"Aaaaaarrruuuuuung!" Sister Paula grunted as she was seized by the most powerful climax of her life.
Both nuns kicked and groaned, creamed and bucked, breathing rapidly, their bodies twitching spasmodically as they gradually began to calm down.
"I love your sweet ass, my dear angelic Angela," Sister Paula murmured as she kissed Sister Angela's ass and dropped off into a deep, blank sleep.
"And I love your tight, juicy little cunt," Angela sighed as she closed her eyes.
CHAPTER THREE
Sister Angela breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang, ending her last class of the day. The fresh-faced young girls clutched their books, and chattering and gossiping, filed out of the room.
"Thank God!" Sister Angela groaned, collapsing in her chair.
For the entire hour, Mary Bowers had sat staring at her as she lectured, a sullen look of hatred on her face.
And I deserve that look, even though Mary doesn't know it, Sister Angela thought. What hypocrites we all are! We're supposed to be giving these young girls a solid education and a firm moral framework. So I punish that young girl for wanting to fuck a handsome young man, and then it turns out that the Mother Superior herself is fucking that very same man! Then I turn around and go down on another Sister!
Tears began to course down Angela's face. She knelt down in front of the crucifix on the side wall and tried to pray, begging for forgiveness. But lewd images of Tony's fat prick and Sister Paula's writhing cunt kept flashing through her brain.
"Dear God! If I don't get spiritual guidance of some sort, I'll go insane!" she cried. She jerked her head up quickly, a desperate expression of hope passing across her face.
"Today is Tuesday…" she reminded herself, "… and Father Cassidy is at the convent today!"
She jumped up and tore out of the school building in very un-nunlike fashion, astonishing some of the older sisters on their way to the chapel.
Sister Angela rushed into the administration building and to the office at the end of the hall where Father Cassidy provided religious counseling twice a week, from two to four in the afternoon, before retiring to the chapel to hear confession.
She paused for a moment, then rapped on the door.
Father Michael Cassidy did not hear Sister Angela. He was jerking on his meaty uncut cock as he leafed through some raunchy girlie magazines he had brought with him. These biweekly visits to the convent school were always such a bore, and he hadn't fucked a pretty parishioner in several weeks. So he was taking this quiet moment to relieve a severe case of blue balls.
"Father! Father Cassidy! I need to speak with you, Father!"
"Damn!" Father Michael groaned. He had been just about to shoot off onto a dynamite picture of a busty blonde who was bending over, spreading her cunt lips right at the camera. "Damn!"
He winced as he began to put his swollen prick back into his pants. Then he pulled down his cassock and stowed the sexy magazine away in a desk drawer.
"Yes, yes. Please come in," he said calmly, sweeping his damp blond locks back from his forehead.
The door opened, and Sister Angela bustled in. Cassidy was delighted that it wasn't one of those old prune-faced nuns who were always coming to him for spiritual guidance. No – this was that pert redhead nun he'd had his eye on.
"Ah, Father Cassidy! I must speak to you about… about my suitability to teach young, impressionable minds here at the con vent school." Her lips quivered, her red rimmed eyes glinted with tears.
"Sit down, dear Sister," Father Michael said gravely. "Tell me all about it."
The words seemed to tumble out of the young woman's mouth. "I – I've been doing forbidden things with another Sister – dirty, vile, forbidden things. Sex, Father. In the most perverted form." The tears began to fail rapidly now, staining the front of her somber black habit.
Father Cassidy's cock began to throb painfully at these words. He lowered his hand onto his cock-bulge and begun to massage his burgeoning prick, his action hidden by the desk.
"Oh God! And I'm not alone, Father. Other… perverted acts are being committed here, Father. Depraved, evil acts – acts against God!"
Father Michael was being terribly aroused by the nun's confession. Softly, he said: "Are you still a virgin, my child?"
Red-faced, Sister Angela nodded. "Yes, Father. I have not… er… slept with a man."
Now Father Cassidy's heart really began to race. He'd fucked many bored wives and widows who belonged to his congregation in town. They loved his tall, lean figure and his blond good looks, loved the naughtiness of seducing and fucking a handsome priest. But never had Father Michael Cassidy fucked a virgin – a young beautiful nun, no less.
He quickly rose, walked around the desk and placed his hands on Sister Angela's shoulders.
"This is a very serious sin, my dear," he said as be began to massage her shoulders, feeling her smooth skin beneath the shapeless black garment she was wearing.
"Yes, Father. I am guilty. I have sinned," the nun said dramatically.
She did not see the lewd sneer that twisted the blonde priest's face.
"But think of the prodigal son, Sister Angela. He was forgiven and loved more because he had sinned first and then repented. So long as you repent afterwards, dear Sister, it is all right if you sin."
"What?" Angela gasped, turning to look up at him.
"It's quite true," the priest said calmly, though lust was getting the better of his good judgment. He unbuttoned his cassock and pulled it off, then unzipped his fly in the twinkle of an eye.
"Father Cassidy!" Sister Angela gasped, shocked beyond belief.
"Relax, dear Sister," the handsome priest said, gently removing her headpiece, then smoothing his hands down the front of her habit, feeling her big thrusting tits. "I'm here to help you! Think of it! Think how pleased God would be if you, a virgin nun, shamelessly fucked a priest and then begged forgiveness. Why, you could fast, light candles, and hold vigils! You could whip yourself silly afterwards! Nothing is more pleasing in God's sight than a sinner who repents!"
Sister Angela started backing away, but the lusty priest lunged forward, pushing her against the wall. She could feel the heat of his prick eyen through her heavy layer of clothing.
"F-Father!" the nun gasped, so confused and horrified, she thought she would faint.
He had lifted the hem of her habit and stuck his well-manicured hands inside her underpants.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned, feeling the thick cunt hair insulating her pussy mound. "Let me make love to you, Sister Angela. I guarantee you will be holier as a result! God is love, my dear, remember!"
He mashed his mouth against hers, forcing his tongue between her parted lips, French kissing her violently. Cunt juice began to seep out of Sister Angela's pussy hole, coating Father Cassidy's fingers.
"Mrnmmmmm," he moaned again, excited at this evidence that the redhead was getting turned on.
He stepped back and gazed at her. Now that her wimple had been removed, her short red hair curled around her face, framing it, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin and green eyes.
"Take off your clothes, Sister. It's for your own goad. Get the lust out of your system, once and for all. Then beg forgiveness for it. I will help you." He pulled down his pants and underpants, revealing his huge stiff prick.
Sister Angela stood transfixed. His cock was even more gigantic than Tony's huge throbbing fuck pole, heavily veined, the enormous purple cockhead swollen to obscene dimensions, oozing thick clear drops of pre-cum.
"The staff of life," Father Michael murmured, grasping his jutting cock in one hand, sliding the foreskin up over the cockhead and then back again.