Heavenly Bodies An Erotic Novelette – Peter Johnson (1)

The angel’s voice too powerful and magnetic to look away from for long. Demanded observance and— And when she glanced up she realized Gabriel appeared in the form of a man – one she knew. Father Nick. His shoulders broad and strong. His hair tousled. And naked. His bare flesh – chest, legs, backside and cock – out for her to see. There was nothing of him she could not know with her eyes.

“I…I…I…have the gift,” he said, spreading his arms wide, so his massive cock was plain as day, “of divinity!” His cock was hard, stood erect. Sturdy and intimidating. “Spread thy lips!” the angel boomed. “Widen thy mouth!” She did, opened her mouth and felt his cock inside.

It was warm and smooth, more than a mouthful. Worked in and out, and the angel merely staring off into the distance as she fellated him. A heroic pose, as if showing his pride to the world. Fucking her mouth angelically. “Yes,” the angel boomed, “receive they gift!” She’d never done this with a man before, but she was eager to partake with the angle. His cock a massive thing, easily filling her. The sort that could truly— Father Nick— “Sister?” came a voice.

Young, child-like. Hesitant. “Sister?” Sister Frances opened her eyes, realized she was sitting at her desk. Realized there were students standing in the door to her office, waiting on her. The all of them dressed in their shorts and shirts and sneakers. And she in fantasy. “The bell, Sister?” said the one, the appointed spokesman. “It rang?” Sister Frances smiled, wistful for the fantasy interrupted. “Of course,” she said. “Of course.”

Sister Mary Catherine had taken a vow of silence, one so complete and all-encompassing she refused even to make a noise as a replacement for speaking. There would be no grunts, no huffs, or stomping of feet from her – there would only be silence.

If she wanted attention, she would not clap her hands or snap her fingers or do anything at all. Would only wait for the Lord to make her presence known to those around her. Until it was ordained, she’d remain blissfully silent – even should she be on fire, she’d refuse to even grunt in discomfort.

God will take care of it, was her unspoken mantra. If it is to be, God will take care of it. This sort of vow wasn’t for everyone – the vow of silence. Only the most-devoted could do it, and Mary Catherine was nothing, if not devoted. Almost as great as her devotion to the Lord was her devotion to nature – the physical manifestation of the Lord on earth. Which was why she took a daily walk about the grounds, sometimes two – early in the morning, just after breakfast, and then later, after dinner.

Walking aids digestion, she would have said, should she have said anything and not vowed silence. Brings me closer to the Lord. Sometimes she took her walk about the school – the Catholic High School adjoined the church, and many priests and nuns did their work there – looking at the flowers and trees and anything else she could find. Animals, bugs. More often, she went about the convent grounds. The fields, then the woods.

Stepped across the stones in the creek, hopping from one side to the other, like a child. Gathered her habit around her ankles and across she went. Most days she walked alone – only occasionally did she have a companion, usually one who prattled enough to talk for the both of them, whilst she herself was silent. Less-occasionally, she encountered another in the woods, as she did today. Usually they were walking as well, communing with their maker.

Today though, was different. Today, when she spotted the groundskeeper, Bob, a short distance away, he was neither alone, nor walking. Bob – he was a strapping lad. Muscled in the arms and carrying a sweaty brow. And young, barely old enough for liquor. Still, he knew a life of toil, his arms and face tanned a deep brown.

A sensuous brown. But he was not a bright boy, so a life of toil surely awaited him. As God decides…

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

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