“Ah, ah, deeper, fuck me deeper, Harry. Give me that cock of yours!” Harry wiped the sweat from his brow and looked down at the brunette lying under him. Her firm boobs bounce to the rhythm of his thrusts and she too was sweating. Her brown eyes had glazed over, which they often did just before she came. He gave her harder and deeper thrusts and felt her nails dig into his back as she pushed her pelvis against his. “Oh, G...

"Bless me, Mother, for I have sinned." "Are your sins of the flesh?" "Always." "Then proclaim them to the convent, that we may rejoice in them." The sisters leaned in to hear, the excitement already palpably transmitted through their Implants. Confession had become everyone's favourite hour since the Conversion. "I have taken men and women in my bed, and..." "This is the language of the past, daughter. Do not fear to name...

Vivian Hannity was still in a Catholic high school in the three stories within the series "Vivian and Cathy.” Certain incidents from that time more than four years earlier are mentioned here. The narrator, Paul D’Amato, was in his first years at City College during the series “My Summer with Nora.” His affair with her only lasted four months. The immediate prequel to this story is “Vivian and Miranda,” in which Vivian mov...

Sister Kimmi's habit secreted her drips as she watched through the glass. His girth unsettled the nuns. But, when it lengthened towards them, a sea of black and white pounced. Desperate, each fought to impale themselves on his silky, pulsating monster. Hymens tore,  unnoticed in their frenzied lust, wrecking holy cunts forever. Squashing his face, their sticky juices flowed, smothering him in gooey delights. His thrusting...

“Bastard!” Sister Geraldine exclaimed, as she let the lifeless corpse drop to her feet. “What’d he do?” asked Sister Melanie, yanking her own knife from her victim and wiping the blade on her habit. “Prick spurted all over my wimple!” came the reply. “Totally ruined it for the ritual.” “Oh, yeah,” Melanie answered sarcastically, sliding her blade back into its sheath strapped to her calf above her stiletto heels, giving a...

I stood at the front door of the massive stone structure, recalling it's history. Built at the conclusion of the French and Indian War for a sect of Nuns whose only wish was to be separate from the secular world, it had stood the test of time. Not a very pretty building, its imposing structure and placement in the northern Adirondacks insured that the women within would not be bothered by the outside world. I was met at t...

None of it made any sense.Her one true love was the Lord.Who did this random guy think he was, traipsing into her life, captivating her with friendship, then tantalizing her with something more?She could not even.Early that morning, seated on her threadbare bed, she scanned the sparse room for any items she may have forgotten. She remembered that she wasn't the only woman on the campus experiencing conflicting desires.She...

None of it made any sense.Her one true love was the Lord.Who did this random guy think he was, traipsing into her life, captivating her with friendship, then tantalizing her with something more?She could not even fathom it.Early that morning, seated on her threadbare bed, she scanned the sparse room for any items she may have forgotten. She remembered that she wasn't the only woman on the campus experiencing conflicting d...

“Sangue di Cristo,” intoned Padre Antonio, as full-bodied Suor Dolcina drank deeply from the silver chalice, Precious Blood rich and honeyed on her tongue. “Amen.” A crimson droplet trickled across her lower lip. She savoured it, and saved it, gently touching a plump finger to her mouth. As she shared a kneeler with Angelica, her scarlet digit intruded under the folds of her fellow novice’s habit. And where she touched he...

There's a small convent on the outskirts of our town, stuck between an overgrown playground and a garage that got closed down a decade ago, when mechanics suddenly had to stop using a wrench and learn how to use a computer.We park in the driveway in front of the garage. Lucy is driving. I asked her to, even though she doesn't have a license because my head hurts and my hands won't stop shaking. She seems a little worried,...

I want to skip ahead by a day in order to share the explanation I received regarding the abduction of Beautoix and his men before I narrate the fantastic events that occurred the night of Samhain.Therese, who was soon to become the Order of the Sacred Hearts newest member, and I met during the previous nights revelries. Out of my mind, so to speak, with enthusiasm for our Goddess I failed to see her for who she really was...

The keyhole was wide. What occurred in the punishment cell, which Abbess Clarissa eccentrically called the Misericord, was the stuff of constant gossip among the lesser sisters, but what I now beheld made me gasp in awe.The room was peopled with four naked female bodies.The Abbess, her unleashed red hair falling in crimson tresses along her sensuous back, held a whip in her hand. Without her habit her ample charms were fo...

Soon I was to travel again through the French countryside but its splendors were to leave me unmoved. The landscape no longer interested me. The birds music no longer cheered my heart. There were no more garlands. Rather than the light-hearted joy of my previous pilgrimage, my veil shielded me from the vanities of nature and beauty. A garment of sackcloth took from me the simple pleasures of my own healthy skin. My eyes s...

I received a call late last night from the convent on the other side of the church, something about a plumbing problem. Could I come over and fix it? I was met at the door by Sister Katherine, who led me downstairs to the basement. Katherine led me trough the cellar door, only to be confronted by a bright red curtain. Katherine leaned up and kissed me as her hand caressed my cassock covered cock and pulled the curtain asi...