Convent Secrets Ch 02 Sizing The Hole

Mature theme / Adults Only

Please DO NOT read if true adult non-fiction offends.

Furthermore, this story includes references to glory holes, masturbation, face sitting, fellatio, cunnilingus, and exhibitionism, as well as religious characters.

Please DO NOT read if any of these subjects offends your moral sensibilities.

ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OF AGE.

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The following is a true life story from 1981...

Chap II

"Sister, sister?," I urgently whispered, desperately hoping that the wanton, holy nun was still within the closeted confessional, poised to verbally release more lustful transgression in my direction and unleash her secret lust-demon directly upon my 18 year old libido.

Suddenly, a small creak from her side of the confessional wall: attuning my ear, the subtle creak sounded very much like a light door quietly close, although I was not exactly certain.

A footstep from up above on a loose plank? A squeaky, pressurized water pipe? My imagination? I wasn't sure what to think.

Fuck! I simply wanted so desperately that this lusting nun repeat her dirty talk to me and describe to me again in graphic detail how she was going to swallow my cock down her throat and drink every drop of my "warm semen" and teach me what to do for her!

I needed to hear again every sordid and granular detail. I sought a "carnal communion" with this holy woman and I was not going to miss my best chance for that communion later this same night.

Such carnal blasphemy within the confines of this ancient, holy confessional made our upcoming tryst all the more sordid, and compelling, to me.

Placing my ear up to the cool, thin, cherry wood wall, I listened intently for any further evidence that the sister was still opposite me lurking on the other side: complete and hollow silence from the opposite side confessional space.

Feeling emotionally deflated, my hard eight inch cock, however, faithfully held more firm than ever and was not dissuaded.

And, just like a figment of my imagination, the mystery sister, and my seeming future succubus teacher and lust demon, was gone.

But the holy sister was not a figment of my over zealous imagination: I still had her moist cotton panties on my head and covering my face to prove it!

The aroma of her sweet holy pussy infiltrated the sinews of my brain and deposited their musky molecules deep into my hippocampus, the receptacle of long-term memory, which I still carry with me forty years hence.

All doubt resolved, I realized that the good sister had, in fact, exited the soon-to-be, and decidedly unholy, debauched confessional, to rejoin her Holy Order back upstairs, albeit pantyless, to faithfully and earnestly perform her days' duties and obligations.

I imagined that the holy sister would perform those same duties with a bit more "spring in her step" in her anticipation of subjecting a mostly sexually naive and unwitting 18 year old to all manner of her lust-demons' depraved intentions and irreligious shenanigans with me.

I was fully conscious and ready to engage her lust-demons head on and would joyfully sell my soul for the thrill and privilege later that same evening.

I stood with my chest against the thin wall fully gobsmacked. Within the confines of the darkened confessional, and her moist cotton panties still covering my face, and unconsciously softly caressing the length of my hard penis with my right hand, I pleaded in my mind for her to return. (After all, the sister had demanded that I not "jack off". She wanted my balls "full of cream", she commanded.) My body shook with sexual excitement and transgressive anticipation.

Breaking from my daydream, something tangible to "ground" my thoughts was required. Okay, I still needed to determine just how my erect eight inch penis and testicles could fit through the 5" diameter wall hole.

I illuminated the hole with my flashlight and felt the edges of the circular hole for rough edges or anything that would make the evening's later activity uncomfortable.

I could see with my flashlight that the edge of the cherry wood glory hole was very smooth and professionally rounded off, most likely with a mechanical lathe, I surmised.

Feeling the edge with my right fingers and thumb, I was amazed just how smooth the glory hole edging was, being just as professionally finished as the entire confessional. (My renowned craftsman father taught me well that quality carpentry workmanship is always revealed in the minutiae of detail.)

Grabbing my fully erect penis by its base with my left hand, I inserted first the rounded and smooth circumcised mushroom head through the glory hole.

I watched my cock slowly disappear, inch by inch, into the glory hole until my entire length was through, with only my low hanging balls still on my side of the wall. The coolness of the wall on my hot, sweaty balls was stimulating.

I also noticed that by tightly grabbing my penis by its base accentuated the veiny texture of my cock. My hard dick looked sexy as hell in the low light condition punctuated by direct flashlight illumination and veiny shadowing.

Watching my entire cock disappear through the glory hole, a definite and mixed feeling of both vulnerability and excitement washed over me.

I tried to imagine how vulnerable, and thrilling, I will feel with the anonymous holy sister opposite me, but with total access to my fully exposed hard cock and low hanging balls, to do with as she pleases: suck, lick, stroke, sniff, bury her face in my balls, whatever her lust-demon feels inclined to do, I would be at her mercy. My cock swelled even more at the thought.

My thoughts raced: Will the sister do as she said, deep throat my penis and swallow my full cum load? Or would she grab my cock and not let go? What if she were, in truth, a full blown psychotic looking to chop my dick off? "All true," I mused to myself. "Being so exposed and vulnerable to an unknown stranger truly could be dangerous. No risk, no reward, though," I thought to myself.

Cramming my balls under my hard cock in order to push my scrotum through the wall, I prayed she would suck hard on my balls. I needed to determine if my large balls could also fit through the snug glory hole.

Though it was definitely a tight fit, I was now certain that the holy sister would have total and complete access to both my entire eight inch cock, as well as my semen-filled ball sack.

Admittedly, retreating my genitals through the 5" diameter glory hole in an emergency would be impossible. I just had to trust that the anonymous holy sister, my lusting succubus, was simply horny and wanting to suck on my cock, and not some psychotic patient living off Convent food scraps unnoticed within the tunnel and basement system. "I worry way too much," I thought to myself. "Way too much."

Making a slight adjustment to the moist panties encompassing my face so as to intensify the pussy musk scent held within, I took in a long, deep breath, holding in the musk and my cock becoming even harder in the process.

"Naw, she's legit," I reassured myself. "She's just horny and bored as hell living here and wants to suck my cock. Just a bit of fun to break the monotony probably," I rationalized away any gnawing hesitancy I may have had.

The fresh pussy panty scent was working its magic on both my libido, and judgement. "No way in hell I'm fucking up this chance."

Resolved, I'd be back at the cherry wood confessional this evening and to meet my holy sister for whatever illicit debauchery her lust-demon had in store for me.

To be continued...

(Please read "Convent Secrets" to learn how this true recollection all began.)