0 comments/ 28191 views/ 2 favorites Heaven on a Harley By: Loverman Edited by ENGLISH ROSE April 23, 2003 Chapter One She was considered to be one of the, "thoroughly modern Millies " by the older sisters. Sister Jane was a petite woman. Her pretty blue eyes seemed even bluer as they were set off by the stark black of the habit. Being covered from head to toe, the austere costume hid the well curved body of a pretty young woman. Her strawberry blond hair always caught the eyes of the boys when she was in high school. However, she had no desire to be one of those girls who dreamed about being with a boy in that special way. All the high school boys tried to get her attention, but she always just ignored them. The truth of the matter was that she didn't even jerk off even at night when she was alone in bed. She never felt the urgency or need like most people. To her, it was just a foolish waste of time. She would go out into the world and do good while saving souls. So, she decided to skip college, and she went straight into the nunnery. She expected to be sent to some exotic far away place where the people live in dire poverty and squaller. There she would dedicate her life to saving the unfortunate people just like Mother Teresa. She bargained that her place in heaven would be secured in this way. Sister Jane found herself in San Francisco on a clear sunny day as she stood in front of her new home. The nunnery stood on a high hill overlooking San Francisco Bay. It wasn't quite what she expected, but she resolved to make the best of it. The Sisters of Mercy were the most liberal order in the church. In fact, The Sisters of Mercy had gained the reputation of a bunch of swingers. Their reputation had spread far and wide and reached as far as nunnery school. Many of the novices had heard rumors of wild sex parties which were thrown at the facility at San Francisco. At the terrifying thought of facing a life of celibacy, Some of the novices even began to pray for a chance to join the gay group. The Sisters of Mercy were comprised of a group of former prostitutes and drunkards. The idea was to create a sort of recovery home for them. The experiment worked after a fashion in that the women no longer needed to be out on the streets. The unusual thing about it was that the church had accidentally assembled the greatest looking group of nuns in the whole church system. Once the women were cleaned up, they were to a woman the curved, eye flashing, and ass swinging group of hot babes the church had ever seen. The house was donated by a famous and rich family which made its' fortune in canned foods. The building was in fact an old mansion which was created in the glamour time of the city. This particular neighborhood was populated with such mansions which were still owned by private citizens. The house was large by any standard containing numerous rooms on several floors. Sister Jane plucked up her courage and entered the big house to start her new life. Sitting at the front desk was a rather formative looking woman who looked at Sister Jane with a curious glance. "Can I help you? ", The woman said. "I am the new replacement. ", Jane answered. "Well, we have been expecting you. ", The nun who was sitting at the reception desk said. "They said that you was a young one. MMM you're sure a looker honey. Some of the sisters are going to want to get a gander at you sweetie. MMM MMM fresh out of high school? Lordy Lordy are you something! Well you had better get out of those civilian clothes and start looking like a real bride of Christ. ", the receptionist said mostly to herself. Jane placed her suitcase upon the floor as she surveyed her new surroundings. Wearing snug fitting hip hugging blue jeans and a tight fitting red blouse, she looked more like a hot babe out on the prowl for boys rather than a bride of Christ. Her long strawberry blond hair hung down almost to her shoulders creating a flowing line down to her well packed body. The tight red blouse accented her generous breasts as they strained at the red material. Her pretty blue eyes were wide with anticipation as she gathered up her thoughts. "Follow me "The receptionist said. "The Mother Superior will want to meet you. Take my advice honey, don't get her pissed off at you. She can be a real bitch when she has it out for you! Listen honey, you're going to get a bunch of this shit around here. What with you looking like something right out of the centerfold page of Playboy, some of these horny bitches are going to tap you honey. The Mother superior is one of the most horny bitches in the whole place. You may as well go along with it sweetie. It's just part of the daily life around here. It's not all bad. Once in a while one of the priests will stop by to have his pipes cleaned. Usually these horny bitches fight over who gets to get the job, but you looking like you do, you'll get your share of the action. ", The receptionist spoke as she led Jane to the Mother Superior's office. "Honey, do you even have an idea of what I'm talking about? ", She asked. Jane stood and pondered her words. "Well I'm not quite sure, but I'm willing to learn. ", Jane said with optimistic enthusiasm. The receptionist looked at Jane with wonder, "Lordy lordy can it be true? Honey are you really a virgin? I mean you never? " "Oh! Of course not! I want to be a good nun. ", Jane said with vigger. The receptionist cautioned as they stood outside the Mother Superior's office, "Listen honey things around here are different. If you want to fit in around here, you had better get in the swim of things. Here we are. Now, when you are in there, you do what she tells you to do, or there will be hell to pay. Do you understand honey? " Jane nodded in agreement. "Good luck", the receptionist said as Jane entered the Mother Superior's office. Jane stood in front of the Mother Superior's desk and introduced herself. The Mother Superior leaned back upon her chair as she listened to Jane. As Jane spoke, the Mother Superior seemed to slip into a dream as she looked at Jane. It seemed that a long time had passed by as Jane kept on talking. Jane wondered if the woman sitting behind the desk was even listening to her. Then slowly and with a whispered the woman muttered to herself, "God! I really have gone to heaven. " With a wave of her hand, the Mother Superior motioned to Jane to be silent. Next she gestured to Jane indicating that Jane should come around to her side of the desk. Then she pushed away from her desk, and while still sitting in her swivel rocker , she pointed to a spot on the floor which was immediately at her feet. The command rang out with authority, "Kneel! " Jane complied without hesitation. Jane assumed the position of prayer. With her head bowed, her hands clasped together,and her knees planted firmly upon the floor,she expressed her devotion. Expecting a blessing from the Mother Superior, Jane waited patiently. What came next was totally unexpected. Instead of a blessing, the Mother Superior pulled her black habit up around her waste. Next she pulled her plain cotton under pants down and off to expose her well shaven pussy to Jane. Jane's eyes popped open to see that the Mother Superior had begun finger fucking herself. The command rang out again, "Eat it!" Jane stuttered, "Wha wha what? " "I said, eat me, and do a good job. I expect you to make me come at least two or three times before we are finished. And let me tell you baby, we got all damned day sweetie. Now get to work. God Damned I haven't had a peace of ass like you in a dog's age. Hallelujah My prayers have been answered. ", The Mother Superior spoke with a heavy hurried voice. That was a little more than a year ago, and Sister Jane did get into the swim of things as the receptionist suggested. Sister Jane was a very popular member of the group. Several of the nuns made a strong effort to be her friend. Once relieved of the costume of the religious order which made her look like a little penguin, her terrific body set the other women on a quest to know her in the Biblical way. The communal shower room was one of their favorite places to catch Sister Jane. In fact, the shower room was a preferred place to meet for a quick lick. Most of the nuns took advantage of the shower when the pressure of not having a man to satisfy their needs became too much to bear. The shower room was set off on one end of the south wing of the mansion. It was a large room which was converted into a shower room and which accommodated as many as ten people. Being located on the second floor, the nuns enjoyed a clear view of the afternoon sunshine from the picture windows. That spying eyes might be observing them in their daily absolutions, the nuns gave no concern for prying eyes. Therefore, the curtains were never closed allowing the maximum sunshine to enter the room. At first, Sister Jane had no trouble with encounters by the other nuns in the shower room. She would come to know that the Mother Superior had claimed her for herself. The other nuns avoided close contact with her for fear of incurring the wrath of the Mother Superior. However, as soon as the Mother Superior's ardor subsided for Jane, the other nuns threw Jane a shower party that she would never forget. One afternoon while showering, Jane was confronted by several nuns who had been carrying a slut grudge for her. In their opinion, good cunt like Jane should be shared among the rest of the women who really needed it. Being locked up in the big house with only the occasional priest to fuck made these women mean spirited now and again. The door to the shower room opened with a slam. Jane turned to see sister Clairabell and three of her friends as they slowly walked into the shower room. Gone was the holy robes. The four stood there dressed in nothing but black leather vests, garter belts, fish net stockings, and high heal shoes. Jane knew right away what this was all about. Sister Clairabell had the hots for Jane from the first time that she fixed eyes upon her. Sister Clairabell was a bruiser of a woman who always had a preference for women even before she became a nun. She was tall and heavy. She was built more like a man . She was flat chested and was devoid of any feminine grace. Her face was roughly heun., and her cold black eyes turned cruel when she was on a slut rage. "Well, the honeymoon is over sweetie. It seems that the M S has lost interest in you since she has a new toy to play with. Me and my bride's maids have come to give you a wedding shower.", Clairabell growled through a sneering smile. "Well we can make this easy, or we can make it rough. What is it going to be honey? ", Clairabell smiled as she spoke. Jane didn't want any of this, "Why don't you leave me alone. I've never bothered you. I want to be a good nun. " "Oh! You're going to be a good nun all right! ", Clairabell laughed. Jane found herself backed up to a corner of the shower. The four women led by Clairabell surrounded Jane and began to grab at her. "Oh! Look at those big beautiful tits. ", one of the women said. "I'll have a pussy sandwich if you don't mind. ", Said another. "I'll just bet that she is still a virgin. ", a third woman said. Clairabell asked, "Did the M S pop your cherry darling? " Jane replied, "Just umm she just made me eat her. She said that she loved me. She just wanted to make love to me. She just kissed me there. Now! Why don't you all just go away before I tell the M S and you will all get in trouble. " The four women laughed loudly. "Don't you get it sweetie? The M S is finished with you. She has a new sucker.", Clairabell said as the others laughed again. Suddenly Clairabell moved closer, "You're my bitch now! ", Clairabell growled as she delivered a hard right handed slap across Jane's face. The blow threw Jane up against the wall of the shower. The four women fell upon her. Like hungry animals the woman began to hold Jane down upon the floor while each woman took her turn on Jane's pussy. Just when Jane thought that it couldn't get any worse, Clairabell began to mount her using a strap on dildo. The other women began to howl with excitement. They began to yell things like, "Save some of that for me Clairabell. I want some of that ass! Uuuee! " The brutish women forced herself into Jane's tender pussy. Using a big dildo Clairabell began to pound Jane mercilessly. She grunted loudly as she inserted herself into Jane. The party went on all afternoon. Each woman took her turn upon Jane, and in some cases the women came back for seconds and thirds. Once the ordeal was over, Jane made her way back to her bed. There she lay all night crying herself to sleep. The new day came with a new resolve for Jane. Jane resolved that she would go on even after what had happened. She resolved to overcome this adversity, and she would still become a good nun. Chapter Two The day started off with a clear dawn. The usual cloudiness which covers the bay area was pushed out to sea by a strong high pressure cell which usually brings clear warm weather. Sister Jane sat in the garden looking and feeling miserable. All night she sobbed over the loss of her virginity at the hands of Sister Clairabell and her friends. She knew that she must do something, but she didn't know just what to do. As she sat there, She gazed down upon a flower bush to notice a butterfly which was trapped within the branches. She thought to herself that she was trapped just like the butterfly. With an act of mercy, Jane rescued the helpless creature. The pretty butterfly flew away to continue its' journey. "Miss ... I mean Sister, are you all right? ", a voice came out of the garden. Jane looked up to see a small oriental man standing there. The man was dressed in work clothes. He wore blue bib overalls, a red checkered short sleeve shirt, and a big floppy yellow hat. His feet were covered with heavy leather boots which seemed to be suitable for hard work . "Sister are you all right? ", the man asked again. Jane answer, "I am not happy! " At that, Jane began to cry again. The oriental man approached and held out his hand. "Why are you so unhappy? ", he asked. Jane replied, "Every thing is wrong! " "It can't be all that bad. Tell me all about it and maybe I can help. ", he spoke. Jane said, "I can't trouble you with my problems. " "Well, let me be the judge of that. ", the man in the floppy yellow hat said. Jane looked into his kindly face to see that he was smiling at her. Jane asked, "Who are you? " The kind man answered, "I am the gardener. I work here . My name is Tommy, Tommy Wang . Now, why don't you just tell me all about it, and we will see what we can do about it. " Realizing that this kindly little man could be a friend, Jane began to reveal her sorrow to him. He listened attentively as Jane spoke. She told him all about how she wanted to be a good nun and how everything seemed to be going wrong. She told him about the affair with the Mother Superior and about what happened in the shower with Clairabell. She told him that she had no way to get into the city to minister to the people. Jane went on for some time talking until all her grievances were voiced. Tommy spoke, "I will help you." Jane looked at this total stranger and asked, "why? " "I will tell you why. First, you must trust me. No one must know that I am helping you. I don't want to lose my job here. Now, let's start by you telling me your name. " Jane suddenly realized that she had been talking to this kindly man for a long time without even introducing herself. She knew that this man was sincere, and that he really wanted to help. "My name is Jane, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance mister Wang. ", Jane said. "Tommy will do, and I'll call you Sister Jane? " The gardener said. "Jane will do. "Jane said as the two laughed. And that was the beginning of their friendship. Tommy said, "we'll begin right away today. Come with me. " Tommy led Jane through the garden to what appeared to be a big garage. He opened the old fashioned accordion type doors to reveal a large clean work shop. Tommy said, "We can fix one problem right away. You say that you have no way to get into the city to minister to the people? Well, I have just the thing. " Parked in a corner of the well stocked workshop was a sparkling red Harley Davidson. Tommy stood and pointed with pride. "Your chariot. " Jane's eyes popped open widely. "It's a Harley! Where did you get it? ", Jane asked. Tommy replied still bursting with pride, "I found it in an old barn. The owner was the farmer's son . The son went off to war, but he never came back. All those years it just sat there in the barn abandoned. I bought it cheep. The old man was happy to get rid of it because it reminded him of his son who was lost in the Vietnam war. The bike was in bad shape, but I fixed it all up. Now, it is in perfect working order. " It wasn't just a Harley;it was a work of art. Moreover it was a classic Harley Davidson. One of the most sought after models by collectors. "I couldn't. I mean, I don't know how to drive something like that! ", Jane said. Tommy replied, "You don't drive it; you ride it. And I will teach you how. " Jane was beside herself. No one had ever offered to help her like this. No one had ever had this much confidence in her. Jane stood there and imagine herself on the big bike as she zoomed through the city. Tommy spoke again, "I will teach you how to defend yourself from those women who are bothering you. " Jane looked puzzled. "How are you going to do that? ", Jane asked Tommy began, "I will teach you to fight. " Jane spoke with surprise, "But I'm a nun. I don't know how to fight. I mean nuns don't go around beating people up! " Tommy replied, "They do, if they want to become a good nun. Besides it's done all the time in my great grandfather's country. " Jane looked even more puzzled, "What in the world are you talking about? " Tommy began, "Come and sit over here and I will tell you a story. " The two sat on a wooden bench which was placed along the wall of the garage. Jane could tell that this was a favorite sitting place for Tommy since he could admire the shiny motor cycle from this bench. Tommy began again, "My great grandfather was a Chow Ling priest. He came to America to work on the railroad. While he was a Chow Ling priest, he studied the martial arts. In those days in China, priests had to learn to defend themselves. As they were required to go out into the countryside to minister to the people, they were often set upon by bandits. Weapons were banned by the government, so the priests learned to fight with their hands and feet. Eventually, these guys became some bad asses. Pardon me, I mean these priests became masters of the martial arts. My great grandfather was one of the best of the bunch when it came to the martial art. While he was working the railroad, he met my great grandmother. They married and started a family. He passed his teachings down to his son who in turn passed it down to his son as well, and I learned it from my father. When I have a son, I will pass it down to him. So, you see, I know how to kick some major ass. I mean ... pardon me again. " Jane said, "You don't have to keep apologizing to me Tommy. I have heard all the words, and ass doesn't offend me. Besides, If we are going to be working together, you may hear me utter a word or two myself. " "So, then do we have an understanding? ", Tommy asked. Jane nodded her head in agreement, and she placed her hand out to shake. In this way the pact was joined. The two began that very morning. Tommy furnished Jane with a pair of cover alls in which Jane could work. In secret, the lessons in the martial arts and motor cycle riding went on undiscovered by the M S and the other nuns. The two became the very best of friends. It wasn't until six months had passed did they think that Jane was ready to confront her adversaries. Heaven on a Harley Surprisingly, Jane turned out to have an affinity for the Jumping, spinning, kicking, and chopping which is required in the martial arts. Being a small, young, and agile woman, Jane learned the moves quickly. The big bike was a different case. Here her small size was a hindrance. However, Tommy taught her how to use her leverage to kick start the big two cylinder motor. He showed her how to mount the big bike. With her right foot on the kick starter, she learned how to pull herself up off the saddle holding the handle bars. Then to put all of her weight into the down thrust of the start kick. On her first successful attempt, Jane let out a war yelp as the big bike zoomed to life. A smile flashed across her face as she knew that this was going to work for her. Soon Jane came to love riding the powerful machine. She thrilled as she leaned into the curves feeling the weight of the big bike beneath her. The day had come. Jane had a plan. First, she would deal with Clairabell, and then she would deal with the M S. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon in the nunnery. Most of the nuns were on a day trip to the city. This left the big house almost empty except for Sister Clairabell and a couple of her friends. Jane knew that Clairabell would be on the prowl this day. With no one around to see, Clairabell and her friends would be in the mood for a shower party. All through the time that Jane was learning to defend herself, the assaults continued. Jane resolved to endure the assaults until such time came that she would take her revenge upon the perpetrators. Jane prepared herself for a shower. She purposely let Clairabell get a good look at her ass. If anything, Jane looked even more desirable after all the exercising with Tommy. He had proved to be an active task master. Jane had mastered some of the most difficult moves including a flying spinning kick to the jaw. This was the kick that she wanted to nail Clairabell with. She had practiced it with Tommy until she had it down pat. She wanted to use this kick so that she could see Clairabell's eyes just before it landed. It was no more miss nice nun. This would be a fight to the death if it came to that. Predictably, Clairabell and her friends followed Jane to the shower room. Jane made herself ready in the shower room as she waited for the door to open. "Well well, what do we have here? ", Clairabell growled. Clairabell and two of her friends stood facing Jane who was waiting for their assault. Clairabell growled again, "Why don't you get out of that bath robe and give us a look honey. You know that I like that pretty pussy of yours, and I love those tits too." Clairabell's two friends laughed at this. "Me and my friends want to have a little party darling." The three women began to encircle Jane. Jane, in an attempt to throw them off their guards, let her bath robe drop to the floor in a seductive way. She stood there totally nude. Clairabell was visibly effected by Jane's beautiful body. In addition, the two friends were also effected. They all began to disrobe. Clairabell was already hung with her favorite strap on dildo. This was the one that she preferred when she was pounding Jane's pussy. It was big, thick, and course. It was a replica of a black man's cock. Clairabell enjoyed using it on Jane particularly because Jane was a pretty blue eyed white woman. Clairabell began to hurl insults at Jane as she gripped the big black cock, "Well finally, I see that you want you nigger cock. All you pretty miss goodies really love nigger cock deep down, don't you?! You love it. Let me hear you say it. Let me hear you say Please Claira honey please fuck me with that big beautiful nigger cock! " Clairabell's friends chirped in, "Make her beg for it. I want to see her on her knees begging for it. " This was what Jane was waiting for. She knew that she had them now . The last thing they would expect now is for Jane to attack all three of them at once. And attack she did. Jane suddenly turned into a blur of swinging fists and feet. The three women never knew what hit them. Jane began jumping and running around the shower room delivering blow after blow. Connecting on each strike, the women were pummeled mercilessly by Jane. The fight went on until only Clairabell was left still standing. And this was what Jane had been dreaming about for the last six months. The two women faced off like gun slingers from the old west. Clairabell's eyes revealed the depth of her hatred for the pretty little blue eyed blonde. Clairabell spat out her words, "Yuuu! It's always the pretty ones! You always get all the good stuff while women like me got to take the scraps. All you have to do is to sit there and look pretty and ... I Hate yuuu! " With that Clairabell lunged at Jane. Giving away some thirty pounds, Jane knew that she couldn't wrestle with the brutish woman. Instead, Jane ducked away while delivering a strong kick into Clairabell's belly. Clairabell's knees buckled with the blow. The big black cock popped out of Clairabell's slimy pit and dropped to the floor with a plop. Seeing that Clairabell was stunned by the kick, Jane went about her business in a workmen like fashion. Jane danced around the shower room striking like a maddened cobra. Each blow bit just like a snake. Clairabell was all but out on her feet. Jane slowed her pace to stare at the beaten woman who was staggering in front of her. Slowly, Jane walked around her in a circle. As she did, Clairabell dumbly followed like a punch drunk boxer. Clairabell's arms hung limply at her sides from exhaustion, and she was all but finished. Jane said in her most pretty blonde voice, "And you will never touch me ever again. You will never talk to me ever again. You will never bother me ever again. " With that, Jane stepped back to deliver the kick that she had been practicing with Tommy. Jane paused for a long moment to savor the victory. Then, like a tiger springing out of the bushes, Jane leaped up into the air. She twirled in a clockwise fashion. Her right leg came out as stiff as a two by four. The heal of her foot hit Clairabell smack on the jaw , and landed with the force of a punch thrown by a heavy weight boxer. The effect of the blow was not immediately visible. Clairabell seemed to hang there for a second, and then her knees became wobbly like rubber. A dumb look appeared upon her face. Her tongue popped out as her eyes crossed like a clown in a slap stick humor. Then, Jane watched as Clairabell dropped to the shower room floor. as she lay there in a heap unconscious, Clairabell involuntarily broke wind. An overwhelming feeling of satisfaction came over Jane. A broad smile appeared upon Jane's face. Leisurely, Jane stepped over the unconscious women to retrieve her bath robe. Once she was snug in her bath robe, Jane stood and made a circular movement of her hands. Tommy had taught her the secret salute of the Chow Ling priests which came after each practice of the martial art. The little bow and the circular movement of the hands always reminded Jane of Diana Ross. Jane always emitted a little chuckle each time she did it. Each time she chuckled, Tommy was quick to admonish her telling her that this was serious business. Humming a Diana Ross song, Jane strode out of the shower room with a little bop in her step and a feeling of utter contentment, "Baby love baby love mmm ... " The next thing was to take care of the M S. Jane had a plan for this also. Father Veto Castracannio was due to make one of his semiannual visits to the nunnery. Father Veto was a special assistant to the Pope himself. Father Veto was a very powerful man in the church. Father Veto could and often did what ever he damned well pleased. To boot, Father Veto was an extremely handsome man possessing movie actor looks. Standing some six feet tall, the Italian looked more like a playboy rather than a priest. His Classic roman features were enough to catch the eye of more than one woman. With his tan skin, his dark hair, and his black eyes which seem to burn like glowing coals, Father Veto was all but irresistible to the women. He spoke English with an Italian accent, and his voice made the women think of things like warm honey. Where ever Father Veto went, his reputation preceded him. It was reputed that Father Veto was hung like a stallion, and he knew how to use it. His nickname which was whispered among the nuns was, "The Italian stallion. " The plan was simple. Jane's plan involved catching Father Veto in the act. She would hide some cameras in a strategic location, and Jane would take pictures of Father Veto as he took his pleasure with the nuns. During her time at the nunnery, Jane had heard about Father Veto's escapades with the M S and the nuns. In fact, the nuns would hold a lottery to see who would assist the Mother Superior in pleasing Father Veto. That the M S would get first crack at the Italian stallion was never in doubt. "Rank has its' privileges. ", the nuns would say in a laughing way. The M S had reserved this pleasure for herself long ago, and she looked forward to each visit of the Italian stallion. Jane knew that if she could get pictures of the M S sucking Father Veto's cock or pictures of the M S on her back with her legs in the air while Father Veto pounded her for effect, she would be able to write her own ticket at the nunnery. The big black airport car pulled up in front of the nunnery, and Father Veto Castracannio climbed out. Today was the day. Jane sprang into action. She set up the video cameras, and made herself scarce. The very last thing that she wanted to happen would be if Father Veto chose her for a bed partner. Father Veto was notorious for nailing at least two or more of the nuns in addition to the M S. It was rumored that Father Veto had staying power. Moreover, it was rumored that Father Veto was a sex fiend who couldn't ever get enough pussy. Jane got her first close look at the Italian stallion as he strode through the front door. Hiding out of view, Jane let out a gasp of surprise. Wearing his traveling clothes, which consisted of a black suit and a black broad brim hat, the man was even more handsome then rumors had reported. The guy looked like a model right out of a fashion magazine. Jane thought to herself that this guy could have become a movie star. She envisioned him wearing western clothes and wearing a six gun like in a spaghetti western. Carrying his travel bag he walked directly toward the Mother Superior's office as if he knew the way, and Quickly, he disappeared into the Mother Superior's office. With Tommy's help, Jane purchased several high technique cameras. This equipment was more than your average surveillance gear. It was more like something you would see in a James Bond movie. The stuff ordinarily would cost a fortune, but with Tommy's help Jane got the equipment cheep. When asked, Tommy replied, "Well I know a guy who knew a guy who found the stuff after it had fallen off a truck . The price was right! " Jane was not going to question Tommy any further on the subject. She was grateful for Tommy's help. Tommy helped Jane to install the equipment in such a way that no one was any the wiser. The equipment had full capability. There was real time picture and sound, and it recorded what ever the cameras saw. Moreover, Tommy had installed cameras in the Mother Superior's office as well as in some of the private areas in the nunnery. In addition, Jane was able to monitor all the cameras from a store room located in the basement. And that is just where she went as soon as Father Veto entered the Mother Superior's office. From there, she would get an eye full. Soon as Jane arrived at the basement storeroom, she began to monitor the cameras hidden in the Mother Superior's office. "Wow! ", Jane gasped. What she was seeing was like something out of a porno movie. Father Veto had just entered the Mother Superior's office, and he was standing in front of the M S's desk with his cock hanging out of his pants. Jane saw immediately that he was a big boy. Jane had never had any experience with the boys in high school, but she knew that Father Veto was deserving of his reputation. Apparently, he had just dropped his travel bag onto the floor, tossed his broad brim hat onto the M S's desk, and pulled his cock out for the M S's inspection. This was not a usual greeting. Most people say something like hello or hi. These two people were communicating on a higher plane. Without saying a word, the Mother Superior stood up from behind her desk and began to undress in an imperative way. Once the M S was totally nude, she strode over to Father Veto who was smiling the biggest smile. Once releaved of her nun's garb, The M S was a hot looking babe. She stood about five foot seven inches tall, and she weighed about one hundred thirty pounds. She had a well curved body, and she had a nice pair of tits. Dressed in her nun's habit, all you could see was her green eyes. Standing in front of Father Veto in the nude, her long red hair fell down to her shoulders. Her pussy was clean shaven, but Father Veto didn't seem to mind . The two stood there with their eyes locked upon each other. They seemed to be waiting for something. Then, Jane realized what it was. Father Veto still in his street clothes, his cock hanging out of his pants, they were waiting for his cock to become erect. It seemed to be some kind of game that they were playing. She would stand exhibiting herself for him until he pulled a hard on. The big boy came alive, and reached its' full length. Toting a dozen inches, Father Veto was a commanding presence. Like in a trance, the M S dropped to her knees and began to suck him off. "Bingo! I got you you bitch! ", Jane whispered to herself. Jane continued to watch the show. She knew that she was well on her way to her freedom with the pictures which she was recording. There was nothing to do now except to enjoy the show. So, Jane sat back in her chair and watched. By this time, the M S was down on her knees and going at Father Veto's cock like a slut in heat. She was holding his length with both of her hands, and she was sucking his knob like a kid licking a candy pop. Father Veto had assumed the position. He spread his feet to plant them upon the floor firmly and leaned into the action by bending his knees. He tilted his head back . His arms hung limply at his sides. Then, Father Veto spoke in a deep heated voice, "My God you are good. " The M S pulled the cock out of her mouth and replied, "I have been saving it for you; you beautiful man! " Apparently, this was just what Father Veto wanted to hear because he started to come. The M S held his cock in both of her hands directing his hot juice onto her face. The hot juice shot out in quick spurts as it flew through the air to find its' target. "Jesus Christ I love your cock! ", the M S moaned in a heavy heated voice. As Jane watched, she became aware of a stirring between her legs. The uncomfortable habit which the nuns wore was extremely restrictive in that it was difficult even to answer the call of mother nature . Sitting there dressed like a penguin, Jane thought to herself that this will never do. Jane realized that she was getting as hot as the two people on the monitor. "Fuck it! ", Jane muttered to herself as she began to undress. In a moment, Jane was leaning back in the chair totally nude, her habit lay on the floor, and she was finger fucking herself as she watched. "Oh God, look at that gorgeous cock. Oh yes! ", Jane whispered to herself as the feeling in her pussy became more intense. What came next would prove to be a significant event in her young life. As she watched the two lovers, an overwhelming thrill ripped its' way throughout her body. Jane had never come with such power. In fact, she had never come before. None of the young boys in high school were never able to bring her to this point of passion. All of the assaults in the shower with Clairabell and her friends never provided a sexual arousal. Even as they tried as hard as they may, Jane was unable to reach orgasm at the hands of the wayward women. For the first time in her young life, Jane experienced a full and encompassing orgasm. "Uuuu! Mother fucker! Oooo! Yes! ", Jane moaned to herself. The show on the monitor was just getting started. Father Veto began to undress. In a short time, he was totally nude in front of the M S. He just tossed his clothes upon the floor in a frantic rush. The M S was still upon her knees as she waited for him. With a wave of his arm, Father Veto swept the M S's desk clear of its' impediments. That done, he turned toward the M S and stared intensely. His huge cock stood erect before him, and it bounced of its' own weight as he moved. The M S seemed to be hypnotized by it. Like a woman in a trance, the M S arose to her feet and strode over to the narrow end of her desk. She lay back upon her desk as if it was a bed . She lay there waiting for Father Veto. Her feet dangled off the end of the desk as she clasped her hands behind her head. Father Veto moved to stand before her. Again, the silence and the staring resumed. Again, they were communicating just with their eyes. Jane stared attentively at the monitor. She waited with anticipation. By this time, she was given over to her passion. Her pussy was alive with sensations. She had never felt the like of it before. Her whole body was throbbing. A small stream of liquid seeped out of her pussy as she watched the two lovers. "What are you waiting for? ", Jane whispered to herself. As if Jane had commanded, The two lovers began to move again. The M S slowly raised her legs up as she pointed her toes toward the cealing. Laying there with her hands clasped behind her head and with her legs spread high and wide, she was irresistible to Father Veto. Holding his huge cock in his right hand, Father Veto mounted the Mother Superior. He drove himself into the M S in one quick thrust. The M S screamed loudly with the stabbing motion. Father Veto let out a loud grunting moan as he began to ride her. In short order, the M S rapped her arms and legs around as she began to pump herself onto his hard cock. The two lovers were pounding each other with all the strength that they could gather up. The desk upon which they were fucking began to move and slide across the floor from Father Veto's strong thrusts. The two lovers were lost to the world in their passionate coupling. They were both moaning and grunting loudly now, and it seemed like they couldn't get enough of each other. Jane sat and watched as the two lovers pounded away at each other. Jane was getting a first class education on how to be fucked by a world class Italian Stallion. Father Veto measured up to his reputation. Not only did he measure up, he exceeded all of the reports of his passed exploits. Jane said to herself as she fingered her pussy, "I never knew that there were such wonderful cock! " At that, Jane came again, but this time she came without even touching her pussy. She came out of pure passion. Another thing which she had never experienced before. The afternoon went on like that. Father Veto and the Mother Superior continued to fuck the day away, and Jane watched every event. As they came, Jane kept going down on her pussy. At one time, she even tried the handle of a mop using it like a dildo. The rough wood of the mop handle wasn't the solution, and she returned to finger fucking herself. Father Veto's visit lasted for about a week. In that time, Father Veto fucked the M S until she was all used up. Then he went onto some of the nuns who were passionately waiting their turn. Father Veto spread joy throughout the nunnery in that way. On his last day at the nunnery, the Sisters of Mercy threw a party in his honor. A good time was had by all. Jane saved one special video of the party for herself. The video showed Father Veto being fucked and sucked by a half dozen nuns all at the same event. Heaven on a Harley The day had come to deal with the M S. Father Veto had been gone for almost a week now, and Jane figured that this was the time to confront the M S. Carrying a arm load of hot videos, Jane entered the M S's office. With all of this evidence, the M S had no choice. The Mother Superior was obliged to grant any demand which Jane delivered. From this moment on, Jane was a free woman. To celebrate her new found freedom, Jane climbed onto the big Harley and zoomed off into the city. Chapter Three She headed strait to the Tenderloin district of the city. Jane was feeling like a new woman. All of her new freedom was intoxicating. From now on, the M S and Clairabell would not be a problem. Moreover, Jane had gained a new confidence. The self defense techniques which Tommy had taught her made her feel as if she could handle any situation. What Jane didn't know was that after the episodes with the M S and Clairabell at the nunnery she had changed . She was no longer the innocent little girl she once was. In addition, after getting a gander of Father Veto, Jane viewed men in a new way. None of the little boys at the high school which she knew looked anything like Father Veto. Their clumsy attempts to arouse her always fell short leaving her unsatisfied. After watching Father Veto perform in every conceivable position, Jane knew that he was good. He was more than good; he was excellent, and Jane couldn't help but notice what a good fucking looked like. Why she went directly to the Tenderloin district wasn't apparent to her. There were forces working within her now which were not there before. Jane would come to recognize these forces shortly. The sight of a nun on a Harley was something out of the ordinary even in a sophisticated city such as San Francisco. Jane zoomed by on the big, red, shiny bike with her black veils flapping in the wind. With amazement, the people turned to look at the spectacle. This was only her first trip into the city, but it would take just a short time before the people started to call her "Heaven on a Harley. " Jane arrived at a park situated in the middle of the Tenderloin district. It was just one of those little postage stamp size affairs. It wasn't anything special,; just some benches, a fountain, and a patch of grass. She dismounted the Harley to realize that she didn't know just what she was going to do. She stood and surveyed the surroundings. San Francisco is a busy city. Always there are people going places and doing things. Also San Francisco is famous for its' street people. In this part of town, there is an abundance of such people. Moreover, this neighborhood is known for its' sexual activity. Jane began to look around. She noticed that there were the street walkers here and there applying their trade. There was an abundance of men who were looking for a quick fuck. Also, she notice people who just seemed to be hanging out or waiting for something. She noticed a small group of winos as they passed the contents of a bottle around as if they had just scored a particularly good vintage. As she stood there, two gay men strolled by. Each man was hugging the other man. They stopped directly in front of Jane, and they overtly kissed. After the deep tongue kiss, the two men laughed vigorously. Then, they went on their way. Jane began to wonder. She said to herself, what am I doing here? Jane was getting strong doubts as to just what was her mission. She recalled that when she started this mission, that she thought that she would wind up in a place like India ministering to the sick, poor, and disadvantaged. Here she was standing in the middle of San Francisco watching groups of people who seemed to be having a pretty good time of it. A street walker approached Jane and asked, "Are you lost honey? " Jane replied, "No I don't think so. " The woman spoke again, "We don't get many of your kind around here sweetie. Are you sure you're not lost? " Jane responded, "I have come here to help the people. " To that the whore replied with a laugh, "Lordy lordy aren't you just something. " Jane took notice of the woman as she continued on her way. The afternoon was spent in that way. Occasionally, a person would approach Jane and ask a question or two. Nothing of any consequence occurred, so Jane decided to return to the nunnery. As she approached the Harley, Jane noticed a group of young men watching her. They didn't seem to be up to doing her any harm. They just seemed to be very curious. As she mounted the big bike, Jane noticed the young men as they began to poke each other in the ribs as they whispered. Broad smiles appeared upon their faces as Jane Swung her leg over the saddle. Realizing that she had an audience, Jane decided to put on a little show for the young studs. Jane adjusted her nun's robes and made herself comfortable upon the bike. Even dressed like a penguin, Jane's pretty face and sparkling blue eyes were very visible to the young studs, and they exhibited their interest in that way. One of the young studs grabbed his crotch and whispered something to his buddies. Jane composed herself as she remembered Tommy's instructions. Jane set the crank starter peddle with her foot. Placed her hands firmly upon the handle bars. She hauled herself upward and then leaned downward on her right leg with all of her weight turning over the big two cylinder engine. The big two cylinder engine meagerly flexed its' mechanical arms. "Shit! ", Jane muttered. "You got to turn the ignition switch on dummy! ", Jane said to herself aloud. Jane turned the switch and tried again. Repeating the sequence , the big engine rumbled and coughed and remained dormant. The young studs were watching now with anticipation. Jane composed herself and tried again. This time she hauled herself upward with a yank, and then she jumped on the starter pedal with confidence. This time the big engine roared to life. Jane tossed a dazzling smile at the group of young studs as she moved the big bike onto its' wheels. All the young studs were now jumping around with excitement while slapping each other high fives. Jane kicked the bike into first and gave the engine some gas. As she road by the group of young men, Jane heard what they were saying. The entire group of young studs yelled out loudly in unison as Jane zoomed by, "Heaven on a Harley! " And that was it. From that day on, every body in the Tenderloin district referred to Jane as "Heaven on a Harley." That night Jane sat to reflect. The day's experiences were still vivid in her mind. She decided to continue her mission, but now she wondered if this was what she truly wanted. In all her days in high school, the boys never caused her to stir, but she had to admit to herself now that being watched by a group of young studs caused her to have a very pleasant sensation somewhere down there between her legs. All the way back to the nunnery, Jane was aware of the vibrations of the big bike as she pressed her pussy forward onto the saddle causing her to become aroused. As she lay in her bed, Jane contemplated the new feelings which she was now experiencing. Her hand found its' way to her pussy, and before she knew it, she was jerking off. Jane had finger fucked herself in the past, but it felt like just a waste of time. Now, something had changed. The touching and the probing felt like heaven. After the trip to the Tenderloin district, Jane found herself jerking off each night. Since that first day in the Tenderloin, Jane's cravings had become stronger and stronger. Each night she dreamed about cock. She even dreamed about Father Veto. Still each morning, Jane arose and went off on her mission to save the people. She had been recognized by the people of the Tenderloin District as a friend. She had become viewed by the people as a person who could be trusted. In Fact, Jane helped the people in need , and the people had become to rely upon Jane's help. It had been some time since that first day in San Francisco when Jane first appeared in the Tenderloin. Jane was having some success in her role as a people's advocate. However, the more she became involved with the people of the Tenderloin district, the more her body betrayed her. She found herself looking at the handsome young men of the neighborhood more than she should. As a nun, a bride of Christ shouldn't have those thoughts or feelings, Jane thought. Still, it was undeniable. She had to admit to herself that she was just horny. Jane Took a long look in her morning mirror. She knew that this day was going to be different. She had spent most of the previous night in her bed bashing the bishop. Her pussy was just zinging with lust. The face which looked back at her from the mirror wasn't of one of a sexually repressed nun. It was the face of a fully sexual woman. No words were spoken, but there was volumes of words hidden in that look. It was one of those decisions which appears without announcing its' self. A person doesn't realize it, but a corner has been turned and the way is revealed. It was a chilly and windy day as the sun shone from behind the clouds in the Tenderloin as Jane arrived on this morning. By this time, Jane had made friends among the regulars who inhabited the little park. The cast of characters which inhabited the park reminded one of a Hollywood movie. Jane had become familiar with most of them. There was box car billy who claimed to have ridden the rails in his hobo youth and claimed to have known Woody Guthrie. There was no nose Tony who claimed to be on the run from the mob. When asked, Tony always explained that the tip of his nose was shot off in a gun fight with a New York tough. There was Lavender who was a drag queen who claimed that she had done everything and been everywhere and was ready to do it all over again. There was Dixie who was a street wise black gal who seemed to swing both ways. There was Bosco who looked a little like Mister Tee, but she was really a woman. The list of characters seemed to be endless as far as Jane could tell. Of course, there was the everyday people who came to the tenderloin just to see what was going on each day. Jane parked the Harley in its' usual space, and she began her morning walk through the park saying hello to people which she recognized. Jane approached a well worn path which the locals called homo lane. It was a path which led off into the trees and bushes next to the park. It was a favorite meeting place for homosexual men who used the area for quick encounters. Jane decided to take a walk on the path. The path curved this and that way as it dipped into a little valley. It actually was a very pretty place with all the bushes, trees ,and songbirds . While she walked, Jane noticed the used condoms which were abandoned along the side of the path. Even though it was early in the morning, Jane could tell that there were men hiding in the bushes as they sucked each other's cocks. Knowing what was going on around her in the bushes made Jane think more about getting some cock for herself. Then she spotted Willy the whiner. Willy was one of the characters who inhabited the park on a regular bases. He was a down and outer who was addicted to the big H. Willy got his nickname because of his constant complaining. Every thing was fixed and every thing was all fucked up according to Willy. He was a short thin man who would do anything within reason for another fix. His hair was long and shaggy, and he wore the clothes of a street beggar. One of Willy's main source of income involved sucking cock for a fee. As he strode out of a hideout, the two came to stand together. As Jane and Willy stood to face each other, a well dressed business man emerged from out of the hideout. He was wearing a very expensive three button suit,shirt, and tie and he was carrying a business man's brief case. He quickly walked passed Jane and Willy as he tipped his hat without saying a word. Willy spoke first, "He's one of my regulars. He likes a quick blow job just before work. He's a good tipper. " Jane smiled, "Willy, you know that you're not to be doing things like that. " Willy replied, "Heaven, I mean Sister Jane I got it bad. I gotta get money somehow. I got my ass in the ringer this time. I owe this guy some big time cash, and this guy, he don't take no for an answer. Can you help me? " Jane asked, "How can I help you? " "Money Sister, that's how! ", Willy employed. Jane said, "You know that I can't give you any money. " Willy begged, "Sister, I'm desperate! I gotta! Look, you guys, I mean you church ladies, ... don't you want to get rid of sin and corruption? Isn't it worth something to know where you can find some big time sin right in your own back yard? " With this information, Jane's curiosity was aroused. She knew that Willy was leading the conversation somewhere, and Jane wanted to know just what Willy had to say. Willy realizing that Jane was interested put out the bait, "This is big! It involves some big shots and some high level government officials. " Jane said, "O k, how much? " Willy put up all of his fingers and closed and opened them as to flash the sign; $ 50. Jane nodded in agreement. Willy smiled broadly as Jane slipped five new crisp ten dollar bills into Willy's hand. Willy said, "Here goes. Hold on to your hat Sister. You know that big mansion right next door from your umm --- place where you God ladies live? " Jane replied, "Yes, what about it? " Willy resumed, "The guy who owns that big house is a rich big shot who likes to have a taste of the spicy life. I mean, --- That guy is well known down here. He's one of the biggest pussy hounds going. And, get this. He likes to put on sex shows at his big fancy house. Every body who is any body is invited. I hear that what goes on there is really something. Everyone dresses up like going to a masquerade ball. You know real fancy, and they all ware masks. Better than those things that you hear about in Paris. Do you know what I'm talking about? " Jane nodded, "Yes, I know just what you mean. O k Willy, I got you. So, what's his name? " Willy said, "Now remember, you didn't get this from me! Dumont, John P Dumont the third can you believe it? And you're in luck. Word has it that there is a happening this very night. What do you think about that!? " With that the two parted, and Willy went on his way. Jane stood there for a while contemplating as she absorbed the information. As she turned to watch Willy exit the little valley Jane said to herself aloud, "No Willy, I think that I wouldn't tell anybody. No, I think that I'll just keep that little bit of information to myself. " At that precise moment, a stiff breeze swooped down through the little valley causing Jane's black robes to flare up as they flapped in the wind. As quick as it had come, it was gone, and Jane began to walk out of the little valley. As she walked, Jane got an idea. She said to herself, Why don't I go and take a look for myself? Umm why don't I, she repeated? As she strode out of the park, she wondered. She thought to herself, where can I get a ball gown. She chuckled aloud, and thought, it would be like Cinderella going to the ... shit how am I going to get in. The phone book answered the first question. A costume shop had just anything a person would want. This being San Francisco, a costume shop would have just the right thing for a masquerade ball. Jane was right. In the phone book, there was at least a dozen shops who specialized in ornate clothing. Jane selected the most promising one, and she went off to find herself a costume. Of coarse, when a nun rides up to a costume shop on a big red Harley and she asks for a ball gown, it does cause some curiosity. However, this is San Francisco, and almost anything goes here. A few well placed answers to satisfy the sales girl, and Jane was in. "Hot damned! ", Jane exclaimed to herself. The shop had some of the hottest clothes that Jane had seen in a long time. They had it all. Everything from full length evening dresses to hot black underwear. Jane selected a hot number which looked just outstanding . Jane selected a very low cut, form fitting, and revealing royal blue dress. The blue of the dress matched the blue of her eyes. Her long strawberry blonde hair hung down around her shoulders, and it accented the full length dress. "My dear! You are gorgeous! Let me help. ", the French sounding sales girl exclaimed. "My dear, you need a bit of the stocking. You see the slit on the leg ... let me. ", The sales girl rushed off and returned with a hand full of black underwear including a pair of black fish net stockings. "Try these, Cherrie knows! ", the excited sales clerk said. Jane disappeared into the dressing room as the sales clerk waited. A few moments and Jane reappeared. The look upon the sales clerk's face told the story. "Do not move my lovely. ", the sales clerk said as she rushed off and returned with a matching, broad, brimmed hat and a hand full of costume jewelry. Cherrie the sales clerk stood in front of Jane with an amazed look upon her face as she handed the hat and jewelry to Jane. The jewelry consisted of a pair of drop ear rings and an ornate necklace which appeared to be made of sparkling blue stones. Jane placed the jewelry on, and next she placed the hat on her head and set it as to dip forward and a bit to the right. Cherrie took Jane by the hand and led her to the full length mirror. Standing in front of the mirror was a vision from the golden age of Hollywood. The woman which looked back from the mirror could have easily been a world class movie star. "I'll take it! ", Jane said. John P Dumont was a well to do man about the town. He moved in the high class circles of San Francisco society. Rumor had it that he came from old money. That he had come from a well to do family back east and who could trace their parentage back as far as the Revolutionary War. On the other hand, some rumors told a different story. That mister Dumont was not all he seemed to be, made him a mysterious fellow. At least one scandal sheet claimed that mister Dumont was actually Vincent Puchie, and he was the great grandson of Geno Puchie. Geno Puchie Was reputed to be a king pin in the Chicago mob during the bootlegging days. Still another rumor reported that mister Dumont was a very successful businessman who made his money in the stock market. That he bought his respectability with money gained from shady business deals. More over, that his name didn't appear on any social register anywhere, and that there was no well to do family . In any case, mister Dumont was a young, vigorous, and handsome man who was one of the most eligible bachelors in San Francisco. He was viewed as a big spender contributing vast sums of money to various charities. He had also become an important and powerful man in the city. Mister D as his friends liked to call him was a world class pussy hound. He enjoyed the good life, and he had the means to finance his desires. As Willy the whiner said, mister D was well known in the tenderloin. His big fancy car would be seen parked outside one of the local hot spots, and it always drew a crowd. Often he would be accompanied by at least two great looking gals. He was always welcomed by the night club owners in that he was a big tipper. What the public didn't know was that mister D had a taste for the sleazy side of sex. His list of transgressions was long, and he always indulged himself fully. Buying the mansion next door to the nunnery was another of mister D's indulgences. It had come to him that it would be fun to spy upon a group of nuns as they showered. He had set up a telescope in a top floor room which directly faced the nunnery's southerly side. From there, he could get a clear view of the shower room used by the nuns. At first, it was just a lark, but it later became something more. He found himself using the telescope more and more as time went by. He had taken up the practice of stroking his cock as he spied upon the nuns. His desires went into over drive on that day when a pretty little strawberry blonde appeared in the shower room. Soon he began to set his clock in the hope of catching the little doll as she showered each morning. He was hopelessly drawn to the sight of the little blonde as she was being passed around by the other nuns. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like that she was being forced to perform for the other nuns Especially the large manlike looking nun who seem to be running the show. He was torn between trying to save the little doll and just watching as to what was going to happen next. It was just a stroke of luck. He had been watching that day when all of a sudden the pretty little doll exploded into a Bruce Lee fighting machine. His excitement soared as he watched the little doll beat the living shit out of the three woman who had been pushing her around for some time now. He began cheering like he was at a pries fight.