FAZER LOGINSister Agnes Pov The shed behind the garden was devoid of people and great for rough, forbidden sex. It had one window, very dusty with work tools scattered everywhere. Also, a wooden workbench was placed in the middle like it was kept there for me to fuck. This place reminded me of my own stepfather's shed when I was a teen. I had given my first ever boyfriend a blowjob in a shed similar to this. His dick was so tiny and I didn't like it, but the way he fucked my mouth made up for it. In this church shed with me was Sister Elena. I pushed her in, and locked the door behind us. Although she looked like she wanted to change her mind, or suck my boobs, it was hard to tell with how harsh her breathing was. "You're gonna give yourself a heart attack." I said, stepping close, so close that our massive udders brushed. Our nipples were rock hard too, kissing each other through our habit. "Are you scared, or aroused?"Her voice came out small. "Both."I gave her one of my lustful smil
Sister Agnes Pov The confession booth smelled like incense, and old wood. It also smelled like musk, like two people fucked each other violently in here. I slipped inside and made myself comfortable in the worn little bench. The lattice screen that divided I and the priest was so thin, that I could clearly see him. He was young, broad shouldered, the same man that followed me everywhere with lustful eyes. He always stared at my tits like he wanted to pull them out and fuck his cock between them. I had also caught him numerous times adjusting his cassock. His name was Luca. Father Luca. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. " My voice came out sweet. "It has been an.......eventful week. " There was a pause before he spoke slowly. "Go on, Sister. " I smiled in the dark. "I've been a filthy whore, Father."A sharp intake of breath cackled in the air. "I've woken up every morning in the last week already wet." I continued in a clam voice. "My cunt has been buzzing even before
Sister Agnes I woke up from a restless sleep already so fucking soaked. The convent was still so dark, air thick with incense, and the heat of so many bodies in a room. My hand was now between my legs, eyes slightly closed. I pushed my flimsy thong aside, shoving two slim fingers inside my greedy cunt. "Oooohhh.... " I mewled softly, fingers digging in and out of my ever aching snatch. The lips were so swollen and hot to touch, hole gripping the digits tightly like it never wanted to let go. "Fuck... Yes... " I whispered quietly, finger fucking my fat pussy. "Take it you...you desperate whore."I pumped my pussy harder, curling my fingers to hit my spot, grinding the heel of my palm against my buzzing clit. The sheets under my ass was soaking wet and sticky. I bit my lips hard, not wanting the three other nuns I shared a room with to notice. That didn't stop me from moaning like a slut as I fucked my cunt. In their eyes I was Sister Agnes. A sweet and soft spoken nun who alwa
Anna's Pov The river behind was black and eerily quiet. The only sound I could hear was that of crickets. I waited under the thick trees, cunt still sticky with my own slick and Pastor Harold's dry saliva. My clit throbbed softly from how roughly he had sucked on it earlier. "Hmmm....." I moaned softly, rubbing my fat nipples through my tight top. I had been standing here for thirty minutes now, and my pussy felt so fucking swollen between my legs. Then, I heard footsteps rushing to close to where I was. Harold stepped out of the shadows, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, the hairs on his arm catching the night light. "You came." He said in a low voice. "Why won't I? You sucked the life out of clit earlier. " My voice coming out hoarse. "I've been aching since then. "He didn't answer, just moved closer and grabbed me by the throat. It wasn't painful, or tight, but it still made my pulse jump. His other free hand shoved between my legs, finding my bare, soaked pussy. "Stil
Anna's Pov My throat burned from Pastor Harold's hot, thick, creamy cum. Everytime I swallowed, my mouth felt dry, throat stinging in the best way possible. Back in the girl's cabin, I saw four girls huddled together, giggling and talking about a stupid series that they all have seemed to watch. One of them gave me a disgusting look while the others just basically ignored me, not sparing me a glance. If only they knew I had the church's favourite youth pastor's big cock fucking the shit out of my windpipe. I got under the thin sheets, pulling it up until it covered my face. My body reeked with sweat and musk but I didn't bother to go take a bath. Why?? I loved Pastor Harold's smell on me. My cunt made wet sounds as I shifted. Bare pussy aching for a rough touch. I dragged a lone finger between my pussy lips subtly, it was a mess of slick. My body was also wound up tight but I needed to be smart in here. After what felt like a decade, the giggles and talks went quiet, lights
Anna's Pov I stood ramrod straight in the empty cabin long after Harold left. My skirt was still somewhat hiked up, panties still pushed to the side and my thighs wet with slick cooling between them. My cunt was thumping, aching and fucking unsatisfied. Compared to the pen I used to fuck myself at home, Harold's fingers did a much better job. Just rubbing my fat clit with those thick fingers of his made me see stars. To defy him, I didn't change into any new clothes. I just went to the meeting hall with my thin blue blouse framing my huge, hard nipples. Few church youths already seated gave me nasty glances. Two boys that sat at the back, stared lustfully as my tits pushed forward, my buds almost transparent. I just smirked at them, and took an empty seat. The orientation was a blur of singing hymns, rules about how we should conduct ourselves. And a very long session about purity. I sat with my legs crossed, air brushing under my skirt, slapping my still buzzing cunt. Harol







