Tony lay on top of Mother Mary for several moments, catching his breath, a smile of satisfaction oh his face. His expression seemed almost angelic, so clear of lust and hate was it. Then, as Mother Mary raised her arms and slid the cloth from her face, he slowly withdrew his withering prick from her cunt, the last drops of cum dripping down onto her habit.
Sister Angela, dizzy and confused, turned her face away and looked down, suddenly realizing the full horror of what she had been doing, what she had been watching.
"Heaven help me! I must be insane!" she gasped, and then she fainted.
CHAPTER TWO
Sister Angela woke up shivering. It had grown cold in the meeting room. Glancing at the wall clock, she saw with surprise that she'd been unconscious for nearly an hour. She got up and looked through the grille. There was the Reverend Mother, fully clothed, calm and composed, doing some paperwork.
Sister Angela shuddered with revulsion when she remembered what had happened. She dressed quickly, holding back her tears, and walked to the nun's dormitory to clean up before supper.
When she let herself into her tiny, plain cubicle, she threw herself across her narrow iron bed and began to cry bitterly.
Sister Paula was on her way down to the refectory when she heard the heart-rending sobs coming from Angela's room. The young blonde nun had always felt a special sympathy and attraction for the redhead, and when she tapped lightly on Angela's door and received no answer, she let herself in.
"There, there, Sister Angela," Paula soothed, kneeling down by the distraught woman, clasping her hand in her own, "It can't be as bad as all that!"
Sister Angela raised her red-rimmed eyes to Sister Paula and cried even louder, shaking with the pain and misery of what she had seen and done.
"Tell me all about it, dear," Sister Paula whispered, sitting down on the bed, cradling her young friend's head in her lap and rocking back and forth.
Sister Angela liked lying in Sister Paula's lap. The girl's thighs were firm and smooth beneath her habit and a faint musky smell wafted up from her crotch.
"Well… it all started," Sister Angela sniffled, "when I caught Mary Bowers, that sophomore, half undressed, fooling around with the gardener's assistant in the bushes. I sent her to detention study hall, and then I had to hurry on to a class I was teaching. Later this afternoon, I… I… went by the Reverend Mother's office to tell her what happened and and…" Sister Angela began to wail loudly and to beat her little fists against her chest.
"Stop that, now! It doesn't matter what happened. Just calm down. Get out of those clothes, slide into bed, and I'll get you something to cheer you up. I'll tell them at the refectory you're not well, and are staying in bed."
Sister Angela nodded meekly as Paula nimbly skipped from the room. Slowly, she began to undress herself, the tears in her eyes drying up.
In a few minutes, Sister Paula was back, a wicked gleam in her eyes. From under the habit, she pulled a small metal flask.
"Here, drink some," she giggled, unscrewing the top and walking over to sit next to her friend, who had wriggled under the covers.
Sister Angela was in no mood to argue, and she took a long swig from the flask, coughing slightly as the strong booze seared down her throat.
"Move over," Sister Paula said, pulling off her habit, revealing her firm, low-slung tits and her long, narrow waist.
She had full hips and long thin legs, and a few crisp blonde pussy curls snaked outside of the legbands of her underpants.
"Let's snuggle," she said, sliding under the covers next to Sister Angela. "Mmmmmmm, you're warm!" She put her arm around Angela's shoulder and hugged her tightly. "Hey you're wearing your nightgown! That has to go!"
Angela, befuddled by the afternoon's weird experiences and by all the liquor she had drunk, helped Paula pull the garment off her.
"Aaah, what beautiful tits!" Paula exclaimed, gazing at Angela's plump, freckled tit-mounds. She reached out and slid her hand gently down their supple curves. "Here, have another swallow!"
Sister Angela dutifully took another pull. She really did feel better. She was glad that Sister Paula admired her tits; she certainly admired the blonde's tits.
"My, what a thick bush you have!" Paula said, drawing her fingers through Sister Angela's curly clit bush.
"Oh, Sister Paula! You mustn't!"
"Ssssshhhhhhh, silly. Back home, my big sister and I used to snuggle together like this all the time on cold winter nights. Relax. I've been wanting to snuggle with you for a long time."
Gently, she leaned over Sister Angela and kissed her on the lips.
"Paula! It's a sin!" Angela gasped, trying to fight the warm feeling spreading through her pussy.
"Just good Christian loving kindness," Sister Paula purred as she lowered her face over Angela's flushed tits and sucked a hard nipple into her mouth.
"Aaaaaah!" Angela sighed, feeling sparks of joy flash across her tits and down to her throbbing clit. "Aaaaaaah!"
She felt a moist spot growing on the sheet underneath her pussy, and she experienced a twinge of guilt. But it felt so damned good, she just couldn't stop now.
Sister Paula began to knead Angela's other tit, gently but thoroughly, causing the young, inexperienced nun to grow more and more aroused, grinding her ass cheeks against the mattress, flexing her thighs.
"Oooooooh, Sister Paula, it feels so good!" Sister Angela murmured, a delightful golden haze from the alcohol settling over her topsy-turvy brain.
Sister Angela shyly reached out and cupped one of her friend's jutting tits in her hand, the firm underswell of the blonde's tit fitting nicely in her palm.
"Aaaaahh, so lovely," Angela sighed.
Sister Paula raised her head, letting Angela's taut nipple slip from her mouth. "Lie back, my dear. Lie back and relax, and let me make you feel wonderful!"
Angela, feeling better than she had in many years, lay back on the lumpy mattress, and Sister Paula lowered her face over her tight little belly, kissing it gently, circling her tongue around the tiny, deep belly button.
Sister Angela groaned as the muscles in her groin spasmed harshly, and her cunt began to churn and bubble.
Sister Paula smiled knowingly and began to kiss Angela across the belly and the upper thighs, her lips brushing the springy red thatch of cunt hair.
She stuck out her tongue and slurped up the salty sweat that had collected on the insides of Sister Angela's thighs, luxuriating in the wonderful odor there – an odor of musk and vanilla.
"Mmmmmm, you're delicious, dear Sister. Angelic Angela that's what I'll call you from now on!"
As her tongue delved into the hot, humid hollow between Angela's cunt mound and thigh, it slithered against one fat gooey cunt labe.
"Oooooooh!" Angela sighed, the shock of intense pleasure setting her clit to swelling and vibrating.
Cautiously, Sister Paula threw back the covers and reached over, spreading the nun's pussy lips. She leaned down and gasped at the sight of the redhead's hooded clit, pulsing and swelling with blood. Streams of sweet cunt honey were flowing from the lovely woman's spread pussy, coating her cunt labes and drying white and flaky on her bushy red short hairs.
"Beautiful, beautiful!" Sister Paula purred, her eyes sparkling as she took in the supremely sexy sight.
Slowly, she lowered her head again, lightly – very lightly touching a meaty cunt slab with the tip of her tongue. She looked up anxiously to see the expression of. Sister Angela's face, but the girl was lost in her pleasure. Her eyes were closed tightly, and she was rubbing her long pointy nipples between her thumbs and forefingers as she continued to grind her hips.