3 comments/ 75115 views/ 13 favorites Behind Convent Walls Ch. 01 By: Scot1234 Sister Maria didn't know what to do. She had been dusting in Father Thomas' study when she bumped into his desk and knocked something to the floor. Bending down to retrieve it, she saw that it was some sort of journal which had fallen open at the most recent entry. Seeing her name written in it, she smiled to herself, pleased that perhaps Father Thomas had noticed how diligently she cleaned his rooms. Not that she would allow herself to feel any pride in her own actions as that would be a sin, but it felt good that her extra efforts had been noticed. Looking around, needlessly, to ensure she was alone, she thought she might read the part of the page that mentioned her. What she read, however, shocked her to her very core. "Saw Sister Maria in church again this morning. She looks so innocent in her white habit but I'm sure underneath that thick cloth there is a body made for sin. I watched her soft lips moving in prayer and could not stop imagining them wrapped around my hard cock." The poor nun almost threw the journal back down on the desk as if even to touch it would be a mortal sin. She ran from the priest's room and somehow managed to stagger back to her own cell. She had first come to the convent-school as a young girl of twelve and, when her schooling had finished, it was the most natural thing for her to don the white habit and veil of a novice. Now, only eighteen months later, she was preparing to take her final vows and, even though she was now almost twenty, she retained the innocence and naivety of the virginal schoolgirl. She knew what a cock was but she had never thought of Father Thomas in that way; she had never thought of any man that way. She had no experience of men or boys, having grown up in an all-girls school, surrounded by nice Catholic girls like herself and, of course, the holy Sisters. To think of Father Thomas as a man rather than as a priest was almost beyond her. To imagine him putting his penis into her mouth was just incomprehensible. Why would he want to do that? She didn't know if she was more shocked by that thought or by the idea that any man would want to do that. Deciding the only way to deal with this problem was by praying, she decided to spend the rest of the day in church. She had finished her duties for the day and now she would seek the guidance of her Lord. Surely he would answer her prayers. By the time she climbed wearily into bed that night, however, she was no further forward. She had no idea of how to deal with this problem and she could not get the image of kneeling before Father Thomas as he forced himself into her mouth. Even worse, as she undressed for bed, her underwear felt sticky and even a little moist as she peeled her knickers off. Surely she hadn't wet herself? She hadn't done that since she was a baby but the evidence lay on the floor before her. Deciding that dealing with that was one problem too many, she buried herself under the covers and tried to go to sleep. Her sleep was restless, however, filled with unsettling dreams. As the bell rang at five o'clock, she jumped out of bed and fell to her knees, starting the day with the same prayer that she had said for the last eight years. Even as she slowly made her way to church she pondered on what it all meant and it was only when the bell rang to signal the start of Mass that she realised that she was about to come face to face with Father Thomas once again. He entered the church and all the Sisters rose to their feet as one, lifting their hymn books and raising their voices to praise God. For once, however, Sister Maria's mind could not concentrate on the words and she felt her eyes straying towards the man she had only ever thought of as one of God's messengers. He was new to working in the convent, having only arrived about a month ago. Old Father Benedict had finally retired after nearly sixty years of seeing to the needs of the Sisters. "We finally wore him out," Mother Superior had laughed. Father Thomas was very different. Maria guessed that he was probably about mid forties and obviously very fit. Tall and dark, she had never thought of him in terms of being handsome but, looking at him now from beneath her veil, she could see that women would undoubtedly find him so. She struggled to maintain her composure throughout Mass but when it came to Holy Communion time she knew that she would have to steel herself to approach him. As she knelt before him at the foot of the altar, an image of her kneeling at her feet as he fed her his cock flashed through her mind. She physically had to shake her head to banish the wicked thought and only just managed to succeed moments before he stood in front of her. "The body of Christ," he said, as he had said thousands of times before. She forced herself to raise her head, open her mouth and slowly stick out her tongue to receive the blessed Host. As she did so his finger brushed against her wet tongue and she almost fainted in shock at the surge of electricity that seemed to run straight through her body. She somehow managed to make it back to her place in the pew and knelt down, her body trembling as she tried to reconcile her vocation with these new feelings that were taking over her. As the day went on and she busied herself with her chores and her prayers, she managed to put all these thoughts out of her head. Soon, however, she knew she would have to go back to his study to clean once more. As she approached the heavy wooden door, she hesitated before summoning up the courage to knock timidly. There was no answer, as she had anticipated, but opening the door still filled her with the utmost dread. She had come to the conclusion that she must have made a mistake and the only way for her to correct it was to open the journal again and read what it said. It sat on the top of the large wooden desk, right in the middle of the leather top, as if he had only just finished writing in it. Once again she saw her name but this time the sight of it only filled her with terror. "Sister Maria licked my finger today. I'm sure she would say it was an accident but I could tell the little minx was teasing me. What I wouldn't give to feel that wet tongue slurping up and down my cock or maybe it should be me licking her." Poor Sister Maria was even more confused. Now this man, this priest, wanted her to lick him and, horrors, to let him lick her. Where did he want to lick her? Why was he thinking these things, writing these things? She had to find out; she had to resolve this once and for all; she had to read on. "I can see her, kneeling before me, her dark brown eyes betraying her Italian ancestry, betraying her innocence, betraying her hunger. Her hand reaches up tentatively and touches the bulge in front of her, obvious even through the confines of my trousers and my cassock. Her inexpert hand presses against me before trying to wrap her fingers around." Sister Maria's hands were shaking as she read on. She couldn't tear her eyes from the page; nor could she explain the tingling between her legs. She could feel that her underwear was becoming moist again but she refused to believe that she was wetting herself. Something else was happening; something strange, something exciting and something sinful. "I can feel my cock hardening even more so I brush her hand away and open a few buttons on the front of my black cassock. I hold it open for her so that she can reach in. She does so without being told and quickly pulls my zip down before slipping her small hand into my trousers. Rubbing her hand against me, she looks up nervously, her eyes wide, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. She timidly, blindly, moves her hand to the waistband of boxers before pulling it out and over my dick. For the first time ever I know she is facing an erect cock and I can't wait to feel her mouth close around it. But then she surprises me. "Taking me in her small hand, wrapping her fingers around my throbbing cock, she begins to lick me. Her tongue moves over every inch of it and though I am desperate to feel her soft lips, I can't deny how wonderful that feels and let out a soft moan of pleasure. She looks up, startled, wondering if she has done something wrong, but I smile back at her encouragingly and tell her to continue. "Looking me straight in the eye, her tongue resumes its ministrations, sliding up and down my shaft before using just the tip to lick the pre-cum that is leaking copiously now. My cock is twitching but still she is totally unaware of how much she is tormenting me and pleasing me at the same time. "Sensing instinctively that it is time to move on, she places her mouth over the head, sucking on it, but moving no further. I knew she would prove to be an excellent cocksucker but I had never guessed she would be such a tease. "As if realising that I couldn't take much more of this, her mouth opens up and she slides her wet lips down my shaft, ever so slowly, ever so tentatively. Taking more of me into her mouth, I watch as her lips slide up and down the length of my cock. I would never have believed such an innocent, virginal girl would have been able to take so much of me but neither am I about to complain that she can. Then she surprises me once more. "She pulls her hungry mouth off my cock, bends slightly and begins to suck my balls. Sweet Jesus, does it get any better than this? She uses her hand to stroke my cock as she sucks one, then the other. It is just too good; even in my wildest dreams I wouldn't have imagined her doing this. When her mouth reluctantly moves back to my cock, she doesn't even wait for my hand to push her head down but now I've decided it's time for me to surprise her. "I know I'm not going to last much longer so, placing both my hands on either side of her veil-covered head, I begin to push even deeper, deeper into her throat. Her frightened eyes lock on to mine as she gags and tries to fight against me. She tries and tries to pull her mouth off me but my grip on her is too tight and, eventually, she manages to relax. "I begin to fuck her mouth, my moans filling the room, my whole body tingling from the pleasure this young virgin is giving me. Her struggles have subsided but she doesn't know what is about to happen next and I can see the trepidation in her beautiful eyes as I speed up my thrusts before finally losing control. "I cry out in sheer pleasure as my cum shoots down her throat. My hands leave the top of her head and I step back, freeing my cock as she instinctively swallows her first taste of a man. She must think I am finished because she raises her face to smile at me but I have much, much more to give her. "My next spurt hits her across her right cheek and her face is a mixture of surprise and delight. I continue to pump my cock and continue to shoot my cum across her face, hitting her eyes, nose and mouth. I don't even worry about how she will explain the stains on her veil and habit as I am too lost in my own pleasure. "As I finally begin to soften, I look down on my little slut. She is looking up at me, her eyes blinking from the cum covering them, her face an absolutely gorgeous mess. Now it is my turn to repay the favour. Sister Maria was lost. She didn't understand half the things she had just read. She didn't understand how Father Thomas could believe she would ever act like that. And she didn't understand why she kept soaking her underwear. She returned her eyes to the page, unable to stop herself. "I raise her to her feet, my dripping cock still hanging free, and move her over to the front of my desk. She looks enquiringly at me as I lift her up and sit her on the hard wooden surface. Now her look turns to fear as I push her back until she is lying across the desk, her legs dangling over the side. I lean over her and tell her not to be afraid. "Running my hands from her ankles, I slowly push her heavy, white habit up, up over her knees, up over her thighs, until I stop. I can hear her rapid breathing as she lies there, totally unaware of what is about to happen to her. I can see her body trembling as I go all the way, revealing the top of her black tights and the white knickers underneath. She shudders as she realises a man is looking at her underwear for the first time but is shocked to her core when I slip my hands into her waistband and begin to pull them all down. "Instantly, as soon as I pull them away from her young body, I can smell her arousal. She makes a half hearted attempt to stop me but I simply brush her hands away and am rewarded by the sight of her soaking knickers as they turn inside out on their way down her legs. I smile to myself, knowing she has been waiting for this for a long time but still not knowing exactly what it is she is waiting for. "I leave her underwear rolled up around her ankles and kneel down before her. She can no longer see me as she stares at the ceiling but she is only too aware that I am the first man to see her hairy pussy. I have known from the moment I first saw her in church that she would be hairy. Her dark Italian looks and her unchallenged innocence made it almost impossible to believe she would shave so intimate a spot and I have longed for this moment ever since. "I take my time, just savouring the delights of this young woman, marvelling at how beautiful she looks, before I place my hands on her trembling thighs and begin to kiss them, one after the other, slowly making my way up to my prize. "She is whimpering now as she feels my lips making their way ever closer to her most private place and trembles anew when I bring my tongue into action and lick her spilled juices between each kiss. "Her body is rocking from side to side now and I take my opportunity to slip my hands under her round arse. I have yet to see it properly in the flesh but over the last few days I have been mesmerised by it, enjoying the wide expanse of it, obvious even under her habit. I gently squeeze her cheeks, looking forward to the day when I will examine them even more intimately. "I am sure she can feel my hot breath on her pussy now as I inch ever closer with my lips and my tongue. As I kneel between her open legs I know that this was just the beginning and there was no need to rush. I breathe in her arousal before finally I kiss those soft lips that have never even been touched before. "Slowly, ever so slowly, I start at the bottom of her slit and lap up her juices, even more pouring from her as I do so. I aim to tease this sweet pussy, just as she teased my cock, and stay away from her clit, noticing that it has already freed itself from its hood, obviously desperate to join in the fun. "She is the one now moaning in pleasure, begging me to stop, begging me never to stop. I smile, knowing there is so much more to come. Eventually, I allow just the tip of my tongue to softly flick her hard little button and she nearly jumps off the desk in shock and pleasure. As she lies back down again my mouth prepares to assault her clit in ways she had never imagined. "I show mercy to her, abandoning her clit for a moment, and return to lapping at her lips as she returns to writhing on my desk, her hips now rising to meet me, her pussy desperate for my tongue. But I have more than my tongue to help her to sin. "I slowly insert one finger, slowly, gently, sure that I will meet resistance within her virgin cunt very quickly. And I do. If ever I had had any doubts about her maiden status, it has just been confirmed by the presence of her intact hymen and I look forward once more to the day my cock tears it apart. "She is going wild beneath me now, her head thrashing from side to side, her moans getting louder and louder, making me wonder if any of the other nuns can hear her. Her cries are unintelligible but they are unmistakably cries of pure lust and I know it is time to finally give her the release she so desperately wants. "She seems to be finding it hard to breathe as I continue my attack on her most sensitive spots as her lust escalates to unknown heights. Now is the time and I take her throbbing clit into my mouth, sucking it between my lips, before lashing at it with my tongue. "She screams out loud as her cunt explodes and covers my face with her juices. I continue to torment her as she screams her way through her very first orgasm, riding from one high to the next, her back arching up off the desk as if she can take no more. Finally, however, her body calms down and her hips fall back down. "As she lies there, unable to move, I allow her a few moments to recover but I am not idle during this time. I slip her shoes off before removing her tights and knickers. Separating the two items, I lift her sodden panties to my face before inhaling deeply, knowing that I will never forget what we have just done. "Tucking them into my pocket for future use, I leave her lying there, knowing it is time for me to get ready to say Mass. She will have to find her own way back to the chapel and I wonder if she will remember to clean my cum off her face and clothes. My final wicked thought as I close the door behind me is whether she will replace her underwear before joining the other Sisters in prayer." Sister Maria sat stunned. Did he really want to do that to her? She thought he was a man of God and didn't have these kinds of thoughts. How could she ever speak to him again knowing what he wanted to do to her? And why did he take her underwear? What was he going to use them for? Then a sudden, awful, thought struck her; tomorrow was the day for their weekly confessions. What on earth was she going to say to him? Behind Convent Walls Ch. 02 For the most part, Father Thomas was bored. As a young student in the seminary he had always imagined that listening to people confess their deepest, darkest secrets would be fascinating. Sometimes, when he used to work in an inner city parish, he did have someone come in to his confessional and tell him in the utmost confidence about affairs they were having or nasty misdeeds they had committed. On the whole, though, it was very mundane. Now, in the convent, listening to each of the holy Sisters confess to their petty breakages of their Order's strict rule book or their imagined sins, it was repetitive and dull. He had taken to allowing his mind to wander to the one thought that brightened his day – Sister Maria. More and more his fantasies of the young novice filled his day but, so far, he had managed to resist doing what he was sorely tempted to do – take out his stiff cock in the darkness of the confessional box and play with it while he half listened to the nuns prattle on about using someone else's share of salt at dinner, etc. etc. So far he had resisted. So far. The door on the other side of the grille opened and yet another holy woman took her place on the kneeler to unburden her soul. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." Sister Maria! Instantly he sat up and so did his cock. He knew her sins would not excite him any more than any of the others had but to have her kneeling at his side, only inches away from him, was enough to put a smile on his face and a thrill in his balls. He struggled to compose himself. "It has been one week since my last confession. I have been guilty of the sin of pride and lust." Now he was totally focussed. "Lust, my child? Here? In the convent?" "Yes, Father. I'm sorry but I also have to confess to reading your journal." Father Thomas almost fell off his seat. "You read my journal? Why would you do such a wicked thing?" "I'm really sorry, Father; please forgive me. I accidentally knocked it off your desk when I was cleaning your room and, when it fell open, I saw my name written on the page. I honestly thought you had probably said something about how well I had been doing your cleaning and that's when I committed the sin of pride. When I read what you had written, however, it was very different feelings that filled my mind." "What did you read, you wicked girl?" said Father Thomas, trying to pretend he was angry but, most of all, he was more than a little nervous. "Well, the first time......." "You mean to say you have committed this grievous sin more than once?" "I'm sorry, Father, really sorry," whimpered Sister Maria on the verge of tears. "I couldn't help myself." The priest relaxed a little and sat back in his chair. This might turn out to his advantage after all. As he prepared to listen to this unexpected turn of events, he noticed his cock was rock hard. Meaning only to make himself comfortable, he suddenly had a thought. "Who would ever know?" he asked himself as he silently opened his cassock, pulled down his zip and released his cock from its confines. It felt good, very good, as he cupped his balls gently before wrapping his fingers around his shaft. "Go on." "That first time, Father, I read how you had imagined my lips wrapped around your cock," she said hurriedly, the words feeling very strange coming from her innocent mouth. Father Thomas almost came at that moment, the very sound of her sweet voice pronouncing the word "cock" was enough to send a thrill all the way from his balls to the tip of his cock. "And then what did you do?" "I ran, Father. I'm ashamed to say I threw your journal down on your desk and ran back to my cell. My mind was in a whirl and I barely slept at all that night. Even praying didn't seem to help." "What a wicked thing to say! Why did a few words in my journal upset you so much?" "Well it wasn't just your words, Father. When I got ready for bed I noticed my underwear was very wet and I didn't understand what had happened." He was enjoying himself now, enjoying listening to the hesitant young girl's confession and enjoying gliding his hand up and down his cock, spreading the precum that was leaking now all over the sensitive head. "You wet your knickers and somehow that is my fault? I suppose it was my fault you were kept awake too?" "Yes, Father. I mean, no, Father. Oh, Father, I don't know what I mean. All I know is that I couldn't get your words out of my head and all night I had visions of kneeling before you while you fed me your cock instead of Holy Communion." .He longed to do just that, right there and then, but he knew that was impossible. Instead he tightened his grip and squeezed just the way he liked it, afraid to say anything in case she stopped talking. It felt amazing, almost as if she was already riding him. He could hear his own breathing and felt his whole body burning up. Without saying a word, his mind urged her to continue. "When I went back to your room and read the next part, Father, I was even more confused. When you wrote about what you wanted to do to me with your fingers and your tongue I felt tingly all over, even in my most private places, and I knew my underwear was wet again. In fact, this time it was soaking wet." He wanted to last longer but listening to her sweet voice telling him how her pussy juices were pouring into her knickers was just too much. His balls tightened and a tremor ran through his whole body. Shot after shot of cum burst out to splatter his cassock and the walls of the tiny confessional before finally slowing down to a stream pouring over his hand. "I have never heard anything so disgusting and so sinful," he roared at the frightened girl. "Get out and beg for God's forgiveness. Your sins need much more than just a few prayers to cleanse your soul. Kneel outside until the other holy Sisters have finished their confessions and repeat the "Hail Mary" until they are all gone. Then I will deal with you." Practically in tears, Sister Maria rushed out of the confessional, too ashamed to look at any of the other nuns. She took a seat in the very back row, fell to her knees and began to pray. "Hail Mary, full of grace....." Father Thomas meanwhile was trying to clean up the mess he had made but it was difficult to do so in the near darkness of the confessional. He finally decided to clean his hands on his cassock before taking it off and settling down on his seat just before the door on the other side opened once more. By the time the last of her Sisters had left, Maria's knees were sore from kneeling and she had lost count of how many prayers she had recited in penance. She imagined they would all be looking at her as they left and would all be wondering what awful sins she must have committed to be required to kneel in prayer for so long. This filled her with shame and her cheeks blushed in embarrassment. It seemed like another age before the door on the other side of the confessional finally opened and Father Thomas emerged. She was shocked to see that he wasn't wearing his cassock as she had imagined he would do when ministering to his flock but he was still dressed in his black trousers and shirt, complete with its white clerical collar. If anything, it made him look even more severe but it was when she dared to raise her eyes to his face that she knew she was really in trouble. "Come with me, you wicked girl. Your penance will have to be more than a few prayers. It is my painful duty to deliver a punishment that you will never forget." He didn't even look at her again as he turned and marched to the front of the church. The poor nun could do nothing but obey and she rose slowly to her feet, stiff from having been on her knees so long but also trying vainly to delay whatever was in store for her. He stood waiting for her by the altar and she nervously made her way towards him, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor. "Bend over." Instantly her head flew up and she looked at him in shock. "What, Father?" "Do not make this any worse than it already is by questioning me. Bend over the altar. I am going to spank you so that you will never again be tempted to sin in this disgusting manner. Now do as you are told." Sister Maria couldn't believe what she was hearing. Spank her? She had never been spanked. She couldn't think of anything more degrading. And to have it done by a priest! Here in church! "Please, Father, don't make me do this. I'll do anything else. I'll clean your room better than it has ever been cleaned before. I'll pray for days on end. I'll fast for as long as you demand but, please, not this." Tears were in her eyes and he almost relented but he reminded himself of the prize at stake and his balls tingled again. His resolve, and his cock, stiffened again. "Do as you are told, you evil sinner. This is your last chance." Not too sure what this threat implied, Sister Maria turned with a whimper and faced the altar. She wasn't tall enough to bend over it but she leaned her forearms down on the top of it, very aware that her bottom was now facing the evil priest and the giant crucifix that dominated the church. She knew that things were about to get worse, much worse, but she really didn't know just how much. She sensed rather than saw the priest at her side. She was afraid to look round and, instead, concentrated on the starched white linen covering the altar. Joining her hands in prayer and supplication she longed for her ordeal to be over. What happened next, however, shocked her to her very core. She felt Father Thomas leaning down and taking hold of the bottom of her habit. Immediately her head turned around and she tried to get up in protest but he pressed down on her back and ordered her to be still. "You will not feel the full effect of your punishment if you are protected by your habit. For a proper spanking, you have to be naked." Naked? She couldn't be naked! Not here! Not in church! Not with him beside her! Not with Jesus looking down on her! She couldn't! Trying to get up again, she felt the hand on her back push her down once again, more roughly this time, until her large breasts were pressing against the altar top. She was powerless; she knew it and, worse still, he knew it too. She whimpered once more when she felt her white habit slowly sliding up her legs, exposing her inch by inch to the first man to have ever seen her underwear. The wicked priest took great delight in tucking the thick material into the rope-belt that the nuns wore around their waist before stepping back. Maria dared to think that he had changed his mind. Maybe he thought the threat of a spanking would be enough of a punishment for her; maybe the shame of this exposure would cleanse her soul. Her thoughts would have been dashed if she could have seen that Father Thomas was smiling. He was smiling for so many reasons. He knew that all the nuns wore black tights, even though all he had ever seen of them so far was a tiny hint at the bottom of their legs as they knelt in prayer. But in all his fantasises of this young nun she had worn big, white, old-fashioned knickers. He loved women in thongs and small panties too but for this occasion the knickers were perfect. As he finally got to see them in reality, it was an immense struggle not to pull them down immediately. But he wanted to savour the moment. He could hardly contain the smile on his face as he drank in the sight of her legs as she stood almost on the tips of her toes, her thighs sloping up to form her big, round cheeks. When she started to squirm beneath the weight of his stare, however, he knew it was time to proceed. But he had no intention of rushing this long-awaited moment and so, kneeling down behind the frightened nun, he first of all took hold of her black tights and peeled them down over her cheeks and down to her knees. Finally her knickers were there before him and now she had a surprise for him. "Your knickers are wet, girl," scolded the priest as he leaned forward and inhaled the scent of her arousal, marvelling at the damp patch on the white cotton. Sister Maria buried her face in her hands in shame. She knew he was right. She just didn't know why her body was reacting like this or why she was tingling once again between her legs. In fact, she was tingling all over, all the way from her private places to the very tips of her breasts. "These will have to go too." Before she even knew what he was talking about, the priest had grabbed her big knickers and pulled them down, down over her cheeks, down over her thighs, until they rested around her knees on top of her tights. She knew without looking round, without looking down that he could see her now. Knew that he could see her private places; knew that he could see the wet stain on the inside of her knickers and, maybe, horror of horrors, could see her dirtiest hole. She instinctively clenched her cheeks to protect herself from his gaze but this met but a sharp rebuke and an even sharper slap across her right cheek. The sound of the slap shocked her almost as much as the blow itself and she cried out in fright. What came next was so unexpected. Father Thomas got up and stood by her side. Pressing down on her back once more with his left hand, his right did what he had wanted to do for so long as he cupped her round cheeks and squeezed the soft, untouched flesh. Before he got lost in his lust, however, he resumed his role as confessor and teacher. Raising his right hand, he swung it down, cruelly striking her arse. He had used considerable force and as it sharply struck her unblemished skin it was once again accompanied by a loud slap. Maria winced as she felt the sting and, even after the initial surge of pain diminished, the discomfort lingered. But this was not the first woman the priest had ever spanked; it wasn't even the first nun. He knew what he was doing and he paused for a few moments to allow her to relax. Just as he sensed her starting to do so, he raised his hand again. The poor nun knew what to expect now and tried to prepare herself for it but the loud slap and ensuing sting still shocked her body. She gasped and realised that he had slapped her in exactly the same spot. The pain seemed to burn now and she wondered how long he intended to keep this up. She also wondered why the rest of her body was responding in a very different way to the pain in her bottom as she felt the moisture between her legs begin to slide down her thighs. His hand rose once more and, once more, harshly landed on the same spot. She didn't know how much more she could take as her bottom was now red hot. The fourth slap stung worse than any of the others. She knew she had to try once more. "Please, Father, please! I can't take any more." The tears were running down her face and he knew she was probably right. Although he was enjoying turning her cheeks pink, causing her severe pain was not what he wanted. He had much more pleasurable plans for this young nun. He lifted his hand from the small of her back and stood back. She slid off the altar, falling to her knees before him, her knickers and tights still wrapped around her knees. "You are a slut, girl, and the only way to stop that from getting worse is to show you the error of your ways. If you want to be a slut then I will treat you like a slut and then you will decide what path you will follow, whore or nun. If you have read my journal, you know what to do next." Poor Sister Maria was still in shock from her spanking. She could barely think. All she knew was that she had never wanted to be anything but a nun and she didn't understand why Father Thomas was treating her in this way. But she resolved that she would prove to him that she was a good nun. She would prove to him that she wasn't a slut. She would do the things he told her to do and he would see how bad she was at them. Remembering what she had read, she opened the belt of his trousers with trembling fingers, amazed at the bulge in the front of them. Allowing them to fall to the floor, she hesitantly pulled his shorts down and revealed his cock. She gasped as she looked at a near-naked man for the first time ever. Not only was she looking at a man's cock for the first time, she was looking at a priest's cock! An erect cock! In church! As Jesus looked on! Even so, she drank in the sight of his hairy balls and his beautiful shaft which seemed to get even bigger at the top, a top which was moist and dripping. Again trying to remember what she had read in the journal, she moved closer and leaned in until it was only inches from her mouth. Instinctively her tongue extended and licked the base of his shaft, slowly running all the way up to the head. She heard him moaning and felt his body stiffen. She wondered if she had done something wrong but he didn't move to stop her so she continued. Looking up at him she noticed that the priest's eyes were burning into her and the look on his face was one she had never seen before on any man. She did it again. And again. Her wet, warm tongue licked his full length and he seemed to get even harder as she teased him with her mouth. "I knew you could do it," he whispered. "Open your mouth." Doing as she was told, her mouth opened and she tentatively took him inside. Her lips closed around the shaft as her head slowly moved down. She didn't know how deep she was supposed to let him go so she stopped half way and began to bob her head up and down in an inexperienced manner as she made her first attempt at a blowjob. She could feel more moisture leaking from him and took this to be a good sign. She wasn't sure about the salty taste but she knew it was not one she would ever have to taste again so she continued to suck. "Such a natural slut," the priest thought to himself. Her mouth was divine and he thought he was already in heaven. He couldn't remember ever writing in the journal about how she should use her tongue but, as she lashed at the tip of his throbbing cock, he felt the warmth of pleasure flood throughout his body. He tensed because he knew it wouldn't be long. As he pushed even deeper to the back of her throat he could feel her gagging and he knew he was almost there. His balls started to tighten and his cum was rising. Once more his whole body stiffened and he suddenly pulled out of her warm mouth. Grabbing the top of her head with one hand, he pumped his cock with the other and a second later a stream of thick, hot cum shot out, hitting her across the nose, mouth and chin. Her mouth opened in shock as she tried to pull away but he held her firmly and his next spurt landed on her tongue. The poor nun nearly gagged in disgust as she swallowed instinctively and no sooner had she done so than his final, weaker shot landed across her chest. Pushing her back on to her heels, he looked down on her in pretended disgust. "Look at you, the very image of a slut with a man's seed across your face and body. Clean yourself up and leave this holy place but before you go, leave your disgusting knickers on the altar. The last thing I want is for you to enjoy feeling your sinful body's lust on your hairy pussy. Present yourself in my room after evening prayer to continue your penance. With that, he tucked his cock back into his shorts, pulled up his trousers and marched off to the sacristy, fastening his belt as he went. Sister Maria, was in a mess. Her face was a mess; her habit was a mess and her mind was a mess. "Wasn't that enough for him? Hadn't she been punished enough? And what was he going to do with her knickers?" It felt so strange to be pulling down her tights, taking off her knickers and laying them in on the holy altar. So strange and so sinful. But if this was what she had to do to prove to Father Thomas that she wasn't a slut then this is what she would do. As she hurried from the church, her tights rubbing at the nakedness between her legs, she had one last thought? Behind Convent Walls Ch. 02 What was going to happen in his room this evening? Behind Convent Walls Ch. 03 Sister Maria knew the only way to cleanse herself of her sins was through prayer and self denial. She also knew that the only way she could cleanse herself and her habit of Father Thomas' seed was to throw her clothes into the laundry and to have a long, scalding hot shower. What she didn't know was how she was going to make it all the way from the church to her cell without anyone noticing the state she was in. For once, God was on her side as she practically ran all the way to her room. The only other nuns she bumped into were old Sister Agatha and even older Sister Ruth. They were both nearly blind and often supported each other around the convent. While their sight was failing, however, their other senses were fully attuned and they voiced their disapproval of the young novice running through the cloisters. The only thing that stopped them making even more of a fuss was the distinct smell of a man's cum that assaulted their sense of smell as the younger woman rushed by. It was a scent neither of them had known for a long time but one that neither of them had ever forgotten and they smiled to themselves in private reminiscence. Sister Maria's cheeks burned in shame as she was sure they older nuns could discern her sins but she made it back to her room and slammed the door shut. They were not allowed locks on their door but the one saving grace was that they each had their own private en-suite. Stripping off her habit and veil, she almost burst into tears once again when she was reminded of her nakedness beneath her clothes and wondered why Father Thomas had instructed her to leave her moist knickers on the altar. What was he going to do with them, she wondered? Turning on the hot water to the highest setting she could bear, she scrubbed her face and naked body as if she could wash away her sin and humiliation with soap and water. After the longest shower she had ever had, however, she knew this was not the case. Turning off the water and drying herself quickly, she walked back through to her bedroom. As she began to look out fresh underwear she suddenly became more aware than she had ever been of her naked body. She had often been naked after her daily shower, of course, but today, for the first time ever, she saw her body as a woman's body. She looked at her own breasts, the curve of her hips, her thighs, and the hair that had grown between her legs. She had never been so conscious of the changes she had undergone as she had grown from girl to woman but now she could barely tear her eyes away. She began to draw her hands, which had been unconsciously resting on her thighs, up along the smooth skin of her hips, her fingertips just brushing against the skin. She had never touched herself like this before and it felt quite ticklish but nice at the same time. Without thinking about what she was doing, her right hand began to make its way up along her chest between her breasts. She walked over to the only small mirror she was allowed and watched as her fingertips slowly traced the shape of one breast then the other. Her breasts had never interested her before; in fact they were something of a nuisance being so large on her small frame. Large and full, she thought to herself, as she let her fingers linger for a few moments more. Gliding the fingertips of both hands now along the curve of both breasts, she could feel her nipples becoming firm. As her fingertips brushed over her them, she was surprised at how sensitive they were. They had felt like this before and she suddenly felt quite dizzy at the intense pleasure she was realising could be found in her own body. Sister Maria was so enthralled by what she was seeing in the mirror and what she was feeling in her breasts that it took her a few moments to become aware of the moisture between her legs. She tore her eyes away from the mirror and watched as her right hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, slide down her body until it reached what Father Thomas had called her "hairy pussy Instinctively her fingers moved over her swollen lips, and the innocent girl's knees almost buckled as she brushed what felt like a little button. She was so overcome by the sensation that she fell on to her bed. Sitting there for a moment, breathing heavily, she tried to work out what was happening to her but still she allowed her fingers to caress her naked flesh and she forgot all about sin and rules. She knew she wanted to touch that little button between her thighs again and she tentatively stroked her fingertip over it. Her whole body seemed to react and she had to stop herself from crying out in pleasure, a pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. Breathing heavily now, reluctantly, her fingers moved back down while her palm rested over her clit, holding it there for a few moments, amazed at the heat coming from this part of her body. Her moistness was just enough to allow one fingertip to slip inside and this time she couldn't stop a small moan from escaping. Each new sensation astounded her but she knew now what she wanted. Removing her juice-covered finger, she moved it back to that magic button. Prepared in some small way now, the young novice closed her eyes and let the pleasure wash over her. She returned to playing with her nipples with one hand while the other continued to caress round and round her clit, building up the courage to slowly stroking up and down directly on it. Each rush of pleasure was more intense than the last as each new sensation seemed to be slowly driving her out of her mind. Nothing existed now but her desire for pleasure, a pleasure that she was still shocked to realise could be found in her own body. She could feel something inside her rising, just as her hips were rising off the bed. Her eyes squeezed shut, her whole body tensed, her fingers continued to run faster and faster over that incredible button. Then it happened. It felt as if something powerful had suddenly been released as her body was washed by wave after wave of excruciating pleasure. She didn't know how long it lasted but, finally, exhausted, it stopped and her body began to relax. That was when she began to feel guilty. As the pleasure receded and her head began to clear, Sister Maria realised what she had done. She had sinned; she had sinned as she had never sinned before and she cried out in torment as she realised that Father Thomas must be right – she was a slut! Mother Superior was also heading for a shower. She had been the one to follow Sister Maria into the confessional and she knew as soon as she was on her knees that the unfamiliar smell, unfamiliar in the confessional at least, was that of a man's cum. She had noticed how shaken the poor novice was when she had come out but she knew it was a man she could smell and the only man in the vicinity was Father Thomas. She guessed correctly that he had been wanking as he listened to Sister Maria's confession and he had obviously cum, cum a lot judging by the strength of the smell. After she had received her own absolution she had secreted herself at the back of the church and waited until all the other Sisters had left. She had intended to confront Father Thomas but when she realised the younger nun was still in the church she had hung back, intrigued as to what was about to happen. Mother Superior was no innocent but what she saw shocked even her. The poor novice being spanked as she lay across the altar was bad enough. But, although she didn't have a clear view of what happened, Sister Maria's bobbing head and Father Thomas' moans of delight told a very obvious story of a man having his cock sucked. It was only when he ordered the poor novice to leave her knickers behind that she realised her own were soaking too. She had rushed out at that point, knowing already what Father Thomas had in mind for the girl's knickers, even if Sister Maria didn't. She knew that she needed release too and the safest place for that was in her private shower. As soon as she had locked the door, knowing that as Mother Superior she had the only door with a lock in the whole convent, she had turned on the water. She removed her black veil, allowing her long auburn hair to fall free. Reaching round and opening the single button at her neckline, she simply lifted the thick, coarse material of her habit over her head. Dropping it to the floor she looked at her image in the full length mirror and wished that Sister Maria could see her now. She had long ago forsaken the plain underwear that the other nuns were forced to wear, favouring instead a lacy black bra and matching black thong. The only other thing she wore now, apart from her shoes, was the silver crucifix that hung between her two magnificent breasts. Reaching round once more she unfastened the black bra that always felt so nice against her skin. Her breasts fell freely from the cups and she dropped the bra on top of her habit. Unlike Sister Maria she was very familiar with her own body and her hands rose to cup her breasts. She suspected that they were not as big as the younger girl of her fantasies but they were still pointing in the right direction. She smiled to herself as she rolled her erect nipples between her fingers, gasping in delight. Slowly her hands moved down over her tummy, enjoying every moment the chills and shivers that erupted throughout her body. It knew what was coming and it trembled in anticipation. It had been too long since she had touched herself but now there was nothing to stop her. Her hands reached her soaking panties, wet with need and wanting. How she wished Sister Maria could be standing before her, watching her, letting her be the one to teach her all that a woman's body had to offer. Sliding one hand inside the waistband, it moved down, further and further until she reached her warm, wet pussy. Her lips parted and she slipped one lonely finger slide inside. She was so hot, so needy. Forcing herself to remember that she needed to have a shower, her hands quickly removed her sticky thong, sticky and wet with the juices that had flown as she had watched Sister Maria being used in the church. Stepping out of it as it fell to the floor, her hands picked up the soap and she began to wash her naked body. Moving slowly, she washed her face, her arms, her breasts, forcing herself to prolong the moment when she would touch between her legs once again. Leaning against the shower wall, one hand moved to her breasts, teasing her nipples one by one. Rolling them between her fingers, tormenting them as she pinched them just a little, her other hand moved back down between her legs. Her pussy was so warm, so wet, and she knew the moisture had come not just from the shower. Her fingers moved inside her slit while her palm, rubbed itself against her clit, just as Sister Maria was doing much more tentatively in her own room. She did it once, twice, with an expert hand, as her fingers plunged ever deeper. They knew exactly where her secret spot was and she hits it as her fingers curled up and thrust in. Each outward stroke massaged her clit and her pleasure began to build. She was so close, so near. She thrust in once more and suddenly it hit, hard and fast. The walls of her cunt closed over her slick fingers and her legs pressed together, trying to trap her hand there. Still she rubbed, hoping to prolong the bliss, the sweet, sweet pleasure. Her breathing was fast and shallow but eventually it slowed down and she reluctantly allowed her fingers to slip from her sensitive slit. Brining them to her lips she sucked them clean wishing it was Sister Maria she was feeding her juices to. Exhausted, she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower Watching herself once more in the mirror as she dried her naked body, she could see that her skin was flushed and pink, knowing all too well that this was not down to the hot water. Dressing quickly she resolved to confront Father Thomas immediately. Unlike Sister Maria, she was not beset with guilt over what she had just done but she was filled with a renewed determination to save poor Sister Maria from the fate that Father Thomas had in store for her. Father Thomas was indeed thinking about the young novice but not in a way that would have pleased Mother Superior. Like the two nuns he had rushed back to his room but, unlike them, he was carrying a precious treasure. Sister Maria's knickers were burning a hole in his trousers and he knew he wouldn't be satisfied until he had cum in them. As he reached his room he closed the door but even his did not have a lock. Not that he was worried that there was any chance of being disturbed; none of the nuns would dare to enter without his express permission. As he pulled Sister Maria's large, wet knickers from his pocket, he began to get hard. Settling down on his big leather chair behind his desk, he held them to his nose and sniffed the heavily-stained spot, the very spot that was lucky enough to be constantly touching her pussy. Immediately his cock grew to its full length and throbbed in anticipation as he freed it from its confines. As he inhaled her musky aroma he knew his cock was harder than it had ever been and he knew it was time to give it some attention. Its tip was already moist as he wrapped the young nun's underwear around it and rubbed them back and forth. The feeling was amazing but then he had an even better, even more perverted idea. Turning the knickers inside-out, he rubbed the purplish head of his cock against that wet spot, the spot her pussy had stained. The thought that it wouldn't be long until he was rubbing against her pussy nearly made him cum on the spot. Trying to slow things down, however, he took a few deep breaths and calmed down enough to restrain him from shooting his load. Slowly now, he simply rubbed Maria's knickers across his leaking cock, savouring every second as he covered them in his own pre-cum. But he knew he couldn't last forever as he wrapped the big knickers all the way around his cock and began to pump it. The feeling of her wet gusset was incredible and his hand pumped harder and faster, eliciting moans of pleasure from his unguarded lips. He reached down to squeeze his balls, he imagined it was Sister Maria on her knees doing it for him and he could hold back no longer. "Yes, you little, slut, yes! Squeeze my balls as I cum all over your face." But it was her knickers, not her face that he filled with his cum and he was only starting to recover when the door burst open and Mother Superior barged in. "What the hell have you done to Sister Maria? And what the hell are you doing with her knickers?" When Father Thomas jumped out of his chair in shock at the sudden intrusion, it was all too obvious what he had been doing with the young nun's knickers. He stood there with them wrapped around his softening cock, his cum still dripping into them. Mother Superior, for her part, was shocked too and seemed rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on the unholy sight before her. The priest knew that this could go one of two ways. Either he could beg forgiveness and place himself at her mercy or he could take control. The second option was by far the more favourable. Marching towards her, he suddenly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back to his chair. Screaming abuse at him, Mother Superior was surprised at how quickly he had reacted and found herself being pulled across the priest's lap as she stumbled forward. Her habit was still covering her but he knew what was underneath and this unexpected opportunity was too good to miss. "How dare you burst into my private room without permission. It's time you were taught a lesson." As she lay there squirming, he looked down smiling at her inviting arse and began to spank her. Blow after hard blow landed on her round cheeks as he revelled in the slight sting in his hand coupled with the feel of her bottom bouncing beneath it with each strike. Her screaming reached a higher pitch and even a few very unholy curses escaped her lips before, eventually, her complaints changed to moans and he knew he she was his. Now was the time to punish her even more. He pushed her to the floor and, as she lay there in a very un-Mother Superior like position, he stood over her and glowered down. "Old Father Benedict may have let you off with such behaviour but it's time for you to find out exactly who is in charge here. Stand up." She was glad to do so; her punished bottom burned anew when he had pushed her to the floor and she struggled to her feet, trying to gather her composure once again. Something in his words, however, frightened her and she found herself unable to look him in the eye. With her head bowed what she found she was looking at was the now fully erect cock of the priest before her. It wasn't the first cock she'd ever seen but it was the certainly the first in a very long time. Father Thomas had felt his prick growing again as she had struggled on his lap and now he caught her staring at it. He also caught something else in her gaze and thought about how she had reacted to her spanking. The way she stood before him had a submissive air about it and he decided to push her a bit further. "On your knees, Mother Superior," he commanded. Without question and without taking her eyes of the throbbing cock before her, she did as she was told, kneeling in front of the priest for something she was sure was not going to involve praying. "You know what to do." Mother Superior knew what he wanted her to do but knew that she had never done so before. She knew what he wanted her to do was a sin but still she reached out and took hold of his cock in her trembling hand. She knew what he wanted her to do was wrong but still she felt the heat between her legs and felt her juices soaking her panties. Tentatively she licked around the head of his dick, so gently that it made him gasp in delight. Realising that he didn't taste as bad as she had thought he would, she wondered if all men tasted as delicious as this priest. Warming to the task, she began to lick up and down. She was obviously very inexperienced but the whole situation was having the desired effect on the man of God and he could feel his balls tingling already. As he looked down on the head of the nun bathing his cock with her tongue, just as he had looked down on the head of Sister Maria earlier, he smiled to himself and wondered just how far he could push this one. "That's nice, slut, but now it's time to take my cock into your mouth and suck it." Mother Superior was tempted to resist but a firm hand on the back of her head told her not to even bother. His cock slid into her inquisitive mouth while she continued to use her tongue around the sensitive head without even being told to do so. "I'm going to cum soon, cocksucker. I'm going to cum in your mouth and you're going to swallow it all." Now she really did try to withdraw but he simply pushed her head ever closer to his crotch and began to pump into her mouth. He knew it wouldn't be long now and he suddenly felt the telltale excitement in his balls as his cum shot up through his cock and flooded her mouth. "Now swallow, slut, or the spanking you received earlier will seem like a tickle," he demanded, still holding her head in place as the spasms of his cock continued to fill her mouth. She swallowed some, but it was too much and some spilled from her cock-stuffed mouth and dripped onto her black habit. "You will have to learn that my cum is precious, Mother Superior; perhaps Sister Maria can teach you how a real cocksucker does it. But first, I think you and I have a lot to teach her. Go and bring her here; it's going to be a long night." Mother Superior struggled to her feet, struggled to reconcile her vows with what she had just done and struggled to understand what he meant when he said they "both" had a lot to teach poor Sister Maria. For some reason, she dreaded her return to this room; for another, she couldn't get back quickly enough.