Chapter 2
Sister Anne's thoughts and emotions were all embroiled in absolute confusion. Never before since coming to the nunnery at a young and tender age had she felt so strange. Before, everything in her world had made sense. If she ever had any questions about anything, about how to live her life, about the meaning of it, about the meaning of anything, all was answered by the dogma and teachings of the Church, and these could be found in the Holy Bible, or if that source were not particular or specific enough for each problem as it arose, she could search further into the books of explication, or if these books, too, failed her, Sister Anne had only to go to her Mother Superior, whose wisdom and experience was unparalleled and never failed her.
But how could she deal with the problems which faced her now? She had sinned, sinned as no nun before, she was quite sure, had ever sinned. It was bad enough to have such sinful thoughts as had been pursuing her lately, thoughts of cocks and of fucking, lustful thoughts concerning not only men, which would be bad enough, but the boys in the orphanage, her charges, who had been put there for protection and to be brought up in an atmosphere of religiosity and temperance, not licentious sexuality and perversion. What had she done! She had sucked the poor boy's cock! Would he ever get over the humiliation, the trauma to his young and still developing personality? Sister Anne could only pray to Heaven that he would.
And what he had said about the Mother Superior-it was absurd, of course, something he had heard from someone else, not a deliberate lie, just wrong information. But how could young Ed, who was such an intelligent boy, such a good student, how could he believe such an obviously ludicrous story?
Sin! The thought of it pursued Sister Anne as she hurried down the corridors of the orphanage. She had a class in geography to teach that afternoon, but she simply didn't feel herself up to it. Everything was too confusing. Sister Anne entered the classroom and her eyes swept the room, eyeing the boys and the girls, young people all, and quite innocent, thirteen, fourteen years, absolutely uncorrupted. Sister Anne lifted her eyes to Heaven and breathed a silent prayer that these young children, one and all, be spared from her corrupting, evil influence.
Then she turned to the class, and what she saw surprised and horrified her as she had never been horrified before, for wherever a young boy was sitting, she saw not a boy, but a cock, a huge monstrous cock sitting there in the chair and regarding her with a hungry glare.
Sister Anne's eye almost bulged out of her head, but she controlled herself. If there was one thing that life as a nun had taught her, it was how to control herself. She had failed miserably at this shortly before, when she had found herself driven to suck Ed's cock, but she would not fail now. No, she should not show these children what was happening to her, how the demons were invading her mind and body. There was only one thing to do, and that was to call off the class immediately, before things got any worse.
"Class dismissed," she announced without any explanation. The students needed none. They whooped with joy and raced out of the room, young girls and young penises.
She had to see the Mother Superior, had to get help quickly before all was lost, before the demons of hell seized her forever and carried her away.
Sister Anne paused by the door to the Mother Superior's quarters. She prepared to knock, her fist formed, tiny girlish fingers clutched together, and raised itself to plummet onto the hardwood door. But then Sister Anne paused, for she heard sounds, strange sounds that penetrated to the depths of her soul, sounds coming from Mother Superior's room.
She listened. "Uhhhh ... uhhhh ... OOOO!"
Sister Anne could not have said what these sounds signified, except that they evidently were produced by a human throat, the throat, no doubt of the Mother Superior. They were long, slow moans, and the first thought that came to the young nun was that the Mother Superior was in pain, perhaps suffering from an attack of some kind. Surely she must rush in and help her!
But some other impulse restrained Sister Anne, perhaps a deeper, more human understanding, which her conscious mind refused to acknowledge.
Then she heard further moans, and these moans were from another person, were deeper. They sounded to her somewhat ... masculine!
"Ahhhhh ... ooohhhh, aaarggh...."
They sounded deep and full of passion. Yes! Passion! Suffering! Pleasure in suffering!
Sister Anne almost swooned dead away, but she steadied herself by reaching out and grabbing the handle of the door to the Mother Superior's room. Perhaps it was an unconscious desire to witness the scene which was occuring within the room, but in any case her movement had the same effect, for the door glided open, quietly, half open, and when Sister Anne managed to focus her eyes what she saw gave her a deadly shock, like a kick in the head, only worse, for it penetrated deeply into her entire conception of humanity and morality and in fact of God.
Sister Anne did not want to see this, but something drew her eyes irresistibly toward the bed and held them there so that they could not move.
There on the bed the Mother Superior, a woman of about forty years with a full figure, rather matronly, perhaps, but still sexy, with large full breasts, a fairly thin waist, and awesome hips and a fine, fleshy ass, was rising up and down on top of Brother Mark's prick, which was buried right in her cunt.
Brother Mark was lying on his back, thrusting up vigorously, plunging his cock deeper and deeper into the Mother Superior's cunt as she rode him like a bucking bronco.
Sister Anne was disgusted, but also fascinated, for though she had heard and in fact during her sinful moments even read about the act of fucking, she had never witnessed it, yet alone experienced it. It was even more bizarre and strange than she had thought.
She was fascinated by the way the Mother Superior kept on moving, moving in all directions, swinging her hips lasciviously about, from side to side. And also the way she thrust her hips up and down. Her tits bobbled around a lot too, like two balloons let loose from a circus parade, as she bounced her body up along the shaft of Brother Mark's penis, her tits bounced up too, and as Sister Anne watched they seemed to move in slow motion, flopping slowly up in the breeze created by their two bodies slapping rhythmically together, rising and changing shape as they rose, all the flesh seeming to move forward right into the nipples, which were hard and distended, like two arrow heads.
Sister Anne had never seen nipples look like that, so stiff and protuberant. She had an odd thought, but one appropriate to the scene she was witnessing: they looked to her like two penises.
That thought made her look at Brother Mark's penis, as it appeared slipping in and out of the Mother Superior's cunt. It looked strange, a red bulbous mass, as it appeared and then just as suddenly disappeared, as her cunt swallowed it up. Amazing. When the prick drew back, out of the Mother Superior's cunt, it seemed so monstrously huge that she couldn't imagine that any cunt could take in any part of it. But then it would completely disappear.
Sister Anne's head bobbed back and forth with the rhythm of their fucking, so involved in it did she become. Her cunt began to grow more and more excited, until it seemed to her that it was she who was lying astride Brother Mark, and it was her cunt which was receiving his cock and its endless series of hard thrusts.
The juices of sexual lubrication began to run down between her thighs. She licked her lips slowly, and her hand sought her breast, to squeeze it and feel pleasure in that way, as she watched the invigorating scene going on before her eyes.
"Ohhh! Ahhh!" the Mother Superior moaned, as she rammed her cunt down on Brother Mark's dick as hard as she could. It felt great inside of her, filling her right up. She really loved Brother Mark, for he had the biggest cock of anyone in the orphanage. She loved making it with the boys because they were so fresh and full of burgeoning life, but when it came to ultimate satisfaction, she preferred Brother Mark every time. He was also quite expert, a real professional lover, as it were, and he really knew how to drive his prick into her in the way which pleased her the most.
He drove his cock into each crevasse of her cunt, a really large cunt and one that had been fucked many times in her years on earth. She needed a large cock and one that was quite expert in order to give her the sensations which she needed.
Brother Mark, in his turn, loved to fuck her because she really let go, really went wild. He had, of course, heard about the pleasures of fucking young, fresh, tight cunt, young girl cunt, and he knew quite a bit about that, as the presence of so many young girls there at the orphanage really afforded him the opportunity of making good and frequent use of their cunts, which he knew how to arouse easily and quickly and with great proficiency, but although their cunts sure felt fine as they surrounded his immense throbbing member, still there was something which their young bodies could not give him, something which he could only get from a woman like the Mother Superior. That was the feeling of a real, fleshy, full-grown woman giving her whole, losing all of her inhibitions in his carnal embrace, a woman who had really been around and had fucked many men so that she fully appreciated what an expert he really was. Oh, the young girls appreciated him all right, they loved his cock and got off on the way he shoved it so vigorously into them. But they were young, and could not know just how fine a fucker he actually was. Many of them got off just as much when fucking one of the younger brothers, or even one of their cohorts there in the oprhange, some boy of no more than fourteen or fifteen years who barely knew one end of his cock from the other! No, give him an older woman every time!
His hands grabbed the Mother Superior's breasts and grabbed them and squeezed them hard, so hard that the flesh oozed out from between his fingers, so hard that it almost hurt her, so hard that she loved it. Her nipples shot out like two pink flame-throwers under the expert urging of Brother Mark's digital manipulations, and her cunt kept on splashing its love juices over his enflamed and swollen cock, swollen with the passion that was about to burst through in a violent eruption, an eruption which Brother Mark felt fast approaching the more the Mother Superior moved up and down on top of his ramrod.
"Ohhhh!" he moaned loudly, and his groans affected Sister Anne almost as much as they affected the Mother Superior, who herself seemed on a fast train ride to bliss.
Sister Anne touched herself between her legs and began to frig herself rapidly, her hand automatically doing whatever it could do to bring her body the sexual gratification which she saw the Mother Superior so thankfully receive from the hard cock of Brother Mark, satisfaction, which she would have liked to receive likewise, but for now her hand would have to do. It would not be right to break in on the scene before her. Sister Anne was afraid of the wrath of the Mother Superior, who was her guide in all things, if she so much as saw Sister Anne there, watching, masturbating. Sister Anne was ashamed of her behavior, but felt herself compelled by a strange mixture of emotions to keep on watching, and she could not have left that doorway even if she had wanted to.
Here she was, seeing the woman whose purity she respected above all else, being ravished by a Brother.' With a moan of passion that was so loud it seemed to penetrate deep within Sister Anne's inner core, the Mother Superior began to come. Her body thrashed around now more even than before, like a wild, whipped mare, like a tropical storm. And that was how she felt as she burst in torrents about Brother's Mark's courageous cock, the floodgates of her cunt suddenly opening wide and letting loose the overflowing hot juices, more like gases really, that flowed down and all over his groin and his cock, as she flopped about crazily.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Brother Mark answered back in a series of hoarse and increasingly spasmodic cries of pleasure, with such an intense sound that they almost seemed like the most excrutiating pain. But his prick was jumping and shooting out its load of semen straight into the Mother Superior's over-eager cunt, which thrashed about lewdly to receive the Brother's gift, his offering, his hommage. No, it was no pain that Brother Mark felt, only pleasure of the most body satisfying sort, pleasure which left him drenched and spent, but pleasure nonetheless.
Sister Anne could no longer keep still. The excitement on the bed had traveled across the room and had driven her to such peaks of feverish excitement that she was now masturbating herself shamelessly, almost without caring if she were discovered at it or not, thinking about nothing at all, but just lost in a quick whirl of unknown lust.
Lucky for her that the occupants on the bed were so overwhelmingly occupied with their own sexual accomplishments and could not hear, could not see, could in no way perceive anything that was happening outside of themselves. Their bodies twining together in a lewd and lascivious manner, the Mother Superior and the Brother were tangled and groaning, his prick flopping free now, gradually sinking back to its flaccid state, even as the Mother Superior's fingers reached down to caress it tenderly, as she groaned with passion that had still not exhausted itself, although her orgasm had just passed. She was a wild woman, with a lot of sexual stamina.
Brother Mark's prick looked so good to her that she just could not let it go, not without a fight anyway, so knowing how much the good Brother appreciated a post-coital blow job, the Mother Superior quickly slid her way down and opened her lips wide, closing them upon the head of the Brother's slightly limp, growing limper, dick.
"Ummmm," he moaned with new pleasure as he felt her soft and exquisitely juicy lips slide over the head of his cock, touching him there with passion.
"Ah!" He expostulated, somewhat more loudly, as her tongue jabbed out from between her wide lips and coated the underside of his slippery cock with a layer of saliva, hot and tasty from deep within her.
She kissed his cock over and over again and tongued it frantically, but if by all of this she hoped to prevent it from growing small, then her efforts were to no avail.
The cock grown small, the two participants on the bed grew quiet, although Sister Anne sensed that in the scene there still remained the strong possibility of renewed action, for while the Brother lay his head back and was apparently dead to the world, the Mother Superior's eyes never left his dick, and her eyes glowed with an unearthly fire, the same fire which Sister Anne had seen in them many times, during discussions of prayer or of faith, an expression which had earned the Mother Superior a reputation of great piety. But what did they mean now?
Disgusted and appaled, at herself as well as at the two undraped figures on the bed, Sister Anne decided to take this break in their sexual activity as an opportunity for her to make her escape. She knew that she could do this as soundlessly as she had entered, so there was no fear of being caught, so quietly as a mouse, Sister Anne slipped out of the room, wiser but sadder than when she had entered it, and with none of her omnipresent worries in any way solved. She was still one mixed up nun.