SAVING SISTER SUSAN

Feature writer: John Beard
Feature title: Saving Sister Susan
Uploaded: ASSTR 2001
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Story codes: MF, 1st, Sacrilegious
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Saving Sister Susan

This is an episode of Saint Samantha’s School, the saga of a lecherous, young priest and his assistant, a hugely endowed and unprincipled monk who have been assigned to help
the newly appointed Principal of a Convent School establish proper discipline for her sometimes-unruly residential schoolgirls.

God had a purpose in mind. Father Murphy was sure of that. He was punishing him for his transgressions, his weakness, and his surrender to the sins of the flesh. The young priest sat at his desk in the dimly lighted room and reflected guiltily on the terrible things he had done since coming here to this school. He wanted to fall to his knees and pray for forgiveness. He hadn’t even confessed his sins. He couldn’t bring himself to admit them to another, not even the kindly Father O’Brien.

He had taken advantage of the trusting innocence of girls entrusted to his spiritual care. For two weeks now, he’d been successful in resisting the temptation but he didn’t feel
confident that he could continue. The young schoolgirl Ann, whom he’d so wantonly deflowered, had tempted him in the confessional when she confessed to wanting to sin with him again. Silently, the tortured priest sought the strength to resist, to defeat his evil inclinations.

Sister Susan sat nervously in the small anteroom outside Father Murphy’s office, dreading that she had to make her confession today to Father Murphy. Confessing to Father O’Brien was bad enough but at least he went away after so she didn’t have to see him in the convent. And she’d never done anything as bad as what she had to confess to him today. How had she got in this situation? At Saint Vincent’s she’d heard the other girls whisper and giggle about this Sister or that ‘sleeping’ with so and so, but she hadn’t really understood what they meant.

All of her schooling had been in schools run by the church, first at St. Mary’s, then for the last five years, in St. Vincent’s. Her Uncle Pat, Father Patrick O’Malley, had been the resident priest at both institutions and, unbeknownst to her, this family relationship had shielded her from other potential non-family relationships in the residential schools. Even during her last four years of high school, when her voluptuous body was tempting the few unprincipled nuns who preyed on girls such as she, they resisted because of her uncle’s position in the school. Now, however, Uncle Pat was not around and Sister Capello had done what others had not.

It would be easier for all if he could hear confessions behind a screen but for reasons he didn’t understand, the Mother Superior had decreed that Confession should take place
on a face-to-face basis. For him it was both embarrassing and often temptingly erotic to hear nubile girls confess to sinful thoughts and sometimes to salacious, sinful actions. Who was he going to have to face today?

Could she just leave and not confess? Sister Capello was older and a full-fledged nun. If she could do what she did, then it must not be that bad. The Novice felt warmth suffuse
her loins as she remembered what it had been like. She had to fight it. The Bible was firm. It was a sin. A terrible sin. God had destroyed people for committing it.

“You can come in now, Sister.”

Susan jumped, feeling guilty of unclean thoughts when Father Murphy opened the door to his office and beckoned to her. She rose from the chair and followed him inside, looking quickly around the room. The priest’s small, crowded office did
triple-duty. There was a desk where he did the boring administrative work that came with his position. There was a low prayer bench where supplicant’s for absolution knelt when they confessed to their transgressions with a facing chair where the priest sat during that time. And, right beside the prayer bench there was a bed since, along with being an office and a confessional, the room was also Father Murphy’s bedroom. The placement of the bed had been particularly advantageous on occasion but, with his desire to reform, Father Murphy knew he should relocate it away from the confessional.

“It’s sort of like going to the dentist, isn’t it, Sister? You don’t want to do it but you know that if you don’t, you’ll have worse trouble later on.”

“Oh, Father Murphy, I suppose it is.”

And she smiled weakly. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as she’d thought? He was young so perhaps he would understand. Wad he ever tempted to sin the way she had? At least the room was quite dark. The priest gestured and Susan went over to the free form confessional and knelt. The priest sat on a chair in front of her, his hands on his knees, a large, gold cross dangling from one hand as he waited for her to begin.

“Oh, Father. I have sinned. I have sinned, terribly,” the demure Novice said hesitantly and shyly.

“Tell me about it, then, my child,” he said, wondering what this girl imagined was so serious. “I’m sure that God will forgive you.”

“But, Father? It was? Like? It was with Sister Capello.” The words rushed from her mouth as she tried to get it over with as fast as possible. “Like, she sinned too, Father. Satan made her sin and? Like? She sinned with me?”

He hadn’t noticed before how beautiful this young Novice was. Even her habit couldn’t disguise the full shapeliness of her body and her mouth was so full-lipped, soft and kissable that it seemed a shame it would be wasted in a convent.

The young priest struggled with his conscience, feeling a sinful stirring in his groin and looked at the voluptuous Novice kneeling before him. He guessed, easily, what the sin was. He knew it happened and usually it was the same story. A young Novice like Sister Susan would be seduced into lesbian actions by one of the older ones like Sister Capello. It was wrong, he knew, but it had been part of his rationalization for his own actions.

“Well, Sister Susan, He can’t forgive you unless you confess so tell me about what happened. And tell me how it affected you.”

“Oh, Father? I’m so ashamed. And embarrassed. She…like? She came to my cell last night. She’s done that before, sir. She comes and talks to me and tries to help me…like? I tell her
about the sinful feelings I get sometimes. Like, Father? I’m not sure if I’m meant to be in God’s service? I get these feeling about? Like? You know? About men, sir?”

“That’s perfectly normal, my child.” he said in a gentle voice as his sinful organ swelled and throbbed. “The Blessed Virgin will help you to control those urges. What did Sister Capello do?”

It was a sin, too, for this beautiful, young woman never to know a man.

“Well, Father? Like. I’ve told Father O’Brien before about the feelings I get, but last night… before Sister Capello came… I was. Oh Father Murphy, I’m so ashamed.”

The distraught Novice paused. Should she tell him everything?

“I was. I was sinning before she came; Sir, and I started to cry. She put her arms around me and? Like? Well, I was undressed and in bed, Father, and when she held me, her hands, like? Oh, Father, it was my fault, I guess. I didn’t have anything on. no robe or anything. She began to touch me. And she could tell what I’d been doing.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, Sister. I’m sure she was just trying to make you relax and feel better.” Yeah, I bet.

He felt a hot surge of jealousy as he imagined the big nun making Sapphic love to this delicious morsel.

“But Father? Like? She touched me here? And here?” The sensuous, young Novice said as she indicated her breasts and groin.

“So? That wasn’t a problem, was it? I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it. She was just trying to console you. And you are rather large up top, aren’t you, my child. I suspect she
couldn’t avoid it.”

Double D, at least. More than a handful. The young priest pruriently awaited more detail.

“I don’t think that was why, Father? I don’t think it was an accident. Like, she squeezed them? And played with them? And she got her fingers down below and? Like? Oh, Father, I’m so embarrassed. Do I have to tell you all of what we did?”

“Yes, my child. I won’t be able to grant you absolution unless you are completely open and honest with me.” He said in a gentle voice. “And, perhaps she did go a bit too far, Sister. But that’s still not very serious. Unless? Tell me everything she did.”

Sister Susan suddenly burst into tears and she sobbed.

“Oh, Father. It made me… gave me sinful feelings… like when I touch myself, only, only even wickeder, and it didn’t stop there. She got into bed with me and she kissed me? She kissed me all over, sir? She even kissed me down there and she made me do it to her. kiss her, too. Ohh, Father? We were like those women in Sodom and Gomorrah, sir. We sinned terribly, Father.”

“But you didn’t want to, Sister. God will forgive you. And you didn’t enjoy it, did you?”

The young priest said as he envisioned the tall, slender, mature blonde Sister Capello with this buxom, young girl. Was it Satan or God that was tempting him?

“Ohh Father? That’s why it’s such a terrible sin. I wanted to! I wanted her to kiss me there and then, when she did, I wanted to do the same to her.”

“Oh my. Does that mean that you? That you surrendered to Satan’s wiles?”

Eyes downcast, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, the sensual Novice said in a weak voice.

“Yesss Father. Like? Like? She made it happen, Father. Like, you know? I’ve committed the sin of, you know. I’ve touched myself, only it was, like? It made me kind of crazy Father. I got so excited that I forgot about God for a few minutes. And I’m scared that I’ll do it again. I, I? I want her to do it to me again, Father. So God can’t forgive me, can he?”

Father Murphy knew then that he would break his renewed vow of celibacy. Maybe the circumstances were forgivable this time he rationalized, since he was trying to save the young Novice from the more serious sins of Sodom. Perhaps that was why God was had sent her here?

“Come back here tonight, my child,” he ordered in a firm voice. “Perhaps we can find a
way to make you repent of that sin and gain forgiveness. Be here right after Vespers.”

Father Murphy fought temptation, but not very hard. His rationalization in the afternoon was reinforced by the knowledge that the lovely Novice had already let herself be seduced by a woman. Shortly before she was due to arrive he went into the little bathroom that adjoined his office and injected his limp penis with a substance usually prescribed for men with erectile problems. He didn’t have Brother John’s huge dimensions but the stamina he derived from the injections had ensured that when he succumbed to temptation he didn’t commit the further sin of leaving the girl frustrated and unsatisfied. But tonight, he told himself, it was just a precaution. If God signaled that he should save this young Novice by showing her what God intended a woman to know, he ought to make sure he did it right.

It was about eight when he heard a faint knock on his office door and he opened it to admit the voluptuous young Novice. Tonight she was wearing the grey robe that went with her position in the order and, as she timidly sat on the chair by his desk, she asked, “Are we going to pray, Father? I’ve been praying all afternoon for His help.”

“Do you still believe you’d let Sister Capello do that to you again, Sister?” He asked, not admitting to himself that he hoped she would answer in the affirmative.

“Yes, Father. I… I think so?” The pretty girl replied in a faint, guilty voice. “I still feel…like? I still want to feel the way she made me feel last night, sir?”

Susan tried to blank out the sinful memories of Sister Capello’s hot mouth and tongue caressing her most intimate regions.

“You know, Sister, that God does not condone that sort of thing between members of the same gender. He will forgive easily a lapse of chastity between a man and a woman, but
between two women or two men it’s much worse… especially if they haven’t repented. If you had sinned with a man, He would forgive readily, but you sinned with another woman and you say you want to sin with her again. That is very serious, Sister Susan.”

“But, sir? Father? What can I do?”

“Are you a virgin, Sister? Have you ever been with a man?”

“Oh, Father! Of course not! Of course I’m a virgin!”

“Well, my child, that may be why you feel so tempted by Sister Capello. That may be why you wouldn’t be able to resist if she wanted to do it to you again.”

Surely God would understand if he, himself, sinned again? Perhaps He even wanted him to show this lovely Novice that His way was best? The lecherous priest schemed and
rationalized his lewd designs on the voluptuous supplicant’s body. God wants me to save her from sodomy. But I must proceed carefully. She must believe that what is happening is a religious experience or she might be tempted in future to behave promiscuously with men.

“Oh, sir? Do you think so? But what can I do, then? Does that mean I have to leave the order and get married? I don’t want to do that. I want to dedicate my life to God’s work,
Father?”

“Well, Sister Susan. You don’t have to leave the order but, if you remain a virgin, you’ll be constantly vulnerable to Sister Capello and others like her. As your priest and confessor, I may be able to help you. That is, if you want me to?” Yes, she was responding almost perfectly. It must be God’s plan. “Do you mean, Father, that you’d break your vow to help me?” The Novice said, her eyes widening naively in surprise.

Was her priest really telling her that he’d lay with her to save her?

“It’s the only way I know how to help, unless you want to leave the Order, my child.” The cleric said in a kind, understanding voice.

At the moment, he was thinking guiltily about breaking something other than his vow, however. And unlike his one other defloration, this cherry would be fully ripened. He turned off the overhead light then so that the lamp on his desk only dimly lighted the small room.

“Now, if you believe there is still hope for you and you want to try to get ready for repentance that way, you must take off your robes, my child.”

“But, Father? I? I? Like? You mean, undress in front of you? You want me to be naked, sir?” Susan shuddered at the thought of a man, seeing her naked.

“That’s right, Sister. But you don’t have to be embarrassed, my child. Remember, I’m your Priest so it’s sort of like getting undressed for your doctor.”

And the lascivious man of the cloth smiled inwardly at the deceptive comparison, his guilty feelings evaporating in the heat of his lust.

“I can’t help it, sir. I’m embarrassed. Do you have to leave the light on, Father?” She asked in a quavering voice.

He turned off the lamp, knowing that the light through the transom above the door would be more than adequate once his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness. He watched as, hesitantly, she opened her robe and slipped it off of her shoulders. Under it, she was nude and, even in the dim light; he could see that she was truly voluptuous in build.

The Novice nun was quite short, just a couple of inches over five feet in height. Her breasts were large and heavy, impressively large, in fact. And, although the big, soft
flesh bags sagged from their heavy weight, the nipples were pointing up at a forty-five degree angle. Her hips flared out widely from her waist and her somewhat fat belly projected convexly above a heavily bushed and prominent mons. Her short legs were slightly parted as she stood there in the nearly dark room but he could see how they tapered curvaceously from her large thighs to her full calves. His organ was in a state
of throbbing erection as he anticipated getting into the girl’s lush, ripe body.

He wondered if this seventeen year old would react differently than the precociously developed adolescent, Ann, when he broke her cherry. When he moved from his chair to sit on the sofa, the naked Novice moved nervously away from him towards the door. He was naked, too, under his robes but it was not yet time to reveal himself to the innocent novitiate.

He said in a soft but commanding voice, “Now, Sister Susan, come stand here in front of me.”

She realized now that, even with the office lights off, he could see her nudity but it was not light enough for him to see how her face was flushed in hot embarrassment. Her knees quaking in trepidation, she walked with short steps to stand in front of the big, black-robed priest.

“Take my hand in yours.” he directed the fearful would-be nun and, hesitantly, she did as he asked.

“Tell me, my child, where did Sister Capello first touch you last night.” he asked and, in a weak voice, the Novice replied, “Well, sir, like? On my face…my cheek, Father.”

“I want you to take my hand and put it everywhere she put her hand, Sister. And when you do that, also tell me how it makes you feel.”

He could feel her trembling grasp on his wrist as she placed his hand on her cheek and he felt a wetness there that indicated she was shedding tears. He had a momentary pang of conscience about what he was doing but then, as she moved his hand down past her neck to the swelling rise of her soft, heavy, right breast, the feel of her pneumatic flesh sent his conscience into retreat. As his palm covered the fullness of the huge mammary he felt the almost instant hardening and engorgement of the nipple.

“Do you feel anything special, Sister?” The priest asked, knowing that the swelling nipple betrayed that she was being aroused by his touch.

As he spoke, he rolled the big, rubbery cylinder between his thumb and forefinger.

“Aahhh…Oohhh Father. Yes.” The young virgin gasped as hot thrills coursed outward from her enlarged, sensitive nipple to her belly. “Oohhh, sirr. It’s like last night, sir.”

“That’s a good sign, my child. It probably means that what you did last night hasn’t completely perverted you.” And he placed his other hand on her left breast to be rewarded by an equally satisfying enlargement of the other big, hard nipple. He pinched its thickly projecting hardness, saying, “Show me what else Sister Capello did to you. Did she touch you anywhere else?”

“Oh, but sir? Oohhh. You’re giving me the same wicked feelings, sir? Even more, I think? Do you really have to?” The religious girl gasped and her knees sagged weakly as she fought the growing heat in her chaste, young loins.

“Oh, yes, Sister.” He said as he hefted the juicy weight of the soft, heavy flesh bag. “It is good that you feel that way, you know. God understands it when it’s between a man and a woman.”

The timorous young woman reluctantly moved his hand lower across the convex bulge of her belly to the profuse thatch of curly hair that crowned her prominent mons. She was very apprehensive, now. Even more than at first. She could tell that her priest’s tender touch had made her wet down there and she was afraid he would think she was wicked.

His fingers tangled in her hairy bush as he asked, “Did Sister Capello feel you down there, my child. Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Oh, Father? I’m sorry. Yes, she did. She put her hand on me there. Do I have to put your hand there too? Is that what you want?” The Novice whimpered as her legs trembled with a combination of fear and the burgeoning desire in her loins.

“That’s the only way, my child.” The horny cleric said softly. “If we are going to undo the sodomy of last night we must do these things, even if they may be unpleasant for us.
What you allowed to happen then was a serious sin, Sister. And, especially serious because of your vows. I want to help you so I can grant you absolution.” He added, hoping to ensure that the girl would not come to her senses before he had achieved his lascivious intent.

As if he too was still reluctant, he resisted for a moment when she tried to guide his hand lower to the soft nest between her thighs. In her artless innocence, Susan had a momentary fear that her priest would relent and not help her to gain forgiveness so she pushed down harder on his wrist, forcing him to touch her there.

“My child! Oh, my child!” She heard him exclaim as his fingers touched her pussy and, for a moment, she was afraid he was going to tell her she was destined for the tortures of Hell for eternity. “Were you like this last night. Did Sister Capello release your lustful juices?”

“Oohhh Father!” the buxom virgin gasped as his finger unerringly found her erect clitoris and pressed it. “Ohh, sirr?” she moaned as her loins were pervaded by a wickedly exciting surge of hot, carnal lust. “I…I…I think so, Father?”

“And do you like being touched there?” He asked as he slid his fingers into the fat, slippery folds of her fleshy pussy and touched the sensitive, never entered vaginal portal. “Does it make you want more?”

“Hanh…Annh…Aahhh, sirr? Sirr? Will I go to Hell, Father? It makes me feel… Want… Oohhh sirrr? I want you to touch me more, sir? I think Satan is in me?” And as she gasped out her confession, she spread her shaky legs wider apart and tried to pull his hand tighter against her softly throbbing, wet cunt-flesh.

“Does it make you want to be kissed there too, my child? Is that what you want, now? Do you want to feel her lips and tongue? Is that where she kissed you last night?”

“Yes, Father.” The would-be nun said in a faint voice. “I mean, no, Father…I mean…not her lips…but…Oohhh Father… I want to be kissed there…What can I do, Father?” She asked, still afraid she had committed an unforgivable sin.

“I know now what has to be done, Sister. It is worse than I expected, but if we sacrifice ourselves and pray, there is a way. Lie down on the end of the bed, Sister.” And as he spoke he guided the frightened but aroused young virgin over to the end of the bed and down onto her back. “I have to do what Sister Capello did last night, my child.” The immoral priest said softly. “We have to find out if you became perverted because another woman did this to you. I hope you didn’t, my child, but if you find it unpleasant when I kiss you, tell me right away. I have heard stories from other priests about girls who became perverted from just one such experience and could gain pleasure only from another woman.”

While he talked in a serious tone of voice, the lewd cleric knelt between the young woman’s heavy, shapely thighs and bent close to the soft, wet nest. The artless Novice tensed her buxom body expectantly when she felt the priest’s hot breath on her sensitive labia. His fingers touched the creases where her full thighs joined to her hips and then, as she gasped wordlessly, he was touching and spreading the swollen flesh folds of her innocent, young pussy.

“HANNH!” She cried out in a spontaneous reaction when his hot tongue licked the tender slit and then, in guilty embarrassment at her lewd response, she bit her hand to stifle her cries.

The sinful priest felt a thrill of triumph when she cried out. This was going to be even easier than he’d hoped. With his fingers, he spread the fat labia and fastened his lips on her erect clitoral projection, thrumming his tongue on the trigger of the virgin’s sensuality. As he did this, he heard her gasping intake of breath and she arched her hips up at him, almost smothering him with the wet, pulpy softness of her fat cunt.

“Mmmmph…My child…” Susan heard his muffled voice.

“Mmmyess… my child… Mmmm…That’s right…Mmmm… God will help…if you let Him…Does it feel good… Mmmmm… Sister Susan… tell mmmmeee…”

“Aahhh… Aahhh Father… Father…” The Novice panted, biting her hand to stifle her cries of response. Her belly churned from the intense stimulation and she whimpered breathlessly, “Yes…hanh… yesss Father. I can’t help it… Hannh… I love it…”

The nun’s short, shapely legs spread wider and her heavy hips rocked awkwardly as she pushed against the wickedly exciting mouth that was making her feel so evilly aroused. His tongue thrust into the hot, corrugated vaginal portal while one finger continued to rub her throbbing clit as he asked, “Do you feel as if we’re going to make your evil desire come out of you, Sister? Is this the way that Sister Capello made you feel, my child?”

“Hanh…Annh…Yes… Annh yesss Father…Hannh… I can’t… Hannh… help it.” She panted and then, when his lips again closed on her traitorous clit, her hands grasped the priest’s head and she pulled him tighter against her pulsating pussy.

Her big, soft thighs locked around his head and her wide hips rocked wildly as her unwilling climax surged through her innocent loins. The hot-blooded cleric thrust his tongue into the spasming entrance to her virgin cunt and almost smothered as her soft, wet pussy-pie was mashed against his face. And then her legs fell away and she tried to push him away, momentarily unable to take more contact with her sensitized clit.

“Father? Oohhh Father…hanh. Am I going to be saved? Hannh… I felt it come out of me, Father…hanh… Will I be forgiven?”

The priest raised his dripping wet face from the softness of her genitals for a moment as he said softly, “I hope so, Sister? I hope so? Did you like that, my child? Was it as good as last night?”

“Father Murphy? Oh yes! Oh yesss, I know it was!” The young Novice replied although she was not sure if it had been.

Sister Capello had seemed to know exactly how to excite her and she’d taken much longer. The would-be nun, however, did not dare to admit this and, when her priest began, again, to tongue her still throbbing vulva, she lay there submissively and accepted his further ministrations. She hoped that he would show her that she had not become perverted by last night’s evil experience.

“That is good, my child.” Father Murphy said as he once more worked to arouse his innocent conquest. “But we have much more to do before we have undone the wickedness of last night. But, if God gives me the strength, we will overcome Satan’s work.”

After a couple of minutes of skillful kissing of the young woman’s sweet, soft pussy, he could tell that she was, once again becoming aroused. “Do you still feel evil desires within your body, my child?” He asked, knowing full well that she did. “Did that one time drive them from you, Sister Susan?”

Her fear of hellfire renewed by the return of her lustful need, the Novice whimpered, “Hanh? Annh? Ohh Father Murphy? I’m afraid, sir? I? I… Ohh Father? I still feel evil desires within me? What will I do, Father? Oohhh, what can I do?”

“Come, my child. All is not lost. I had hoped that what we did would be enough, but… We must go beyond that. There is only one way now to ensure that Satan’s evil has been expunged from your body, Sister Susan.”

And as he spoke, the priest helped the young woman to her feet.

Susan’s knees buckled and Father Murphy held her up, bringing her short, naked body against his. She felt something hard pressing against her bare belly through the priest’s heavy robe and then he was tilting her face, his mouth coming down to hers. His lips and face were wet and slick and she realized that it was the sinful, oily fluids from her own body that she felt and tasted as his hot tongue forced its way between her teeth.

“It is God’s intent that man and woman be joined together in the flesh, my child. You and I have vowed to forego that joining to devote all our love to God’s work.”

He savored the soft mobility of the Novice’s mouth and her easy acceptance of his tongue in her hot, moist mouth.

“The flesh is weak, Sister, and sometimes, those of us like Sister Capello yield to Satan. She has dragged you down with her. God needs to know if you have truly repented, my child. And I must be his instrument to find this out.”

While the lustful, young priest lectured the artless Novice, his hand was busy between her trembling legs as he fingered the pulpy wetness of her throbbing pussy.

“Did you tell me the truth? Are you truly still a virgin, my child? Have you ever yielded to the temptations of the flesh before last night?”

“Hanh? Annh, Father. No… I mean, yesss. Ohh Father, honest, I’m still a virgin but? Ohh, Father? I’ve touched myself? Like? Before I joined the Order, sir? I didn’t know, Father?”

But only Sister Capello’s fingers and now, her priest’s had made her tingle this way.

“Come, then, my child. For I too am a virgin.” He lied. “I will be God’s instrument of purification, Sister. We must be together to drive the devil from your sinful body.”

The scheming priest sat, and then lay back on the bed without relinquishing the contact of his hand with her sex.

“I will pray for strength to achieve this. Remember, Sister Susan, to be successful you must let all of Satan’s wicked lust come out. You must not hold back any evil, carnal thoughts you may have, even though saying them may seem depraved. And, if we can work God’s will, we will remain virgins in His eyes.”

The gullible girl listened hopefully to his every word as her knees wobbled with her growing excitement from his gently teasing fingers.

“Tell me, Father? What must I do?”

“Open my robe, my child. Open my robe and God’s instrument will be yours to use for your salvation.”

With trembling fingers, the Novice untied the belt that held the big priest’s robe and, as she did, it parted to reveal to her shocked eyes the erect penis that she had felt against
her, through the robe. Just as with his other virgin, young Ann, it looked immense to the nun’s innocent eyes although it was of only average dimensions.

“OHHH FATHER!” she exclaimed. “Oohhh Father Murphy? Is? Is that what you? Like? Oohhh, sirr? What am I supposed to do?”

“That is God’s key to open you for deliverance, Sister. Get on top of me, my child. Kneel over me and, first, we will pray for guidance.” He replied as he guided the full-figured, young beauty until she was on her hands and knees, straddling his hips.

Her large, soft breasts jiggled pendulously as she knelt there, trembling, conscious of the hard projection that was almost touching her throbbing vulva and, as he cupped one of her swollen mammaries and milked its heavy fullness, she whimpered, “What do you want me to do, Father?”

“Pray, my child.” He said, his voice choked with lust. “Pray for guidance, Sister Susan. And while you pray, I will use God’s key to prepare you to have Satan’s hiding place unlocked.”

“Help me, my Lord. Show me the way to forgiveness.” She prayed in a faint, halting voice. “Show me THE WAY GOD…” And her voice rose and she jerked up and away from him when she felt the burning heat as the priest arched his hips and pressed his hot, hard tool against her pulsating genitals.

“Oh, my child, you mustn’t pull away.” the cleric said in a softly reproving tone. “Unless? Are you longing for Sister Capello’s kiss, Sister? Is that what it is?”

The girl quickly lowered her hips again until she felt the hot touch of the instrument on her cringing pussy and, afraid he would abandon her, she protested, “No Father. It’s not
that. I…I…I was just surprised, that’s all. Please, Father? Prepare me for what God wants.”

Then, resting her forehead on the priest’s hairy chest, prayed.

“Ohh, Precious Virgin!” She intoned in a stronger voice as she felt the exciting sensations from the sliding contact of ‘God’s key’ with the throbbing seat of her desires. Unwilling, lustful thrills surged through her horny, young loins as she pleaded breathlessly, “Precious Virgin. Forgive me for my evil actions. Forgive me.”

“Do you feel anything, my child?” The wicked priest asked as he slid his throbbing tool along the crease between the fat labia, making frequent contact with her clitoral trigger. “Is the Virgin Mary showing you the way to expunge your carnal lust?”

His mouth and his fingers had aroused the Novice to near- orgasmic state and, as the slick knob of his cock teased the tender, sensitive crevice of her vulva and paused,
tantalizingly, at the hot portal to her virgin vagina, she was almost overwhelmed by a hunger that she could not define. Gradually, as he increased the periodic pressure on the hot, never entered orifice, she felt an overwhelming desire to take it inside. In her innocence, the Novice took this as a signal from Above and she whimpered panting,

“Father… anh, Father? In. Put it in me. Use God’s key to open me, sir…Hanh, Father? The Virgin is showing me that this is the way. Put it in, sir. Drive Satan from my evil body with God’s Holy Instrument.”

He pushed the young woman upright above him then as he said, “That is what I thought She would tell you, my child. I must use God’s Key to unlock your body and free Satan’s evil lust. But, Sister Susan, it may be painful. You must be strong and determined, my child. If you truly want to be saved, you must find the way and guide it in. Your lust is deep-seated and I hope that the instrument God has given me for this will reach far enough. The key must go deep, Sister. Don’t weaken, my child. And I will do my utmost to help you.”

With trembling fingers, the Novice reached down to grasp the hard, thickly veined projection and, her body tensing in fearful anticipation, she directed it unerringly to the hot, hungry orifice. She lowered her lush hips and, as the thick knob dilated the virgin portal, she paused. There was a feeling of discomfort, for a moment, as the bulbous tip stretched the unsullied opening but it was almost immediately replaced by a surge of lustful heat in her loins as the friction titillated the sensitive nerve-ends.

“Oh, yes, my child. We will unlock your body to free you,” the wickedly scheming confessor gasped but, for a moment, he wondered if the would-be nun was really still a virgin. “We must open you so that Satan’s lust can come out of you.” Then, as she gingerly lowered her wide hips a fraction more, his cock encountered the incontrovertible proof of the ripe Novice’s vestal state.

“Father? Oohhh Father Murphy?” she whimpered as she felt an ache from the pressure. Then, sinking a slight bit lower, she whimpered, “Hanh? Sir? Hanh? It is hurting, sir? It hurts?”

With gentle hands, the unprincipled priest stroked her big breasts and flaring flanks, looking up at the sexy, full-lipped postulate as he said softly, “Satan wants it that way… He wants you to keep his wicked lust trapped in you behind that barrier. He is working to make it difficult for you, Sister Susan. Pray for help, my child. Pray to the Virgin for help.”

As he led the young innocent on with his words, the priest flexed his throbbing tool in the soft confines of her vaginal vestibule and caressed her distended nipples and pulsating clit.

“Dear God. Help me. I want your Holy Key to open my evil body, God. I want to be free of my carnal thoughts.”

The lush-bodied nun prayed as the fires in her belly flamed at the ongoing titillation of her sensitive, virginal orifice. The pain increased as she pushed down but, her eyes squeezed shut, she ignored it in the hope of salvation.

“Don’t weaken, my child,” The wicked cleric urged softly, wondering if she had an unusually tough hymen.

The young teenager he had deflowered was the only one he had initiated before and he was sure that he had broken through into her with much less difficulty.

“Satan is trying to stay locked up inside you. You must help unlock his evil.”

With a sharp intake of breath, the buxom Novice bravely made a firm, hard push downward, uttering a gasping squeal as her hymeneal barrier ruptured painfully and, with the release of its restraint, her wide hips surged suddenly lower.

“HAANNGGHH…AAANNNGGHHH…aarrrgghhh!” She exclaimed as her lower body was pierced by the sharp pain of her defloration and her virginal channel was expanded by the cunt-stretching invasion of the priest’s hard cock. “Father! Oohhh Father Murphy!”

Father Murphy had a momentary twinge of guilt for deceiving this young, innocent future nun but the flood of hot sensations washed his remorse away as her tight, virginal
passage engulfed his throbbing tool. The buxom Novice’s wide hips sank lower until her plump, hair-cushioned mons was pressed tight to his pubis and she sat there, immobile,
impaled on the hard shaft. It seemed to the first-entered Novice that her whole lower body was filled by the invading spear and, as she sat there, paralyzed, tears rolled down her cheeks.

“There, Sister Susan. There. You have unlocked the gate. Now we will drive Satan from you.” The horny ecclesiast said softly as he flexed his tightly clasped organ in the delightful grip of the virgin’s sheath, letting it soak in the wet heat and allowing her time to adjust to the first-time expansion.

He needed the momentary cessation of movement to maintain control of his lust. Watching her face for signs that the initial pain was over, awaiting a return of her previous desire, he milked her large, soft tit-globes and played with the big, rubbery nipples. He felt a gradual relaxation of the almost painfully tight clasp of her sheath on his cock and the tension in her body seemed to abate after a minute or so.

“Now, my child, we will use the key to unlock your hidden lust. We will not allow Satan to keep it buried within you so that Sister Capello can take advantage. You must move now,
Sister Susan. You must move up and down while God’s instrument seeks the evil that is within you.”

Placing his hands on her wide, soft hips, he urged the young nun to lift up. As her body rose, she felt a relief from the dilating pressure but, at the same time, she felt a sense of loss. He moved his hands away to heft her huge tit-globes and the inexperienced novice moved too high so that his cock slipped out of the hot, wet receptacle.

“Do you want to stop, Sister?” he asked. Is that why you let the key escape?”

“NO! Oh nooo, Father!” The young postulate gasped and, quickly, her hand reached down to stuff the thick knob back in her steamy twat. “What do I do, sir. What am I supposed to do?”

“Push down again, my child. Push down and then rise up and the key will find the way to open the gates of Satan’s lust.”

This time, as she slowly lowered her hips, the seventeen year old, would-be nun felt a hot, sinful thrill emanate out from her wicked genitals to fill her loins with a satisfying sense of fullness.

The pressure was still intense as the thick shaft expanded her young sheath and she was still tender from having her cherry broken but she was sure now that the priest was going to release her from her evil desires.

Lying back, the cleric mauled her massive breasts and squeezed the wide softness of her shapely hips as he delighted in the tight clasp of her slippery sheath. She was quiet, at first, but as she moved awkwardly up and down on the impaling instrument, she felt in her belly the growing heat of desire.

“Tell me Sister Susan. Tell me what you feel, my child. Are you thinking of Sister Capello?”

“Father? Oohhh Father? I feel? Like? Satan is controlling me. I want it. I want to be…Oohhh Father… you know… I want to be like a… Father… yesss… do it, help me.”

Her priest was fucking her. She’d heard girls giggle about it and she knew it was how God made babies but until today she’d thought that being a nun meant that she’d never be fucked. The word, the thought, sent more shivers through her tortured loins.

“Say it, my child. Say what you want…” He urged as he arched slightly to penetrate deeper into her tortured sheath.

“Father…fuh…fuh, fuck me, Father, fuuuck my evil cunt with God’s instrument. Fuck me and drive Satan from me Father. Fuck meee.”

And the buxom novice began to ride him faster. The wicked words she’d heard girls giggle about gained new significance as she experienced, first-hand, the reality of sex.

“Oohhh yesss, my child… Oohhh yesss…” The priest panted in delight as the novitiate’s tight sheath stroked his throbbing cock. “Do you feel it yet? Do you feel Satan’s lust
coming out of you? Is the key going deep enough to unlock it?”

“Hanh…hurry…Hannh…hurry… Oohhh sirr… harder …hanh… harder…” She panted breathlessly. Satan was there, in her belly. God’s key was there too and both could not remain.

Father Murphy was using God’s key to displace Satan and she could feel the evil power trying to escape.

Susan ground her soft pelvis down on him and she gasped, “Hannh, hard… Hannh… deep …Hannh…deeper Father, yesss …Hannh, Yesss… it’s cumming… cummminng out of me…”

Squeezing her swollen flesh bags, he arched up and drove the last centimeter of his prick into her tight sheath as he felt it twitch, then for a moment gape open before it locked on his cock. Her soft, fat pelvis slid on his pubis and her innocent cock-scabbard convulsed, milking his deeply thrust organ like a marshmallow hand as she panted and whimpered in release.

“Ohh yesss, my child. We’re winning.” The priest panted and, pulling her down harder, two weeks supply of stored up semen erupted hotly into her spasming cunt.

He moaned as his gushing, spurting fuck-tool pumped his semen up into the very depths of the Novice’s first-fucked passage, the delightful enclosure draining him into her.

“Hannh…Hannh…Annh…Father…Hannh…” The Novice gasped as she felt the flooding, wet heat of his gism inundating her young fuckwell. “Oohhh Father…I feel… It’s like I’m purified with Holy Water…he’s gone… I… I… Oohhh Father. pray with me.” She whimpered, believing that the hotly gushing wetness she had felt, at the end, had been a sign that she was freed.

“Was that better than with Sister Capello?” He asked. “Would you rather do that with her or is God’s way better?”

“Father. Oohhh Father. God’s way. God’s way is best, I feel… Like? Oohhh Father… We drove him from me…God gave me a sign with his Holy Balm.” The girl said in a soft, sincere voice.

The hypocritical priest held the young novitiate astride his hips as they prayed, his cock still in her cum-sodden pussy. He felt, for just a passing moment, guilty for what he’d done but, looking at the buxom, young beauty still impaled on his maleness, seeing her red, full-lipped mouth, his guilt melted away. And the injection did its job. He was still rock-hard and fully erect. After a few minutes, although she tried to fight it, Sister Susan felt a stirring from the ongoing, spasmodic flex of the priest’s deeply buried organ.

The priest, meanwhile, was watching the young Novice’s soft, sexy, mouth and plotting how he would persuade her to wrap those soft, red lips around his cock. He sensed the resurgence of the girl’s desire and he arched his hips to thrust his penis deeper into her plump body.

“I’m glad, my child. I’m glad that we have succeeded in exorcising evil desires from your body. But, Sister, we can’t stay together like this. You must get off of me,” The immoral
priest said in a soft voice. “I have used God’s key to unlock your virgin jewel box and release Satan’s lust. Your vestal womb has been bathed with the purifying creamy balm of his Holy Purpose. And now some of the sinful lust we drove from you is within me. And I must find a way to rid myself of it.”

“Ohh, Father? Oohhh nooo! You mean that, by helping me, you put yourself in danger? You sacrificed yourself to save me? Oh, Father? Is there anything I can do to help you?” The gullible girl asked but she made no move to dismount and she wondered if her own renewed desires meant that she, too, was still possessed.

“Please, my child. Please. You must get off.” He said in a choking voice. “You must leave me before it is too late.” But as he spoke, he mauled her huge, soft breasts and began to thrust up into her big, open body, enjoying the liquid clasp of her cum-sodden sheath.

“I want to help you, Father Murphy. You did it for me. What can I do Father?” The trusting innocent whimpered tearfully. “It’s my fault that you are acting like this. It’s my sinfulness that’s infecting you. Let me help you, sir?” Please?” And as she whimpered, she began to rock her wide hips, her first-fucked cunt seething with revived lust.

“No, Sister Susan. I can’t let you. You are so pure and innocent. And this is not God’s Key that you feel within you, now. That is Satan’s horn that is buried in your innocent
body. He is trying to escape from me. He wants to explode back into you, my child.” And, as he spoke, the buxom Novice’s heavy hips jerked in an unwilling response to the expansion of her sheath.

“Hanh…But…Hanh…Father…Hanh…I’ll take it, hanh… I’ll take it back, Father,” The young nun panted as her passion grew. “It is my sinfulness that caused this,” she said although, at that moment, she was not asking for his sake alone but also, because she had an overwhelming desire to be fucked again.

“Oohhh, my child, my innocent child of God.” The horny cleric said as he pulled her soft body closer and drove up into her tight sheath. “Ohh, Sister Susan! Get off of me. You must!” He panted but he pulled her down so that her soft tit-pillows were mashed against his chest and then he rolled with her so that they fell from the low sofa to the floor.

“Hung!” the once-fucked Novice grunted as her seducer’s full weight came down on her flesh-padded hips and he drove his hard weapon up into her tender vagina. “Hunngghh… Hunngghh…Hunngghh…” she exclaimed, breathlessly, as he hammered her acquiescent body.

“Push me away, my child. Make me stop!” He said as he thrust roughly into the tight receptacle.

“Oh, Susan! I am fucking you with Satan’s horn, now. I am fucking your pure and innocent cunt, Sister.” The priest said in a husky voice.

“Unngh…sirr… Unnhhh… Father… do it… Unngh… it’s alright, Father… Use me, sir, hunhh… Use me to free yourself… Fuck my evil cunt with Satan’s horn!” The plump nun panted as she opened herself wider to take his fierce thrusts.

The priest shifted higher on the broad, deep plane of the young nun’s hips and began to ride her ripe, lush body. “Oh, yeesss, my child. Oohhh yeesss… Your cunt is so wet and
tight. Yes, move your big, lovely ass, Sister! You want to cum, don’t you, Sister Susan. You want to feel my cock in your cunt. You want to be fucked by Satan’s horn! Fuck up at me, Sister! Fuck me like the little whore you are!”

“Father? Hunngghh. Oohhh Father Murphy? Oohhh yeesss…Use me like a whore, Father,” The young Novice whimpered as she was once again assailed by the fires of lust in her innocent loins. “Let me free you from Satan… NOW! NOW FATHER! You’re making me… Oohhh siirrr! Hard. Fuck me hard, sir. Fuck my evil cunt with your cock. Faster, Father… Faster!”

Each time he jolted her with a merciless thrust, a ripple of her soft flesh began at her mons and traveled upward making her huge, soft flesh bag tits flop loosely.

Increasing his tempo, he gasped, “That’s it, Sister Susan. I can see how your big tits are jiggling… Your cunt is so hot. Is it good, Sister? ” He reached down to massage her erect clitoris as he kneed her plump thighs wider apart and ground against her pelvis.

The innocent Novice had taken the edge off his lust when she had yielded her virginity to him and now, with consummate skill, he controlled her, his injection-enhanced tool remaining rock-hard within the girl’s softly clinging twat. For almost twenty minutes he rode her buxom body and, to the accompaniment of their salacious dialogue, he brought her to three more gasping, bucking orgasms.

For the last five minutes, the plump, inexperienced nun lay limp and submissive beneath him, her newly initiated sheath tender from the extended reaming, her mons bruised and sore from his relentless hammering of its fleshy prominence. She was whining and mewling with pleasure although, now, her desires were sated. Finally, his own lust reinvigorated, the priest decided that his naive conquest was ripe for his next objective.

“Ohh, Sister Susan. I can’t. I can’t let Satan have you again.” He moaned as he rolled off of her lax, well-fucked body. “I can’t fill your pure and innocent cunt with his sinful seed.”

“Hannh? Sirr? But, Father? What can you do?” the Novice whimpered.

“How will you rid yourself of his lust? Can’t I do it?”

“Oohhh, my child.” The scheming cleric moaned as he placed her hand on his throbbing tool. “I can’t ask you to do it. Not you, Sister Susan. You’re too innocent.”

The girl’s fingers instinctively wrapped around the rock-hard cylinder and squeezed it. He held her wrist and moved her hand slowly up and down, gasping, “Oohhh Sister, I am in pain. He is fighting to escape. You have to stop moving your hand, my child, or I won’t be able to contain him.”

But, Father? Don’t you want him to leave you?” The Novice asked in puzzlement.

“Oh yes, I do, my child. But if he gets free… Like, if his seed escapes into the open…It will be like opening Pandora’s box, Sister. I will be tortured forever. I can only release him safely into…No, Sister. I must find someone who is not pure and innocent. I can’t ask you to.” And intentionally, he didn’t complete the sentence.

“To do what, Father?”The girl asked, as if on cue. “I want to help you. Let me do it, sir. Please?”

“Oh, no, Sister Susan. I must find a woman of the street… a prostitute. I will renounce my vows and find a prostitute. I can ask her to do it.”

“Let me, Father? Let me be your whore like I was when you were fuh…fuh… fucking me?” The gullible novitiate asked. “I should be the one to renounce my vows, sir? It’s my fault.”

“You’re so wonderful, my child. You wouldn’t have to renounce your vow. Not if you did it. But I can’t ask you. You would despise me.”

“Oh, No, Father. I wouldn’t. I’d do anything for you. You know that. What do you want me to do, sir? Let me do it.”

“But, Sister? You know I can’t let him loose in your vestal jewel box. You would be re-possessed if I did. It must be in your…no…I couldn’t ask you to take it there. But we might be able to get rid of it in your… Oh, no, my child.

I can’t ask that.” the lustful priest said in a halting, sincere voice. “Where, Father Murphy? Where can you release it? Tell me, please? Tell me?” The Novice asked in breathless curiosity.

“We can’t, my child. I would have to let it go in your, in your bottom, Sister. It might be painful and. But? Oh, Sister Susan, I’ve heard that something else will sometimes be sufficient, if I release it in. No, I can’t.”

The buxom Novice instinctively clenched her full buttocks as she imagined what it would feel like to be entered there and she asked in an anxious voice, “Where else, sir? Where else can you release it?”

“In your mouth, my child. But you couldn’t do that. You would have to swallow Satan’s jism. It would not infect you again but… and it might not work? It might not be enough?”

Yes! She was going to! Father Murphy looked lustfully at the beautiful Novice’s soft, full-lipped mouth and his throbbing tool jumped with anticipation.

“Please let me, Father. Let me try. I know I can do It.,” The girl said as she rose to her knees. “And, if it doesn’t work… You know? You can do it the way you said… You can do it there… in my bottom.” and as she spoke, she looked at him with her big, innocent eyes.

“But, Sister? If you do? Like? Satan will make me say more terrible things. He will make me try to degrade you, my child. And, when he escapes from me, it will. Like? You can’t stop after it starts, my child. You can’t let it escape. You must swallow his seed. Are you sure you want to?”

“Oh, yes, Father. I want to.” The buxom girl replied and she felt a warm sense of goodness at the thought of offering herself to assist this wonderful priest. “Tell me how to do it, sir. Let me do it.”

“Bend down, Sister Susan. Bend down as if you were praying. And take Satan’s horn into your mouth.” He said in a gentle voice. “No, Sister. Lick it, first. Yes, like that. Oh, Susan. Your tongue is so hot. I know you will draw it from me, Sister.” And as he encouraged her, he cupped and milked her hugely swollen breasts and fingered her sodden pussy- pudding.

Step by step he directed the innocent girl. When her trembling lips nervously surrounded the swollen knob, he held her head and gently forced it lower. The young Novice looked up at him, wide-eyed with concern as she opened her mouth wider to engulf the first three inches of the hot, hard shaft. The religious girl was, at first, self-consciously following his directions, hoping that the Virgin would understand why she was doing this. The feel of his thick, hot organ sliding slickly between her lips made her belly churn with a lascivious sense of pleasure. Then, as his hands fondled her ripe, young body, milking her heavy breasts and stroking her tender pussy, she became more adventuresome. Her head dipped progressively lower and slowly she took more and more of the hot tool into her mouth.

“Aahhh yesss…yesss, Susan.” Her priest moaned in obvious delight and, as he did, she felt a lewd and growing urge to give him greater pleasure. “Oohhh baby…you’re good.” He gasped when the tip of his cock bumped the roof of her mouth and she gagged. “You’re a wonderful cocksucker, Sister…Take it all…Take it all.”

With a perverse sensuality, unlocked by the wickedly salacious urging of the immoral cleric, she brought both of her hands into play. He watched with lewd delight as the full-bodied nun held his cock, stroking it, while her head bobbed up and down. Her other hand had found his heavy balls and with instinctive care, she fondled them gently.

“Oh, baby. You’re great!” Her confessor exclaimed. “I love watching your pretty mouth being filled with cock. You’re so sexy, Sister Susan. Suck it, baby. Suck it.”

His excitement was contagious and the young Novice began to push her pussy against his fingers and move her shoulders so that his hands were tugging harder on her hugely swollen breasts. Saliva was flowing profusely and, as her cheeks hollowed, she sucked noisily on the thickly veined shaft. He began to thrust up into her willing mouth and she gagged momentarily when the thick tip entered her throat, but she didn’t pull away.

“Shluurp, Unngh…Shluurp, Unngh!” Sounded wetly from the Novice’s cock-filled mouth as she sucked her priest’s cock with innocent abandon.

And then, he pushed her away.

“No, Sister Susan! No! I can’t let you! It’s ready to come out! I can’t let you do this!”

The unschooled Novice pushed his restraining hand away and, grasping the hard shaft in one hand, she wrapped her full, red lips around the purple tip. Then, stroking the thickly veined shaft while she gently sucked on the tip, her other hand tugged gently on the heavy lust-eggs. Her eyes were on his face as if she was seeking his approval.

“Oh, Sister Susan. My child. I can’t hold it!” She heard him gasp.

And then the hard flesh-tube seemed to swell between her lips as he arched his hips to thrust deeper into her hotly drooling mouth. Suddenly the mouth filling shaft jumped and the first jet of overheated cum splashed into her mouth.

“Glannh…glaannggh…” She gurgled, looking up at him in wide-eyed surprise as successive spurts of the thick, creamy liquid flooded her innocent oral cavity. “Gluunnggh …glaah, guuhhllp… Guuhhllp…” She swallowed, trying to ensure that none of the sinful jism escaped from between her wildly sucking lips.

The scheming cleric lay back and watched with lustful delight as the innocent girl sucked him off, draining the lust from his body. Finally, as she felt the mouth-filling organ cease to jerk between her lips, she raised her head.

“Did I do it, Father? Did I rid you of his evil?”

A drool of saliva-diluted cum hung stringily from the pretty girl’s sexy lips and the priest said softly, “I think so, my child. You were wonderful but we won’t know for sure for several days. Now, Sister, we should get dressed and leave before we’re missed. But come back here after Vespers a week from tonight and I’ll be able to tell you if we won.”

At that moment, the immoral priest felt as if he’d never want another woman but he knew that, in a week’s time, it would probably change. When he looked at the pretty, innocent Novice wearing her habit, however, he felt a well-deserved pang of guilt and resolved that, if he couldn’t control his sinful impulses, he would find a willing but more mature parishioner.

After five days, Father Murphy’s resolve was beginning to weaken. He had considered taking advantage of a busty matron who confessed to lustful thoughts about her young gardener but the woman’s appeal paled in comparison with Sister Susan’s beauty and innocent sensuality. Young Ann had appeared for confession and let him know that she was available but he could not bring himself to use the youngster again in such an immoral fashion. Consequently, when Sister Susan appeared, on schedule, in his office, he was immediately ready to take advantage of her trusting innocence and enjoy her ripe, young body.

The young Novice had also had a difficult time during the past week. Sister Capello had visited her several times and, although the first time, the night after she had been with the priest, Susan had not been in the least tempted, as the week progressed, she knew that her resolve was weakening. Three nights ago she had even yielded to the temptation of self-abuse but, afterwards, she not only felt guilty but she was still unsatisfied. In fact, during the week, she had relived her evening with her confessor many times.

In her innocence and with her ingrained trust of the priesthood, Sister Susan believed that she was still a Virgin in God’s eyes. Nonetheless, her ripe body hungered for the thrills she had experienced when Father Murphy had exorcised her evil lust. And she also felt a certain satisfaction when she remembered how she had defeated Satan by extracting and swallowing his sinful ‘jism’.

Now, however, she wondered if her confessor’s help had been enough. She knew that the seat of her sinful urges swelled and moistened when she thought about Father Murphy and the things he had done with her.

“Well, Sister Susan? Were we successful? Have you been tempted by Sister Capello since we prayed, last week?

“No Father. I mean. yes.” The Novice stammered as she was assailed by a vivid image of the key that had opened her private jewel box. “I mean… like. I haven’t been tempted, sir. Not exactly. And we were successful.”

But, as she spoke, the girl knew that she was not telling the entire truth.

“I was sure it worked, my child.” The priest said with a sad smile. “I could tell from your unholy transport that we must be expelling Satan from you. Did it make you sad, Sister? I mean, that you no longer wanted to feel another woman’s lips on you?”

The pretty nun blushed hotly and blurted out, “Oh Father. It’s not another woman’s lips that I think about. It’s God’s key.”

And then her hands covered her face as she realized what she had admitted. At least, though, she hadn’t said Satan’s horn and, if anything, she thought about that even more.

“Sister Susan!” The priest said in a stern voice. “I think that you are yielding to fleshly, sinful temptations. God’s key has freed you from Sodom but you are flirting with lesser transgressions, my child.” But, as he spoke, the immoral priest was scheming about initiating her into another of Sodom’s sinful ways.

“But Father? What can I do? How will I escape Satan’s hold on me?”

“We must use God’ key again, my child.” The lustful cleric said in a sad voice. “One more time with God’s key. Lie on the sofa, Sister. Lie on your back and we will try to unlock the last vestige of Satan’s evil lust from you.”

She looked at him shyly but willingly she lay back on the narrow sofa. She knew that she shouldn’t want this but her loins were warm with sinful anticipation. Submissively, she allowed him to spread her plump, shapely legs apart so that they dangled over the edge of the cot.

The Novice felt guilty but she surrendered to the delightful sensations as her confessor’s mouth descended to her already moistly swollen sex. Just once more, she told herself. Just once more and she would be able to fight off Satan’s hold on her sinful body.

As soon as the girl began to writhe and squirm with arousal, the priest raised his head and said in a serious tone: “We must be careful, my child. What you did for me, last time, was not enough. Tomorrow I plan to renounce my vows and seek a prostitute to help me expel Satan’s jism in her…well, you know where I mean. And now, when I use God’s key to help you, my child, you must not move because. well, if you do, Sister, it could give Satan command of me and, well, I could put him back in you. So, promise you’ll lie still.”

“Oh, Father. I will. You’re so good to me, sir.” She whimpered and, as he opened his robe, she stared with unreligious lust at his rigid organ. “I promise, sir! I won’t move!” The Novice blurted, her hot desire barely contained and, as he lowered his hips to hers, she spread her thighs wider.

“Pray, Sister Susan. Pray for His guidance.” Her confessor said in a lust-choked voice as he slowly entered the slick tightness of the young nun’s once-fucked vagina. “Ohh, my child! You’re so tight. The Virgin has preserved your chastity. Is it hurting you this time, Sister Susan?”

And, as he asked her that question, he pushed hard to lodge his cock in the snug depths of her hot cunt.

“Unh…unh. no…Unh…no, Father.” the girl panted as she felt her tender cunt-sheath stretching. “Unh…sir…unh…it doesn’t hurt. It just feels…unh…it feels big…it makes me feel full.”

Arms outstretched, the priest held his chest well away from the buxom Novice’s huge breast mounds and, with slow, deliberate strokes, he fucked her docile, acquiescent body.
Looking down to where their bodies were intimately coupled he could see the pink, inner cunt-flesh clinging to his thickly veined cock as he withdrew. On the down stroke, the soft, wet flesh rolled inward and, when he reached the bottom of his thrust, he ground against her plump, hair-cushioned mons and, with a spiral twist of his hips, screwed into her as deep as he could.

The lush-bodied girl also watched the stiff flesh pole as it disappeared into her pulsating cunt well, and then reappeared, it’s veined length shiny with her juices. Her buxom body adjusted more quickly this time to being penetrated and dilated by the hard shaft and, although she had not been prepared as she was when he had entered her the first time, her response was even more rapid.

The immoral cleric maintained the same pace for almost five minutes, pausing occasionally to cool the fires of his lust. And, for the girl, it became increasingly difficult to remain lax and unmoving beneath him. The priest could tell that she wanted to move for, with her feet planted firmly on the floor, she was instinctively flexing her thighs and, occasionally, he felt a tremor in her wide hips.

It became, finally, more than the innocent, sex-drenched girl to handle. Suddenly, as the glowing fire of desire in her belly blossomed into a flame of hot lust, she thrust up at him with her lush fuck-saddle.

“NO! Oh no, my child.” Her seducer panted. “If you move you will release Satan’s jism into you.”

“Hanh…but Father…hanh…can’t help it…hanh…can’t you…hanh… let it go…hanh…give it to me!”

He hooked his elbows under her knees and raised them so that they were on either side of her hugely jiggling tits. The girl was opened wide to his lascivious assault and, as he ground hard against her soft pelvis, he reached new depths.

“Hannh…Annh, yesss…hanh…yeesss…harder…hanh…harder.” the passion- crazed Novice moaned. “Cuh… hunh… cuh… hunh, cumm… Hunh. Cumming…out…hunh …cumm…” She panted and the priest felt the softly gripping contraction of her tight vaginal sheath on his throbbing cock.

The spasming, milking caress of her soft, snug receptacle was irresistible. The horny priest ploughed the girl’s ripe, pulsating cunt and mauled her huge soft breasts and her large, flexing buttocks as the fire of orgasm blazed in his loins.

Holding her pelvis tilted high beneath him he drove into the very depths of her pulsating passage, reaching her cervix and beyond as his organ swelled and bucked.

“Sister Susan.” He moaned with pleasure as he blasted his sperm up into her spasming sheath. He felt her firm fleshiness jerk and writhe against him, her involuntary movements draining his semen, drawing it from his overloaded testicles. Then, as she went limp in the relaxation of her release, he panted, “Oh Sister… Oohhh no… Satan’s seed escaped… into you… Satan got control of me.”

“Hanh…Aahhh…Oohhh sirrr…Oohhh yeesss…I know it, Father… But? You can do something, can’t you?” the buxom someday nun panted, still breathless from her orgasm. “I know you put out his fire, I know I’ll be able to resist Sister Capello.”

“No, my child… you may think so but… it will happen again… I have to… I must… do something more.”

Father Murphy released her legs and they flopped out weakly, cradling his hips. Drained though he was, the sight of his luscious conquest lying spread-eagled beneath him was bringing on a resurgence of his lust even as his emptied organ deflated within her.

“What, Father? What must you do?”

“There’s only one way, Sister Susan. I must… it’s what I had to go to a prostitute for only now… now it has to be with you.”

The priest dismounted from his supine companion and went to the adjoining bathroom. A quick injection later he returned, his cock again hard and tingling as he prepared for the someday nun’s final defloration.

“Oh Sir? Father Murphy? What are you going to do?”

The innocent Novice felt the liquid weight of her priest’s lubricious tribute lying heavily within her. She could sense that what he had done would not be enough. Satan was still in control.

“I must.we must.Satan’s seed is in you again, Sister. I couldn’t keep it in me.” He pulled the docile nun to her feet. “It will infect you, Susan.unless I block it… unless I release more in your darkest interior.”

“Oh, Sir? Will it protect you, too?”

“Yes, Sister. It’s what I had to do… if Satan hadn’t made you extract his seed into your… your holy place.”

The priest’s injection-hardened staff was projecting out between the folds of his robe and, with a soft whimper, the Novice reached out to grasp it with her warm hand.

“It may hurt you, Sister. It is not a natural way, you know. But I will try to make it as easy as possible for you. You must get down on your hands and knees, Susan.” And as she obediently did as he suggested, he added, “You must relax, relax and help me save both of us. Can you do it?”

The kneeling girl looked back over her shoulder as he knelt behind her and, with a quavering voice, she replied, “Yes, Father. I can do it. I want to help undo what I caused.”

The lustful cleric caressed the full, round globes of her big ass as he urged her legs wider apart. Then, moving closer, he pushed the tip of his cock against the soft, wet pulpiness of her bulging cunt.

“Oh, Sister. We will purify you?”

And slowly he buried his throbbing tool in the softly clinging wetness of her vagina.

“If I do this first, my child…” He said softly, “it may make it less unpleasant after…”

Then, holding her flaring hips, he thrust into the snug sheath, its tightness increased by her kneeling position.

As she felt herself being penetrated again, the young nun-to-be felt an unwilled thrill of hot lust surge through her loins. He was right. Satan’s seed had re-ignited her sinful desires. She knelt submissively as her priest began to fuck her kneeling body with long, slow strokes and as he did she felt a growing desire to be fucked. And this immediately after he’d done it and, she’d believed, released her from Satan’s grip. Maybe this time would save both of them?

Withdrawing partly from the girl’s clinging sheath, he big priest spread her large, soft ass-cheeks and, with his finger, he transferred her oily juices to her rubbery hard, puckered anal orifice. The innocent Novice felt a further surge of lust at the new sensation and she pushed back at the pressing finger.

The priest was looking forward with licentious anticipation to the hot grip of this luscious creature’s rectal receptacle but he was also determined that the artless, would-be nun would experience pleasure from her anal defloration. He continued to fuck her tightly clinging cunt-sheath while he rubbed the sensitive nether opening until the kneeling Novice was panting loudly with excitement.

Susan’s soft, slippery sheath had lost little of it’s virgin tightness during last week’s defloration and today’s additional reaming and now, in her submissive, kneeling position, it was drawn even tighter around his thrusting organ. The immoral cleric was tempted to go off again in the docile novitiate’s clinging cunt but he held back. There would be another time, he knew. He did, however, press down on the small of her back and thereby make her push her fat vulva more firmly out at him. Then, as she moaned softly, he pushed hard into her, reaching depths that he had not previously penetrated and almost paralyzing the nun’s innocent body

“Oohhh…Sister Susan…Satan is tempting me to put more of his evil seed back in there…” He said as he slowly withdrew from the clinging enclosure.

The girl whimpered in dismay as her pulsing receptacle was abandoned and her frustration increased when he began to tease her throbbing anal orifice with the slick, hot knob.

“This may hurt you, my child.” The priest said softly as he pressed the bulbous tip into the tiny opening.

Looking back at him, the pretty Novice bit her full lower lip and her buttocks went rigid but relaxed in a moment as he continued pressing on the bridgehead. Father Murphy watched lustfully as his hard cock spread the virgin aperture, smoothing the peripheral corrugations and then, suddenly, her sphincter widened elastically to admit the thick glans.

Her pretty mouth gaped in a pained ‘O’ and she whined, “Mmnnyyaanhhh,” as the bulbous tip of her confessor’s cock popped into the tiny aperture, past the tight sphincter to lodge just inside the muscular opening.

“Oh yes, Sister Susan! Oh yes!” The man moaned as his cock-tip was gripped with elastic tightness by the rubbery ring.

And then, holding her wide haunches, he pushed with short thrusts, slowly into the hot, deep well of her virgin ass-tube.

“Mmmmph…Mmhhh.” She whimpered, trying to smother a cry of pain as her tiny entrance clasped at his organ with a painful grip.

Her seducer paused, enjoying the way her anal ring clung tightly to the shaft of his cock. Reaching down under her kneeling body, he found her hard clit and began to rub it with his finger while he flexed his shaft within her dilated rectal entrance. After a very short time her anus broadened and loosened slightly and he noted that she was no longer biting her lip. Instead, her mouth was gaping open. She was, he concluded, ready for more.

“Mmmnnyyyaaaaannnhhh.” The buxom Novice wailed as his hard cock progressed deeper up into her innocent bowels.

The ingenuous, young nun felt a growing heat in her loins from the dual assault on clit and ass and she wondered if Satan was still in command of her body. Then, as her priest pushed her thighs farther apart and slowly pushed even deeper into her rectal tube, she felt a strange but exciting sensation in her belly. He wormed his hips between the widely spread cheeks of her fat ass and pushed harder into the clinging tightness of her bowels and, instinctively, the big girl pushed back.

Leaning forward, he grasped her huge breasts, which hung like two soft melons from her chest. He squeezed and milked the juicy globes while he rotated his hips, screwing her virgin asshole with lascivious skill. The innocent novice began also to swivel her broad hips as she took the new and different penetration, her belly churning with growing lust.

“That’s it, Sister. That’s it!” The horny cleric panted as he began to fuck the tightly clasping channel.

“Fuck back at me, Susan. Fuck me like the whore you are!”

And, as he increased the force of his thrusts, the artless Novice was driven forward until she could no longer hold herself erect. She collapsed; face down, on the carpet beneath him, one of his hands trapped under her hips, the other still mauling her breasts.

“Oh yes, Susan. You’re good!” hHe moaned as he rode on her full, round buttocks. “Yes, Sister. You are fucking me with your hot, tight asshole. You like it, don’t you! You like being fucked in the ass!”

The combined assault on asshole and clit were bringing her rapidly to a climax and, with her ears being bombarded by the priest’s lewd words, the heat of impending orgasm blossomed in her loins. The young nun-to-be writhed and wriggled beneath her confessor as she cried out in the heat of her lust.

“Yes Father! Oh yes! Fuck me, Father! Fuck me like the whore I am! Fuck my evil asshole, sir.”

She arched her hips up at him and, worming his hips between the soft pillows of her buttocks he drove even deeper into her never-fucked anal tube. Her belly churned and, as he mauled her fat tits and rubbed her clit, she became shameless in her lust. Moving higher on the pneumatic fullness of her big buttocks, the horny cleric thrust in and out of her tightly clinging ass-tube, lying full-weight on her lush, warm body.

Feeling the pressure build in his recharged lust-eggs, the priest rose up, bringing the docile girl to he hands and knees again and, as he continued to fuck her compliant body, he milked the heavy flesh bags. He was sliding more easily in and out of the hot passage now as he reached lower to massage her throbbing clitoris, knowing he would explode at any moment.

“Take it, sister! Take it!” The wanton cleric moaned and he pistoned the clinging grasp of the hot channel.

“There, Sister! There!” He gasped breathlessly as he stroked in and out.

The young Novice was no longer praying and her body was suffused by strange, new feelings from the probing of his cock up into her bowels. When his fingers touched her clitoral trigger, she wriggled her big ass and push back at him.

“Yesss, Father. Yesss. Fuck me, Father. Fuck my ass. Ram Satan’s horn into me and expel his evil lust into my asshole.” She panted.

The priest thrilled to the total capitulation of this innocent novitiate and he fucked her faster. His cum-loaded balls bounced against her fat, juicy cunt-lips and he milked her large, juicy breasts.

“Father…Hannh…Father…” She gasped. “It’s cumming, Father…”

And he felt her stiffen, then she collapsed again beneath him. Worming his hips between the deep valley of her ass-cheeks, he drove even deeper into her and, as she shook and jerked with her orgasm, he exploded into her convulsing rectal enclosure and her ass-tube extracted the hot juices of his lust. Finally, with long strokes, he used the tight sheath to drain his pent-up jism into her young body.

“Did I do it, sir? Will we be alright now?” The Novice gasped as she felt him relax on top of her. “Have we driven Satan from our souls?”

“Oh, Sister Susan?” He said breathlessly. “You were wonderful, my child, to sacrifice yourself as you did. Was it terrible, Sister? Do you wish you hadn’t?”

“No, Father…but? Like? Are you sure I’m all right now? Like, Father? I said? Like? You heard me, sir? Will I be forgiven, too?”

He withdrew from her hot, tight, nether orifice and then rolled off of the delightful cushions of her buttocks as he replied, “Oh yes, Sister. God knows why you did it. We will wait until next week, my child, and see if you have been completely cleansed. Sometimes, my child once is not enough, you know? Like, once as we did it today will take care of my…my problem, but? Next week at confession you can tell me if you feel like it’s over.”

The lecherous cleric helped the naked Novice to her feet and, picking her robe off the floor, he handed it to her. Sister Susan, her legs weak and rubbery from the assault on her virtuous body, felt a strange hunger in the region between her thighs and wondered if she was, in fact, cured of her sinful desires.

Now that Father Murphy had been saved by her sacrifice, would it put him in jeopardy again if she needed God’s key to quell her own evil inclinations? The ingenuous Novice stumbled back to her sparsely furnished cell and prayed before falling into a sleep of emotional exhaustion.

THE END