Chapter 26: Satisfying Sarah

From then on, until she was seventeen, Sister Sarah had been a willing and increasingly skilled partner to her unprincipled uncle. It had continued for two years after he was married and ended only when her sister-in-law caught them together with Sarah on her knees giving her uncle a quick moment of relief with her now skilled mouth. Which was why Sarah was now in the convent.

But that was over three years ago. Sister Sarah had foresworn all such sinful pleasures and, although she was still regularly tormented by lustful thoughts, she did not even masturbate. It was God's will. At least, so she had believed until now.

The young nun could not go to her Mother Superior because she had sinned with the priest. And she couldn't go to the priest because he had not only sinned with Mother Ursula but also with Christina. Her only refuge appeared to be the young monk and, with nervous reluctance, she made her way to his room.

"Uh, Brother John, uh." the statuesque nun stammered as the big monk stood in the doorway. "Uh, I'm Sister Sarah and ... like ... I need to talk to someone."

Brother John had seen Sister Sarah around the convent but he had paid little attention to her. He had naturally noticed that she was very tall but, since she was one of the few who still wore the traditional nun's habit, he had been unable to see what she really looked like. Therefore, when he answered the knock at his door and saw the nun dressed, somewhat immodestly, in only a too-small terrycloth robe, he did not, at first, recognize her

"Come in. Come in." the young friar said as soon as he realized that this was the tall sister he had seen occasionally around the convent. "We'll talk about whatever you want, Sister." But the horny monk's mind was immediately beset by thoughts of things other than talking. This young woman was like a somewhat sleeker version of the housemaid, Vicki, and he remembered what a marvelous time he'd had with that big, young virgin.

"I ... I don't know how to start, Brother John? It's about Mother Ursula ... and Father Murphy?"

"Oh? And what about them?" John asked, wondering if she'd seen them in bed together.

"Well, Brother John? It's ... like? They're breaking their vows. I've seen them. And? And ... well? Father Murphy has ... like? He's even done it with one of the students. I think we have to go to someone and tell. Like, this is a convent and? Don't you agree, Brother John?" But, as she haltingly told her story, the perceptive nun could see that the monk's eyes were hotly surveying her body and she wished she'd worn a longer robe.

"Sit down, Sister Sarah. Sit down and I'll try to explain it to you, my dear." the friar said as, taking her hand, he led her over to his bed. "I know they're breaking their vows but ... How long have you been in the Order, Sister?"

"Why, almost four years, Brother John? Why do you ask?"

"And haven't you seen this before, Sarah? I mean, with other priests and nuns?"

"You mean? Like? What they were doing? Oh no, Brother John! Never!" she exclaimed, shocked by what he was suggesting.

"God does not expect us to suffer unnecessarily, Sister. We are forbidden to marry but ... There are times when He knows we will need to dull the pangs of desire. Have you never done that, Sister? Are you still a virgin?" and as he asked the question, the monk sat on the bed beside the nun and placed his hand on her bare knee.

"Oh no, Brother John. That is ... I've never seen that before. I ... I'm not ... like? I'm not pure but..."

"Are you never tempted, Sister Sarah? You must be sometimes, at night? Do you never ... like ... satisfy yourself?"

The nun became aware of the movement at his crotch, under his robe and remembered the many times she had tossed and turned at night with the hot desire for her uncle's sexual solace. "But, Brother John? I thought? Like? I thought it was a mortal sin?"

"Perhaps you should tell me more, Sister. You say you're not a virgin? It must have happened before you joined the Order? Was it just once? Was it an unpleasant experience?" and as he spoke, his hand slid slowly higher on her long, full thigh.

"Uh? Uh, no ... yes ... I mean, it happened many times, Brother John. And it wasn't unpleasant. I? I? Uh, I liked it, but?" and her belly churned as his gentle touch ignited the hot memories of her many couplings with her uncle.

"You may be torturing yourself unnecessarily, Sarah? If you enjoyed it? Release from our desires helps us to devote ourselves more completely to God's works, you know. Did you? Like? Were there many times? Many men?"

"Only one, John. Only one man. But ... but ... It started when I was eleven. Are you sure that God condones it? I mean here? In the Convent?"

"Oh yes, my dear. He does. Do you feel? Like? I have been so busy recently that ... like? Perhaps we can help each other?" and the horny monk tugged at the tie that held the young woman's robe together.

"Do you mean? Like? Do you mean we should do what they were doing?" the nun stammered, a surge of lust coursing through her loins.

I'm sure of that, Sarah. Especially since you've been fucked before. I'm sure that you need to be fucked." the friar said, hoping that his use of the crudely direct term would further weaken the young nun's reluctance. "You're a big woman, Sister. And God has equipped me to satisfy big woman such as you." And, with that statement, he took her hand and placed it under his robe on his semi-erect dong.

"OH, BROTHER JOHN! Oh, God!" the young woman gasped as her hand instinctively wrapped around the thickness of his huge organ. "But? Oh?" she stammered, her mind filled with the vivid recollections of the pleasures she'd enjoyed during her sinful years of dalliance with her immoral uncle. It had been almost four years since she had experienced the thrilling sensations of being filled by a hard cock but she was sure that her uncle's had been much smaller than what she now held in her hand. "Oh, Brother John?" she said, weakly, as he opened the front of her robe to reveal her big, lush body.

"You have been thinking about it, haven't you." he stated as his hand dipped between her slightly parted thighs to touch the soft, swollem lips of her throbbing pussy. They were already wet and slippery and, as he pushed her down on her back, she sighed, surrendering to the monk's immoral intent.

"Are you sure, Brother John? I mean, like, is this really all right in God's eyes?" Sarah whispered as the long banked fires of desire flamed in her belly.

"You're marvelous, Sister Sarah." the horny friar exclaimed as he saw her nude body. "I know God wants you to be satisfied so you can devote yourself better to His works." His hands moved caressingly over the big woman's firm, pneumatic flesh. She was big but perfectly shaped. Her breasts were very large; two perfectly rounded mounds topped by long, upthrust nipples. With maturity, her waist had narrowed so that, as she lay back acquiescently, she displayed a sexy curvaceousness from her shoulders, narrowing in to her waist and then spreading out to her wide hips. Her full thighs were barely separated but, at their apex, her dark bush covered the convexity of her plump mons.

"Tell me what you're thinking, Sarah. Do you have pleasant memories of being fucked. Did you enjoy it when you had a cock inside your hot cunt?" John asked, continuing to use the crude terms as he stroked the fat, slippery lips of her vulva. And then he slipped off his robe to reveal his hugely erect organ to her hot gaze.

As her other hand moved unthinkingly to grasp the thick, long tool, the monk lifted her big body higher on the bed and he kneed her thighs apart. "Are you ready now, Sister Sarah? Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, knowing what the answer was.

Looking up at the big, handsome man, the nun capitulated to the fiery heat of lust in her loins. Her uncle had trained her well and, during the nearly seven years of their relationship, she had been stripped of every vestige of maidenly modesty. Now, as she tilted her broad pelvis and drew the mammoth fuckpole closer to her steamy twat, she gasped out her own lewd litany of lust.

"Fuck me, Brother John. Fuck me with your big, hard cock. I believe you. God must want us to have relief. I want you inside me. I want to feel that huge prick up in my cunt. Drive that monster right up into my belly and fuck me."

This was no innocent virgin. She was not like the nun Lisa nor like the schoolgirls he had been servicing. She was a mature, experienced, sex-starved woman. As she guided him expertly to the hot wetness of her swollen, soft labial slit, he arched his hips forward. He felt the incredibly pliant flesh part as he entered the vestibule, its snug wetness enclosing the bulbous knob.

"Brother John? Oh, Brother John?" the woman exclaimed as she felt her long empty fuckwell being distended by his thickness. She knew now that he was much, much bigger than her uncle and she had a momentary fear of his size. Then, as he pushed slowly deeper into her hungry cunt, she relished the distention of her vagina, the walls smoothing as it stretched around the mammoth pole.

"Oh yes, Sister. Oh yes." he sighed as her body enclosed him. And then, carried away by passion, he rammed the foot long shaft up into her big, firm body.

"Hunngh ... uuunnngghhh..." the nun grunted as she was skewered by the gargantuan fleshpole. She flung her long legs wider apart and, for a moment, she retreated from the incredibly deep penetration of her long empty vaginal cavity. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "Oh, John! Brother John!" she panted as her cuntwalls expanded to accommodate his fierce thrust.