For Sister Beth the morning started like any other. Wake up, say the prayers, change clothes, drink her delicious orange juice and then go for the main breakfast. Well, maybe the day wasn't so normal, after all. The Sister woke up and felt her newly acquired member hard, with raging morning wood.
When she knelt to pray she remembered last night, the image of choking on thick sperm, being covered in it. She could still smell it on her hair even after the shower, she could smell it in the room. Her lips would say the prayers, but her mind was thinking of much less holy things. Thinking of the warm feeling of being bathed in the "thick blessing" of the mysterious "angel". Her gaze would often escape to the black dildo. She could remember it vibrating so tenderly inside her. It now sat next to her on the dresser, as if teasing her, tempting her. Sister Beth just continued to pray, feeling a shiver up her spine.
While the nun got dressed it was almost as if her actions were not her own. She was being driven by some force that caused her to touch herself in ways she had never done before. Until a day ago she would have fought those feelings and thoughts, thinking that temptation was of the devil, nothing but a test from God for her purity. But now she accepted it as his will. The episode from yesterday had shown her things she thought to be impossible. Miracles that altered her body, who could do something like that if not God?
She left the room to go work on her daily chores, the black dildo was inside her, held in by her panties. She walked carefully through the corridors feeling the object vibrate against her clit and, depending on the angle, her newly acquired ball sack. As she walked past the door next to hers, the one that had been locked for years, she considered opening it. She stared in doubt at the door handle for several seconds, conflicting thoughts running through her mind. Her hand even reached for the handle ready to try and open it. But she pulled it back at the last second, "The Lord rewards those who have faith!" She repeated in her mind, moving on.
With a smile on her face, she greeted the other nuns as if everything was the same. It was indeed a bit complicated to hide her hard member in her underwear, but the dark and loose nun outfit made it easier to conceal her nine inches erection. Her male parts paled in comparison to the size of the God-sent angel she drank from the previous night. Nevertheless, it was bigger than many men out there. Not that Sister Beth would know such things.
Arriving at her small office, she began inspecting the mail of all the girls. Even if her mind was distracted by the constant stimulation from the dildo inside her, she could still reason enough to do her work. Occasionally she would adjust her member in her underwear and just feel the strong sensation of her touch. Shivering and letting out a sigh of pleasure here and there she went by as she could.
Suddenly, the sister heard a voice in her head, "This gift bestowed upon you was meant to be used, my child. Do not shy away from it." The nun looked around at her empty office, there was no one there but herself. Her heart raced, God was talking to her! It had to be! She replied to it out loud as her body shivered once again from a particularly well-placed vibration from her toy, "As you wish, m-my lord! I'll follow your guidance!" In all her years of praying, she had never really heard the voice of God! Her excitement was impossible to describe!
As the morning continued, sister Beth assisted with classes and helped the other nuns and teachers organize. As she saw all the students going by, she couldn't help but watch them. Never before all these girls had looked so pretty, their skirts and cute outfits, the way they talked and moved. In particular, the sister was mesmerized by one of the students with red hair. She was the newest student in school, Kristanna. And her body was simply out of this world. Even with the biggest size of the uniforms, her voluptuous body filled her clothes, and as she walked around everything jiggled firmly.
Several times between classes, sister Beth caught herself staring at the girls. And when Kristanna was among them she stole her gaze completely. The nun resisted the urge to touch the rock hard member under her habit, but it was getting harder by the minute. She once more heard the voice of God in her head, "They are impure, they need to receive my blessings, as you did", the nun shook it off, unsure of how she could obey such command.
Before lunchtime, sister Beth found herself rushing back to her bedroom. She disrobed so fast she practically threw her habit on the floor, keeping only her underwear. As she removed her panties the black dildo wiggled out of her pussy and onto the floor. The nun faced her hard dick in the mirror once more, as if she was afraid of it. Unable to contain herself, she guided her firm hands to her cock with eagerness, wrapping one of them around it. Almost without realizing she stroke herself, slowly at first, but quickly taking a furious rhythm. She pictured all those young students in her mind, prancing around the school. Soon the nun was rocking her hips in the air, thrusting against an invisible partner, squeezing her cock with both hands.
In less than a minute the nun felt the orgasm, she rolled her eyes, her legs trembled as she fell on her knees. The warm cum shot out of her prick in thick ropes, hitting the floor in front of her. She let the experience and the new feelings flow through her, pleasure washed over her body as she trembled with her eyes closed. The shocks of pleasure went through her, she gasped and moaned in ecstasy from the pleasure she never felt before. When she opened her eyes, she saw the splatters of cum on the wooden floor, a generous load, way beyond what any man could cum in a single orgasm. It was nothing, however, compared to the bath she took from her "angel" last night.
As all of the built-up tension left her mind, the nun felt remorse. She let go of her penis as if she was scared of it and looked at herself in the mirror. Wearing just the headcover of her habit and a bra, her dick dripping cum on the floor. The nun noticed that her skin was much smoother, no more sunspots on her arms, age marks were severely reduced. She caressed her arms and just felt her skin silky and smooth as never before, another welcome change from her angel. She remembered the voice of God telling her to purify those girls and bless them, but she was hesitant to act, "Is this what you want, my Lord? Is this who I am supposed to be? Will this agony plague me every day until I give in to the needs of the flesh?"
There was no answer this time, the nun simply smashed her fist on the ground getting up. She cleaned herself and the floor the best she could before going back to her chores. She was able to go the whole afternoon without having to masturbate once, but after dinner, she felt overwhelmed again. There was nothing in her mind except those girls, their breasts, their swaying hips. She wanted to have them, to do unspeakable things to their young, beautiful bodies. Images of acts she couldn't possibly fathom ran through her mind. She day-dreamed about sex, fucking all these girls, plunging her cock inside them and letting out her load. She knelt on her altar and prayed, trying to push these thoughts away.
