Billy, Father Damian, and Sister Teresa by Ray

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity as depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Writer: Ray

Subject: Billy, Father Damian, and Sister Teresa

Link: LS666 Comments / 08.04.2024

Billy, Father Damian, and Sister Teresa

“Billy, I see your Mom picks you up late each day from school why is that?” said the Sister.

“She works late every day, Sister Teresa, and I have to sit here and wait for her,” replied little Billy.

“I watch you in school and church,” added Sister Teresa, “I think Father Damian would like to talk to you about something you might like to do — if you’re not scared. But you must promise never to tell anyone, okay, Billy?”

“Sister Teresa, I promise not to say anything to anyone. I promise I won’t tell my Mommy either. I promise! What does he want to show me, Sister Teresa?”

“Well, at the rectory, Father Damian, has a basement, and it’s full of old, wicked, and unholy artifacts. He, and I, could use your little body … I mean, your extra help arranging these Satanic gifts, from our Lord God. You do want to learn how to use your little body … to help Father Damian and I. Don’t you Billy?” she purred.

The naughty Sister began to touch Billy’s long hair.

“I just love your long brown hair, Billy. Let me put it in a ponytail, mmmmm! That’s much better. You look so much better with a ponytail. Do you like it like that? If someone was standing close behind you they could grab that tail and hold you there,” she laughed.

“Yes, Sister Teresa. I like the ponytail a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Here … I want you to have a drink of this tea. I made it just for you, Billy, it will make you feel very good. Okay?”

Billy smiled. He was feeling very thirsty.

“Wow! It tastes different than what my Mommy makes. What is in it?”

Billy drank the special tea down. It made him feel funny inside.

” Well, Billy. It’s a special tea mixture. It’ll make you feel really good … until your Mommy cums and picks you up, do you feel anything yet, Billy?

Billy did feel something.

“OMG! Sister Teresa! I love this feeling,” moaned Billy excitedly, “It’s like … it’s like … my mind is free! Yes … I feel so free! Like, I can do anything! Anything! Mmmm, Sister, you’re the best nun in the school. You know, I always watch you walk by me … and the way you touch me!”

“Thank you, Billy. That’s good. Billy, let’s go see Father Damian now so he can see you. Let’s go down to the basement. It’s time you learn to worship our Lord God Satan. Let’s go, right now!”

“I’ll do whatever, you and Father Damian want me to do,” babbled the happy boy, “Anything!”

They went down the secretive staircase beneath the refectory. It was dark and dank. As Sister Teresa and Billy arrived, Father Damian was there waiting for the both of them.

“Father Damian,” said Sister Teresa, “This is Billy. He’s cum here to worship Satan, our Master, and God. Father, he’s been drinking my special tea, and is ready to do whatever we want.”

The Father looked at Billy.

“You’re a very sexy, little boy!” The Father said as Sister Teresa presented him. He turned to the wayward Sister. “Yes, Sister Teresa. He’s very sexy.”

The priest stroked Billy’s soft brown hair.

“Billy, my name is Father Damian. I run this church and the school with Sister Teresa’s help. We both serve Lord Satan, Lilith, and all their beasts … how do you feel about that, Billy?”

Billy looks around at all the satanic artwork on all the walls. There were paintings of Satan, of hell, of naked nuns, of nuns in hell fucking demons, of young children in hell, fucking Satan’s huge cock, of bestiality … It was dark and smelt of lots of sex and wickedness. There was a pungency of stale urine and human feces.

Billy looked over at Father Damian. He sat down on the dark altar with his robe open, so that his huge deformed cock stood completely upright. Billy dry swallowed as he watched the perverted priest stroking his cock. Clear fluids pooled and oozed out of his engorged cock-head as he beat it in front of Billy and Sister Teresa. Billy felt his own little cocklet harden at the sight. He wanted to suck it. Lick. Taste the disgustingly wet cock of the demon priest.

“Father …. I … I feel … so good,” mumbled young Billy, “My body … I want … I mean … I want to be naked and dance around and play with myself … is that okay, sir?”

Billy’s words were music to the ears of both the Father and the Sister.

“Yes. Strip down naked, Billy,” replied the evil priest, “We want you naked!”

The evil, twisted priest stroked his cock faster as young Billy quickly stripped naked. He proudly showed off his little boner and stood upright against his stomach.

“We want you to offer yourself to Satan,” coached the predatory priest as Billy began his little masturbation dance before them.

“It’s only through sex,” said the priest, “And through unholy perverted sin, that Satan is pleased. We want you to fuck for Satan!”

Billy didn’t quite understand his words, he was lost in his sexy feelings.

“Sister Teresa, open your habit and let young pretty Billy lick your filthy unholy, twat.”

The Sister did as her priest commanded.

“Show, little Billy, what an evil whore does to young children! Feed him with sin, Sister Teresa. Feed him the filth that lives up your blasphemous cunt-hole. Let him feel the fires of hell. Sister Teresa, feed him and make him one of us!”

Sister Teresa opened the front of her habit. Beneath it, she was naked. She had the number of the beast, 666, tattooed across her completely flat chest. Her cunt hole was clean-shaven, but that wasn’t the surprise. At the tip of her filthy cunt hole was her erect clitoris — that stood completely upright, like a man’s cock. A huge throbbing mass waiting to be pleased. Billy’s mouth drooled. He’d never seen a man or a woman naked … though Sister Teresa was exactly a woman either.

The cock-nun pulled Billy close to her and forced him to his knees. She pressed the head of her dripping clit-cock into his eager little gob.

“Mmmm … That’s it,” she crowed, “Little Billy. Suck my unholy clit-cock. Taste my Satanic filth as it drips from the chalice of sin. Mmmm … Lick me off, Billy. Lick my backside. Lick my dark hole of wickedness. Mmmmm … Billy, make me cum hard. Mmmmm … My little boy. Do it for Satan. He’s watching you, naked, with that little boy cock, so hard and dripping with cum juice … He knows you’re born to serve him like we do …”

The perverted nun pressed young Billy’s face into her dank and dirty asshole. Billy’s tongue flicked across her brown flower. It tasted like dark chocolate. He sank his tongue into her filthy shit-hole.

“Aaggghhhh,” she gasped.

“Grab your little boy cock,” commanded the priest, “Yes, that’s it. Beat it off. Beat it hard for Satan.”

“Aaagghhh … Billy,” groaned the nun as the fingers of her left hand thrust inside her cunt hole, and the fingers of her right hand gripped her gurl-cock, “I want you to repeat after me, Billy … say … Fuck God. Fuck Jesus. Fuck Mommy … I only want Satan in me, always!”

Billy looked up at the transgendered nun with her huge clit-cock that dripped with her satanic filth.

” Fuck God,” said young Billy.

“Yes … Yes … More! More!” urged the masturbating priest.

“Fuck Jesus. Fuck Mommy … I only want Satan in me, always! …”

Billy couldn’t believe how marvelous it felt to say these blasphemous words.

“Fuck God … I have this strange feeling, Sister … It tells me that I need to rape my Mommy. I want to hurt Mommy’s pussy. Is that strange? It’s this voice in my head. It’s like Satan is talking to me … I want Mommy to beat me with a stick. I want my Mommy to pee-pee all over me. I want you and Father Damian to rape my Mommy. I want you both to turn her into a demon of lust and perverted wickedness … It’s Satan’s wish … it’s my wish!”

Father Damian and Sister Teresa looked knowingly at each other.

“Well, we will, Billy. Of course, it’s your wish. And we’ll make it cum true. Your Mommy will be a fuck toy for us all to enjoy. Father Damian can breed her for more satanic babies for our Lord Satan. You and Mommy will come and live here with us. We will all worship Satan, our Lord and Savior.”

The evil Sister guided the young boy over the dark altar, where Father Damian awaited his prize. The priest smelt of urine. He had a tattoo of the Devil’s face around his groin so that his cock appeared as if it were the Devil’s tongue.

“Now, Billy,” said Sister Teresa, “Kneel before your priest. Kneel and receive the Devil’s sacrament … And enjoy his cum load and the blessing of Lord Satan’s cock. Suck it. Take it all, boy. Pleasure Father Damian’s serpent cock with your little-boy mouth— Billy, lick the beast — squeeze the dark meat of his cum-sacks as you suck. And let Father Damian drain his cock-head in your pretty mouth … Swallow it. Swallow it all. Swallow Father Damian’s seed. Billy, become a little cock-sucking-faggot for Satan!”

THE END?