Sister Maria was slowly recovering from her magnificent, sinful orgasm. There was silence in the room, and she hesitated to open her eyes. She knew he was still there, still on her bed. She could hear his heavy breathing and wondered what he was waiting for. Was he satisfied now? Now that he had caused her to sin; now that he had used her body in a way no-one else had ever done; now that she had been taken to the heights of ecstasy that she had never reached in her prayers.
She couldn't have known that he was simply looking down at her gorgeous body, admiring her full round breasts, licking his lips at the sight of her hard nipples as they stood out, proud and erect. She couldn't have known that his eyes were sliding down her naked body, down to the thick patch of pubic hair that was now matted with her own juices. She couldn't have known that his gaze reluctantly moved down to the long slender curves of her thighs and calves. And she couldn't have known nor have ever imagined the pleasure he was finding in devouring her with his eyes.
But he did.
Her eyes flashed open and her body jumped when she felt his hot breath on her breast and his wet tongue swirling around her rigid nipple. She looked on, helpless in her cuffs, as his mouth closed around it. She suddenly caught her breath as he lightly pulled on it with his teeth. The last thing she wanted to do was to let him know she was enjoying the sensations he was causing but her body couldn't be denied.
Her back arched of its own accord as he sucked harder, her nipple sinking deeper into his mouth while his hand played with her other breast. There was something almost loving in the actions of his mouth and hand, but she forced herself to deny the pleasure she was feeling. Her mind was saying, "No," but her sinful body was screaming, "Yes!"
"It's time, Sister."
"Oh God, no. Please don't," she begged, careful once more not to make too much noise, fearful that she may yet wake up the other nuns. Suddenly he moved away from her and began to remove the cuffs from her ankles. She dared to believe for just a moment that he really was satisfied with what they had already done but her joy was short-lived. Picking up her feet, he placed them over his shoulders, her legs parting to expose her most intimate spot to him. As he bent slightly to kiss the tender skin on the insides of her thighs, cold chills ran up her legs in contrast to his warm lips. He stopped just before he touched her pussy, but she was no longer in any doubt that she was about to be deflowered. Even so, her fear was almost matched by her shame as she heard him breathe in deeply, obviously drinking in her scent, the scent of her arousal that even she could smell. She wasn't frightened that he would cause her any harm, but she was humiliated beyond belief that in a few short moments she would no longer be the virgin that she had promised God she always would be.
Still he continued to prolong her agony as it was only his fingers that traced up and down her pussy lips, slowly moving from top to bottom. It felt like an electrical shock to her sensitive, inexperienced body and she trembled from head to toe when he prised her lips apart and blew down on her protruding clit. She was shivering, and not from the cold, but for all her dread, for all her shame and embarrassment, she couldn't deny that his touch was arousing a desire in her that she had never known.
As if he was unable to deny himself another taste, his hands lifted her higher until she could feel his wet tongue slide along her even more wet pussy. She told herself that it was the natural reaction of her body that caused her to try to lift herself even more to reach his mouth.
He was just as aware of what she was doing and responded in kind, his tongue washing her whole cunt with renewed vigour. Several times it flicked over her sensitive clit before sliding back down to her moist opening. They both knew her body wanted this, even as he lapped at her flowing juices and she struggled to keep control of her conscience.
As his tongue slid inside her, she again lifted her hips to receive it gratefully, suddenly aware that she wanted more. But he seemed content to use only his tongue at that moment, seeming to fuck her with it in slow, deliberate thrusts. The last thing she expected him to do at that moment was shock her even more, but he did when he slid a finger between her round cheeks and massaged her most private spot, pressing on it with the lightest of force. Her face burned in shame when the tip of his finger pushed through her tight ring but they both moaned aloud when they felt the tightness around his digit.
"That's for later, Sister. Now it's time for what we've both been waiting for."
Closing her mind to what she thought he meant about later, she realised the moment had finally come. He lowered her to the bed and she tried not to look as he once again released his cock from its confines and she once again gasped in fright, in shock, in anticipation. It looked so hard, so big and she wondered how it would ever fit inside her. She had nothing to compare it to, of course, but it just looked so menacing. He took it in his hand and rubbed it against her wetness, sliding it up and down, jousting with her equally engorged clit. She was already more sensitive than she could stand, more hungry with desire, and her moans began to rise in volume once again, her Sisters forgotten about in her lust.
As she looked down between her legs she knew it was wrong, very wrong, but her body wanted him so badly right then. She could no longer deny the outpouring of her juices, could no longer hide from the wet spot that was growing beneath her. And she knew that he must be equally aware of her hunger. Her hips were bucking against his throbbing cock, trying to swallow it between her lips, as his balls became even more soaked
"Are you ready, Sister? I'm going to make love to you now. I'm going to slide my cock into your virgin pussy and fuck you. Is that what you want?"
Hearing his words seemed to startle her back into righteousness, even as he kissed her neck, his hot breath tormenting her, even as felt the sinful wetness between her thighs. Raising her head, looking down at his thick cock, imagining it inside of her, she shook her head.
"No! This is all wrong. I'm a virgin. You're not supposed to do this to me."
"That's ok, Sister, he reassured her. "I don't suppose I'm supposed to do this to anyone and you wouldn't want me to visit any of the others, would you? But don't worry, I promise I'll be gentle. OK?"
He didn't expect a response and didn't wait for one. Instead he kissed her on her lips, sliding his tongue into her startled mouth. Surprised she may have been, but no more than he was when she kissed him back, their tongues fighting with each other for supremacy.
"So you do want it, then?" he said, pulling away a little.
Sister Maria knew she didn't want it, knew with all her soul that she didn't. But why then was her body betraying her and begging for him to do exactly what he wanted to do? Her pussy was tingling and aching for his cock. She knew it and he knew it.
Again, he didn't wait for an answer. Pushing his cock against her wet slit once more, he eased himself in as slowly and as carefully as possible. He watched her face, her eyes, her ever-growing nipples, inching in further, stretching her lips around his thick cock.
She could feel her body trying to accommodate him, trying to let him in while her mind screamed against the intrusion. Biting her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out, she shocked them both when her legs instinctively rose up and wrapped themselves around him, pulling him in even deeper than before. There had been some momentary pain but that was gone now, and she simply felt full. She wanted him now, there was no denying it, and she bowed her head in shame as she whispered to herself, "God, forgive me."
To him, all she said was, "please fuck me."
If she could have seen his face behind his ski mask she would have seen the delight on his face but still he knew he had to take things slowly. In and out of her tight, tight pussy he moved, her juices lubricating his way. Only when they had been sliding in and out for some time and she was practically squeezing the life out of him with her legs did he begin to quicken the pace.
