R Masters - Naughty hot nun

Sister Angela, lost in the heights, could barely detect the hot wetness of his jism as it salved her bruised cunt walls.

Father Cassidy groaned and writhed as he shot another and then another thick wad of turn into the nun's climaxing cunt. Then he collapsed on her, his weight pressing into her, his mouth still over her ear so that his breath swirled through it, tickling her as she came out of her ecstatic state.

As the priest snored lightly above her, she smiled dreamily. The Father had been right. She felt much, much better now. Pure, clean, and purged. She was relaxed, and she could feel a warm, peaceful sensation spreading throughout her body. She was glad she had sought spiritual counseling.

It was the Friday night before Family Weekend, and all the nuns had been busy all afternoon decorating their classrooms for open house, rehearsing in their minds the greetings and progress reports they would be giving to the parents who were driving up to the convent school to visit their daughters.

Sister Angela was troubled.

First of all, she had not gotten fucking out of her system, as Father Cassidy had said she would. She finger-fucked herself three or four times a day, and did sixty-nine with Sister Paula whenever she got a chance. And worse of all, she was meeting Father Cassidy twice a week out by the riding stables and fucking him royally. He still insisted she would get fucking out of her system, but now she wasn't at all sure.

Second, she didn't know what to do with Mary Bowers. The girl was not only flunking out of class, but she had developed a real hatred for Sister Angela ever since the nun had discovered her in the bushes with Tony. And Mary's parents would be coming up to the school this weekend. What would she tell them?

All tbese troubles weighed heavily on the young woman as she readied herself for bed and at last slid under the covers. She had already told Sister Paula that she needed to be alone tonight to do some thinking.

As she lay in her hard, narrow little bed and idly fucked her finger in and out of her juicy cunt, she seriously considered what would be best for the pretty and sensuous young girl.

Then, just as she began to writhe and groan with her self-inflicted orgasm, she hit upon a solution to the problem. The girl must be taken out of the convent school and enrolled in a public school where she could have contact with boys and the outside world. Right now, the girl was like a caged animal, throwing herself against the bars, wounding herself unnecessarily.

"Um… yes… I'll tell her parents they must take Mary out of the convent school," she murmured as she drifted off to sleep, her fingers still embedded in her cunt.

The classroom was full of parents and students. They were milling about, reading the top themes posted on the wall, munching on the refreshments, and talking to Sister Angela, who presided over freshman and sophomore English during the year.

"Yes, yes. I think we can get Suzie into a very good college," Sister Angela was saying to Mr. and Mrs. Bensons as Suzie stood there blushing. "She's been my top student for two, years running. The girl has real talent."

After a few more polite, encouraging words, the Bensons moved on, their gawky, intelligent daughter in tow. And out of the corner of her eye, Sister Angela caught a glimpse of Mary Bowers, her pretty face twisted into an ugly scowl. She was flanked on one side by a tall, handsome man his early forties, with graying temples, sharp twinkling eyes, and a fabulous physique. On the other side was a slim woman with pale gold hair, dressed in an expensive suit.

The woman had grabbed the girl's wrist and was talking rapidly to her, a frown on her face. "Look at me when I speak to you, young lady!" The harsh tones of her voice could be heard above the din in the room. Mary sullenly turned, away, tapping her foot impatiently.

Sister Angela gracefully approached the threesome, a smile etched across her face.

"Ah, and you must be Mr. and Mrs. Bowers. Hello, Mary!" she said, looking down sympathetically at the girl.

"I'll be damned if I'm going to stand here and listen to a old dried-up nun tell my bitchy mother what's wrong with me!" the girl snarled. She stamped her foot, broke free of her mother's grasp and ran out the door.

Everyone in the classroom turned toward the scene. Mrs. Bowers' eyes narrowed, and she walked briskly out after the girl.

Mr. Bowers did not even try to stop his wife. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders and looked down at Sister Mary. "Not only is my daughter rude, but she must be blind, Sister. You're just about the furthest thing from dried-up I've ever seen."

Sister Angela smiled faintly at the compliment, but a frown continued to crease her brow.

"Mr. Bowers, I'm very concerned about your daughter. Have you thought of enrolling her in a public school? I don't think she's suited to the strict, isolated environment we have here."

Just as Mr. Bowers was about to answer, the chapel bells began to ring. It was four o'clock, time for the sherry reception to be held in the convent refectory.

The parents and students began to file out at the room, shaking Sister Angela's hand as they left, thanking her and telling her how glad they were to have met her. Then, at last, Sister Angela and Mr. Bowers were alone in the classroom.

"If you don't mind missing sherry hour, why don't you and I take a walk and we can discuss your daughter," Sister Angela suggested.

"That sounds good, Sister. But you know, Mary is only my stepdaughter. Two years after her father died, I married Diana, her mother. The two of them don't get along at all, and that's why Diana has enrolled her in a boarding school."

They were walking out past the buildings, towards the open country where the stables were. Sister Angela had put her hand through Mr. Bowers arm as they walked along.

"Well, Mr. Bowers, Mary is flunking her classes, and… she is becoming very sexually aware. I'm afraid I caught her in the bushes with the gardener the other day."

Mr. Bowers didn't seemed shocked at all. In fact, he chuckled. "Yes, she's a little minx. She used to flirt with me, and that's part of the reason her mother sent her away. It was harmless enough."

"Was it?" Sister Angela asked softly, gently stroking his arm. "You're a very sexy, attractive man. Who knows what might've happened if she'd stayed."

Mr. Bowers' jaw dropped. He looked down at the Sister's hand stroking his arm.

Sister Angela couldn't seem to control herself. There was something so vitally attractive about the man.

"Sister… I…" Mr. Bowers was just too shocked for words. A nun seemed to be coming on to him, a young, attractive one, at that. But perhaps he had misunderstood.

"I find it difficult living in the convent, myself, you know. Even nuns have desires, Mr. Bowers. Even nuns like to be touched, to feel wanted."

Carelessly, Sister Angela sat down on a grassy spot under a large oak tree. She pulled Mr. Bowers down next to her. Then, she removed her headpiece, letting her shiny red hair glisten in the late afternoon sun.

Mr. Bowers was entranced. He reached over and ran his fingers through her silky curls. "Are you sure you're a nun? Is this some kind of joke? Is this a dream?" he asked, feeling his lust rising, feeling his cock begin to throb in his pants.

Sister Angela smiled wantonly and unfastened her habit, quickly removing it. "There. Feel, and then tell me if you think it's a dream," she purred. She reached over and took Mr. Bowers' hand and pressed it to her bare tit.

"Holy shit!" he groaned, his cock lurching in his trousers. "Holy shit! I don't believe this is happening!"

There, before him, divested of all of the stodgy nun's clothing, was one of the most beautiful young women he had ever seen.