It was the Friday night before Family Weekend, and all the nuns had been busy all afternoon decorating their classrooms for open house, rehearsing in their minds the greetings and progress reports they would be giving to the parents who were driving up to the convent school to visit their daughters.
Sister Angela was troubled.
First of all, she had not gotten fucking out of her system, as Father Cassidy had said she would. She finger-fucked herself three or four times a day, and did sixty-nine with Sister Paula whenever she got a chance. And worse of all, she was meeting Father Cassidy twice a week out by the riding stables and fucking him royally. He still insisted she would get fucking out of her system, but now she wasn't at all sure.
Second, she didn't know what to do with Mary Bowers. The girl was not only flunking out of class, but she had developed a real hatred for Sister Angela ever since the nun had discovered her in the bushes with Tony. And Mary's parents would be coming up to the school this weekend. What would she tell them?
All tbese troubles weighed heavily on the young woman as she readied herself for bed and at last slid under the covers. She had already told Sister Paula that she needed to be alone tonight to do some thinking.
As she lay in her hard, narrow little bed and idly fucked her finger in and out of her juicy cunt, she seriously considered what would be best for the pretty and sensuous young girl.
Then, just as she began to writhe and groan with her self-inflicted orgasm, she hit upon a solution to the problem. The girl must be taken out of the convent school and enrolled in a public school where she could have contact with boys and the outside world. Right now, the girl was like a caged animal, throwing herself against the bars, wounding herself unnecessarily.
"Um… yes… I'll tell her parents they must take Mary out of the convent school," she murmured as she drifted off to sleep, her fingers still embedded in her cunt.
The classroom was full of parents and students. They were milling about, reading the top themes posted on the wall, munching on the refreshments, and talking to Sister Angela, who presided over freshman and sophomore English during the year.
"Yes, yes. I think we can get Suzie into a very good college," Sister Angela was saying to Mr. and Mrs. Bensons as Suzie stood there blushing. "She's been my top student for two, years running. The girl has real talent."
After a few more polite, encouraging words, the Bensons moved on, their gawky, intelligent daughter in tow. And out of the corner of her eye, Sister Angela caught a glimpse of Mary Bowers, her pretty face twisted into an ugly scowl. She was flanked on one side by a tall, handsome man his early forties, with graying temples, sharp twinkling eyes, and a fabulous physique. On the other side was a slim woman with pale gold hair, dressed in an expensive suit.
The woman had grabbed the girl's wrist and was talking rapidly to her, a frown on her face. "Look at me when I speak to you, young lady!" The harsh tones of her voice could be heard above the din in the room. Mary sullenly turned, away, tapping her foot impatiently.
Sister Angela gracefully approached the threesome, a smile etched across her face.
"Ah, and you must be Mr. and Mrs. Bowers. Hello, Mary!" she said, looking down sympathetically at the girl.
"I'll be damned if I'm going to stand here and listen to a old dried-up nun tell my bitchy mother what's wrong with me!" the girl snarled. She stamped her foot, broke free of her mother's grasp and ran out the door.
Everyone in the classroom turned toward the scene. Mrs. Bowers' eyes narrowed, and she walked briskly out after the girl.
Mr. Bowers did not even try to stop his wife. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders and looked down at Sister Mary. "Not only is my daughter rude, but she must be blind, Sister. You're just about the furthest thing from dried-up I've ever seen."
Sister Angela smiled faintly at the compliment, but a frown continued to crease her brow.
"Mr. Bowers, I'm very concerned about your daughter. Have you thought of enrolling her in a public school? I don't think she's suited to the strict, isolated environment we have here."
Just as Mr. Bowers was about to answer, the chapel bells began to ring. It was four o'clock, time for the sherry reception to be held in the convent refectory.
The parents and students began to file out at the room, shaking Sister Angela's hand as they left, thanking her and telling her how glad they were to have met her. Then, at last, Sister Angela and Mr. Bowers were alone in the classroom.
"If you don't mind missing sherry hour, why don't you and I take a walk and we can discuss your daughter," Sister Angela suggested.
"That sounds good, Sister. But you know, Mary is only my stepdaughter. Two years after her father died, I married Diana, her mother. The two of them don't get along at all, and that's why Diana has enrolled her in a boarding school."
They were walking out past the buildings, towards the open country where the stables were. Sister Angela had put her hand through Mr. Bowers arm as they walked along.
"Well, Mr. Bowers, Mary is flunking her classes, and… she is becoming very sexually aware. I'm afraid I caught her in the bushes with the gardener the other day."
Mr. Bowers didn't seemed shocked at all. In fact, he chuckled. "Yes, she's a little minx. She used to flirt with me, and that's part of the reason her mother sent her away. It was harmless enough."
"Was it?" Sister Angela asked softly, gently stroking his arm. "You're a very sexy, attractive man. Who knows what might've happened if she'd stayed."
Mr. Bowers' jaw dropped. He looked down at the Sister's hand stroking his arm.
Sister Angela couldn't seem to control herself. There was something so vitally attractive about the man.
"Sister… I…" Mr. Bowers was just too shocked for words. A nun seemed to be coming on to him, a young, attractive one, at that. But perhaps he had misunderstood.
"I find it difficult living in the convent, myself, you know. Even nuns have desires, Mr. Bowers. Even nuns like to be touched, to feel wanted."
Carelessly, Sister Angela sat down on a grassy spot under a large oak tree. She pulled Mr. Bowers down next to her. Then, she removed her headpiece, letting her shiny red hair glisten in the late afternoon sun.
Mr. Bowers was entranced. He reached over and ran his fingers through her silky curls. "Are you sure you're a nun? Is this some kind of joke? Is this a dream?" he asked, feeling his lust rising, feeling his cock begin to throb in his pants.
Sister Angela smiled wantonly and unfastened her habit, quickly removing it. "There. Feel, and then tell me if you think it's a dream," she purred. She reached over and took Mr. Bowers' hand and pressed it to her bare tit.
"Holy shit!" he groaned, his cock lurching in his trousers. "Holy shit! I don't believe this is happening!"
There, before him, divested of all of the stodgy nun's clothing, was one of the most beautiful young women he had ever seen.
"Mary and I are two of a kind, Mr. Bowers. We're both horny, and we're both attracted to you. Touch me, honey. Show me you feel the same way about me."
Mr. Bowers did mat have to be told twice. Quickly, he tore out of his clothing while Sister Angela watched through slitted eyes.
"Oh God, you're handsome as hell," she gasped when he stood before her, tall, lanky, with a long, incredibly thick cock jabbing out at her.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, reaching for his prick and kissing the cockhead softly.
"Aaaaaaaaah!" he sighed, his eyes rolling up with erotic pleasure.
Sister Angela stuck her tongue up and lapped it gently against his swollen cock, liking the strong odor and taste of his prickmeat. She swirled her tongue all around his mammoth cockhead, loving the firm rubbery texture. It was the first prick she had ever sucked so avidly, and she was glad his cock was so huge, so virile.
Images of the Mother Superior sucking off Tony raced through her mind, and she tried to imitate the older woman. She licked down Mr. Bowers' cockshaft, then licked his prick so she could lap at the underside and tongue the sensitive nerve just under his prickhead.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I love your mouth! Jeeeeeez! Where did a nun learn to suck cock like that!" Mr. Bowers moaned.
Sister Angela just smiled and then she sucked his large cockhead into her mouth, cushioning her teeth by puckering her lips in so she would not bite into his prickflesh.
"Holy shit!" Bowers groaned as she teased and sucked, licked and nibbled the head of his prick. She stabbed into his piss-slit with her tongue and slurped up the pre-cum that was oozing out of it.
Then she began to suck his cockshaft into her mouth, moaning and mewling all the while, luxuriating in the feel of so much vibrant cock flesh rammed into her mouth. When she got about three quarters of the way down his prickshaft, she began to slide her mouth back up toward his prickhead. She played with his cock-knob for a while and then sucked back down, nearly to the roof of his cock.
"Oh my God! You crazy cunt!"
As Sister Angela licked back up to his cockhead again, he jerked back and withdrew his cock from her mouth. She looked up at him, troubled. "What's the matter? Aren't I doing it right?"
"Hell, yes, Sister. You suck cock just fine, but I'm gonna shoot into your mouth if you keep on like that. And I want to stick my fat cock up you…"
"Yes?" Sister Angela leered.
Mr. Bowers just leered back at her. "Let's fuck doggie-style, honey!"
Sister Angela, rather innocent about these things, even though she'd been fucking with Father Cassidy for several weeks, said, "I'm afraid I don't know what that means. Doggie-style? Sounds wonderfully perverted."
"Mmmmmmmm, it's the best way to fuck, Sister," the man rasped. "Now get on your hands and knees, and wave that pretty ass of yours in the air."
He helped her to get into position, licking his lips as he studied her high firm ass jutting out at him, inviting his aching swollen prick to penetrate its tight hot depths.
Sister Angela looked back at him over her shoulder and felt a tingle of naughty lust race down her spine, ending in her vibrating cunt. He was standing behind her, his gaze fixed on her ass as he massaged his prick rod. The look of lust and desire on his face was so extreme, he seemed more animal than human.
"Ooooooh, fuck me!" Sister Angela whimpered, slowly rotating her firm ass, arousing the man still further.
He knelt down in back of her and grasped his prick in his hand. Then he slid his cock back and forth in her cunt gash, teasing the cock-knob along her swollen cunt lips up to her tingling clit, and back down almost to her puckered asshole.
"Ooooooh, that feels so good!" Sister Angela moaned. She loved the teasing sensations, loved the way her pussy was churning with need, pumping out a river of thick cunt honey. "Oooh, stick it in, honey. Stick that big cock of yours up my cunt!"
Her own lewd words excited her wildly, and she reached underneath her torso and began to diddle her super-sensitive clit as he continued to drag his prickhead back and forth through her cunt slot.
"I can't stand it!" she finally cried, humping her ass back, spreading the lips of her pussy to make penetration easier.
At last, Mr. Bowers steadied his prick, holding it in his hand and aiming his cocktip at Sister Angela's juicy little cunt hole. Slowly, he pressed forward, until his entire cockhead fucked into her elastic cunt tunnel.
"Ooooooh, that's so good. God in heaven."
With that encouragement, Mr. Bowers skewered his prick deeper and deeper, until his balls were pressing against her ass.
"Mmmmmn, tight little cunt, Sister. Fucking tight little cunt," he panted, then he began to grind his enormous cockshaft around and around in her pussy.
Sister Angela writhed ecstatically with the new sensations she was experiencing as he scoured out her pussy with his big prick. This new fucking position – doggie-style, he had called it really made her cunt feel full, really stretched the walls of her pussy and even stimulated her tiny asshole. She was tingling with need and enjoyment.
Mr. Bowers began to withdraw his prick, slick now with the nun's glistening cunt oils. He was holding onto her hips, keeping her firmly in place. When his prickhead popped out of her spasming cuot, he immediately rammed it back in, flooding her pussy with violently exciting sensations, filling her cunt with hot, throbbing cockmeat.
Back and forth he fucked his cock, slamming the nun, fucking her like she'd never been fucked before.
"Oh my God! You're doing it. You're really fucking me!" she moaned. She had completely lost control, and she was sobbing and wailing, almost as if she were in pain rather than approaching the most powerful orgasm of her life.
And then Mr. Bowers withdrew his prick and let it wave in the air before him, dripping pre-cum and cunt oil. He looked down at Sister Angela's lewd pussy twisting and writhing, listened to her beg and plead fin him to stick his prick back up her cunt.
Smiling evilly, he let go of her hips and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them widely.
Then he rubbed his pricktip against her exposed asshole.
Sister Angela was taken completely by surprise. She thought he had made a mistake. "No, that's the wrong hole," she called out impatiently, waiting to feel the thrust of his prick back up her cunt.
Bowers just laughed and lunged forward.
"Yeeeeoooooooowww!" screeched the nun, the pain spiking through her ass guts and causing her to convulse.
The man's big cock had been lubed enough with her cunt honey and his pre-cum for him to force it into her ass, but it scraped the sides of her cherry ass and exerted such tremendous pressure on her bowels, that she thought she would die.
"You devil! Take it out! Take it out! You're killing me!" she groaned, trying to hump forward and dislodge his punishing prick.
"Relax, 'cause you're taking my cock up your ass whether you like it or not, Sister! You wanted to fuck around, and you're gonna have to pay the price. Ever taken it up the ass before, Sister?"
"God, no! You fiend!" she screamed.
"A cherry ass! Mmmmmmm, I love it. Just relax, now, Sister. Sexy broads like you always love ass-fucking. You're gonna love it, Sister!"
Now that his prickhead was embedded in her ass, he let go of her ass cheeks and resumed his hold on her hips. Though he had talked roughly to the nun, he did not want to hurt her, so he very, very slowly eased his prick up her ass-chute, wincing and groaning with the pain and pleasure he felt. The tightness of her ass channel hugged and massaged his big prick, but its scratchy dryness irritated his cockflesh.
"Relax, Sister, relax," he whispered, keeping his prick completely stuffed up her ass.
Sister Angela was in the grip of white-hot pain. For several moments, her mind went totally blank, overwhelmed by the jabbing shocks in her ass. Then, she thought: Oh God, I deserve it. I have done evil, have tempted a man, and I deserve to be punished.
As soon as she thought this, she relaxed a bit, willing and ready to take the pain she do served.
Mr. Bowers immediately felt her ass muscles loosen, and he began to fuck his cock gently back and forth in her ass chute. "Ah, yes, Sister, that's the way. Relax. Enjoy it."
He reached underneath her and began to tweak her nipples as he started to ram his cock more forcefully into her ass. His fuck-strokes became long and hard, and his prickhead rammed against the thin sheath of flesh separating her ass from her cunt.
"Oh my God! I can't… Oh, Lord, help me!" Sister Angela wailed as the fabulous sensations began to build in her ass, cunt and tits. She knew instinctively that this would be the most fabulous, most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever experienced.
Mr. Bowers was ecstatic. His wife would not let him fuck her up her tight little ass, and it was really his favorite way to get his rocks off. There was nothing better to him than to fuck his cock up the tight, dirty depths of a sexy woman's asshole as it wrenched and clung around his mighty cockrod.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah," he groaned, brutally pinching the redhead's tits as he fucked his prick hard up her spasming ass.
His cock and balls were nearly bursting with the need for release. He had a heavy load of jizz swirling in his balls, and he didn't think he could wait for the nun to come before he shot off.
Sister Angela could sense his closeness to orgasm, so once again, she reached beneath herself and began to play with her cunt, setting up waves of pleasure that met and mingled with the shocks of raw sensation that were shooting through her ass.
"Uuuuuuung, ung… aaaaaaaaaah!" she gasped, nearly popping off as soon as her trembling finger touched her clit.
Her asshole clenched tightly around Mr. Bowers' prick, and that was the final straw. Hot jizz shot up his prickshaft and began to spew from his cockhead up the squirming nun's asshole.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" Bowers bellowed, so overcome with the intensity of his climax that he nearly blacked out. "Fuck!"
"I-I-I'm commmiiiiiiiiiing!" Sister Angela screeched as soon as she felt his hot jizz squirting into her bruised asshole, warming the walls of her shitter.
The two bucked and thrashed in the throes of ecstasy as Bowers' prick continued to spurt cum.
Sister Angela had never known pleasure like this. Every inch of her body seemed to be involved – climaxing, bursting with sensation, releasing unexpected reserves of erotic enjoy merit.
Then Sister Angela collapsed onto her belly, and Mr. Bowers lay on top of her, trying to slow his hammering heart.
"We'd better get dressed," Sister Angela sighed weakly. "They've probably already started dinner. And our absence will be very obvious."
Mr. Bowers agreed, and he slowly rolled off of her. They dressed quickly and helped each other straighten up, then walked back together to the school.
Grace had been said, and everyone had begun to dip into their soup when Sister Angela and Mr. Bowers entered the dining hall. Parents, students and nuns looked up curiously from their food and conversation.
Mr. Bowers spotted his wife and daughter across the worn, sullenly eating their dinner in silence, and walked over to join them. Sister Angela took her place between Sister Paula and Sister Anna, looking cool as a cucumber.
The Reverend Mother put her soup aside and gazed across the room, giving the Sister a searching stare.
But Sister Angela ignored it, and could barely contain a giggle when Sister Paula leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Was he a good fuck?"