Chapter 12
Sister Mary primed herself for the midnight orgy. All the stops were out. For the first time in months, she put on make-up. She sat naked in her chamber before her small bathroom mirror, adding some red lipstick to her mouth, two great skies of blue eye shadow above her chocolate brown eyes, and a little blush around her cheekbones to accentuate their dramatic curve.
In her bathwater, she had dropped in the remaining contents of her bottle of Eve's Sin perfume. She dusted herself with a little corn starch to leave her skin smooth and silky. She took out her special underwear, a pair of black velvet panties with a red silk crotch. She daubed her fresh cunt with a little perfume.
Twelve o'clock could not get there faster for her. She looked at her clock waiting for the hands to reach the bewitching hour. At eleven thirty, she took a brisk walk in the garden to breathe the cool night air and refresh herself. It also brought a beautiful rosy color to her face. She felt wonderful and alive in her freshly washed and pressed habit, gleaming as white as a bleach ad shirt.
She walked to the church, only a couple of minutes from the convent. Unhurriedly, she waited to see who else would be there. Behind a cluster of nearby trees, she saw a couple of nuns and a priest head for the back entrance of the church, the entrance where the janitors came in. She decided to wait and make a large, attention-getting entrance by being late. She decided they must all be starting to get undressed and into foreplay. She wondered how many of the male clergymen would get up and walk away from their partners when they saw that her beauty was accessible.
When Sister Mary decided that the time was right, she resumed her elegant graceful walk, with her long white habit gently flowing behind her. She was as beautiful as a swan. Her walk was tailored to feminine perfection as she shook off any of her nervous apprehensions.
Her gentle step echoed low as she walked down the dark corridor up into the pews and altar. When she arrived, she saw nothing. All that surrounded her was the eerie light of the altar candles. No one was in sight. The only thing she noticed that was different was the large statue of Jesus hanging on the cross had been changed. The tiny loin cloth that covered his private parts had been removed. Under it was a large wooden dildo, carved into an almost perfect likeness of a cock. The statue hanging nailed on the cross was also wearing sunglasses.
Sister Mary stared at it, unable to really determine just what her emotional reaction to such obvious blasphemy should be. But she also realized she really had so much to learn about what the real Catholic church was about.
In the thickening silence of the church, she heard a low, monotone near-whisper say from the back in the dark, "Welcome Sister Mary Joseph. We wondered how long it would take you before you joined us. Stand in the center aisle of all of the pews and kneel before His Holiness the Cosmic Erection."
Sister Mary did so.
"And now my dear nun, repeat this prayer three times on your rosary beads-"Holy are vaginas and penises and their interaction, holy are the anus and mouth and their sexual pleasure."
Sister Mary repeated the prayer as directed.
"And now, our new initiate into the Church of Catholic and spiritual sexuality, remain on your knees and turn towards us!"
The Sister turned on her knees as she heard soft, creeping feet approach her. A few flickers of candles started the procession. On one side were all the nuns, all cloaked in their white habits. Where there had formerly been an orna mental crucifix around each of their necks, there was now a dildo. Each of them had a different kind of dildo. One of them was a large lead affair, worn around the neck of Sister Gretta Katherine, the largest and bulkiest nun who walked like a football player. It must have weighed at least 10 pounds. On Sister Grace Marie was an all white, onyx carved dildo shaped like a nun which was standing not on an ornamental ball, but on a cock head. It was a nun shaped dildo. Another nun had a large, green unripened banana. Another had a dildo covered with tremendous warts and little plastic spikes. The last sister was the Mother Superior who did not bring a dildo with her, at least she was not wearing one around her neck.
Instead she carried a large silver platter, big enough for a turkey, and over it was a black, silk handkerchief concealing something ominous and mysterious. Sister Mary wondered what was under the object. From the back of the church, came some organ music, not played in any classical sense, but low and restrained with snakey rhythms and a sensual underpull to its hypnotic, quiet fire tones.
As the music continued, The Mother Superior brought the object to the cubicle in the altar wall that contained the statue of Mary. She lit three candles to it and crossed herself.
The priests, all dressed in black frocks, slowly marched down the aisle. Father Clapton led them, dressed in a bishop's head gear and red robes. Instead of a cross hung around his neck, he wore a plastic vagina, complete with hair and pully lips painted pink. He swayed a large decanter of incense in front of him, a lusty musk scented smoke drifting around him. He crossed over to the statue of Saint Francis and knelt before him. The other priests followed, each of them with a different piece of sexual paraphernalia. Around Father Knowlton was a large french tickler and around Father Mentis was a pair of bin-wah balls. The other priests in back of him wore packages of rubbers, boxes of Spanish flys, books of erotic photographs, a blow-up doll that was still in its package, and vibrators. One priest wore a strange object that was a seven inch cord with three large round balls strung on it. Sister Mary have never seen one of them before and did not know what it was for. The last priest had a whole box full of things, covered with an identical piece of silk, such as was wrapped around the Mother Superior's offering to the altar.
All of the clergy gathered on the choir rafters in the altar, with Father Clapton standing at the pulpit. The priest nodded to them and they all chanted in unisom, a poem to Sister Mary Joseph in the solemn tones of a Gregorian chant.
Now is the time come when one truly learns the divination of all those who live in Christ. That the body is the holiest, the church of heavenly desire, the place where one obtains, a glimpse into the Cosmic Orgasm, the very feel of Heaven itself.
It's found within the penis, its found within the vagina.
Its chapels are the breasts and buttocks, it door in the mouth and anus. Holy is the blessed womb of Mary, the Virgin Queen who now, in heaven has intercourse with every man.
Virile is our Lord Jesus, and all satisfying is the Father, God, God the holy clitoris and penis, that masturbates itself and radiates sexuality, the point of love, to all holy men who know.
The music of the organ started again, playing a light, soft bluesy, New Orleans whorehouse tune that would have been considered most irreverent any other time.
Sister Mary Joseph, still kneeling before them watched as they slipped off their habits and frocks, standing in their underwear waiting for the others to be finished. They began exchanging pardners, mostly men with women, but a few stuck with the same sexes in their ranks.
The men stood before the nuns in their underwear and brassiers as all the women, and a few of the men, remained on their knees pulling down the underwear of the men with their teeth. The young nun watched as erections boinged into sight all over, erections of every size and texture-fat ones, thin ones, long ones, short stubby cocks. Some were standing as erect as a marine at attention. Otheres were like flags half mast. When their underwear was pulled down around their feet, the fathers reciprocated by taking off all of the brassiers.
It was a festival of nudity to Sister Mary Joseph as she watched all of the tits emerge and bob into place. Some of them were fat and giant, others were slight and droopy, and some of them were young and springy, hanging lustily off of the nun's chests as bright and tempting as the apple in the Garden of Eden.
All of the men got to their knees as the nuns stood, and began chewing off the panties of the nuns before them. Sister Mary was filled with lustful desire as she saw the burnt orange glimmer of the candlelight gently glistening and alighting their pubic hair. The lovely and bountiful breasts of Sister Anna Mathew looked particularly beautiful and made the Sister very randy. Her taut sweet nipples were like pencil erasers and her breasts stood out pointed away like strawberries. Sister Mary really wanted to suck on them and feel their softness.
And then they were all entirely naked. Sister Mary looked at them as they stood waiting for the next command from Father Clapton. Sister Mary was also wondering when he would speak up. All he did was step out from behind the pulpit, naked and erect, and he stared at Sister Mary and nodded his head.
From out of nowhere, Sister Mary felt two firm hands on her shoulders and upper arms. She looked to the side of her, and two giant men with black hoods concealing their faces lifted her off of the ground. She nervously darted her head back and forth to see what was happening and what the reaction of the clergy around her would be. They wordlessly looked down at her as she was pulled back into the open aisle of the pews.
A third man wearing a cloth covering over his face squirted a sharp smelling substance all over her habit. Confined by the strength of the two around her, she could only squirm and cry out when a lit match was touched to her garment. Immediately, the flame raced up her, throwing itself around her like burning maelstroms. A gag was tossed into her throat, and just as fast, her burning habit was pulled off of her, only slightly singing the hair under her veil which ahd caught fire. Her nude body was picked up and lifted onto a giant, leather crucifix. Her arms were bound, stretched outside of her and the ropes around her wrists were pinned to some large spikes. Her bound feet were also tied around a spike at the cross's bottom.
The cloaked figure approached her from the bottom and rubbed her pussy hair, enjoying the soft, pulpy feel of it and its tickling quality.
He took his can of burning solution and sprayed it directly on her vagina. He lit another match on the zipper of his pants and flamed her bush. At first, only the solution burned but then the acrid smell of burning hair stang the air and he mashed out the fire with his open palm. He brushed off the ashes and the burnt hair, revealing a clean, hairless cunt on the nun.
His cloaked assistant handed him a bucket of water, filled with many icy chunks. Taking a few of these chunks, he cooled off her nearly burned flesh, with some of the ice. Sister Mary shivered from the contrasts in sensations. The henchman then took a smooth, balmy substance that smelled of strawberries and applied this to her.
One by one, all of the people still standing naked in the choir rafters began walking down until the cross was entirely surrounded by nude men and women each staring intensely at her, drinking in her smooth creamy body, the drug of sexual desire heavily racing in their veins.
All of the nuns began walking methodically behind one another, each of them unclasping the dildos off of the chains around their necks.
Sister Anna Mathew was first, carrying two yellow dinner candles, knowing that she would remind Sister Mary Joseph of that long ago lesbian encounter she first had with her mother.
She took the end of one and lit it, hovering it on its lit end over her vagina. A few drops of hot wax landed on her twat before she crammed it in. She thrust it slowly in and out of her and then left it inside. Signaling to the nun behind her, Sister Mary's feet were unbound and straddled over the sides of the cross for excellent exposure of her pussy. Sister Anna took the other candle, lit it, and shoved it up her ass. And then taking the candles with both hands, she worked out an excellent rhythm that plunged one far into her asshole and the other far back into her pussy. Her tits were hanging her pointed, beautiful nipples over Sister Mary's face.
"Suck them," she said, and the nun reached up her tongue and ran it across them. She took one of the breasts into her mouth and sucked long and hard, around her goose pimpled breast while the nun worked her two orifices up. She left them tucked inside of her and played with her tits and rubbed her taut, hairy pubis across the nun's own vagina, lifting her ass off the ground as she pressed into her opened thighs. Their cunts were getting hard and greasy as the candle was pushed around. Sister Anna lifted her hips up high into the air, lifting her vulva above the candle's length, and then plunging down on it.
Their hips went into a seesawing motion as they shared the waxy dildo, pushing it back and forth between then, and lifting their pelvises up high as they transferred the brunt of its length. Sister Anna reached below their hip action to grab the candle stuck in Sister Mary's ass.
"Kiss me, Noreen," she said as their heads bowed and their lips passionately embraced. Continuing to fuck each other with the dildo, the other candle was squeezed up high and smooth into her anal orifice.
Their hot tongues whorled around each other as Sister Anna began thrusting her hips violently across Sister Mary, pushing and pulling the candle the deepest it possible could go.
Sister Anna's maddened clitoris reeled back and forth as her breath became louder and shorter and heated across the bare chest and shoulders of the woman beneath her.
Sister Mary bolted her hips up to greet the other nun's thrusts in counter rhythm, as she was close to coming. It turned Sister Mary on to have all these people around her watching her be fucked by a lesbian.
"Don't come, Noreen. You've got a lot to go before the evening's over."
"But your outrageous beautiful tits and your hot, heated pussy raging over me with this dildo between us is driving me crazy with passion."
"No, don't come. This, what I'm doing right now is only a little reminder of all the beauty and pleasure of holy sex. You won't feel anything for a while, in this, your first sexual communion."
"What's going to happen to me?"
"Your clitoris is going to be anesthesized for about two hours. As the novicaine leaves you system and no longer numbs you, you will then be allowed to have an orgasm. Until then, you will be a sexual device, a means to entertain us and yet, your vagina will still be able to satisfy because it will be feeling nothing."
Beneath her, one of the men with cloaked faces was applying a bottle of novicaine to a hypodermic needle. He inserted inside her vagina and stuck the needle tip lightly to her clitoral flap. Her entire vagina was beginning to feel funny, like balsa wood, and as light as a helium balloon.
The injector was already preparing another needle. This one was applied to her sphinctor muscle. As soon as he nullified her main sexual orifices, he injected another needle into her cunt.
"What's that one for? More novicaine?" the prostrate nun asked.
"No. This is a solution to keep your numbed asshole and cunt tight and slightly hard and springy. You will fully satisfy all of the penises of the men tonight."
The nuns, still approached her body one at a time. The next one after Sister Anna Mathew took her dildo and shoved it in. It was a big, warty plastic thing that did little digs on her lips, being pulled in and out of her like a flower blooming and regressing.
"How does it feel Sister?" asked Father Clapton, stroking his hard-on a little.
"It feels so good!"
"Aren't you getting numb?"
"No! My feelings are heightened!"
"That is because we did not give you novicaine. We gave you a powerful aphrodisiac that has soaked your nerve endings with a coating that transmits all your sensations to a bewildered level."
"Yes! Yes!" said the ecstatic nun as her flesh was pulled back and forth. Her erect nipples received a few strokes from the agressing nun's fingertips and the carnal bliss ran clean and hard throughout Sister Mary's body. She looked down at the plastic tool as it rammed in and out of her with its barnacles, warts, and spidery tentacles all over it, running all up and over her insides.
The nun on top changed positions, lowering her juicy cunt to Sister Mary's face and re-inserting the dildo. Her cunt was getting a good, damp licking from the sexually frenzied Sister Mary. The salty, fishy taste of her cunt ran across her taste buds as the well shaped ass quivered above her. Sister Mary got a hold of her clit with the curve on her tongue and pulled the button all around with it. The nun getting her cunt licked was locked in bliss as the tongue shook small trembles inside of her until it blew with a rush of cunt juices seeping down and sliding into a puddle in Sister Mary's eye. Knowing she was coming, she flitted her razor-like mouth muscle back and forth again and again, creating a tension between her vaginal wall and the clitoris. An orgasm rushed all through her, and the orgasming nun knelt at the end of the cross behind Sister Mary's head, locking her arms over her chest. Her tits were folded over them, and she shook with convulsions as the cosmic sexual rush commanded all of the energy into her body. She gasped as her coming reached its pitch, and then stepped off the cross, onto the floor, exhausted by the tremulous joy.
Already springing into action, the next nun was the hefty one with the slight moustache and the heavy lead dildo. She carried it in her strong arm, and set it down by Sister Mary Joseph's head where it made a heavy clunking sound.
The nun's name was Sister Gretta Katherine and her speaking voice was low and hefty.
"I'm glad you finally joined us, Sister Mary. I've always had the biggest crush on you," she said as she let the full brunt of her muscular weight fall across the nun.
"Oh my yes," said Sister Mary gasping. "You're crushing me now!"
But Sister Gretta continued anyway, ignoring her. She let her voluminous breasts blanket Sister Mary's chest which looked slight in comparison. Her massive threetrunk thighs leaned heavily on the lower part of the bound nun's body. She wrapped her hard, hairy calves tight under the helpless nun's legs until Sister Mary was entirely dominated by her, unable to even squirm beneath Sister Gretta.
"Oh, Sister Gretta! I'm totally helpless under your massiveness!"
"And you love it, too. Don't you honey?"
Sister Mary shook her head no and closed her eyes. Her face screwed up from all of the weight her womanly frame had to support. Sister Gretta parted her thighs a little so the cunt of the woman beneath her could breathe. She took her thick, nail trimmed hand and pushed it against the vagina she wanted to feel. She inserted her middle finger and flashed it around her pink insides.
"Umm, boy. Sister Mary, you've got a sweet pretty cunt. I wish your pubic hair was still here. I'd have enjoyed pulling it out."
The masculinised nun inserted a seond finger to loosen her up further, and then a third finger. When she was as loose and slippery as she could get, she reached over with her cunt smelling fingers and grabbed the metal dildo. Sister Mary looked at her bicep get hard and veiny as it curved to lift the weight of the cock substitute.
She brought it down to her cunt and placed the blunt tip of it to her twat. Holding the lead balls at the base, she slowly twisted and pressed it in. The nun's cunt became as round as a circle as the fleshy, wet muscles betwixt her legs accommodated it. A yell of pain went out into the dark as the dildo got past the point of no return, sinking like a submarine into the depths of her cunt. The weight of the dildo was what rammed its way in and now the end of it rested at the back of her innards, pressing tight against her rectum which still had the candle in it. The base of the candle was pushed up, adding a sensation to her asshole. The heavy weight within her pinned her hips to the surface of the cross. She couldn't have gotten off of the platform if she tried.
Sister Gretta leaned over her yearning, bestial face, extending her, fat, moist tongue and licking her skin. She licked the crevice of her nostrils, all over her high, skeletal cheekbones, her thick lusty lips, and across her closed eyelids. She began licking across her neck, inside her ears, tickling the tiny field of hairs inside her Eustachian tube.
Her licking commenced to her high, aristocratic forehead with its feminine glisten that drew her features into their dramatic beauty. Sister Gretta's thrusting hips were beating hard against the butt of the leaden object and this aroused her to a new height. She crawled over Sister Mary and hunkered over her face, giving Sister Mary a close-up view of her mammoth vagina. She lowered it onto the nun's face.
"Lick me Sister! Lick my clit! I wanna feel your wet squirming tongue all over my pussy."
"Yes," said Sister Mary as her tongue flamed up to greet a cluster of her pubes. She licked all along her salty, moistening lips and further up to her giant stalactite clit. Sister Gretta reached over for the lead dildo and picked it up and plunged it into her a couple of times. With her other hand, she reached over for her left dairy to squeeze. She dropped the dildo back into her lifting it high, watching it slowly sink inside her cave. She began an intensive exploration of her tits, rubbing them all over and feeling them fold and pull from her palms, their plump mass excitedly bobbing her cherries. Sister Gretta ran her hands all across her body, kneading her abdomen, her stomach her pubis mons. She plucked the heavy dildo out of her cunt and pushed it back inside of her, then pulling it out again.
"Oh, Sister Mary," she said through excited breath. "It's as if I want to keep my hand swishing around your lovely pussy, as if I could absorb your femininity, your ravishing beauty, the animal essence of your sexuality. I want something you have!"
As Sister Mary's cunt was being turned on, Sister Gretta used her other hand to masturbate herself. She ran her fingers in and out of her cunt, her clit sweeping back and forth as she pushed and pulled, and pushed and pulled again and again. Her orgasm broke out all over her body in a torrid rash as sweat oozed from every pore. She sat pensively on the edge of her cross, contemplating her rush, all her anxieties dissipated. As the feeling finally trailed away, her closed eyes opened and she caught her breath. Her fingers left Sister Mary's womanhood with a splunking sound. She walked off to sit in a pew and relish her sexual satisfaction.
Immediately, the six other remaining nuns crawled onto the giant cross. Each of them chose a different position. At her head, a nun looked down at her, kneeling behind her head, with her lips opened and poised for a kiss. Her head swooped down in mad passion as she angled her head to fully cover Sister Mary's mouth. The nun grasped the sides of her head to fully press her tongue and lips to her, jerking her head with crazed and poignant desire. Her violent tongue in Sister Mary's mouth traveled around her soft, pink cheeks and beneath her tongue to the delicate cover to her saliva glands. She lifted Sister Mary's tongue with her own and sucked it, bringing it fully inside her mouth. Sister Mary could taste nicotine on the other nun's kiss.
Beneath her was a small, child-like nun, Sister Sarah Opelia, involved in a meal of flesh that she licked off of the new member to this secret sexual society. She began with the ball of her foot, cleaned and only slightly calloused, and continued down the heel. Licking in one major sweep, she traveled back up to the toes, opened and slightly salty. She licked all between their cracks and then sucked each one individually. She did the same to her other foot, and then returned to her other leg to start on her ankle.
Two nuns at her side were each doing her breasts. Her taut, titty nipples were cloaked by the ends of their clipping fingers and rotated around on the plush base of her soft breast. One of the nuns ran her fingertips across her open underarm, smooth and clean without stubbles.
Two other nuns were around her curvaceous hips, stroking the bony protuberance of her pelvis. One of the nuns ran her end over her pubic hair and bent her neck over to kiss her farm of pubes. She kissed her open split, and pushed out the tip of her tongue to run it lightly across her cunt. She sucked the tender folds of skin around her rubbery, hardening opening.
She lifted her face and the other nun pressed her lips to it, with pubic hair unfolding across her face and brushing against her face. She ran the point of her nose along her pink labial ridges with the flaps lifting and lying down again. She breathed deep of her musty fragrance. The nun at the head of the cross straddled Sister Mary's face, leaving her opening available for the slash of Sister Mary's tongue. This time Sister Mary wanted her face in a pussy. She nuzzled against it and tongued its slit, with waves of cunt flesh rolling across her tongue, lost in a salty sea that smelled of fresh fish. She ate into it lustily as her own beaver was opened, saluted by a pecking, swirling tongue, and her calves being licked by Sister Sarah.
Sister Sarah was well on her way to placing a thin coating of saliva all over Sister Mary. She licked all around the nun's clean, marble smooth legs and onto her thighs. Her thighs she licked with her fat, palm-like tongue pulling the light and softness from it, until her head was situated between her legs. She licked up to the v-shaped mons with its cluster of curly frizz above. She sucked a tuft of her pubes and then at her delicious cunt with womanly fruit. Her tits were smeared flat across Sister Mary's gyrating thighs. Sister Sarah lifted her hips as the other nuns continued to stroke all the parts of her body. She lifted Sister Mary's legs over her shoulders to get a full view of hair pie and the crack running through it. She pushed her face inside, rubbing it indiscriminately all over it. She grabbed her hair behind her neck and ran it across Sister Mary. Returning to her cunt with her mouth, she licked all over her crack, reaching down to her asshole and taking a few swipes.
"Oh, let me feel your tongue in my anus," said Sister Mary.
The nun obliged her, by pushing her tongue against the resistant wall. She edged her way past the resistance as Sister Mary's sphincter muscle pinched her tongue as it bashed its way to her colon expanse.
Meanwhile the other nuns went to get their dildos, the strap on affairs. Sister Sarah straddled Sister Mary with her fleshy thighs pressed firm around her arms, opening up her pussy. Sister Mary licked all under it when she felt some groping hands all over the tops of her thighs. Sister Mary sat at the edge of the cross to look at the nuns with their dildo armament.
"You ready to get fucked Sister?"
Sister Mary nodded her head, as the first nun stretched across her body. She locked her face to her with a wet, sliding kiss as their tits rubbed against each other and indented into the flesh with their hardened nipples. The woman raised her hips up high, directing the dildo down to her cunt wetted with the saliva of having been eaten out. The hard plastic erection skid in and out as the nun's rounded ass lifted into the air, stroking slowly and gaining more and more depth. Her pelvic thrusts increased, and Sister Mary held back from coming. She knew that there was much, much more on the way.
The nun removed the dildo from her hips and lifted Sister Mary's ass to strap it on her. The dick substitute jetted up from her cunt like a skyscraper. The nun then climbed across Sister Mary, pushing her vagina down on it until her cunt lips had grasped it and wrapped around it as it was absorbed into her. Sister Mary pushed up her ass to jerk the dildo in her. The nun was excited at being fucked by her, and she lifted her legs to give the nun on the bottom the freedom to screw it in her harder.
As the dildo was being thrust harder and harder, the nun leaned down to grab at Sister Mary's tits, lying out firm and goose pimpled and warm as toast. With her hands pressed to them, she leaned over and kissed the lovely young nun, all the time with the dildo being thrust into her. Their mouths closed over each other, the nun on top came, moaning her ecstasy into Sister Mary's mouth.
She slid her butt up and down on the plastic cock savoring the last warm rushing climax.
She walked off of the big crucifix with the dildo still strapped on Sister Mary. The next nun was a healthy and still attractive woman, Sister Ida Jonah who was about 38. She had light, silky, blonde hair and her pubic hair was a golden wheat color. She did not shave her armpits or her legs, but her hair was smooth and satiny. Her tits were not tremendously large, but they were round with pointed nipples. Her lanky thin body was taut and curvaceous, and supported a well formed face with large blue eyes and a thin English nose. Her lips were thick and lusty red. Her beautiful ass was like two round halves that indenture into her back. She threw back her golden locks and Sister Mary was taken with her. She was so surprised to see how attractive the nuns were when they allowed themselves to be something beside a plain clergy women.
Sister Ida walked around the cross shaped platform, taking in the sexy dimensions of Sister Mary's body.
"Sister Mary, you don't know how glad we are that your beautiful body has come to bless our ceremony. We always wondered whether you were one of us."
"Oh, I am! I really am!"
"Good," she said, lifting her ass onto the edge of the cross. She reached an arm over for Sister Mary's shoulder and then rolled herself across her body. Their lips met in a sweet kiss of fire and wine. Sister Ida ran her open palms across Sister Mary's face, tracing the shadows of her high cheekbones. She placed her palms under her body, ran them down her back, and left them to rest under her ass. Sister Ida's drooling pussy lips began to beat against Sister Mary's and their pussy hairs caught and tangled. Their hips beat like the separate sides of a heart. Their breasts cushioned each other and Sister Mary's legs went crazy searching from some place to rest them, until she wrapped them around Sister Ida's legs. Their damp pussies beat and squelched, mixing their feminine swamps together. Sister Mary's arms pulled tight against the ropes still binding her on the cross. Father Clapton walked over and snipped them with a large pair of gardening shears. Sister Mary's free arms groped the back of Sister Ida, running her hands all up and down her warm springy length. She kneaded her luscious, hot ass and pushed it harder across her cunt.
"Your ass is so warm and sweet," said Sister Mary. "Let me kiss it."
"Surely," said Sister Ida, changing positions. She backed her ass up to Sister Mary's face, its heart shape firmly sitting on her tits. Sister Mary kissed the fleshy orbs with her puckered mouth. She covered all of it, the back of her thighs, and ran her kisses down the crack of her ass. Her wet pink mouth muscle came out to tongue her bottom and she shined it into a waxy polish with her spit. Her tender tongue began to gently cleave Sister Ida's buttocks and she watched the folds of her ass roll across her tongue. Her burrowing tongue sought her asshole, lightly decorated by blonde anal hair. Sister Mary licked these with her tongue, and finally her ready asshole. Her tongue skated across the wrinkles of it, and then continued rimming it until it softened. When it was at the consistency of heated rubber, her tongue broke through.
"Sister Mary, it feels so fucking good having your tongue in my asshole. It makes me all hot and juicy in my anxious twat. Oh, lick my cunt, Sister!"
Sister Ida turned her furry bush to the young nun's face and rotated her hips around her head. Sister Mary licked the pinkness and took a few sharp flicks at her cunt.
Underneath their mouth-to-pussy action, another nun was putting a dildo to Sister Mary. It was the woman who had the dildo shaped like a nun. Sister Mary felt the nun's head teasing the inside of her while it slowly twisted the rest of its body cloaked in a habit further into her vaginal region. She lifted her legs in excitement and a fresh blast of energy went into her licking of Sister Ida. While her legs were lifted, another dildo, coated with petroleum jelly, was inserted all the way up her asshole. The nun fucking her anus with the dildo was pulling it in and out as fast as she could with slurping sounds. Her tight tiny anus was tinged with pain as the dildo ran in and out of her, pulling out her pink tube that receded as the dildo was thrust back in again.
The juice from Sister Ida was coating Sister Mary's chin as she tongued away at it. Sister Ida came, shaking her tits around and leaning back on the seat of Sister Mary's breasts as she concentrated on the feeling of her orgasm. She rested a while and then left again for the altar where the other nuns who had received an orgasm from the new initiate were waiting, watching the action.
All of the naked priests stared silently at the action. The few remaining nuns continued to shove their dildos in and out of Sister Mary as she was again, eating another pussy. Sister Mary's tongue and mouth were getting tired.
"Oh, let me shove a dildo in you," she offered the nun. Sister Mary leaned over, careful not to disturb the action between her legs, and strapped a dildo around her face. She could breathe through its hollow tube as it stuck out from her face like Pinnochio with a cock tip at the end of his nose. The nun was excited by the strangeness of the situation, but she leaned her cunt over Sister Mary's face. Sister Mary inserted the dildo in her with a short jerk of her head and then rocked her neck up and down.
"Sister Mary, I don't believe you, but I'm getting turned on by the thought of your pretty face fucking me. Oh, slam it into me harder!"
Sister Mary increased her neck motions. The nun came and Sister Mary was also on the verge of coming as a french tickler was stuck in her raw cunt. The french tickler dildo had two dick heads on both ends. As one was buried deep inside her, the other protruded and the last nun yet to orgasm humped against it while breathing hard into the prostrate nun's face. Both of the nuns started to come, and Sister Mary could no longer hold back. A tide of electric ecstasy ran through the both of them as Sister Mary grabbed hard of the smooth, clean ass above her. The aphrodisiac that had been shot in her was doing its work. She was proud of herself for holding back coming for so long.
The other nun got off of her body, now free of the ropes that had bound her, but Sister Mary could not have moved. Her entire body was an exhausted heap and she needed some rest before she could continue.
The organ music began again, still playing in low, sensual tones as all of the priests gathered in a line. They trailed down after each other with their erections, each of them carrying a lit candle in a small glass. They deposited the candle at the base of Sister Mary's cross. When all of the candles had been deposited, each of them took a rubber propholactic they were concealing in their hands and rolled it across their erections.
Father Clapton climbed atop of Sister Mary and pushed his ass towards her face. He slowly lowered it, with his cheeks split, and Sister Mary took a deep breath. The priest ground his meaty weight across her elegant features and jerked off his cock. He lifted once so she could breathe, and then sat down again. He did it one more time, and then leaned his face over to her cunt and began licking its vaginal beauty, his puckered lips pushing their way inside. He lowered his rubber covered cock to her mouth and she greedily ate its length. The cock slid in and out of her mouth and she choked on it, and spit it out. She waited until her coughing was over, and was ready to resume sucking his dick, but she tried to roll the rubber off first.
"Don't do that, Sister," the priest commanded.
"But Father, even though I can see your gorgeous blue veins pulsing through here, and feel your velvet tipped cock at the end of this marvelous pole, I want to taste your man-flesh!"
"Not yet, Sister Mary. You can suck me off later, but we're all wearing rubbers for a special reason. You'll drink it later."
Sister Mary stuck his popsickle back in her mouth and resumed on sucking it. Father Clapton could still feel the texture of her tongue past the thin rubber skin as she ate its length. Sister Mary rolled his cock from side to side in her mouth, and tucked it behind her left molars. She bit down her teeth, and the cock was pressed to the side of her mouth and against her teeth. She sucked hard on it while it was in this position. She could tell it was turning on Father Clapton because his lapping of her pussy was as fast as a dog at water. The meat of his tongue was barbecuing her canyon of nerve endings. His slobbering face was all over it. His hips above her face began diving down harder into her mouth and the nun felt a welling of come splash to the rubber's tip. The priest was finished and he pulled his limp cock from her and did not remove the rubber. He left it on as his cock shriveled back to normal size and the drops of semen weighted the end of the rubber and made it waddle as he walked.
The next priest brought her a bowl of fruit. He peeled a banana and she ate a bite of it. He peeled more and more of it and she ate the entire thing. He sat between her legs, his erect cock over her pussy, eating a banana himself. When he was through eating it, he took a banana and shoved it up her, the yellow skin chafing across her clitty.
"I don't think you've ever experienced this before," he said.
"I don't think I ever have either," she said, as the priest lifted her hips up. He pushed her legs in back of her, exposing her asshole and gave the banana a few tugs. The young, well built priest then took a bunch of grapes and plucked the individual spheres from the twiggy skeleton and plunked each one into her asshole. Sister Mary had about fifty grapes inside of her. He gave her a bunch of grapes and leaned his ass over to her. She looked inside of his big hairy ass and his tight wrinkled anus and gave it a few preliminary licks. She then took the grapes and plunked them one by one inside of him, inserting close to eighty grapes inside of him. When their rectums were filled with the small green fruit, the priest grabbed a cantalope that had a hole in it, a hole he could fit his cock through. He shoved it into the cool flesh of the melon. He fucked it a few times and then pulled it out, dripping with melon juice and pieces of pulp.
He brought his dick over to Sister Mary and she licked the sweet fruit juice off of it, gently nibbling it, until she glunked it all in, her tongue wrapped tightly around it, the cock pressed to the roof of her mouth, her mouth a vacuum around the throbbing dick. She had licked off all of the juice and had eaten every fleck of pulp she could find. She concentrated on blowing just his dick's head, whirling her tongue around it and giving it a few flicks.
Below her, she felt more cool, soft fruit filling her, this time in her vagina. She looked through the priests open legs to see what was being placed in her.
The priest was taking large strawberries, as red as frothing, arterial blood and inserting them inside of her. At the bottom of the container of fruit, he pulled out a large can of whipped cream. He shook the can a few times and then inserted the nozzle inside of her strawberry filled vagina.
He pushed down on the plastic tip and whipped cream filled her vagina. It began squeezing out of her cunt, so he sprayed it all over her mons, and with the remainder, he covered her breasts. With the last shot, he filled his mouth and enjoyed the fluffy, buttery taste with its delicate sweet flavor. He pressed his mouth to Sister Mary's, and their tongue mingled in the delicious cloud of whipped cream.
His own chest had touched her tits and was covered a little with whip cream. Sister Mary held on to his strong arms and lifted her head to lick off the whip cream on his hardening chest raisins. She licked across the cleavage between his pectoral muscles and into a patch of bristly hair over his heart.
The priest stuck out his tongue to eat at her snowcapped mountains. He licked all over her tit's nipples, clearing off all of the sweet fluffy stuff.
He lowered his head down to her pubic patch and licked off all the whipped cream that was frothing among her pubic hairs. He licked all around her mons, his tongue scraping off everything from every pubic hair until her cunt was shiny with his saliva.
He pulled his abdomen across her stomach and then plunged his rubber covered cock into her bowl filled with fruit. His cock mashed hard into her and Sister Mary felt the strawberries being pressed to her sides and being mashed. The pulpy fruit was flowing inside of her and clinging to the priests dick with some of the mashed fruit surfacing on her cunt. The priest smashed and smashed inside of her, taking a few of his fingers to adjust some of the less smashed strawberries, and then grinding them into juice again.
The priest stopped fucking her and pressed his anus to her mouth and leaned his face over her cunt. He began slurping away at the juice inside of her, mixed with the whipped cream.
"Eat those grapes," he said. Sister Mary obeyed him and began sucking out the incubated grapes in his ass, chewing away at their pulp, and then sucking another few out.
Sister Mary looked down at the priests in a line all ready to fuck her, eat her, have her suck them and God knows what. She looked across at Sister Gretta, who had taken the hidden object on the silver plate before the altar. Sister Mary watched her plug it in. It was a whirring dildo, with a covering of tiny little tacks that spun around and around it. The nun shuddered at the thought of having it in her.
Father Clapton took a giant enema out of the box before the altar. He took the priest who had just finished fucking her to fill it up. It looked like it could hold at least ten gallons.
As another priest mounted her and began sawing away at her insides, her clit was still rising to the situation. The young nun wasn't even half done satisfying the priests and she could see the nuns were already itching for another round. She was to receive a ten gallon enema, an electric dildo that would tear up her insides, and up to more than twenty fucks. It was going to be a long night.
"Father Clapton, what will we do next time?" she cried. "The same thing to you. Over and over again." The father went to fill the enema.