Chapter 3
Sister Anne spent the evening in concentrated prayer and meditation, imploring God to forgive her for her sins and asking what to do, both about her sins and about her new-found knowledge. She prayed for the Mother Superior and for Brother Mark, and she prayed for all the others, though she knew them not, who had fallen to temptation.
Her eyes searched her small, scarcely decorated room, eyeing the books on the shelves, works on devotional and charitable and educational matters. What help could they be to her now? The picture of Jesus, a copy of painting by Masaccio of the Saviour on the Cross: even this was of no avail, for Sister Anne's mind was assailed by images and problems which no text, no dogma, nothing of the Church, could deal with.
For the first time in her life, Sister Anne felt as though she was absolutely on her own. The thought frightened her.
She decided to try to pass the time in a useful manner, and in that way take her mind off of the questions that possessed her. Sister Anne therefore pulled from her desk a sheaf of essays which her class had written. Carefully sharpening a number of pencils, both red and blue, she prepared to read them and correct them thoroughly.
Portugal. Norway. The Straits of Magellan. The Bosporus. Patagonia. The words crawled and squirmed beneath her tired gaze like so many worms, refusing to take on their accustomed lexicographical meaning.
Concentrate, Sister Anne told herself, concentrate on the task at hand and everything will be all right.
But it wasn't. Nothing was all right. The images of cocks again rose to assail her. Every letter looked like a miniature cock, so Sister Anne felt as though she was no longer reading a page of words, but looking at veritably thousands of tiny, but dangerous cocks. Staring at her.
This must stop, she told herself. This fantasy of cocks has gone on long enough. I can't take any more! She almost screamed this out, but restrained herself at the last minute, fortunately too, for the nun's rooms were all very close together, and any scream would certainly cause quite an uproar, as nuns came running from all over, to see or to share or to help. Or to torment! A new image of her sister nuns assailed her. No longer were they the pure, hard-working angels of mercy which she had always assumed. Sister Rose, Sister Beatrice, Sister Mary. Sister Anne could see them all now, grinning with voluptuous delight as they held the faces of young boys pressed tightly against their aching cunts!
No! How could she think such things? Sister Anne gave her head a vigorous shake to clear it of all the filthy debris which had been accumulating there. Back to work, she told herself, taking another look at the paper which she held before her, red pencil poised to detect any errors either factual or in terms of style.
"At night, along the river, the lions roam in search of they prey, and the native village grows excited. It is time for the festival of the greatfruits, and the headmen of the tribe prepare to do the festive Ubangi stomp."
Festival. Festive. Should not be used in the same sentence, evidence of clumsy style and lack of imagination enough to find another word. A sign of laziness. Sister Anne despised laziness most of all in her students, for a lazy mind is the devil's playground. But then she thought-the Ubangi stomp! And an image suddenly appeared to her mind just as clearly and as vividly as though it were an actual scene which she was witnessing right within her tiny room. The Ubangis! Hundreds of tall Ubangi warriors, dancing and leaping high into the air, the red from the fire casting eerie shadows and making their skin glow like coals. Naked they were, and their dicks were supporting sheaths which pointed high, high, high into the air.
Sister Anne suddenly stood up and hurled the paper across the room. "This will not do," she said to herself, enunciating each word clearly and distinctly, as though it were a talisman to ward off a demon.
Just then there came a knock on her door. Sister Anne hesitated to answer it, hesitated to move at all, as though she were afraid of who, of what, was outside for her, waiting in the hall. She stood stock still and did not move at all, as though afraid of giving herself away. Truly, a demon there might be. Sister Anne's world had been toppled so neatly that she now could almost believe in anything.
She heard a whisper. "Sister Anne! Sister Anne! Open up! It's me!" It was the whisper of a young man. She recognized the voice as belonging to Ed! He continued. "Sister Anne! I had to hide in the closet for a while. I was afraid that if the Mother Superior were to find me coming here, she would beat me again."
Again? What did he mean? Sister Anne remained silent, but she was attentive to his words, and her body, unbeknownst to herself, was attentive to his presence. Her skin grew slightly warm, as though she were lying on the beach, under the sun, an activity she had never engaged in, and moisture began to form in small beads on her forehead. The muscles in her arms and in her thighs grew slightly tense, as though she were preparing to run, or to strike out violently with her hands, which gradually tightened into small fists.
Sister Anne looked heavenward, and she silently mouthed a short prayer, asking to be saved from the temptations which she could even then feel gripping her. Had the demon made his way into her room through the keyhole? Such must have been the case, for how else to explain the excitement that began to course through her as she listened to Ed knocking lightly on the door, and whispering to her, his voice, his presence, she could almost smell him. She began to tremble, her thighs began to glow with an inward fire, her cunt grew moist.
"Please, Sister Anne, please let me in. I want to see you. Oh, I've got to see you, please, before the Mother Superior, or anyone, finds me here."
As though someone else was doing it, Sister Anne watched herself glide across the room to the door, place her long fingers on the cold knob, turn it, clicking the lock open, and then pull it back, revealing the small, sexy, strong form of Ed, the boy she had tempted, the boy she had corrupted.
If that was so, he looked none the worse for wear. Fear, certainly, was in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by hot flashes of joy as the door to Sister Anne's private room, her bedroom indeed, opened to permit him inside. He came in quickly, not waiting for her to change her mind.
"What are you doing here, Eddie?" Sister Anne asked, doing her best to conceal the excitement which she felt at seeing him there, so close to her. He was dressed in nothing but a blue tee shirt and a pair of Levi's over his white sneakers, and his body looked athletic and muscular under this clothing which hid nothing of his form. She made a real effort of the will to keep her eyes up, up, away from his crotch. And it is to her credit that she succeeded, for the urge was very great.
"Well," Ed said, rather diffidently, a little shyly, now that he was with her, "things were going so well today ... I thought you wanted to....hear more."
Sister Anne was hanging on each word which he spoke, hoping that he would say that he wanted her, for she wanted him, but hoping also that he wouldn't, for it was wrong, and not wanting to admit to herself that she really did want him. So when he concluded by saying that she wanted to hear more-that was just what Sister Anne needed most at that moment, an excuse to keep him in the room with her, an excuse to involve herself with him in an enterprise that was intimate, slightly illicit, slightly sexual, in terms of what they would talk about, and yet free from the taint of actually physically ... doing anything to each other. So Sister Anne jumped on this suggestion with immediate alacrity, using it as a life preserver to hold onto in a shaking sea. She immediately took on whatever she could then manage of a business-like air and said, "Yes. Yes. I do want to hear. You must be misinformed, Eddie, thinking that improper activities occur here in the orphanage. Where did you hear such things? Who has been spreading such rumors?"
"Let me sit down," Ed said, planting his ass on the edge of Sister Anne's bed.
So excited was the Sister with following his story that she quickly sat herself down next to him. "Well then, young man, tell me...."
Ed inhaled, and the odor of a sexually aroused woman wafted into his eagerly receptive nostrils. The smell maddened him. He wanted to reach out immediately, grab her, pull her clothing off, and plunge his dick inside. There was just something about Sister Anne that did that to him, and he thought it was because, not only did she have the fullest, ripest, sexiest body of any woman he had ever seen, but she was also so sweet and innocent. She really didn't know what went on within the orphanage between the kids and the sex-obsessed nuns and brothers? Amazing!
"I don't know where to start, Sister Anne," Ed said slowly, sincerely, really trying to communicate with her. He knew that might be hard, because there was a wall between them, a wall which she had constructed. But he thought it would soon be tumbling down. "But fucking goes on all the time. I'm surprised you don't know about it, but I guess it's just that you're too good. They're afraid to tell you."
"Who? Who's afraid to tell me?" She moved closer to him on the bed, so anxious was she tohear his reply.
"I dunno. They all are, the Mother Superior, she's the worst. It's not so bad, just fucking, and sucking, and eating out pussy, all of that stuff. Sometimes it's great," he looked at her longingly, "if you like the person. Of course, it's not so good when they make you do it, wake you up when you are sleeping just to lick their pussies, two or three nuns at once, sometimes, but even that's not so bad, what's really bad, and makes me mad is when they don't even say thank you, or good night, just tell you to get out, like you're a dog or something. I mean, all some of the nuns are interested in is cock. Cock, that's all they care about. They don't even care if you're a person, or if you dig it or not. Some of them even want you to be miserable, they want you to suffer. The Mother Superior, she...." Ed was having visible trouble saying it, as though something within him was holding the words back. His words had been coming out quickly, in spasmodic clusters of emotion, and now he broke down completely, weeping bitter tears of sorrow and fear.
Shocked as she was by the boy's disclosures, not really understanding all of them, as they had come out too quickly for immediate comprehension, yet somehow convinced by the boy's evident sincerity, convinced without knowing it, Sister Anne's heart went out to the crying lad, as she had always liked him anyway, so she spread her arms wide and seized him, hugging him tightly to her in a deep embrace.
It felt so good to be in Sister Anne's arms that Ed soon stopped crying and began to feel like a grown up man. This feeling was enforced by the rapid engorgement of his cock, which began to stir and get bigger and stiffer until he felt it rise up and press hard against his pants, trying to get out, get free to do its work.
Sister Anne was in a kind of rapture as she held his firm young masculine body pressed tightly against her curvaceous form. She felt his arms go about her shoulders, and felt him squeeze her body even more tightly against his, and she let him, for it felt fine. She felt his hands rubbing up and down against her back, touching and massaging her backbone, each and every vertebrae, through her habit and through her skin. It felt great, very sensual and soothing. Sister Anne found her arms stroking him. She felt a bulge pressing against her thigh, looked down and noticed that it was the young boy's cock.
"Oh," she cooed with pleasure, as automatically her hands closed on it, unzipped the pants, pulled it out, and began to stroke. Sister Anne was getting quite practiced at this now. It was starting to come to her as easily as saying mass.
Ed reached out and touched her all over, his hands reaching for her tits, touching them through the habit, feeling the nipples stiffen beneath the sure work of his nimble, probing finger.
"This time for sure," he thought. "This time I get inside! Yeah!"
A swoony kind of feeling engulfed Sister Anne and she felt herself falling back onto the mattress. As she fell back, Ed came with her, and was presently lying there on top of her full and rich womanly form.
As Sister Anne looked up, she noticed that her legs were spread, and that Ed was between them, his hard cock pressing down against her genital region, his hands busily engaged in hoisting her habit up.
This time she made no complaint. She wanted to be fucked by Ed more than anything in the world, and she was determined now to see it through without any more hesitations or obstacles. Her habit, being the first obstacle, had to be the first to go.
"Let me help you," she said. "Here, I can get it off quickly," Anne said, as she began pulling the cumbersome garment off.
Ed just moved back and watched her, absolutely amazed at how she was getting into it, not giving him a hard time at all, probably hornier than any woman he had ever seen in his life. He figured that she was a virgin, or the next best thing.
Amazement changed to enchantment as he saw her tits appear from beneath her habit as she raised it up over her head. They were absolutely lovely, perfectly firm and very pink, with budding breasts that were a real mouthful just by themselves, and they really got Ed's mouth to watering.
Then enchantment changed to wonder and awe as Sister Anne removed the garment completely, and the full extent of her naked beauty was revealed to his fast-questing eyeballs. She was the most luscious thing he had ever seen, the most luscious thing he had ever dreamed of. He could not imagine what strange quirk of fate had ever sent this vision of female beauty to a convent, for she truly belonged in the centerfold of any number of fashionable men's magazines. And the kick of it was, she didn't even know it!
Ed just feasted his eyes on her, too stupefied to move or even to talk, as Sister Anne looked down bashfully at the floor, her cheeks turning a delicate pale shade of pink. Ed, wise beyond his years, realized that she was blushing. Was she ashamed of the way she looked? Impossible! Yet, to look at her behavior-not so impossible. Such a thing should not be. It stirred the otherwise taciturn Ed to speak out.
"You're beautiful," he said. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
Sister Anne looked at him with a feeling in her eyes, and welling up in her heart, such as she had never felt before. It was stupendous, it made her heart beat fast and made her tits heave up and out, up and out, in a deadly rhythm.
Ed grabbed them, his fingers touching their firm flesh all over, delighting in the way their fleshy orbs fell into his palms and filled them up. He squeezed them and caressed them repeatedly, transported by great waves of lust. His prick jumped about wildly as he manipulated Sister Anne's tits, and she touched it, her long fingers running all up and down the length of the shaft, loving the resilient way it moved, loving its hardness which was at the same time somewhat soft.
"Why don't you take your clothes off, too?" she asked hesitantly, as though she was making some kind of bizarre, unheard of request.
But Ed understood what she was talking about, and in what seemed like two and a half seconds, he was totally unclothed and raring for some action.
"Yum!" he said, coming to her and sucking on her tits. His tongue swirling over her nipples was so hypnotic that Sister Anne just collapsed against the pillow and let him continue his masterful work.
He sucked her tits with gusto, first one and then the other, taking as much of each into his mouth at once as he could, and that was quite a bit, for Ed had a wide and eager mouth. But he could not get even a half of a tit into his mouth, for they were simply mammoth. The more Ed sucked them the more he loved them, and he felt like shooting his load there and then just from the excitement which sucking her magnificent tits was giving to him. But he waited. He knew that there were any number of other spots and times when it would be better to shoot his seed.
"Oh! This is great!" he said briefly, pausing from his breast feast. Then he buried his entire head between her huge melon-like tits and squeezed them together around his ears, feeling the warmth percolate right into his head. They were so smooth and pink, and he really loved the way they seemed so fresh, so big, too, absolutely an unexplored territory of the feminine anatomy, for he felt as if he were the first man to touch them.
The more Ed sucked her tits the more turned on did Sister Anne become. She had never realized, the thought had never occurred to her, that so much pleasure could arise from her tits. She had never paid much attention to them in the past, and in fact rather disliked them because they were so much bigger than any of the other nuns and really made her stand out, and they were so clumsy and cumbersome too, and jiggled so much when she walked, or even when she knelt to pray. But now she realized how fine they really were. Her tits were driving her out of her mind!
"Ahhhhhh!" she moaned, clutching Ed's head and pressing it more fervently against her chest, holding her tits between her two hands and touching them tightly about his head, almost trapping him in there like a rabbit in a box.
But Ed knew that one could only go so far with stimulating tits, and knew that she would want some stimulation elsewhere, even if Sister Anne herself did not yet know it.
But she did know it, and when she felt Ed's fingers touching her cunt, feeling around there, she breathed a sigh of relief and excitement, for her cunt had long been aching for just such a treatment as it now was receiving from the young boy's eager young hands.
"Oh, Ed! Oh, Ed!" she moaned, and Ed smiled.
His fingers found her clitoris and he proceeded to manipulate that tender and highly sensitive area of flesh, touching it repeatedly and squeezing it very lightly yet very effectively. He looked at her face while he did this and saw how her eyes rolled upwards, how her mouth opened, how silent gasps of passion began to come out, long drawn sighs, heaves, moans. Her breasts heaved up and down, slowly undulating, like fields of flowers in a warm summer wind. He kept on touching her there, feeling how wet she was, and how much wetter she was getting the more he touched her. It was just amazing, how quickly this shy nun was becoming a lover, for as he touched her it was hard for him to believe, hard even for her to believe, that this was not something which she had been doing forever.
"That feels good, so good!" she moaned.
"It feels great to me too," Ed said, and it did. Her hands were touching him all over. They clutched at his dick and stroked it up and down, and whenever they did that too furiously and led Ed to suppose that he was about to come, he just removed her hand with a polite, "You better hold off there," or a, "Ooooooh! That feels too good," and all was well. She touched him all over, his arms, his thighs, at one point her fingers even delved into the cleft of his ass, and that felt real good, as you may imagine. But it must have been an accidental gesture on Sister Anne's part for, moan with pleasure as Ed did as he felt her long silken fingers snake their way up towards his asshole, she did not repeat it. Ed decided that he would soon teach her about the pleasures of ass fingering. But meanwhile, there were pleasures aplenty right here to enjoy, and enjoy them he did.
Sister Anne felt a kind of madness come upon her. Her cunt was just dripping with sexual juices, preparing the way for Ed's cock to enter, for anything to enter, for a freight train to enter, judging by the floods of juices which flowed copiously out upon her thighs and around Ed's twisting and twining fingers, which by this time were digging deeply into her vagina. He delighted to feel how open she was, how wet and excited. Not like a frigid nun at all, but like a sensuous voluptuary, like a woman who lived for love.
Two fingers of Ed's hand slid in and out of her cunt, while Sister Anne's face was a study in ecstasy, head thrown back, eyes wide, chest rising and falling, full lips parted in a passionate pout. Then three fingers, fucking her, moving in and out more and more quickly. Then four fingers. Then his whole hand! What a woman!
Sister Anne began to breathe very heavily, and at this point Ed could no longer restrain himself. He had held back this long only because, loose and sexy and excited as she seemed to be, he knew that there was still the chance that if he climbed on and proceeded to shove his fierce and furious dick into her aching and open cunt, that she still might struggle, still might fight, might for some reason object and give him a hard time, and thus frustrate him. And such a frustration now, at this point, Ed knew that he just could not stand. That would be asking too much of any man! Even though he well knew that she wanted to fuck him just as much as he wanted to fuck her, and she let him touch her and she touched him, still, the actual fucking might frighten her off.
But that fear no longer bound him. Just one glance into Sister Anne's eyes would be enough to convince anyone that here was a woman who wanted it. And Ed was prepared to give her it.
The young man climbed between the woman's outstretched and lush thighs, so soft, so full, so rich, so warm, very pink. His hairy legs touched her smooth ones, and he directed the long shaft of his dick right at her open, pink, quivering cunt, which shone in the moonlight shining in through the room's one window. Juicy and delectable, and it would soon be his! Ed quivered with expectation.
Then the tip of his cock touched her, and what seemed like an electrical current went buzzing through his body, right up to his brain.
Sister Anne almost passed out from pleasure as she felt the boy's cock touch her cunt. He did not plunge it in all at once, but waited a bit, a very little bit, about thirty seconds, just long enough to run his cock against her clitoris, watching her jump with quick spasms of sexual pleasure, and against the lips of her cunt, getting it real wet, wet with the same juices that made her wet, so that when his cock went inside, she wouldn't even notice it. Right?!
Ed shoved his cock in, not knowing whether or not she would be a virgin, but knowing that both of them were going to enjoy it in any case. His cock slid in very easily, not surprisingly considering how well lubricated and excited she was. Ed shoved it in slowly, nonetheless, wanting to enjoy it. Virgin she might have been, he decided, but not much of a one, for his cock slid right in and before he knew it, he felt his cock bury itself to the hilt all the way up Sister Anne's silky soft, smooth, glistening, pulsating quim. Then he just rested it there and looked deeply into her eyes.
Sister Anne smiled at him with thankfulness and sexual release. The greatest feelings she had ever had were intimately connected with cock, which she could feel moving around someplace very deep inside of her, as though it were not a part of Ed at all, but were a part of her.
But then when she looked Ed in the eyes, and saw him smile at her, wickedly, joyfully, and then felt his body pull back, she felt the cock pull out a little toy, and then she knew for sure that the cock was part of him.
There was almost a feeling of pain as the cock pulled back, but not quite, because Ed's eyes were holding tightly to hers, and if they were saying anything, it was that he was not going to leave her, he was with her, this was a joint venture, that cooperation was vital. So it turned into a feeling of the most exquisite pleasure as soon as Sister Anne realized that the cock, indeed, was coming sliding all the way back. And then as it slid out again her pleasure increased still more, to be multiplied as it slid forward, but then it felt better than ever as it went back, back, almost all the way out, so that Sister Anne screamed with a mixture of ecstasy and terror, and then the cock plunged ruthlessly into her cunt for one more time, like a violent sword ripping her apart and causing her to shriek with unalloyed pleasure.
And that was not all. Not by a long shot. It seemed that nothing could stop Ed's cock in its ruthless unceasing travels right into the center of Sister Anne's soft being. Nothing! It just kept coming and coming, plowing its way into her, reaching lower depths every time.
Her cunt churned up like butter being made, and her belly was beaten upon by Ed's belly, as his whole body slapped against hers repeatedly. He did this on purpose, loving the feel of her soft curvaceous flesh under his harder body, the way her body responded to his, bounced, like a trampoline. But he had never fucked a trampoline that felt as good as Sister Anne! Nor one with such a pair of knockers. He could not restrain himself from sucking upon them, even as his firm hard young body rode up and down on top of her, his cock sliding in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, Ed! Oh Ed! Oh Ed! Oh Ed!" She moaned over and over, timed to the rhythm of his thrusting pelvis as it drove down hard against her. Her mouth looked so good as she said this, so full and round and juicy, that it reminded Ed of her cunt, which he was coming to know so well, so he kissed her full on the lips.
This really surprised Sister Anne, for she had never gone through a regular high school, had never indulged in necking, so she had never experienced a kiss like this, one which was as wild and frenzied as a fuck. She never would have believed how responsive her mouth could be to erotic stimuli unless she had experienced it herself, as she now was doing.
Ed's lips pressed tightly against hers and as he was breathing hard and she could feel his breath as being part of her body, Sister Anne realized that he had forced her mouth open, or it had opened on its own, she really couldn't tell, all of this was so new and strange to her, and had shoved his tongue inside.
It tasted strange, it felt strange, but also good, very soft and wet and tasty, and like a snake, swirling around, like a dick in fact. She remembered how good it had felt to have young Ed's dick in her mouth. This felt just as good, and Sister Anne proceeded to suck on Ed's tongue just the way she had earlier sucked on his cock, her tongue swirling vigorously around it, traveling quickly all over. The difference now was that his tongue could tongue her back, so their tongues intertwined like two sex crazed snakes trying to fuck, only they were warmer than snakes, almost hot in fact, hot with sexual passion, and filled with the looseness of sexual abandon.
Impelled by what unknown force Sister Anne could not say, she suddenly found herself biting and chewing upon Ed's lower lip. It tasted so good that she could not help herself, and besides, some wicked force was urging her on.
Ed yelped, but he liked it. She could tell because his cock thrust into her even more vigorously than before, and with a new rythm that was a healthy variation on all of those that came before, a sure sign that Ed was enjoying the proceedings, that they didn't bore him, that he was anxious to demonstrate his sexual prowess to this fine woman, and that he wanted to entertain her with his body to the utmost extent that he could manage. And that was plenty.
Sister Anne was whimpering with lust, absolutely lost in a world of lust, on a planet of sex. Sex was what she was born for. This she now knew for certain. How could she ever have doubted it or believed anything else? Absurd!
Ed was breathing heavily in her ear, and the breaths began to come out with more force than before, and his motions on top of her body became more frenzied, less controlled. When she saw his face there was a look of inexplicable madness upon it. From all of these signs, Sister Anne determined that something big was on the way.
Also, she felt it, not within Ed, for close as they were in this most intimate of all the intimate acts, they were still separate individuals, and much as she may have wished to, Sister Anne could not feel what was going on inside of him. She felt it in herself. The force seemed to be building up within her as though from the center of the earth, as though a mighty earthquake or volcano was about to erupt and leave the earth as it had never been before. Her entire body shook as though she was suddenly possessed by a palsied demon, and racing feelings shot through her cunt, feelings that were almost too good to stand, feelings that were certainly too good to stand without screaming and shouting and twisting lasciviously from side to side.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah!" She screamed, then as the feeling grew, "Ah! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck! Shit! Fuck me! Me! Oh Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The words signalled Sister Anne's release from the restraints of the holy orders, but signalled also and, in this respect, her more significant release from the earthly plane, for her orgasm had erupted, and she found herself flying through interstellar space, lost to the world.
Ed's come shot out at the same moment, adding to the confusion which was taking place at the meeting point of their loins. Gushers of come oozed out from between their intertwined bodies as it whooshed out from past his cock and merged with the other juices that were flowing from Sister Anne's cunt, to make quite a mess on the bed. But they didn't care. They were having too good of a time.
Sister Anne was thrashing about lewdly, not caring a whit for her demeanour, just demanding and receiving bodily satisfactions such as she had never dreamed of before, and doling them out as well.
Ed's prick felt itself grasped and hugged by the moist and clutching interior membranous walls of Sister Anne's cunt. Her cunt was alive, like a kind of monster, holding onto his cock so tightly and with such insistent pleasure, that it seemed as though she never wanted to let go. It was as if her cunt was acting up now, in answer to all of the years it had been deprived of the pleasure of having a cock, and now wanted to hold onto that cock to ensure that those such years would never come again.
But having shot out the come, it is inevitable that the cock will grow small, and this now began to happen. Ed's cock withdrew into itself, and a little crease of pain appeared on Sister Anne's forehead.
Ed did his best to console her with tender caresses and soft words, but nothing could allay her fears of losing his magnificent cock for good. She humped her pelvis back and forth, milking the last bit of pleasure from Ed's receding penis, her big tits flopping against him as she moved.
Ed loved those tits. His cock just barely hanging into the lips of her cunt, he began to suck on her nipples, gratified at how quickly and with what relish the two pert protuberances responded.
"Ummmm, that feels good. Ohhh!" Sister Anne moaned, happy to feel Ed still concerned with her body, realizing that perhaps, just perhaps, their fucking was not over, that more would quickly follow. Could such a heavenly pleasure be? Sister Anne really had no idea of just how much pleasure should be allotted to a girl.
Ed's tongue swirled devillishly around her nipples, and licked the sweat away from her chest, perspiration which had accumulated in small warm pools, salty too, like those found in oases in the middle of the great Arabian desert. His tongue probed between her breasts, lapping up all that he could find, inhaling her lovely feminine odors, which greatly excited him and stirred up the little hairs within his nostrils.
"Oh that feels so good," Sister Anne cooed to him.
Just at that moment, Ed's shriveled cock finally fell all the way out of Sister Anne's cunt, but she didn't mind, or not much, because this allowed Ed to move, and move he did.
The young boy, entranced at this immense field of womanly flesh, unexplored womanly flesh too, which made it so much the better, which lay spread out before him on the bed, commenced to go exploring. His tongue traveled down her body past her tits, although he was slightly loathe to leave those melons of pleasure. But there was so much else, so much that was fine. His tongue traced a trail down her belly, kissing the firm pink flesh as he did so, causing Sister Anne to writhe about on the bed with pleasurable tickling sensations almost driving her wild.
Young Ed came to the nun's belly button, a slight indentation in her slim, incredibly sexy stomach. It attracted him so that he inserted his tongue into it, and then began to turn his tongue round and round, as though it were a corkscrew.
"Ooooooh," she moaned.
His hands clutched her thighs tightly, not wanting to ever let go, as his tongue continued to excite her by boring deeply into her navel, as though it were just another cunt. Ed had never gotten so much pleasure as this from any woman's belly button. What gave him the most pleasure, perhaps, was the way she responded, for Sister Anne became so excited that her breath began to shoot out of her mouth like hot wind, and her whole body undulated about like a belly dancer.
Sister Anne's waist was incredibly slim, considering how deliciously and fully built she was, huge breasts, an immense sexy chest, that turned into a veritable wasp waist, only to blossom out again in the form of fine, incredibly luscious and lushly developed hips.
It was towards this part of the young woman's anatomy that Ed now turned his physical attentions. (His mental attentions had been there all along.)
"Oh yes!" she moaned, as she watched the young boy's head move further down her body. Sister Anne could feel his warm breath tickling her pubic hair, blowing across it like a sirocco, causing her to tingle and twitch with wild anticipation. Just what would he do next? Would he ... would his tongue ... would it kiss her ... down there? It was too much to hope ... and yet ... how much had happened so far that Sister Anne had never had the imagination to hope for? She decided to let her imagination run wild!
Ed looked at Sister Anne's cunt. It was still juicy and full with the excesses of their recent sexual bout, but that just made it look all the better to him. Ed just loved cunts, and he loved everything that could be done with them, sucking, fucking, diddling, you name it. And her cunt was a real delight. It was pearly pink and still pulsating with lust, and it looked like it was alive with a life of its own, like an oyster.
"Beautiful," he said in a soft voice, and Sister Anne spread her thighs more widely apart to accommodate anything that the lad might be inclined to do. Yes, her imagination was running wild now, and just thinking about how fine it would feel to have the boy's tongue delving amongst her cuntal walls got Sister Anne so excited that more juices began to ooze from somewhere deep within her, and her forehead felt feverish with a newly found sort of excitement.
But Ed did not suck and lick her cunt, not right away. He wanted to make her suffer first, with the kind of pleasure that experienced woman at the art of love, just love to feel, the thing that gets them so excited that they find themselves begging and pleading for ... whatever the man wants to give them!
Ed's quick lips attacked Sister Anne's inner thighs, closing upon the soft, full flesh like a snake, chewing on the flesh with sharp young teeth, not biting her hand, but just nibbling, as one does to soft cheese, or ice cream, licking and nibbling and inhaling the healthy goodness all at the same time.
Sister Anne grew more and more excited, as she found out just how sensitive her thighs really were. Ed could feel the heat from her cunt pulsate out and impinge against his ears, heating them up so that they turned slightly scarlet.
Every bite he took brought him closer and closer to Sister Anne's cunt, her raging center of sexual desire. Her hands touched Ed's head, caressing his hair, urging him slowly onwards, not wanting to seem too pushy about it, but letting him know that she was following his progress towards her cunt with the most intense and all-encompassing interest.
"Ooooooh, that's so good," she said.
Ed's hands reached beneath her and found her ass, which was not hard to find because it was large and juicy and full, the finest ass he had ever had anything to do with, or figured that he ever would.
Sister Anne raised her bottom off of the bed to give his hands the necessary room to move, for she really loved the sensations which all ten of his busy fingers were drawing out of her ass flesh, as his fingers moved quickly and all over. They squeezed her flesh tightly, so that folds of it came oozing out from between his fingers. His fingers then slid unopposed over the wide smooth expanse of bottom flesh, the best part of a woman, so far as Ed, and many another man, are concerned.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned.
Ed's fingers had found her crevasse, the cleft between her two full ass cheeks, and his long thin fingers traveled up this well-marked path, touching her with great joy and without trepidation. He knew that she would do nothing to stop him now, would not even think of it. Sister Anne was wholly in his power. But then, he was also wholly in hers. It was a fair exchange from which both of them only profitted.
His fingers reached out and found her anus, her petite little asshole, an organ of her body that had as yet been touched by no other fingers other than her mother's, when she was very, very young, and her own, and then only in the course of washing or other forms of cleanliness, and then only briefly, without the deliberate attempt to touch it in order to bring forth pleasure. So it was a wholly new sensation to Sister Anne to feel the young boy's finger touching her there, slightly, then going away, then touching her again, somewhat harder, then withdrawing, then touching her again and again and again.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned, gasping for breath.
It felt hypnotic, his finger, long index finger, descending repeatedly against her asshole, playing her the way he would play a tiny drum. She came to anticipate each touch of his finger and look forward to it with great anticipation, even though scarcely seconds separated each touch of the boy's finger. The pleasure was intense.
And then suddenly, the pleasure which Sister Anne was feeling seemed to double, to treble, to quadruple, all within a matter of seconds, for it was in those few seconds that Ed did two things almost simultaneously.
He plunged his finger right up into her asshole, and he plunged his open mouth against her open cunt, inserting his long and furiously moving tongue against her clitoris.
"Ahhhhh! Eeeeeee!" she screamed, totally driven mad by what he was doing to her poor, befuddled body. She had never felt anything like this before, and never had two of her orifices at once attacked by a sex maddened young man. It was too much to be believed, but she had to believe it, because she was experiencing it, and it was an experience that could not be doubted for it was just too, too intense.
His tongue flickered out maddeningly, touching her clitoris and bringing it new life. His tongue, she considered could bring life to the dead! His warm breath blew against her clitoris as he sucked it, driving her to a peak of frenzy.
Sister Anne's body thrashed about on the bed, almost knocking Ed away from her in the excess of her wild passion, but he held on tight and just kept on doing what he was doing, his tongue sucking her clitoris and driving her into a fury, his index finger riding in and out of her asshole.
Ed was overjoyed to find her asshole loose enough to permit him to finger fuck her without apparently causing her even the least amount of pain, for finger fucking a fine chick's ass was really something that he liked to do. One thing that he liked about it, of course, was the opportunity it gave him to study her face while she was in the throes of passion. This he could not now do, because his face was so intimately engaged with the nun's cunt. But he consoled himself by thinking that he would have plenty of other opportunities. Wisely, he figured that once having tasted so deeply of the delicious throes of sexual passion, Sister Anne would not be so quick to return to her formerly chaste mode of life and behavior.
Also, he just loved sucking her cunt, for it was tasty and fine. His mouth moved into her cunt, as his tongue plunged hard and quickly into her vagina, fucking her with his tongue just as his finger was busy fucking away at her ass. He really had to hold Sister Anne down now to keep her from flying away into the air, so transported was she by young Ed's sexual bravura. He was really doing it to her, doing his best to give her all that he knew, all that he had learned from the other nuns, those sexual professionals, none of whom, despite their greater proficiency or experience, had half the natural talent or love that Sister Anne possessed. Yes, Ed considered himself to be a very fortunate lad indeed, for being the one to open up Sister Anne to a new life of sexual gratification. Good thing for baseball, he thought with a sly grin, as his tongue flicked out again and licked her cunt, tasting all of her delicately scented juices, mixed as they were with his come.
"Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" was all that Sister Anne could say at that moment, but it was enough.
Ed lapped up her juices quickly, his tongue gliding over the soft yet sensuous field of her cunt, feeling it move and quiver beneath him. His finger plunged into the hot depths of her asshole, which seemed to be burning up with passion, and he just wondered how much more of this intense treatment the young girl could take before veritably bursting into flames.
His own prick was large and distended and he really wanted to get it back inside of her. That gave him an idea. Her asshole was already so loose and ready from the finger fucking which he had been giving her, that Ed figured it would be quite alright, and in fact an excellent opportunity in which to fuck her in the ass, with his prick this time. He wouldn't even need any lubricating oil of unguent or anything, because her ass was ready; accustomed to pleasure, it would immediately associate his hard cock with pleasure, and he just knew that she would love it.
He said, "Hey, I've got an idea. Here, get on your knees. Yeah! This'll be great. Get ready."
Sister Anne did just as the young man instructed, not knowing precisely what he had in mind, only knowing that it had to be good. She fully realized what a novice in matters sexual she was, and so she determined to do nothing to stand in the way of her gaining further sexual knowledge and proficiency. She determined to follow the boy's lead in every matter possible, so she got onto her arms and knees with alacrity, sticking her ass way out into the air, and wriggling it around in a most provocative manner, something which she had never learned but which was apparently in her genes.
"What a beautiful behind you have there, Sister Anne," the lad exclaimed, overcome by its total and complete beauty. By bending over, she really threw her behind into relief, and he realized what a truly fine thing it was, so thick, so firm, so ripe and juicy.
Ed got behind her and guided his prick up towards her ass. He got it into position. It's tip just pressing slowly into the opening of her anus.
Sister Anne felt it there, and she wondered if he was going to shove it in. This was one possibility that somehow, despite the fine work he had done with his finger there to get her off, she had never really considered. It was just too far from her experience. Maybe too, it was because the ass was associated with the devil, in terms of the black ass and all. But now she knew that the ass was not part of the devil, it was part of her, and something to be enjoyed. She prepared to enjoy, prepared to enjoy anything that this beautiful young man wanted to lead her to.
Ed began to manipulate her cunt with the fingers of one of his hands as his other hand grasped his cock firmly and guided it right into her asshole, while he shoved it in with the force of his whole young athletic body.
Sister Anne gasped with sudden pain. Pain it was, but she did not experience it as pain, for to her, in these sexual circumstances, the pain was so instantly transmogrified into pleasure, that the word pain was wholly inappropriate from the sensations which went racing speedily throughout her whole body, the more his prick slid inside of her asshole, filling her up completely from behind.
"Oooooh! Good," she said in soft tones of passion.
Encouraged by the ease with which his prick slid into her, Ed reared back a little and then drove his whole pelvis, his whole frame forward, really letting Sister Anne have it.
Her whole body was shoved forward by the force of his intense thrust, and her tits bobbled about crazily, swaying forward and then back like two pendulums on a very strange, very sexy clock.
With a grunt of pure joy, Ed found that his prick was buried up to the hilt in Sister Anne's incredibly tight asshole. Her asshole gripped his cock firmly, and the friction which it produced as he slowly, gradually, began to move his cock forwards and back was simply not to be believed. It was absolutely heavenly, the way his cock filled her completely up and yet left him plenty of room to move. The more he moved the looser her cunt got, but no matter how much he moved his cock around, and he moved it plenty, Sister Anne's cunt never got too loose, never got so loose as to interfere with the intense friction, with all the grooves and ridges and tightness within her, that produced within Ed's prick, by touching it all over, so much fantastic pleasure and sensations of such a high magnitude of lust.
"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! My ass! Ass! Oh my! Oh yes!"
Sister Anne scarcely seemed a rational creature, as she totally surrendered to the physical impulses which were overtaking her. Her body moved precisely yet lewdly to the thrusting which Ed was giving her, driving his hard rod into her ass with greater and greater force and speed, really getting into it himself. This was even better than he had hoped.
His fingers continued to play with her cunt, knowing that she would get off even more if she felt sensations entering her body from her cunt as well as from her ass, for that way it would be as though she were totally surrounded by sex, which she was.
He drove his fingers deeply into her cunt, loving the way her juicy inner cunt walls opened to receive his fingers, and then slowly closed around them, as if not to let them go. He loved the way his fingers glided in and out of her slimy, delightful cunt, so glistening smooth, and yet so rough when he pressed in against her and felt the skin give and felt the muscles moving, undulating like hungry snakes, beneath his curious and probing fingers. And he particularly loved the way Sister Anne moaned and almost seemed to growl, as his fingers explored her fine cunt and his cock fucked her in her asshole. When she growled, Ed did not so much hear it, as feel it, the growls coming not only from her throat, but from somewhere deep inside of her, and spreading throughout her body, going from bone to bone and from organ to organ, vibrating. Her whole body vibrated with an inner energy, an energy which Sister Anne had always possessed, but which she had never yet felt to its fullest extent, for it was the kind of energy which craved physical release, and that was something which she had never felt, or at least not really, until now. And now she knew that she would never forget it, for this energy had become an integral part of her, of her personality, of her desires. She knew that she would never be the same again.
As Ed kept on fucking her in the ass, his prick moved in and out as easily as though he were fucking her cunt. One hand toyed continuously with her cunt, and the other hand reached up and grabbed first one breast, and then the other. To accomplish this Ed had to lean right on top of her, and Sister Anne rather straightened up, so he could clutch her tits and press them firmly against her chest, huge tits they were but they pressed in very easily, and he loved the way they moved about so lively beneath his fingers, which kneaded them like warm, living clay.
Their toy bodies bounced together on the bed, his prick riding in and out of her in a crazy, contented fashion, their breathing growing hot and heavy, both lost to any sensations other than those produced by each other, together, two bodies made as one.
"Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" she moaned repeatedly, like a broken record but with far more expression than had ever been heard from any record, broken or not.
"Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ooooooh!" Ed exclaimed, as he fucked her furiously, not even conscious of what he was doing, just moving like a wild sexy machine, his prick moving forward and back as though by a will all its own.
Her asshole grabbed his cock and seemed to shake it, the way a terrier will grab a rabbit and toy with it before killing it. But here the toying was equally pleasurable to the rabbit as well as to the terrier, and Sister Anne's wild terrier of a cunt did its job very well, so well that Ed could feel the come rising quickly within the stem of his cock, and he knew without any doubt that the killing of his cock, making it spend and shoot and shrivel and die, would be just as pleasurable, or even more so, certainly more so, than the toying.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" he shouted, as the sperm rose up his long shaft, hovered at the very tip, and prepared to shoot in rapid torrents of fire.
Sister Anne rocked back and forth with passion and then she felt the hot stream of come released from Ed's prick shoot hot and heavy into her asshole, filling it up and making it all creamy inside. Her asshole quivered and seemed to clutch at the spasming dick with renewed intensity as she felt wave after wave of the come streamed into her.
Ed's fingers played with her cunt some more, and that was enough to bring her off as well. Sister Anne began to grunt and to heave her body in all directions as she enjoyed the exquisite pleasures of a good orgasm, one that left her shaken and weak and trembling, but very happy and contented.
She and Ed lay together on the bed, touching each other and gradually falling asleep. It had been an exciting and invigorating experience for both, and had worn them out more than running the decathlon would have. Sister Anne had pleasant dreams and when she woke in the morning, Ed was gone, having slipped away surreptitiously so as not to be caught by any of the other nuns and especially not by the Mother Superior.