Sister Abby

Nun takes advantage of a vulnerable young man.

Peter, a young man of nineteen, found himself drawn to the local church one evening, seeking solace in the wake of his mother's sudden illness. He was greeted by Sister Abby, a nun of twenty-five, who welcomed him with a comforting smile. There was no one else but the two inside. As they sat in the quiet church, sipping on tea, Sister Abby asked if Peter had ever considered praying for his mother's health. Peter admitted that he had never been particularly religious, unlike his mother.

Sister Abby, with a gentle touch, took Peter's hand and showed him how to pray, her fingers tracing the beads of a rosary. She bound the beads around his wrists, the string cutting into his skin, causing a discomfort that was both physical and emotional. She guided him to the Holy Cross, positioning him on his knees, instructing him to pray.

Peter, unsure and uncomfortable, did as he was told. He didn't notice the subtle change in Sister Abby's demeanor as she moved behind him. She crept down, her hands finding their way around his waist, her fingers brushing against his belt. Peter was startled, his prayer faltering as he felt Sister Abby's hands on him.

"I'm just trying to help," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of his pounding heart. She unzipped his jeans, her hands reaching into his pants, finding his cock. "Just keep praying." she urged, her voice a mix of authority and desire. Her hand still inside his pants, jerking his cock

Peter was torn between his discomfort and the unfamiliar pleasure coursing through him. He tried to stand, to leave, but Sister Abby was quicker. She yanked his trousers down, causing him to trip and fall. He groaned in pain as Sister Abby turned him over, revealing his thick cock.

"You're not leaving until you finish praying, young man" she said sternly, her eyes dark with desire. "Do you not want your mother to recover?" She straddled him, her weight pinning him down, unable to move as his hands were already bound together by the rosary, as her hand reached for his cock. She leaned closer. Her tongue explored his tip, taking him in her mouth, sucking him off.

Peter was lost in the sensation, his mind a whirl of confusion and pleasure. He was a shy boy, a virgin, and here he was, being pleasured by a nun in the house of God. He felt her tongue move, her lips tighten around him. "Please, God!" Peter moaned. "Make this stop." Sister Abby stopped mid-sucking and glared at Peter. "You better be referring to your poor mother's ailment, boy!" She said, Sharply. He was referring to this situation, but he had to nod to that inquiry, afraid of what she might do. He reluctantly continued to prey, despite the discomfort he was feeling.
The nun stopped sucking his cock, and instead got up and moved towards Peter's face. She lifted the bottom of her cloth up to to reveal her hairy pussy, dripping wet. "Perhaps your tongue needs wetting." She remarked, as she sat down on his farce, forcing him to lick her pussy. She squeezed his nose to open his mouth, his tongue touching her pussy lips. "Mmmm, yes. Keep licking, Peter. Taste my Holy juices. Let the Lord guide your tongue." Peter reluctantly complied. His tongue entering her pussy. Her eyes closed; as she held the back of Peter's hair with one hand, her other hand reached from behind to jerk his cock, so that it stays hard.
"Dear Lord, thank you for bringing this young man to my door. Give him strength in his hour of need, and help me guide him, to discipline him to be a loyal sheep in your flock." She moaned.

Feeling Peter's cock rock hard, Sister Abby stood up and moved down to his waist. "Keep praying." She ordered, as she squatted down on his cock, only she was positioning her ass near his penis. Peter begged her not to, but it fell on deaf ears as she pushed herself down, his cock entering her ass. The tightness around his thick cock was discomforting. For him, at least. Sister Abby felt a rush of sensation of his cock in her ass. She moved, up and down. He continued praying, tearfully, for his mother's health, while the nun continued to ride him. "Thank you Lord, for this young man's wonderful girth. It helps me feel closer to Heaven!" She moaned, bopping her ass up and down that cock, as she fingered her pussy. Peter could feel his balls tightening, ready to explode. Sister Abby can sense this. "Yes, Peter, cum for me. Give me your fucking cum!" She yelled, as she too was feeling the climax, fingering herself faster.
Peter groaned loudly, releasing his load into her ass. The feeling of his cum inside the nun's ass overwhelmed her as she too came; squirting her love juices all over Peter. As the nun moved herself up, her ass released Peter's cock, as cum oozed out of her asshole.
"That was good, Peter." Applauded the nun. "But we can do better!" She gave a wicked smirk, to the young man's concern.

The next morning, Sister Abby visited Peter's mum, to check up on her. "How do you feel?" She asked. "Oh, I feel just fine, Sister Abby. Only suffered a mild fever. I do hope I didn't cause much worry to Peter, my son's such a sensitive boy." Said the mother. "Oh, I'm afraid he was worried. But I took care of him through his darkest hour. Believe it or not, he did prayed for your speedy recovery." Sister Abby explained. "Oh that is wonderful to hear. I never thought he would do that - not a religious type of person." "Well, we all have to have a little faith. I hope you're able to return home soon." She asked. "Sadly, the doctors insist I stay for one more night." Peter's mum explained. "I just worry for how my son will handle." "you have noting to worry; you are part of the church's flock, as is your son." Assured Sister Abby. "I am more than happy to watch over your son for one more day until you return. In fact, I believe he's curious to learn more about faith.

Later that day, Peter was at the church, kneeling on all fours with his knees and elbows on the floor; the rosary restraining his wrists once again. "T-thank you Lord, for saving my dear mother... and please watch over her so that she makes a sp-speedy recovery." He prayed, sobbing - not with relief but in pain, as he is being fucked from behind by Sister Abby, wearing a strap on; her nails digging into his hips as she buckles her. "Pray louder, if you want to see your mother again!" She barked as she fucked his ass faster, slapping his ass cheek. He repeated his prayer, louder as the nun continued to rape his ass.
"And if you tell your mother or anyone else about this, you will meet a far worse fate than this, understand?!" She added, as she continued to buck her hips. He tearfully agreed, knowing no one would believe him; how he was abused by a nun.

THE END