("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text













Archive name: savesis.txt (MF, 1st, sacrilegious)
Authors name: John Beard (jackstraw1832@altavista.com)
Story title : Saving Sister Susan

----------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2001.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  You may post freely to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
----------------------------------------------------------

Saving Sister Susan (MF, 1st, sacrilegious)
by John Beard (jackstraw1832@altavista.com)

***

This is an episode of Saint Samantha's School, the saga of 
a lecherous, young priest and his assistant, a hugely en-
dowed 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 unwilled 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 savoured 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. Unwilled, 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 postulant 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 unwilled 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 gism. 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 gism 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 'gism'. 

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 gism 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 cuntwell, 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 fucksaddle. "NO! Oh no, my child," her 
seducer panted. "If you move you will release Satan's gism 
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!" he 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 gism 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

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others 
outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to 
*HAVE*  unprotected sex with people other than a trusted 
partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good 
care of it!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kristen's collection - Directory 14