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 (Mg g* oral ped)

   Sister Patricia is mean when she is on duty.  She stomps up and down the
halls scaring everyone.  But on weekends, when it's just me, old Sister
Ascension just falls asleep in the hallway.  So when I saw Father Nocita
going, "Psssst!" I just crept out of bed and over to the back steps.  I
followed him outside onto the cool grass.

   He said, "You're missing something." I looked down at my nightgown and
bare feet.

   "My slippers?"

   "Noooo" he looked at me, tapping his chin and thinking.

   "What?"

   "I think this little girl does not have any ice cream.  That can't be
right." My eyes lit up and I ran upstairs and threw on my jumper and
grabbed a pair of shoes.

   As we walked between the buildings, I saw Andy Jones being led to the
rectory looking nervous.  I looked up at Father, and he said quickly, "What
flavor are you going to get?"

   I had never been in the priests' car before.  The drive to town was
short, but down a dark, winding road.  I was deciding between strawberry
and chocolate fudge.  I can never decide.  I tried to imagine if I got one,
if I would miss the other.

   When we got to the ice cream parlor, the lady asked, "How many scoops?"

   Father said, "Get this little one two scoops on a cone, please."

   I was so excited!  I could have both.  I didn't have to decide.  It was
a really big cone, and I had to move it every which way to try to lick the
drips.  On the way home, Father had his window rolled down, and the wind
was blowing at the ice cream, making a mess.  But I was afraid to tell him
to close it.

   He looked over, and quick pulled the car over onto a dirt road.  He
turned on the overhead light.  He said, "What a messy little girl you are!
I do something so nice and you just make a big mess!  Now one last lick."

   I licked my ice cream and handed it to him.  He shocked me by rubbing it
on my face, covering my face with ice cream, saying, "Dirty, dirty girl."
He rolled down his window all the way and threw it out.  I watched it go,
sadly.  He pulled my dress off over my head, and stared at me.

   He scooted over a little bit and unzipped his pants.  He pushed my face
down, and said, "Rub your face on my cock.  Rub that ice cream all over my
cock.  Then I don't want to see that little face again until there is no
ice cream left anywhere.  Lick it all up, little girl."

   I started rubbing my face all over, licking the sugary drippings off of
his hard cock.  He grabbed me by the panties and pulled me up so I was on
all fours, still with my head in his crotch.  Then he spanked me.  Hard. 
He spanked and talked.  "That (Swat) is (swat) for (swat) being (swat) such
(swat) a (swat) dirty (swat) girl!  (SWAT!)" My ass was burning, and then
he started rubbing it nice.

   He pushed his hips up, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth.  He kept
spanking, and when he spanked soft I licked soft.  When he spanked hard, I
forced his entire cock into my mouth.  He reached into my panties and I
jumped.

   He said, "Oh yes.  You must be very sore after yesterday.  This cunt got
a lot of attention yesterday." I nodded.  He said, "That's fine.  You can
just take care of my cock.  That's all the dirty girl should get anyways.
He gave me another hard spank and I went back to work, licking and sucking
the head of his cock, especially just underneath, where it makes his cock
jump.

   I felt him tensing, and I started to pull back.  But he held my head
down, wrapping his fingers in my hair.  He held my face there while he
exploded, cumming in my mouth, his jism dripping out and back onto his
cock. He rubbed my face onto his crotch, whispering, "Dirty, dirty girl."

   He buttoned his pants up again and looked over at me, still with ice
cream smeared on me, his cum dripping down my face.  He quickly threw me
down and started licking me all over my body, biting and licking, devouring
me.  He tore my panties right off of my body and started licking my sore
pussy, pushing down so hard it was like he was trying to go right through
me to the other side.

   He didn't stop and didn't stop, until finally I tensed up and he felt me
cum, riding the waves along with me, gripping my ass hard with his fingers.
He rested his head on my belly and we both just lay like that for what
seemed like a really long time.  Finally he handed me some napkins to clean
up.

   He asked, "Do you like being mine?"

   "Yes"

   "Do you like all of the perverted things I do to you?"

   "Yes"

   "Good, because I want to do all sorts of things."

   He told me to put my sticky dress back on, then threw my panties out the
window, probably next to my ice cream, I thought angrily.  He saw the look
on my face and tousled my hair so I wouldn't pout.  He kissed me on the top
of the head, and turned the key in the engine, whistling happily.