Her habit remained bunched around her waist, depriving me of a view of her crotch and the treasures they beheld but I could smell her, the odor wafting out from beneath the habit. I'd smelled pussy before in my life. Two times before I'd managed to actually get myself laid and five or six times before I'd managed to get my finger into a vagina. But these had always been teen-aged girls, about the same age as myself.
Sister Mary's odor was worlds apart. It had a sharp, musty tang to it. It was the smell of a grown woman in a state of sexual excitement. Any doubts about what was going on disappeared the instance that musk hit my nostrils.
She stepped even closer, her legs opening and overlapping mine. I felt the silky smoothness of her inner thighs as they slid slowly along the skin of my outer thighs. Her breath was in my face, the stale odor of alcohol wafting into my nostrils. She rested her chin on my left shoulder, so I was unable to see her face and pulled her hips further up my thighs. Her left hand reached down between us and I felt it grasping my cock again. Her other hand seemed to be pulling her habit hem up higher.
I felt the head of my dick resting against a warm, slick wetness for a moment before her hips thrust forward, engulfing me within her. She sank down upon me with ease, my cock suddenly buried in a soft, warm sheath. My previous experiences with sex had involved quite a bit of fumbling and pushing before I'd been able to get myself all of the way inside. With Sister Mary it was very different. I slipped into her like we were two puzzle pieces specifically designed to connect together.
"Ahhh." She sighed as her pubis met mine. "Hold still." She whispered into my ear.
She then began to thrust. Her hips gyrated back and forth, sliding up and down my body, increasing the musk of our union and producing a wet, squishing sound. I'd never felt anything like it before. The girls I'd laid previously had done nothing but lay there. She was actually moving herself atop of me, caressing herself with my cock. Her arms tightened around my back, her breathing increasing to a pant. She moved faster and faster, pushing my butt painfully into the bar upon which it rested. I could feel her bare stomach, soft and pliant, pressing against mine, forcing the air from my lungs with each thrust. The top of her pussy was grinding into the top half of my cock, the pressure unbelievably erotic. Her thighs began to sweat, sliding against mine.
It didn't take long before I felt the familiar tingle of approaching orgasm traveling up my spine. My hips began to thrust involuntarily, meeting her thrusts. My breathing became ragged and hoarse. I grasped her back, pulling her to me, my fingers feeling the coarse material of her habit and the soft curves of her body beneath it.
"Oh God." I yelled, not thinking for a moment that I was, in fact, inside of a house of God.
"No!" Screamed Sister Mary into my ear, frustration evident in her voice. "Not yet!"
But I couldn't help it. It was as inevitable as death and the tides. My thrusting increased to a near-frantic pace and within seconds I was shooting up into her body, more cum than I would have though possible. It splashed against her insides, overflowing and pouring out around my cock and her cunt.
When my thrusting finally slowed to a halt and my dick wilted to it's previous state within her, she pulled herself off of me, sliding backwards until she was staring me in the eyes. Her face showed unmasked hostility and frustration.
"God damn you." She stated, sliding the rest of the way off and dropping to her knees before me.
Suddenly her face was at the level of my crotch, my wilted dick inches from her. She pushed my legs as far apart as my jeans, which were still around my ankles, would allow, and slurped me into her mouth. She began sucking frantically, licking all of the accumulated sperm and vaginal secretions clean.
"Oh!" I said, in rapture. I had never had a blowjob before, despite having begged all of my previous girlfriends for one. Her tongue swirled around me, teasing every inch of my meat. She withdrew her mouth and took each of my balls into her, sucking them gently. I even felt her tongue licking between my butt cheeks, fleetingly caressing my asshole. Within minutes I was hard as a rock again.
This is a nun doing this to me! I kept telling myself in disbelief. Part of me couldn't help but wonder if I was really lying in bed at home and that this was an elaborate wet dream. God knew I'd had strange nocturnal emissions in the past, but this was too real. I could only conclude that this was really happening, that a nun dressed in a habit was really sucking my dick and tonguing my asshole.
Finally, satisfied with the state of my renewed erection, she pulled back. Remaining on her knees, she scooted backwards across the gym floor about three feet and then spun around. She hiked the rear of her habit up over her hips, affording me my first view of her nether region.
I was immediately struck by how hairy her crotch was. Her pussy, which was gaping open, a thin drool of clear juice and white sperm running out of it, was covered with thick, red hair. It ran all the way up to her asshole, which was also gaping open, looking at me like the eye of the Cyclops.
"C'mon." She commanded. "Fuck me from behind. Fuck me like a dog."
