== Part 2 ==
Without waiting for his answer, Sister Michael slid her panties aside and spread her legs, revealing her glistening, hairy pussy. She leaned back further, her hand disappearing into her folds. "Look how wet I am for you, Colm. I might be a bride of Christ but I am flesh and blood and it's been so long since a man looked at me the way you look at me."
Sister Michael stepped out of her panties and held them in Colm's face for him to inhale.
Colm leaned closer, his breathing rapid. He had never been so close to a woman, let alone a nun, and the smell of her cunt in her panties was intoxicating. Sister Michael began to stroke her clit, her eyes never leaving his. "Why don't you come closer?"
He found himself on his knees, his face just inches away from her cunt. She was so close he could feel the heat emanating from her, and his cock was now rock hard. He didn't know what to do, but Sister Michael was a patient woman. She reached down and gently pushed his head closer.
Colm's tongue darted out, tasting the sweet, musky flavour of her. He moaned, the sensation sending shockwaves through his body. Sister Michael's hand moved to the back of his head, pushing him closer still. He licked and kissed her folds, the coarse hair tickling his nose as he explored the forbidden fruit before him.
Her hips began to buck as he grew bolder, his tongue delving deeper. She was so wet, so hot, and the noises she made were unlike anything he had ever heard. He felt like he was going to burst with the need to fuck her, but he didn't dare move without permission.
"That's it Colm," she moaned, "eat that Nun pussy like you mean it."
Encouraged, he slid a finger inside her, feeling the tightness that surrounded him. She was so warm, so wet. He added another finger, and she gasped, her legs spreading wider for him. He began to pump them in and out as his tongue circled her clit, and she rocked against him.
"Oh, God," she whispered, and he knew she was getting close. He picked up the pace, his own cock throbbing painfully.
Suddenly, she was there, her body arching off the desk as she came, her juices coating his fingers and tongue. Colm felt like he was in heaven, his face buried in the warm, wet heat of her sex.
As she came down from her climax, she took his hand and brought it to her mouth, licking his fingers clean. "Now," she said, her voice still thick with desire, "it's your turn."
He looked up at her, his eyes glazed with lust. Sister Michael stood and turned, her ass swaying as she bent over the desk. She pulled her habit up, revealing a round, firm ass that was begging to be worshipped like an altar at Mass.
Colm stumbled to his feet, his cock pointing at her arse. He didn't know where to start, but she did. She reached back and guided him, and he felt the head of his cock nudge against her wetness. With one smooth motion, he slid inside her.
Her pussy was tight from years of never having been fucked by a man, hot, and wet, and the feel of her was indescribable. He had never been with a woman, let alone a nun, and he was lost in the sensation. He began to fuck her, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her from behind. Sister Michael's moans filled the office, echoing off the walls.
They were supposed to be discussing the school trip, but all thoughts of fundraising were forgotten as they succumbed to their carnality. Sister Michael reached back and grabbed his ass, pushing him deeper into her. She was a wild animal, and he was her prey.
The office was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the squeaks of the chair, and their gasps and moans. Colm's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his orgasm building. He had never felt anything like this before. It was as if every inch of him was on fire.
"Cum for me, Colm," Sister Michael panted. "Cum inside me."
He didn't need any more encouragement. With a groan, he shot his load deep into her, filling her up with his hot, sticky seed. Sister Michael's orgasm followed quickly, her pussy clenching around him as she came again.
They stood there for a moment, both breathing heavily, before Sister Michael pulled away, straightening her habit with the feel of Colm's cum running down the inside of her thighs. "Now, Colm," she said, her voice firm, "I hope that helped with your whole thing about Nuns."
He nodded, his eyes still glazed with lust. "It has... it really has, Sister."
"Good," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Because I have a feeling we might have to have a few more of these meetings before the girls leave for Paris." |
