THE CONVENT SPIRITS 2

Sr. Winifred arrived back at her dorm late that night. Clair had gone right back to play with the cat but she had stayed behind to talk with Mo. Anne. When she entered the room she found Clair laying on the bed in her nightgown and stockings, with the cat curled up in her lap and reading a small personal diary by candlelight.

“It’s a bit late for you to be coming back, where have you been?” asked Clair.

“Speaking with Mother Anne … Clair, do you believe in ghosts?”

“Ghosts? Of course … Why do you ask?”

“Well … Mother Anne doesn’t you see … she claims that a ghost is just a demon masquerading as a person.”

“That’s rubbish,” said Clair, “Why, we pray to saints don’t we? Why should the dead in heaven be more near than those in hell?”

“I suppose so …” Winifred said, changing into her nightgown.

“If you don’t mind my asking, why the sudden interest in spirits?” Clair inquired.

“Well … sister … this morning in chapel I-I felt something … I know you must think I’m just scared and all, but …”

“No, I know exactly what you mean, I felt something too … when the candles went out.”

“No sister, I felt it … on me …”

“You mean something touched you?”

“Y-yes … and in all the most wretched places …”

“Oh sweet innocent Winnie,” Clair said giggling, “You mean it aroused you?”

“Please Clair don’t say it like that … it felt … it felt-”

“Wonderful, didn’t it? Gosh this is all so exciting!”

“No Clair! It’s not exciting at all, why, it’s perfectly dreadful! I only want to know whether a demon was tempting me or some poor damned soul really was using me for his pleasure.”

“Good heavens Winnie, you’re giving me goosebumps!” said Clair, who had already begun to unconsciously play with herself.

But in a moment of negligence Sr. Clair set down her diary, revealing on the page a small, black pentagram. Winifred looked horrified.

“Clair, I don’t understand how you can be so … so loose … if I may say so.”

“Yes you may say so. Well for one I make full use of the confessional, why else do you think Mother Anne despises me so?”

“And does she know you have been practicing witchcraft?” she replied, sitting cross legged on the end of the bed.

“No, and who says I have been? I’ve been reading, that’s all. Nothing wrong with reading Winnie.”

“You’re playing with fire is what you are doing.”

“Fire purifies, doesn’t it sister?” Clair said with a smile, and Winifred couldn’t stay serious for long, soon the two girls laughed and agreed to drop the subject.

Clair took Winifred’s stocking feet, stripped them, and offered her a massage.. They had often done this before; Winifred (who’s little size five feet were extremely ticklish) wanted a massage so badly but knew it would be as much torture as it was pleasure, and Clair gave both the best and most ticklish pedicures. So Sr. Winifred gave up her gorgeous soles to the operation amidst many squirms and giggles. But it was late and Winnie, who was very sleepy, had still not said her prayers. Clair urged her to skip them and go right to sleep but she refused, eventually they compromised and Winnie said her prayers in bed. Clair fell almost immediately into deep slumber, curled up with the cat, now affectionately named, “Sister Mittens”. Winifred tried to stay awake in the bed beside her, quietly whispering to Mary, mother of God. But soon her eyelids could stay open no longer and she too sunk into deep, dreamful sleep.

It might have been two or three in the morning when Sr. Winifred awoke in terror. She tried to move but found she was completely incapacitated, she tried to scream but her throat clenched shut and would not allow it.

“God help me!” she cried in her thoughts, and gradually she found movement restored to her limbs and body.

She sat up quickly, and glanced around the room. The nearly full moon blazed through the window casting a ghostly appearance on everything in the tiny dorm. Two bright yellow eyes pierced through a dark corner and seemed to stare into her soul -she cowered behind the sheets- but then they looked away and out of the darkness crawled a lanky, black figure.

“Oh thank goodness it’s just that cat!” she said with relief.

Winifred rose at once to shut the window as the room was getting cold. The entire convent looked strange and unnatural in the moonlight, winds seemed to scream as they whistled through black branches under the shining clouds and in the distance an owl made its presence known.

She returned to the bed but quickly found that Sr. Clair was not in it. She looked around the room and much to her surprise she found Clair on the floor, stripped naked and straddling a pillow. She was breathing heavily and rocking back and forth, throwing her head back with one hand on her breast and another furiously rubbing her erect clitoris.

“Good heavens Clair! What are you doing??” she said in horror.

“O-oh Winnie …” Clair said struggling, “T-they are here …!”

Winifred drew back in utter terror, a cold wind blasted the window back open and the cat bounded out. Then the frightened canoness found herself suddenly accosted by a powerful smell; it was distinct, musty with the faint hint of cigar smoke, like the smell of a real person, why did it make her feel so wet? A sharp pain struck her in the bottom and she knew she was in for it. Then all at once she tripped on something in the dark and fell face first onto the bed, a rush of pleasure formed in her pussy and without thinking she reached down to touch it, it was already soaking through her nightgown.

Then she began to seize; a chill breathy voice sounded in her mind saying,  “Come now sister, we know you want us …”

“G-get out of my head …” she said slowly, rubbing harder against her clit.

“Quiet slut!” she sat up involuntarily and began taking off her nightgown, “Look, we can make you do things … feel things … you want us”

“Holy … mother … of … g-go-” she tried to say, but the last word turned into a quiet moan as her hand grabbed her breast and squeezed.

Her nipples exploded with sensitive tingles, her stomach fluttered in ecstasy and her fingers tickled her clit faster and faster.

“Say it … give in … you want us,” she heard again, and this time there was no resistance, “I want you! Fuck me! I want you!” was all she could say or think.

Tiny bursts of pleasure sparkled through her stomach and breasts as she gave in. She was sitting up on the bed, wearing nothing, knees apart with her hand over her pussy which hovered over the sheets, dripping. Suddenly she felt herself forced down, her pussy thrust against the bed and immediately something formed inside. She could not tell whether there was anything really there or it was all an illusion, but something hard and sensitive seemed to force the walls of her vagina outward.

It throbbed against the quivering walls, or maybe it was only her virgin pussy pulsing with intense new sensations, either way it made the whole length of her genitals flush with hot, beating pleasure. She moaned and closed her eyes, it was all she could do, they were doing all the rest. Her left hand rubbed furiously against her tiny clit, making it blaze and sparkle in pleasure while her other ran circles around her tingling areola and her hips thrust mercilessly up and down and back and forth against the empty bed, dragging the tip of the ghostly shaft along her most sensitive parts.

Desperate prayers tried to force their way into the poor nun’s mind but they were all banished as soon as they arrived. Only blank pleasure or sensual pleas were permitted. Winifred’s mind was not alone, her own psyche was only one of many, all jumbled together in one spiritual orgy. As she moaned in thoughtless pleasure she also felt her spectral partner jeering and calling her: slut, whore, bitch, slave, holy-woman and adulteress. At least one psyche she recognized, it was Clair, who was just as muddled and moaning as her.

Suddenly, a deep, warm feeling welled in her stomach, the pleasure along her pussy grew tenfold and sparks began to fly across her skin, her heart beat like a drum and she regained control of her hands. It was just in time for her to cover her mouth as a deep, pulsing orgasm struck her in waves, she moaned senselessly into her hand. Her poor virgin pussy closed tightly around the phantom cock in strong contractions and she felt her partner, both in mind and body, struggle and clench, trying not to cum as she orgasmed against their cock. Then she regained full control of herself, she slowly pulled away, quivering in the aftershocks of orgasm and collapsed on the bed, still holding her pulsing clitoris.

A strong, tangy smell clouded the air in their room, this time she knew it was no paranormal phenomenon but her own leaking pussy which had caused it. She crawled to the front of the bed and lay against the pillows, breathing heavily. In the dim, spooky moonlight she saw Sr. Clair crawl onto the bed beside her and lay on her stomach, her blonde hair in a tangled mess and her heart beating audibly, she too reeked of sweat and girl-cum.

“H-hail Mary … f-full of grace …” Sr. Winifred barely managed to say, but it was too late, she felt herself taken again, her mind reared back and lost all control as her legs were thrown back in the air.

She caught them with her hands and held them close to her head.

A deep, thrusting sensation rushed through her pipes making her at once gasp and cry. All her nerves were still on fire from her orgasm moments before and now blazed again with a new intensity. Sr. Clair was also taken, her hair jerked back, pulling against her head as she moaned and got on all fours and arched her back, letting the spirits fuck her doggy-style. The mind orgy continued, they moaned out loud together, moaning in each other’s brains as the convent spirits prepared to finish inside them.

For a brief moment their minds separated from their ghostly lovers but not from each other, they looked in each other’s eyes and felt instant, overwhelming affection. Instinctually they tried to kiss, Clair missed and landed on poor Winifred’s foot, she didn’t care, she had to kiss her and anywhere would do. Winifred gasped as Clair’s sloppy, salivating mouth French-kissed her little possessed toes. Hot saliva trickled down her soles, tickling them almost as much as Clair’s probing tongue; her whole body was in ecstasy. Electric pleasure ran from her toes down her legs into her pussy where they bounced back and forth, making her come closer and closer to orgasm as her laughter and her moans became indistinguishable.

Finally the two sisters’ lips met, and just in time; their orgasming tongues wrapped around each other as both came with their possessors. Hot, immaterial cum flushed into each girl’s belly. The ghostly tip pressed past Winnie’s cervix as she gripped it hard, refusing to let go until every last nerve had fired in her convulsing body. Clair’s mouth tasted salty and hot, she moaned loudly against Winifred’s lips and her pussy and anus throbbed against the otherworldly penis, forcing the strange, phantom cum deep into her womb. It seemed to tingle inside them, soon they regained full control of their bodies, the two girls wrapped themselves together in a passionate, post-orgasm embrace and deepened their kiss. The legion of ghostly lovers disappeared into the night and black, thoughtless sleep flooded into their minds as they drifted in unconscious pleasure.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO