The lights were out and the corridors of the convent were silent. If you listened closely to a few of the doors soft moanings would have been heard, as nuns met with the devil.
Behind one particular door was a lithe middle aged nun. This fair skinned woman was slim but with a heavy chest. This Sister Joanne knelt in the darkness by her bed and contemplated her situation. After long years of struggling with her sexuality the 37 yrs old nuns resolve had finally collapsed. These past 3 weeks had seen her commit several lewd sexual acts with the convent handyman and one episode with the young priest. Even now as she prayed one hand was under her night gown, and two of her fingers caressed her ripe wet berry. Slipping her fingers lower she dipped them into her well of juices, bringing the wetness out to be smeared again over her clit. Knelt with her legs apart, her masturbation made no noise and the flow of juices ran unobstructed and unobserved down her inner thighs.
Now as she came close to her release her mind went back to Father Adams, how heavy his balls had felt in her hand. When he had finally erupted his rigid cock had pulsed whilst flood on flood had gone into her mouth. He had held her head all the time he gushed, and only released her when he was spent. The semen was gastly slim but the whole episode had made her feel so alive. Just by the simple act of letting him use her mouth she had completely controlled him. She reached into a drawer by her bed and pulled out a courgette. Six inches were quickly lost deep up her love hole. The image of his purple cock head waving before her mouth was in her mind, the nun plunged the fruit hard and fast in and out. A wave of electricity ravaged her loins. Her pussy clasped the phantom cock as she relived the emptying of his swollen sack and her orgasm washed over her.
Climbing into bed and wiping her finger over her stomach Sister Joanne relised that she needed to see Father Adams one more time. The only time they ever met was the rare times that he had sat in for the sick Father O'Hern in the confessional. However, later that week another opportunity fell in her way.
That week a disaster had struck on a small island in the Pacific. A catholic school had been virtually blown away in the wake of a tremendous storm and a community devestated. Sister Joanne was asked to escort the Mother Superior to a local multi-faith centre, as the district churches gathered hoping to organise relief for the beleaguered islanders.
Arriving at the centre Sister Joanne could see that this was going to be a huge effort. Priests, parsons, vicars and bishops were all there milling about, all with their entourage of helpers. People were busy being registered and accommodation allocated. As she walked down a corridor who should she pass but the tall blushing Father Adams. It was obvious that he had full recall of their last encounter, not only from his colour, but by the fact that he was finding it difficult to look at the older nun. Both carrying bags they had no option but to stop in the narrow space and do a little dance around each other.
'Hello Sister Joanne.", he managed to stammer out.
Sister Joannes mind was working at 110%. This was such a surprise. She felt her own face flush and the devil between her thighs wake up.
"Hello Father, I trust you are well. I hope you are feeling better after last week.", she teased.
"Oh yes Sister much, but we really mustn't discuss issues raised in the confessional." he said in a worried tone.
"Oh no Father I would never do that, but I have thought long and hard about life and think I have come to a crossroads. I would like to have your thoughts on a problem of faith I'm having."
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that Sister. I suppose I could offer an ear for a little while. I'm free at 8pm tonight in room 34 if that suits you."
"I will see what Mother Superior has planned but I shall try.", answered the scheming nun.
Each patron got a room with a double bed and an ensuite bathroom. Unpacking in her room Sister Joanne noticed that it was organised for a man and that a new razor along with other toiletries had been left on the vanity. Never before had the nun done this but she had read in the womens' magazine at the doctors that men liked their women to be smooth. Taking the razor the nun showered. The years of blond curls came away. The shower alone was not sufficient. Moving in front of the mirror she sudded her lips and watched herself as she unveiled the virginal pussy of a pre-teen with each stroke of the razor. How neat her little lips were, and peeking above them the tip of her secret pleasure. She didn't have a mirror in her room at the convent, none of the nuns did, but now she watched her reflection as she used a finger to trace around her clit whilst at the same time her other hand worked her nipples to erection. 'God' she thought. It would be so easy to cum just like this naked in front of her mirror. No she would wait. Sister Joanne lowered her foot off the vanity and dried her smooth pussy. Dressing into a fresh habit and wimple, Sister Joanne went to her duties.
After taking Mother Superior to a preliminary meeting chaired by the bishop, Sister Joanne was left to herself. Returning to her room she sat and waited for 8pm. Despite her nakedness beneath her habit her temperature was raised.
"Come in." shouted the priest. "Do come in and take a seat."
Father Adams was long and athletic. At 12 years her junior he looked like a shy film star pretending to be a priest. As she came in he rose to greet her. Taking her hand he led her to an armchair. The room was bigger than her own and there were 2 single bed instead of her double, but in all the other details it was a mirror of hers. She took in the room and noticed that there was a bag on each of the beds. Father Adams followed her gaze. Predicting her thoughts the priest added,
"Ah that's Father George's, we're sharing. He's attending a logistics meeting. He wont be back until 10 he said.".
"Oh Father I have been so torn by what we did. It has been my only thoughts."
This had been mostly true with the exception of a fantasy one night involving the old painter and his large organ which she had imagined slipping up her in the orchard.
"Despite your words Father I have continued to sin alone in my room. I have even had a coupling with an older man. A man who is a follower of the sodomites."
This last detail had spurred him into great attention. He too had spent sometime in his bed at night with thoughts of Sister Joanne. He remembered their eyes meeting as she sucked him, and the look of astonishment as he had spilled into her mouth. As he lay pumping his cock into yet another tissue, in his minds eye he saw his fingers exploring her cunny and forcing entry into her anus. This week he must have used her 15 times as his mentor to ejaculation.
"The man wanted to leave his seed in me and spread my buttocks, he even made me pull my cheeks apart. Then pressed himself into me, then he left his issue inside my behind."
