Papal Sanction

MC, mF/M, nc, inc

Edit - I have since revised this story, and you would probably
enjoy the revised version more than this one. I've chosen to leave
this story up, instead of deleting it, for nostalgia reasons.

Here is the asstr link for the revised version - 
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Well, thats about the best name I could think of. This is my
first story that I have had the motivation to write all the way
through. I got kind of lazy in the dialogue structure.
Thanks to all of the MC writers that have given me inspiration.
I would love some feedback, say whatever you want, I don't care.
Circ_05@yahoo.com

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Father Hoag looks at the vials in his hands and shakes 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 had 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,�
Father Hoag, �I'm honored, your holiness. Uhm, what exactly am I
going to be doing?�
Pope, �You are going to be saving the souls of your
congregation.�
Father Hoag, �That sounds wonderful, but just how am I going to
do that?�
Pope, �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,�
Pope, �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 and looked around his office again.
Pope, �Don't look so dismayed, Father Hoag,�
Father Hoag, �Uh, no your holiness, I am honored. So what am I to
do with the 'formula'?�
Pope, �You will be saving 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.
Pope, �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.�
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.
Father Hoag, �I don't understand,�
Pope, �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, �Yes, I do. The first ones should be arriving any
time. 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.�
Father Hoag, �I do not understand.�
Pope, �All will be made clear in time.�
There was a knock on his door.
Pope, �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.
Father Hoag, �Ah, how nice to see you. How are you doing?�
Klare, �Well, better than last week,� and she gave a frustrated
look to the priest.
Father Hoag remembered the pope's instructions. "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, 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.
Pope, �Excellent. Open one of the white 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 the two cups to them and said, �I'm going to be another
few minutes on the phone, please forgive me. Here, drink this
while you are waiting.�
He apologized again, and went out of 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.
Father Hoag, �Your holiness, what is this all about?�
Pope, �Just watch. See the headphones sitting on the television?
Go ahead and hang up the phone, and put those on,� -click-
Father Hoag, �Hello? Hello?� he hung up the phone and put the
headphones on.
Pope, �There now, much better.�
Father Hoag jumped in his seat.
Pope, �Don't be alarmed, just another one of the small
modifications that I had made.�
Father Hoag, �Hello?�
Pope, �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.
Klare, �Jake, you just don't understand.�
Jake, �If dad cares so fucking much, then why isn't he here in
therapy with us?�
Klare, �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 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.�
Jake, �'Family therapy' implies that the whole family is supposed
to be there,�
Klare, �Enough, lets just wait for father Hoag,�
Jake, �Whatever,�
Klare sighed and drank the rest of the drink that father Hoag had
offered her.
Jake, �What do you think this stuff is? Its pretty good,� he
said, looking at the cup in his hand. Then he swallowed the rest
of it.
Klare, �I'm not sure, I don't think I have ever tasted anything
quite like it,�
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
Klare, �Its not like father Hoag to keep us waiting so long,�
Jake was starting to fidget and adjust his position on the couch.
Klare, �Whats got you going?�
Jake got red faced, �I dunno, I feel kinda funny,�
Klare put her hand on his forehead.
Jake let out a moan.
Klare, �Well you don't have a fever,�
At Klare's touch, Jakes erection had gone from uncomfortable, to
unbearable.
Jake got up and went to the door.
Jake, �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.
She 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 he 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.
Klare, �Jake, please, no. Please stop,� She was sobbing as he
nibbled her ear lobe and started to slip his fingers under the
top of her dress, and the top of her panties. She tried to grab
his hand and stop him, but he only grunted and pulled her head
back farther 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 in her panties.
Jake could feel her clit becoming harder as he started to focus
his attention on it. Rubbing it with three fingers, his middle
finger on top of it and his pointer and ring fingers on either
side of it.
Klare was starting to forget where she was, and 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.
She sucked all the juices off his fingers, and then he 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. Her pussy was a trophy
for this gorgeous man standing above her. He started to unzip his
pants. He unbuttoned the top button and pushed them to the
ground. Then pushed reached into his boxer shorts and pulled out
his cock. It was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen.
She was in pure awe. Sitting there on the floor, with her breasts
sticking out the front of her torn blouse with her bra pushed up
above her breasts and full hard nipples, and her panties and
stockings soaked with her pussy juice and cum, she only had a few
seconds to admire it before the man reached down and with a
finger on each side of her cheeks forced her mouth open, 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 and began to
bob her head with the rhythm of his humping. He grabbed the back
of her head and started forcing more of his cock into her mouth
and pulling her head onto his cock with his hand. With each
thrust of his cock into her mouth, she would gag. He 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 mouth and throat. He stood there, looking down at her, with
his fists full of her hair and the back of her head against the
door so she couldn't move, 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.
She was still hunched over sucking air in and out when he began
to pull her dress 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. She 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 this way for a few minutes, 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's ass, 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. Her pussy was
spasming around his cock as he emptied his balls into her. He
started humping into her in time with the spasms of his cock in
her pussy, which heightened her orgasm. Klare let out small
screams with each thrust of his cock into her pussy. He finally
finished cumming, and switched the fistful of hair in his right
hand into his left hand, pulled her head back 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 the muscles in her pussy as she licked the insides
of his lips.
He broke the kiss and pulled out of her. She 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,
she crawled over to him. She took his semi hard cock in her mouth
and sucked every bit of their cum off it lifting it up and
cleaning his balls with her tongue as well, finally sucking on
the head of his cock trying to get every last drop of his cum.
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 spot in her soul that this
cock had left in its wake. With a hand groping his testicles, 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.

Pope, �So Father Hoag, do you understand now?�
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.
Father Hoag, �Uh, er, no, well that is... uh I think I can see
what the formula does, but I uh don't think I understand,� his
eyes went 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 coming through the headphones as if he had
his face right there next to hers. �Uh, how long will they do
that?�
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 they
haven't already fantasized about, 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 there in silence, repeating the pope's words in
his ears and letting them sink in.
Pope, �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.�
Father Hoag, �Yes, your holiness, I will do as you command,�
Pope, �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.
Pope, �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.�
Father Hoag �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 thighs, her stockings had
runs in them and were almost completely soaked with cum. Jake's
cum was still slowly oozing out of her pussy each time her body
moved. Her dress was still folded up over her back.
She 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.
Father Hoag, �Uh, Mrs Costan?�
Klare looked over her shoulder at the man in the black robe that
had suddenly appeared. She turned to face him and father Hoag
could see her blouse was still ripped open and her breasts were
still exposed, and he also saw the copious amount of cum that was
on her face. His erection was really straining against his
underwear now. She saw the tent that the man was pitching 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 was
on him in a second. 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 into his eyes and just as their eyes met 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. He
finally managed to push her off 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 the
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 clothes back on him, 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 and asked, "Your holiness, what do I
do now?"
Pope, "Good good, now then go into them and clap your hands in
front of them and send them home."
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. And they seemed to wake up, but seemed very groggy.
Klare tried to say something, and then reached for her throat and
massaged it with her hand.
Father Hoag turned red in the face and 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,"
Father Hoag, "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.
Klare, "Thank you for your time father, other than my sore
throat, I feel very good, as if a burden has been lifted from my
chest,"
Jake, "Yes father, thank you, I feel the same way,"
Father Hoag smiled at them both, "I am glad. I will see you both
next week"




  
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