Debby Rawlings - Some nuns suck… secretly!

Sister Mary sat down heavily, gyrating her crotch over Christopher to befter receive the searing loads of cum which streamed into her.

Christopher bucked up into the beautiful nun's wide-open cunt, sending scalding blasts of thick cum up into her syrupy pussy. "Ohhhh, Sister Mary! Ughhhh, you sure got my vote!" Chris hissed, feeling his cock encased in warm cunt-flesh which oozed its juices around his cock.

"God moves in mysterious ways," the hot nun whispered, moving her dilating cunt in circles around the exploding cock inside her.

After the cock quit flooding the sexy sister's gushing cunt, she just sat on the youth, keeping her pussy centered around the cock. Christopher lay beneath the gorgeous nun, feeling his spent cock tenderly held by her slick pussy muscles.

Eventually, Sister Mary climbed off the ravaged youth and looked down at his half closed eyes and wide grin and said, "I'm glad we met."

"Me, too," Chris said. "I'm gonna vote against foreclosing just so I get the chance to meet you next time around. You've done me a great service. I'll never look at nuns in quite the same way. I respect you."

Sister Mary smiled and gathered up her clothes. She dressed quickly. "See you later."

"I hope so."

Entering the hall, Sister Mary encountered one of her best friends from the seminary. It was Sister Theresa, a comely nun in her mid-twenties.

"What are you doing here?" Sister Theresa said, startled to find the young novice coming out of a businessman's temporary sleeping quarters.

"I'm on an errand of great urgency," Sister Mary said, pulling her peer aside. She took Sister Theresa by the elbow and guided her down the hallway, speaking in low whispers. "I'm trying to convince some of the men from out of town that voting to foreclose our mortgage would be a mistake."

"That's one of the reasons I'm up so late," Sister Theresa said, stopping in the middle of the hall and confronting the other sister squarely. "I'm with you one hundred percent but I don't know how to go about it. I've prayed. And I've prayed. But I feel so powerless. It's made me tense. And you know when I'm tense, I can't sleep. So I'm going to do exercises or something to relax."

"You've always been a very physical person," Sister Mary said, smiling approvingly.

"True," Sister Theresa said. "I broke a few hearts when I entered the sisterhood."

Sister Mary shrugged. "God has blessed us both with healthy looks."

"Do you ever wonder why you became a nun?" Sister Theresa said, looking sad and despondent.

"Not on nights like tonight."

"What do you mean?"

"You said you were tense, right?"

"Yes."

"You said you wished you could do something about the due mortgage, right?"

"Of course."

"And I know in your heart, you'd go beyond the call of duty to fulfill God's wishes, no matter what they might be, am I correct?"

"Absolutely!" Sister Theresa said, a look of determination on her face now.

"Then come with me and I'll show you a form of exercise that will help persuade the visiting businessmen to give us a break on the mortgage and, therefore, allow us to do some very important work for God, which is our purpose in the first place!"

"Okay!" Sister Theresa said, smiling.

"Just listen to what I say and do what I do. And flow. You're a natural, I'm sure."

"A natural at what?"

"You'll see. Just remember, we're doing God's work."

"Okay." The nun shrugged in acceptance. They arrived at the door of the next board member. Sister Mary knocked lightly.

Both nuns heard movement, then the door latch from within slid open and a huge, mammoth-sized man peered out.

"What can I do for you?" the man said. His voice was low and sexy.

Both nuns gulped hard, staring at the giant man. His trimmed beard and brown hair framed an extremely handsome face.

"You could do plenty for us," Sister Mary said, winking up at him. "But we'd like to do a few things for you first. Mind if we come in?"

"I'm not prepared for visitors," the man said.

Sister Mary just brushed by him anyway, leading Sister Theresa in behind her.

Both nuns walked to the center of the room. The huge man at the door grabbed a towel and held it in front of him, quite awed by the nun's bold behavior.

"What is this?" he said. "Should you be here?"

The man was built like a football player. His massive chest and wide shoulders were muscular from years of lifting weights. His legs were the size of tree trunks, and tapered to fine points in the calves where his muscles appeared chiseled and thick, like strands of steel beneath his hairy skin.

Both Sister Mary and Sister Theresa started wide-eyed and slack jawed at the mass of man flesh before them. Sister Mary noticed Sister Theresa's reaction to the sexy fellow and decided she had played her cards right in bringing the other nun along.

"It's very simple," Sister Mary said, moving forward. "We're doing God's work. We know the church has a purpose and that you must not foreclose. And we're here to show you why."

"Okay. Show me why," the man said firmly, his jaw set. His eyes settled on the nuns, waiting for them to show him something he had not been aware of. He was, after all, a businessman, even if he was built like a Greek God.

"I think it's hot in here," Sister Mary said, removing her nun's cap. She tossed the cap aside and shook her head. Her long dark hair fell to her shoulders and down the middle of her back. It was immediately apparent that she was an extremely beautiful woman. "You feel hot, too, don't you, Sister Theresa?"

Sister Theresa was taken aback by Sister Mary's action, and now by the sudden request. But she followed suit, a look of consternation on her cute face. She removed her nun's cap and her sandy-blonde hair was uncovered; it was much shorter than Sister Mary's but it framed her face nicely, accenting the shape of her cute features and making her look like a cover girl for a teen magazine. "You're very pretty," Sister Mary commented.

"Shouldn't I be saying that?" the giant of a man at the door said, just a towel covering his naked body.

"You think Sister Theresa's pretty?" Sister Mary said.

"Sure do. You're both ravishing. I can't believe you're nuns," he said, holding the towel tightly so as not to let them see his cock. "What's your name?"

"Luke Porter."

"Luke is the name of a saint. Are you a saintly person?" Sister Mary said, unbuttoning her upper smock slowly.

"Not while you're doing something like that," Luke Porter said, taking in a deep breath of air.

Sister Theresa saw what Sister Mary was doing and slowly began to mimic her, removing her smock a little at a time.

"Why… are you doing that?" he said. "It's warm in here," Sister Mary said. "Besides, we're going to do the Lord's will and wearing clothes does not figure in on the matter."

Luke's face screwed up, but he was getting the idea, as hard as it was to believe.

Sister Theresa suddenly stopped what she was doing, her smock halfway off, trying to decided if she should go any farther.

Luke said to Sister Theresa, "My, I love blonde hair on a woman. It's too bad you have to keep it short and covered up." Sister Theresa blushed, overwhelmed by the kind words from the sexy man. She then continued to remove her smock, wiggling it over her arms. She looked over at Sister Mary then, and got quite a shock. Sister Mary was naked from the waist up. Her huge, melon-sized tits were revealed to the man standing at the door; the nipples were hard, pointing out like tiny gun barrels ready to hold somebody up. "Sister Mary!" the blonde nun exclaimed. "God's will be done!" Sister Mary said, eyeing the growing bulge in Luke's crotch which hiked out the fabric of the towel. "You see!"