Sinners Sunday School

Sister Mary finished packing away the supplies from the Sunday school class. What a mess. As she quietly cleaned up, she was startled by the sound of somebody clearing their throat in the doorway.

“Oh! Susan! You scared me!” she exclaimed.

“I’m sorry. Need some help?” Susan asked.

“Sure. Everything okay?” Mary replied.

“Sort of. I was hoping that we could talk some.”

Sister Mary finished putting away the supplies, and sat on her desk and looked at Sister Susan. “What is it, dear?”

“Well, it’s kind of embarrassing. I’ve been having these, well, these feelings, and I’m not sure what to do with them. I’m feeling like I want to be touched in places I shouldn’t want to be touched in. I know that men and sex aren’t the answer, and I know it’s a sin to gratify myself, but I haven’t been able to help it lately. I haven’t told anybody, but I just want to know if you ever feel this way, and if so, what should we do about it?

Sister Mary got up from her perch on her desk, and walked closer to Sister Susan. “Hon, there’s only one thing we really CAN do about it, but it’s a secret, and you mustn’t ever talk about it.”

“I can do that,” said Sister Susan.

Sister Mary then reached for Sister Susan, and spun her around so that she was facing the other way. Sister Mary leaned over Susan’s shoulder, and ran her tongue up Susan’s neck, and light nibbled on her earlobe.

Sister Susan sighed and slightly shuddered at the incredible sensations flowing through her. Sister Mary led her hands up Susan’s sides, brushing against the sides of her virgin breasts. She then reached around both sides, and cupped Sister Susan’s tits in her hands, and squeezed softly. Sister Mary could tell that Susan was wearing nothing but a thin bra under her robe, for her nipples were quite pronounced through the flimsy fabric. She thumbed them expertly, causing them to become rock hard instantly.

Still kissing on Sister Susan’s neck, Mary whispered, “Does this help, Sister?”

Sister Susan replied, “Oh yes, but it makes me tingle in other places, and the heat is so strong!”

Sister Mary reached down to the middle of her partner’s robe, and started pulling it upwards, exposing first her knees, then her thighs, her panties, her midriff, her ribcage, then slipped her hand under the robe, under the bra, and held Sister Susan’s tit in her hand, skin to skin. She then spun Susan around to face her, and when she opened her mouth to speak, Sister Mary closed the distance and placed her mouth on Sister Susan’s, feeling the electricity pass between their lips, feeling the burning within as their tongues met. She pulled Susan into her, and lightly squeezed the nipple in her hand. Her other hand dropped down and slid into Susan’s panties, cupping her perfect ass and squeezing it firmly.

Sister Mary pulled back, and asked Susan to sit up on her desk. Sister Susan did so, and Mary dropped to her knees in front, hiked Sister Susan’s robe up to her waist, and pulled off her panties and dropped them on the floor. She reached up with both hands, and spread Susan’s hairy pussy, revealing the innocent pink flesh beneath.

“Sister Mary, what are you looking at?” Susan asked.

“Hush child, and relax. This will make you feel better.” Replied Mary

Sister Mary then buried her face into Sister Susan’s crotch, her tongue finding the clit immediately. Mary began drawing circles around Susan’s clit, listening to her cries and moans. Mary then started flicking her tongue back and forth along the swollen bud, and let her thumb slide up into Sister Susan’s canal. She heard her whisper, “Oh my, I had no idea!” but didn’t stop to reply. Sister Mary continued making love to Sister Susan’s clit until Susan started moaning so loud, Mary was sure that any second now somebody would come running to Susan’s rescue. Sister Susan started jerking around, bouncing on the desk, and let out a loud, throaty scream as she came, releasing her juices all over Mary’s face.

Mary then backed up a bit and stood. Sister Susan was still convulsing with the aftermath of her orgasm, and Sister Mary stepped in between her legs, and gently slipped her middle finger into the steamy hot pussy in front of her. She ran her other hand up Susan’s robe, and started kneading her tit softly, playing with the nipple, and kissed Susan as she fucked her with her finger.

“What is all the noise in here?” a deep voice commanded.

Sister Mary spun around, and stared at the Vicar open mouthed, her hands frozen in place. Sister Susan half gasped, half moaned, not really sure what was more important to her – continuing this incredible journey, or making herself presentable for the Vicar.

“Well now, are we learning something new?” the Vicar growled. “Let me guess. Sister Susan couldn’t handle it anymore, and you, Sister Mary, decided to be her first.”

“Well, yes, kind of,” replied Sister Mary.

“Sister Mary, you know the rules. When the girls are ready, I get them first. Then you get to show them the gentler world.”

“I’m sorry, Vicar.”

“Mary, you are dismissed. Go do something, and get out of here.”

Sister Mary pulled herself from Sister Susan, and left abruptly. Sister Susan still sat on the desk, with her robes hiked up to her waist, her mouth half open, her pussy dripping down her ass cheeks onto the desk. She was really sure what to do, but she was sure that her pussy was still red hot, and she wanted more of what Sister Mary had given her.

The Vicar approached Sister Susan, unzipping his pants as he went. By the time he reached the desk, he had his drawers pulled down to his thighs, and his cock was leading the way. Sister Susan had peeked a couple of times at books in the magazine store, when nobody was looking, to see what a man looked like, so she wasn’t confused by what she saw. But, the men in the books didn’t have dicks that were that big. Compared to the pictures she saw, the Vicar was huge. He stepped in between Sister Susan’s legs, and said, “Did you like the way Sister Mary’s fingers felt?”

All Sister Susan could do was nod, and stare, wide eyed, at the gigantic cock that was now inches away from her pussy, causing the heat between her legs to soar to new heights.

“Well, what I’ve got is a hell of a lot better than a finger, and it’s time that you learned the rest of your duties around here.”

With that, the Vicar pressed the tip of his hard cock against the soft lips of Sister Susan’s never used pussy, and pushed in slowly. Sister Susan felt her vaginal walls expanding, becoming very taut, and felt the pressure of his member from the inside, causing all sorts of shivers and wonderfully pleasureful feelings to flow through her body. After a couple of seconds, the Vicar looked at her, and told her to hang on, this was going to hurt, but only for a few seconds. Then he pushed hard into her. He was right. It did hurt. And it hurt badly, but just after a few seconds, the pain subsided.

The Vicar then grabbed ahold of Sister Susan’s hips, and slid his heavy cock out of her cunt, and then rammed it back in again. Sister Susan moaned loudly, and grabbed on to the Vicar’s shoulders and pulled him into her. Taking his cue, he began to bang her there on the desk, impaling her with his hardness over and over again while she moaned and screamed like before.

Sister Susan felt the Vicar’s cock get even bigger inside of her, and opened her eyes to see his eyes half closed, as if in a trance. Suddenly, the Vicar pulled his cock out of her pussy, stepped back, and started massaging it with his hand. A bunch of white fluid shot out of his penis, and splashed onto the floor. The Vicar was apparently enjoying this, and Sister Susan assumed this was the “ejaculation” she’d read about before.

The Vicar, after finishing his messy display, pulled up his pants, shoved his softening prick back into his pants and walked away. “Be sure to clean that mess up, Sister Susan. And come see me tomorrow after your chores are done.”

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