Jules and Tyrone have their wicked way with Sisters Mary Elizabeth and Katherine.
"Damn woman you have big boobs too," said Tyrone.
"Thank you," said Sister Mary. "I'm glad you like my tits," she said looking down at all that she was showing Tyrone of her bra and exposed cleavage.
"I never would have guessed the size of your titties from your habit," said he said still staring at her bra clad tits. "Nice tassels on your bra by the way but where'd you get those boxer shorts," said Tyrone looking from her bra back down to her boxers and back up to her bra again before looking up at her pretty face.
"Thank you. The tassels make me feel feminine even when wearing my habit," she said flicking her tassels with her fingers.
"I never figured a nun would wear no boxer shorts. I figured you for wearing white, cotton, granny panties," said Tyrone with lust in his eyes when taking a peek around her to look and feel her round, firm bootie.
"Before I decided to become a nun, pledging myself to the Lord Jesus Christ and before taking my vows of chastity, they were my boyfriend's boxers. As if he's there with me on those cold, lonely, horny nights at the nunnery," she said with a pained expression on her face. "Whenever I wear them, I can still feel him inside of me," said Sister Mary grabbing at her crotch, tilting her head back, and swooning with the thoughts of feeling her boyfriend inside of her, no doubt.
"Damn Sister," said Tyrone. "You make me miss my girlfriend, sweet Lucille. She used to like it when I paraded around wearing her panties."
"You wore your girlfriend's panties?"
"Damn Sister. I shouldn't have said that," said Tyrone looking embarrassed.
"Please don't say that," said Sister Mary.
"Say what?"
"Damn Sister," she said signing herself.
"Sorry, I meant no offense Sister," he said.
"I know but putting those two words together are shocking enough for me and I don't want what you're saying to somehow become my prophetic reality, especially now with you about to have your wicked way with me," said Sister Mary.
"I won't say the damn word again Sister."
"Thank you."
"Anyway, as I was saying, I'd love to be stealing peeks up your habit whether you're wearing white, cotton, granny panties or boxer shorts," he said obviously getting off talking dirty to Sister Mary Elizabeth about her under garments. "Somehow a nun wearing white, cotton, granny panties go together like someone in the military wearing green underwear."
"Does it arouse you to talk dirty to me?" She slowly ran her fingers down her tassels as if she was slowly milking his cock.
"It does Sister," he said adjusting his hardening cock through his pants while watching her playing with her tassels.
"Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever worn granny panties even when I was a novice nun," said Sister Mary. "Too busy praying for our new Pope, the boxer shorts are a recent revelation when I simply ran out of panties after not doing laundry for a while."
"I see," said Tyrone. "I bet you'd figure that no one would see that you wore boxer shorts and a bra with tassels," he said staring at the good Sister in her underwear. "Your choice of lingerie does make for a good conversation piece," he said laughing.
Years ago, giving me something to remember him by, my boyfriend thought he was funny by sticking his boxer shorts in my overnight bag after I broke up with him to become a nun. I was going to toss them in the trash but deciding to use them as a memento, I'm glad I kept them. Now, whenever I see them, touch them, and/or wear them, I think of the hot, sexy nights we used to have," she said with sadness.
"No kiddin'? Wow! An interesting tidbit of information Sister, I always wanting to know what nuns wear beneath their habits and now I know. Thanks for sharing. So Sister, are you ready to make some new memories? Tyrone looked at her with a big assed grin. "Are you ready to feel me inside of you?"
He removed his pants and his underwear to proudly display his long, thick, black dick while Sister Mary watched the striptease show with interest.
"You really have a big one, don't you," she said staring down at his erection before staring up at him.
Brazenly and unashamedly, she reached out her hand to fondle the tip of his prick with her fingertips. If only Ingrid Bergman would have reached out to fondle Bing Crosby's cock in the Bells of Saint Mary's, that movie would have been a bigger box office bonanza than Deep Throat and/or Behind the Green Door. Being that he was the product of a parochial school education, no doubt, even for Tyrone at his young age, Sister Mary standing before him in her sexy underwear must have evoked images of all the naughty nuns who played their roles in the movies, that is, except for Whoopi Goldberg. She didn't make as realistic a nun as did Ingrid Bergman, Shirley MacLaine, and/or Sally Fields.
As if mesmerized by it in the way she stared at the statues of Jesus or Mother Mary, she stared at his Tyrone's cock as if she was staring up at the altar at all of the ornamentation and symbols of her religion. As sexually eager as was Sister Katherine to have sex with Jules, so wasn't Sister Mary ready to have sex with Tyrone. Raring to go, they'll be no forcing either one of these nuns to suck and fuck these two black men. Ready to have consensual sex but, no doubt, if caught naked and in the act of having sex with Jules and Tyrone, before giving herself up, she'd be throwing their black asses under the bus by crying rape.
Nonetheless it was a game that Sister Mary needed to play for her to endure and survive the future decades locked away in a convent. Her folly in trying to fool him and deceive Him, if only to show her Creator that she was still his faithful wife, she needed Tyrone to force her to have sex with him. All knowing, all seeing, and all hearing, if God wanted to strike down the two nuns for having consensual sex with two black men, he could have and possibly should have as an example to all nuns and priests who dreamt of having consensual sex.
With God moving in mysterious ways, perhaps God wanted the two nuns to experience a man before being locked away within the confines of a convent for the rest of their lives. Then, again, maybe God just wanted to watch Sisters Mary Elizabeth and Katherine with Jules and Tyrone. Maybe God was Sisters Mary and Katherine. All consuming, maybe God was Jules and/or Tyrone at the same time too. Maybe, forgive me dear Lord, God is as horny and sexually unsatisfied as the rest of us.
"I've been blessed with good genes Sister. My Daddy, wherever he is, and my brothers, wherever they are, dead or in prison somewhere, all have big cocks," said Tyrone. "Well?" He looked at her staring down at him. "Are you ready to suck and fuck me?"
"I'm ready but only if you force me," said Sister Mary pushing her shoulders back and sticking her chest out while standing statue still and staring at his exposed cock before looking up at him. She clutched her cross that she wore around her neck before signing herself. "God forgive me for what I'm about to do," she said softly as if praying for her salvation and redemption.
"Don't worry. I'll go easy on you Sister as if it's your first time, even though we both know that it isn't," he said with a disrespectful laugh. "Now take off your bra and boxers. I need to see your big titties, your hairy pussy, and your creamy white ass."
"No, I won't," she said feigning resistance while raising her voice to echo through the empty house as it would in an empty church. "How dare you talk to me in such a disrespectful way? How dare you strip me down to my underwear? How dare you look at me with lust in your eyes? I'm a nun, a wife of our Lord Jesus Christ," she said covering her nakedness with her forearm and hand.
No doubt wondering if he should bolt or help his friend by interceding, Jules looked over at Tyrone having trouble with Sister Mary.
"Don't worry," said Sister Katherine to Jules with unaccustomed insight. "She's just acting. She needs to be forced. So long as Tyrone forces her to do all that he wants her to do, there won't be a problem."
"Oh, okay," said Jules. "I was worried there for a minute. I figured Sister Mary being the easy one and you being the hard one to seduce with you being a virgin and her not."
"Cut the crap Sister. I guess you want me to take them off for you," said Tyrone stepping forward to play her game of being forced before being taken. "Is that it? You'd rather I strip you naked? I can do that. Actually, I'd prefer to do that," he said with a diabolical grin.
"Don't you dare touch me, you evil man. You're the Devil. You're Satan. That's who you are," she said holding up her cross to his face as if he was a vampire.
"The Devil? Satan? If that's what I must be to be with you, I'll gladly accept that role."
As if he was squatting to pick something off of the dirty floor, in one quick pull, he pulled down her boxers to expose her trimmed pussy and naked ass. Then, bending her forward with his forceful pull and raising her arms over her head with the quick upward movement of her brassiere, in one quick tug, he pulled her bra off over her head without unhooking it. Sister Mary Elizabeth was naked before the eyes of Tyrone, Jules, Sister Katherine, and God.
"Don't forget that I'm a nun, a wife of God, Lord, Jesus Christ, and I'm not supposed to have sex with anyone, that is, unless I'm forced to have sex," she said pointing a finger of damnation at him. "Then so long as I confess my sins and pray for forgiveness, I'll be okay," she said throwing back her head in haughtiness in the way that Grace Kelly used to do when looking down at everyone even her husband, Rainier, the crowned Prince of Monaco.
"I see. You have it all figured out, don't you Sister?"
