"

"You will save the souls of your flock. What you hold in your hands is the 
key."

Father Hoag turned the vials over in his hands. They were glass
vials that appeared to hold about 6 oz of fluid each and had
silver caps that had the papal seal engraved into them. Father Hoag 
looked at the vials suspiciously.

"I took the liberty of having a few modifications made to
your office and to the office next to yours. Open the coat closet
next to your desk." the Pope said.

Father Hoag walked to the wooden closet and opened the doors. He
saw four television monitors, with four VCRs, and a remote
control sitting atop each television.

The screens on the televisions showed the same scene from
different angles. A room with a large couch in the center, and
what looked to be sound proofing material on the walls.

"I don't understand," Father Hoag said.

"You will. The room on the screens is the office directly
next to yours. Here is what I want you to do; you have weekend
therapy sessions with members of your flock do you not?"

Father Hoag nodded, "Yes, I do. The first ones should be arriving any
moment. Klare Costan and her son, Jake."

The pope chuckled, "Excellent. This is what you are to do; take
one of the vials of white fluid and empty the contents into two
cups. Lead Klare and Jake into the room next to yours. Give one
cup to Mrs. Costan, and one to her son. Tell them that you will
be right back, then come back into your office."

"I don't understand any of this."

"All will be made clear in time." the Pope said.

There was a knock on his door.

"Keep me on the line and answer the door."

Father Hoag set the phone down and stood up to answer the door.
He opened the door and saw that Klare Costan and her son were
here for their therapy session.

"Ah, how nice to see you. How are you doing?" Father Hoag said.

"Well, better than last week," Klare said, and gave a frustrated
look to the priest.

"Ok, well I need to finish a phone call, and I will be with you in a 
moment. We'll have our session in this room today," Father Hoag said, 
gesturing to the next room down the hall, "Follow me."

He lead them to the room next door. He opened the door and lead
them inside. "Please, have a seat on the couch, I will be right
back."

He closed the door and walked back to his office and picked up
the phone.

"Excellent," the Pope said, "Open one of the vials and do as I
instructed you. Give them the cups and then come back to your
office."

Father Hoag filled two paper cups with the white fluid and went
back to the room where Klare and Jake were waiting.

He handed a cup to each of them and said, "I'm going to be another 
minute on the phone, please forgive me. Here, have something to drink 
while you are waiting."

Father Hoag apologized again, and left the room, shutting the door
behind him. He heard strange sounds come from the door, as if
gears were turning and large bolts were being slid into place. He
shook his head and went back to his office.

When he got back to his office, he looked at the monitors and saw
that both of them were drinking from the cups.

He picked up the phone and said, "Your holiness, what is this all about?"

"Just watch. See the headphones sitting on the television?
Go ahead and hang up the phone, and put those on," -click-

"Hello? Hello?" Father Hoag hung up the phone and put the
headphones on.

"There now, much better."

Father Hoag jumped in his seat.

"Don't be alarmed, just another one of the small modifications 
that I had installed."

"Hello?" Father Hoag said.

"Yes Hoag, I can hear you. Go ahead and get comfortable."

Father Hoag sat back in his chair and watched the monitors. He
could hear Klare and her son speaking to each other as if they
were right in front of him.

"Jake, you just don't understand," Klare said.

"If dad cares so fucking much, then why isn't he here in
therapy with us?" Jake said.

"Jake! You are in a church! Do not use that language here.
You know your father cares about you, otherwise he wouldn't be
working so hard and going to school on top of that, just so he can 
get a better job just so you have a roof over your head. If there 
was any way he could be here with us, he would."

"'Family therapy' implies that the whole family is supposed
to be there," Jake said.

"Enough, lets just wait for father Hoag,"

"Whatever,"

Klare sighed and drank the rest of the drink that father Hoag had
offered her.

"What do you think this stuff is? Its pretty good," Jake said, 
looking at the cup in his hand. Then he swallowed the rest of it.

"I'm not sure, I don't think I have ever tasted anything
quite like it," Klare said.

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Its not like father Hoag to keep us waiting so long," Klare said.

Jake was starting to fidget and began constantly adjusting his position 
on the couch.

"Whats got you going?" Klare said.

Jake got red faced, "I dunno, I feel kinda funny,"

Klare put her hand on his forehead, "Well, you don't have a fever."

Jake let out a moan.

At his mother's touch, Jakes erection had gone from uncomfortable, to
unbearable.

Jake got up and went to the door, "Uh, I have to go to the bathroom, 

I'll be right back,"

He tried to open the door, but it was locked.

Jake started to cry in his desperation to open the door.

Klare stood up and went to Jake, "Are you alright?" she said and
took his hand in hers, "Honey?"

Jake turned, with tears in his eyes. He was trying to look at his
mother's face, but he couldn't move his eyes away from her
breasts. He tried turning his head away, but he couldn't.

His mother saw where his eyes were staring. "Jake!" She let go of
his hand, and covered her breasts with her arms as he collapsed
on the floor.

She tried to open the door, but it was locked. She tried banging
on the door, and screaming. A nun passing by in the hall stopped
and perked her ears up, then shook her head and continued down
the hall.

Klare was still pounding on the door when she felt Jake reach
around her from behind and start groping her breasts through her
blouse. She was so shocked that she didn't do anything for
several moments as Jake started to aggressively abuse her breasts
and then took hold of either side of her blouse and ripped it
open with buttons flying in all directions. 

This startled her into action and she began to try to cover her breasts 
with her arms and hands and scream at Jake, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" 

But Jake was already slipping his fingers under her bra. She tried
grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands away, but he was
stronger than she was and he slid his fingers under her bra,
pushing the bra up and over her breasts then began aggressively
squeezing her breasts and nipples. 

Klare had tears streaming down her face as she screamed at Jake to 
stop. He didn't stop. He started kissing her neck, and her ear. She tried 
to hit his arms with her hands, but Jake just kept on squeezing her 
breasts. With tears dripping from her face onto Jakes hands, she 
realized that Jake was stronger than her, and that she could not win. 

She resigned to let her son have his fun until the priest came back
and caught him.

Still sobbing, she lowered her arms and let her son have his way
with her breasts. This seemed to encourage him, and he began
squeezing harder, Klare knew she would have bruises tomorrow.

Squeezing her right breast with his hand, he brought his left
hand up to her face and pulled her chin back and began kissing
her neck and jaw line. He could taste the salt from her tears.
His right hand started to travel down her chest to her stomach,
and then lower.

"Jake, please, no. Please stop," Klare was sobbing as her son
nibbled her ear lobe and started to slip his fingers under the
waist-band of her skirt and then under the waist-band of her panties. 

She tried to grab his hand and stop him, but he only grunted and pulled 
her head back further as he kissed the spot between her ear and her 
neck.

Again she sobbingly resigned herself to what was about to happen.

She held his wrist as his hand continued into her panties and he
started to play with her pussy.

Klare was beginning to feel funny.

She was starting to feel warm, and her mind was becoming foggy.

Despite every part of her soul telling her that what was
happening was wrong, she was becoming aroused. She was becoming
more aroused as every second went by. Jake was now kissing her
shoulder while his hands played with her pussy and squeezed her
nipple. Her nipples were becoming unbearably sensitive to his
touches, and her clit was becoming the most sensitive she had
ever felt it, and her pussy juice was no doubt leaving a large
wet spot on her panties.

Klare was starting to forget where she was, and couldn't figure out 
who was paying all this glorious attention to her. She began to 
grind her pussy into Jake's hand. Jake now had his middle finger 
inside his mother's pussy and was rubbing her clit with his thumb.
 
Klare was beginning to melt, the only thing holding her up was her 
son's finger in her pussy and his hand groping her tits. She turned 
her head and opened her mouth. Jakes lips met hers and their tongues
began to dance in each other's mouths. With him sucking on her
tongue, she had a terrific orgasm and came on his fingers and
began moaning in his mouth. He took his fingers out of her pussy
and brought his hand to her face. He stuck his middle finger in
her mouth, and she tasted pussy for the first time in her life.

Klare sucked all the juice off his fingers, and then Jake began
sucking on her mouth again, also tasting pussy for the first time
in his life.

Klare's knees were losing their strength. She collapsed onto her
knees.

She turned around so she could see the man that was the source of
the wonderful orgasm she had just had. 

From her knees, she looked into his eyes. He looked familiar. 
She didn't know who he was, but she knew that she was his. Everything 
she was, belonged to this man. She would do anything for him. 

Jake started to unzip his pants. Klare watched every movement of his 
fingers with eager fascination as he unbuttoned the top button and 
pushed the pants to the ground.

Standing in front of his mother in his boxer shorts with his pants 
around his ankles, Jake started sliding the boxer shorts down as well. 

Klare saw Jake's cock begin to appear as the boxer's were pushed 
further down. She gasped as it cleared the boxers and flopped out. It 
was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. She was in pure 
awe. 

Sitting there on her knees in front of her son with torn blouse hanging 
to her sides and her bra pushed up above her breasts and her panties 
starting to get very squishy, she only had a few seconds to admire the 
gorgeous cock in front of her before the man she didn't recognize 
reached down, and with a finger on each side of her cheeks squeezed
until her mouth opened, then shoved his cock into her mouth.

Reflexively her lips closed around the shaft of his cock and began to 
suck. 

The man started to hump his cock into her face, fucking her face. 

She put her hands on his thighs, kneading them like a nursing kitten 
while she began to bob her head with the rhythm of his humping. 

Jake grabbed the back of his mother's head and started pulling her 
head toward him, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. Klare began 
gagging on each thrust of his cock into her mouth.
 
Jake pushed the back of her head up against the door and grabbed a 
fist full of hair with each hand. He pushed his cock into the back of her
mouth, and just as she gagged, he yanked on her hair and used the
opening of her throat to force the entire length of his cock into her 
throat until her nose was bent to the side by his pubic mound. 

Jake stood there, looking down at her, his fists full of her hair and the 
back of her head against the door so she couldn't move. He saw her 
eyes looking up at him, pleading for air, and he ever so slightly began to 
hump in and out of her throat, feeling her choking on his cock, the 
muscles of her throat spasming around his cock. She began to beat on 
his thighs with her fists. He ever so slowly slipped his cock out of her
throat, savoring the feeling of her throat reflexively trying to swallow 
his cock to clear the obstruction in her throat to allow her to breathe. 

When he finally had his cock out of her throat, he pulled out of her 
mouth and watched her as she collapsed, gasping for air, sucking in 
giant lungfuls before exhaling and sucking in more. As she was hunched 
over sucking in air, his hungry eyes landed on her ass. He knelt down and 
began fondling her ass through her dress.

Klare was still hunched over sucking air in and out when Jake began
to pull her skirt up over her back, and slipped her panties down
over her hips to rest half-way down her thighs, just below the tops of 
her black stockings. 

Klare didn't notice any of this. The black spots in her vision had all but 
cleared by the time she felt him start to rub the head of his cock up 
and down her slippery pussy. She forgot about the pain in her throat 
and began to push her ass back against him. He reached forward and 
grabbed a fistful of her hair, then he used his other hand to guide the
head of his cock into her pussy. He shoved his cock forward as hard as 
he could and yanked back on her hair at the same time.

Klare screamed with an instant orgasm, and rode the waves of it as Jake 
began to fuck in and out of her from behind. 

Jake fucked his mother doggy-style, occasionally yanking her
hair back as he pumped his cock into her. He reached up and
grabbed another fistful of hair and pulled back, fucking her
faster and faster. 

Klare knew that the wonderful cock inside of her was going to cum 
any time, and she knew that she was building up an intense orgasm of 
her own. 

Jake started pounding his mother from behind, his balls slapping 
against her clit with each thrust into her pussy. He finally yanked back 
with both fists and slammed his cock all the way in her and as she 
started to scream he started to shoot his load deep inside her. 

Klare's pussy was spasming around Jake's cock as it jerked inside her. 

He started humping into her in time with the spasms of his cock. Klare 
let out small screams with each thrust of his cock into her pussy. 

Jake's cock finally stopped jerking inside her. He pulled her head back 
to the side and, with his cock still in his mother, began making out with 
her. She hungrily sucked on his tongue and tried to squeeze every bit of 
cum out of his cock with her pussy as she licked the his lips.

Jake broke the kiss and pulled out of her. 

Klare instantly felt that she was no longer complete. As if that cock had 
been a part of her soul. 

Jake stumbled to the couch and sat down. 

With cum drooling out of her pussy and down her thighs onto her stockings, 
Klare crawled over to him. She took his semi-hard, cum-covered cock in 
her mouth and began trying to revive it.

Despite Jake being exhausted from the pounding he had just given
his mother, her mouth was stirring his cock back to life. 

Klare was desperately sucking on the gorgeous cock that had delivered
her unto heaven, tying to fill the hole in her soul that this
cock had left in its wake. With a hand groping his balls, and
a hand on the base of his cock jacking him off as she furiously
worked on the head of his cock with her mouth, she managed to get
Jake back to a roaring erection. He put a hand on her head as she
sucked his cock, and began to push her head further down on his
cock.

"So Father Hoag, do you understand now?" the Pope said.

Father Hoag jumped a foot straight in the air off his chair. He
remembered where he was, and realized that his hand was under his
robe caressing the erection that was straining against his
underwear.

"Uh, er, no, well that is... Uh I think I can see what the formula does, 
but I uh, don't think I understand," Father Hoag said, his eyes going 
back to the monitor that had the best view of the blow job that young 
Jake Costan was receiving from his mother, Klare.

The sounds of the sex were coming through the headphones as if he 
had his face right there next to hers. "Uh, how long will they do
that?" asked Father Hoag.

The pope chuckled, "Until they pass out from exhaustion. Well I
suppose I ought to explain it all. This formula will remove all
inhibition and self-control from a person, and block the memory
of the time that the drug is in the body. We think that this is a
humane way of dealing with human nature. You see Hoag, human
nature is evil. There are certain hungers for evil that the human
body harbors that can not be sated through any other means except
evil. This formula won't make anyone do anything that doesn't come 
naturally to a human, and isn't sitting there in their subconscious every 
day. So, we give them the formula, let them release their evil energies, 
and then they can go about their good catholic lives, with their human 
hunger for evil being sated. We will save the souls of countless people. 
We are still working out some of the kinks. For example, it seems to 
work faster on males, which can make things... interesting."

Father Hoag sat in silence, repeating the pope's words in
his mind and letting them sink in.

"I know its a lot to take in. But, have faith my son. This was handed 
down from God to me, and it has my official papal sanction."

"Yes, your holiness, I will do as you command," Father Hoag said.

"Good my son. Well for now, lets get Mrs. Costan off her son before 
they hurt themselves."

Father Hoag's eyes had never left the monitor, Mrs Costan was
desperately sucking her son's cock, bobbing her head up and down
so fast that he was afraid that she might get whiplash.

"See the purple vials in the bottom of the box? Open one
and pour half the contents into two cups. Go into the room and
make them each drink a cup of it. The purple formula will put
them to sleep for about 20 minutes, and when they wake up, they
will be in a highly suggestible state. Clean them both up, and
put their clothes back on them. When they wake up, tell them that
their therapy went very well, and you think they are making
progress. Send them away happy. Make them think that their
happiness is coming from each other's love for each other."

"Yes, your holiness,"

Father Hoag got up and began to fill the cups, then went out of
his office and to the other room. He heard the sound of gears
within the door again, and the door opened for him. He walked in,
and it closed behind him. He saw Jake with his head slumped on
the back of the couch, snoring. And he saw Mrs Costan from the
back. He looked at her and he saw that she only had one shoe on,
her panties were pulled down around her knees, and her stockings had
runs in them and were almost completely soaked with cum. Her dress 
was still folded up over her back and Jake's cum was still slowly 
oozing out of her pussy each time her body moved.

Klare was trying to resurrect Jake's cock, but it was obvious that
Jake was out for the count. Mrs Costan seemed to be rather
distressed.

"Uh, Mrs Costan?" Father Hoag said.

Klare looked over her shoulder at the man in the black robe that
had suddenly appeared. 

Klare turned to face him and father Hoag could see her blouse was 
ripped open and her breasts were exposed, he also saw the copious 
amount of cum that was on her face. His erection was really straining 
against his underwear now. 

Klare saw the obvious bulge in the crotch of the man's clothes and eyed 
it like a hawk. She started crawling toward him on her hands and knees, 
her breasts jiggling and swaying with each stride.

Father Hoag set the cups down and tried to back away from her. He
slipped in a puddle of Jake's cum and fell on his ass. 

Klare pounced on him. Before he knew it, she had her hands up his
robe and his underwear down, and her mouth was inhaling his cock.

This was the first blow job that father Hoag had ever received,
and under the circumstances he was rather shocked. Klare had one
hand fondling his testicles and was paying immaculate attention
to the head of his cock while she held his underwear down with
the other hand. 

Father Hoag tried to push her head away but this only increased the 
suction on his cock and he shuddered with the pleasure. He tried once 
again feebly to push her head away but the pleasure was becoming too 
much. She was now sucking his entire cock into her mouth with every 
bob of her head, and squeezing on his balls trying to milk the cum out of 
them. 

Father Hoag looked down and saw Mrs. Costan's cum smeared face, and 
saw her looking up at him. Their eyes met just as she started swabbing 
her tongue up and down the slit of his cock. He started to cum in her 
mouth. She hungrily swallowed every spurt of cum that he shot into her 
mouth. She sucked the head of his cock and fondled his balls all the way 
through his orgasm. 

Father Hoag finally managed to push Klare off of him, but she just kept 
crawling back toward him. He grabbed one of the cups and as she was 
going for his cock, he grabbed her hair and tilted her head back and
poured the formula into her mouth and pinched her nose closed
with his fingers. She swallowed it down, and he poured the rest
into her mouth.

She sat on the floor coughing, which gave father Hoag an
opportunity to get over to Jake. Father Hoag shook him, and Jake
opened one eye, then closed it again. So Father Hoag did the same
thing with Jake. He tilted Jake's head back, pinched his nose and
poured it in.

With both of them unconscious he set to work cleaning them up. He
cleaned the cum from Klare's face and from her thighs, then
pulled up her panties, her stockings were too soaked with cum so
he removed them from her and fastened the last two remaining
buttons on her blouse. He got Jake's pants pulled back up, and sat
them both on the couch together. He took the cum soaked stockings
and went back to his office.

He picked up the headphones, his face turning red knowing that 
the Pope must have been watching everything that happened 
in the room. "Your holiness, what do I do now?"

"Good good, now then, wake them and send them home. Remember 
what I told you earlier."

Father Hoag went back into the other room and sat down in front
of Mrs Costan and her son Jake. He clapped his hands in front of
their faces. They woke up, but seemed very groggy.

Klare tried to say something, and then reached for her throat and
massaged it with her hand.

Father Hoag's face burned red and he said, "Ah my child, it
would seem that with all the talking you did this day that your
throat has become sore, it is understandable. I am very proud of
you both. We had quite a break through today. But I am afraid
that our time for this weekend is up. Oh, and Mrs Costan... you
are a very busy person, so I can understand if you accidentally
put on a blouse that was missing buttons, don't get ourself too
down about it."

Klare looked down at her blouse that was being held together by
two buttons and her face turned red. "I am so sorry father,"

"No no, its quite fine," he stood up and started walking toward the 
door. Klare and her son also stood up and walked toward the door.

"Thank you for your time father, other than my sore
throat, I feel wonderful! As if a burden has been lifted from my
chest," Klare said.

"Yes father, thank you, I feel the same way," Jake said.

Father Hoag smiled at them, "I am glad. I will see you both
next week"

Klare and Jake hugged each other tight and began walking out of the 
church, holding each others hands and both smiling ear to ear.

  
Papal Sanction - RM