Feature Writer: Harry Lime
Feature Title: THE SINS OF THE SLEEPWALKING NUN 2
Published: 07.12.2018 / Copyright© 2017 by harry lime
Story Codes: Religious, Nuns, MF, FF, Hypnosis, Bi, Incest, Anal
Synopsis: She had already taken her vows and she promised to be a good girl but when she was in one of her sleepwalking trances she had no idea what she was going to do.
The Sins of the Sleepwalking Nun 2
Sister Rebecca tried her best not to dwell on the shameful sins she had committed whilst under the influence of the sleepwalking urges that ruled her physical movements. The mother superior told her that she had also put on the stove to make hot chocolate and almost caused a fire in the kitchen. She didn’t even remember doing anything like that expect for a faint memory of swigging down a hot chocolate that was spilled all over the handle of the cup and made her hand very sticky.
She was certain that she had a relapse just the past weekend because she was suddenly very up close and personal with the two foreign groundskeepers who had only a weak grasp of the English language and tended to stay to themselves in a shack at the rear of the convent. It was evident that they were a bit too familiar with her from the way they both fondled her buttocks out of sight of any of the other sisters. Rebecca was not overly distraught at their fumbling with her feminine assets but she feared the mother superior would find out and suspend her from any travel outside the confines of the convent grounds.
The older man called Pedro was unusually well endowed in the “family jewels” department and it compensated for his lack of physical attractiveness. At least, he had a fair share of muscles and was able to spear her from almost any angle with his excess of upper body strength that made any attempt to escape his arms an exercise in futility. She also liked the fact that he took a long time before actually shooting his load and that insured her smiling release long before he went down that super highway to draining his oversexed member.
The younger man was just the opposite because he was likely to spray her with his juices if she even put her hands on his erection. Of course, she was just trying to show him how much she was attracted to its powerful soothing value, when push came to shove. It was easy for her to get on her knees and give the younger and more handsome Juan her mouth like one of the girls on the other side of the railroad tracks. Besides, she was convinced it really wasn’t quite the same as real sex, the kind that made babies and a whole lot worse. In a way, she felt sorry for those girls that made a living on their knees and had no sense of proper ladylike behavior and she vowed she would never fall to their level.
Fortunately, there was a substitute priest to hear the Sister’s confessions the next weekend and she was able to spill it all out without the shame of knowing she would have to look in the convent chaplain’s face for a long time with her terrible shame reflected in his eyes. She did her penance in the side alcove down on her knees and thought that it was so strange to be on her knees in prayer longer than she would normally be there to bring some strange man to a full conclusion. Praying certainly made her feel a lot better about her chances of salvation than the silly sucking that usually left her feeling used and often neglected without even a simple “thank you”.
It was Sister Veronica that told her about the “Penance Wall” in the hallway of the stable. She had giggled when the sour-faced nun explained it was strictly for the purpose of showing humility and to ease the tension of a sex-deprived existence. Apparently, a number of holes had been cut into the solid wood wall and anonymous strangers would stick their hardened members through the openings to offer solace to the cloistered nuns in a way that totally gave both parties the satisfaction they craved more than a child seeks a cookie to quell their desire for sugar.
She saw that most of the users of the “wall” were the young novitiates, but she also recognized some of the older nuns that she never had suspected harbored any tendency to want to wrap their unloved lips around a big, fat cock.
Rebecca picked out a long one with a slight hook to the left and she started in on it with a series of spirited kisses and licks that reminded her of the first time she had ever tickled a nice dick with her tongue. She heard the recipient of her efforts groaning with pleasure on the other side of the concealing wall and tried to imagine the look of satisfaction on his face as she covered his excited member with her probing tongue.
The fellow must have been one of the young lads looking for a covert thrill because he spewed his load a lot quicker than one of the more experienced older men that frequented the anonymous wall of shame. She swallowed it down rather than make a mess on the stable floor because she had a crazy sense of wanting to make the evidence of her sin disappear as soon as she removed her lips from the heart-pounding encounters with male donors seeking to make the sister’s lives a little more enjoyable.
She was not completely certain, but she thought the educated voices of the two men at the end of the line were none other than two of the deacons that did some of the heavy work to keep the convent running smoothly. It was only a couple of weeks ago that she had been in the basement with them watching them with their shirts off working on the pipes to insure the nuns had hot water for their baths. Shamefully, she had to admit the sight of their rippling muscles had made her pussy tingle with anticipation but there was absolutely no chance to do anything with the mother superior hovering in the area looking for infractions of the convent rules about content with males and proper behavior at all times.
She moved down to the end and took the last dick into her mouth. It was a bit bigger than the others and the man had pushed his balls through the hole as well indicating he was desirous of having them attended to as well. She was certain the entire affair belonged to the deacon that also did the convent books to make certain they remained on a sound financial footing and would not suffer the consequences of closure due to lack of funds. She had done him a few times in the corners of the hallway maze and he never failed to explore her defenseless flanks when she was down on her knees. The man gasped as she ran her tongue around his juicy cock head. It was leaking pre-cum non-stop and she knew the fellow was one of those males that would be spurting off his liquids sooner rather than later and in all honesty that was quite all right with her because she had a desire to taste his essence to see if she could get any other clue about his identity.
He spurted soon after her lips engaged his stiffness and she knew right away that he had been hitting the sacristy wine supplies from the sweet and sour taste of his emission. If it wasn’t for the restricting wall separating them, she was certain he would have bent her over and shown her his well-documented method of bringing her to enlightenment. In her own way, she had formed a sort of attachment to the serious-faced older man with his ingrained guilt for every little inappropriate thought that floated through his sex-obsessed head. He never failed to bring her off no matter how much he was addicted to seizing his own release.
Rebecca was a trifle concerned because the mother superior had instructed the other nuns to devise a series of booby-traps in the hallway outside her isolated cell and even down the circular staircase using a combination of bells and crunchy packing paper to alert them that she was on the move in her unconscious sleepwalking mode.
It generally worked well except on those odd occasions when she managed to bypass the confusion of warning devices and make it to the front door without discovery. She walked down the paved entry path in her bare feet not noticing that the bricks were still wet with the rain from the little shower that permeated the entire region shortly after midnight. The wetness felt cool to her nerve endings and she walked tenuously sub-consciously aware that there was danger in the slippery stones. Her night shift was almost transparent and she wore absolutely nothing underneath because it was conducive to a good night’s sleep. Her long black hair shimmered in the moonlight like writhing snakes agitated by the scent of human presence.
She had stopped just inside the covered bus stop protected from the sudden drizzle that arose suspiciously in the cloudless sky and leaned forward to allow the cool breeze to waft up under her thin shift and tickle her heated womanhood and heart-shaped buttocks yearning for the touch of male attentions. Her “sleepwalking” persona was in full-bloom and she only knew her physical body required carnal interference to assuage her need for sexual release.
That was the way the father and son team of Gypsy horse traders found her standing almost at attention waiting for the anticipated outward stimulus that triggered her nubile orgasm.
The son was suspicious and that was a good thing in the father’s wise opinion because it meant he was assuming some of the traits so valued by their people from living under centuries of oppression and rough treatment. The father’s name was August and the son was called simply, “boy”. August wasted no time in lifting the sleepwalking nun’s thin night dress and he addressed her firm buttocks with his rampant cock like a bullfighter entering a ring for a duel to the death with a murderous fiend from Hell.
Rebecca sighed loudly when the hard cock entered her heated gap and she held onto the brick wall to keep her balance because the older man was starting to pound her bottom with his old-man cock experienced in the ways of female deviant behavior and ready to spank her at the first sign of reluctance. The spanking was not necessary because Rebecca was already in her “ready to receive” stance and even spread her cheeks wide for the old Gypsy to aid him in his quest to enter her as deeply as possible.
The young Gypsy was frantic to get his cock in her somewhere but he didn’t want to infringe on his father’s right to “first fuck” out of respect for his seniority. Eventually, he settled for simply forcing her mouth open and shoving his business down her gullet without ceremony. Thus, poor Rebecca in her withdrawn sleepwalking state took the father-son combination with resolute acceptance with the inevitable flooding of her pussy and her mouth with Gypsy cum of generational difference. The DNA was the same but she sensed the younger man’s offering was more exciting both in texture and in scent. The father, due to his advanced years, sat down on the bench and rested for an extended period of time after that first introduction and the son took up the reins of Rebecca’s early morning ordeal with eager hands and happy cock. His expedition up the sleepwalking nun’s backside was a vision of depraved excellence. Rebecca started to come to her senses just before the young Gypsy boy flooded her pussy with traveling man juice and she realized that she was in a promiscuous position with her privates prostrated for the pleasures of the perverted pair of pleasure seekers.
Still, she was unable to stifle her moans of pleasure and she was certain that both men must have thought her a very strange female wandering about barefoot and almost naked at that hour of the night like some wild woman in need of a good hump. That made her smile a bit because she was not entirely opposed to her sleepwalking persona’s search for random fucking without any need for guilt or sense of responsibility for her addled state of mind.
The older man was kind enough to give her a stolen jacket to put over her shivering shoulders and she started to retrace her steps to the convent hoping that she had not been missed yet. There was still a slim chance she might avoid the embarrassment of explaining her terrible sins in front of all her peers.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO