God, Life, Sister Mary and Me, Part 2

by Joanne

Sister Mary is determine to use our love for the common good. She is a nun and a bereavement councilor, amongst the many other things she does for people, people like me, that think she is an angel. She has been my steady girlfriend for two years now and I love her dearly. At twelve I am developing rapidly and beautifully, she has convinced me that I should use my body to relieve peoples suffering.

One of her parishioners, a man with a wife and daughter, was killed in an accident. Sister Mary's experience told her that the five year old daughter Zoe, was sexually involved with her father. She didn't think that the mother knew anything about it. She wanted to give the girl an outlet for her grief and a friend she could confide in, and also wanted to protect the mother from the discovery that her husband had been unfaithful to her, at this difficult time.

So she set me up. She knew that the girl would have no trouble seducing me. She was right, when she took the mother to the hospital to identify the body, it wasn't long before I was fucking the girl. She showed me photos that her dad had taken of her and the rest was pure sexual joy.

On the way home Sister Mary told me that she had planned the whole thing, it was the reason that she had taken me with her. She knew me so well, she knew I would not be able to resist the girls attentions. Sex was, apparently, what the girl needed to help her to move on from her grief. She was pleased with me. She told me that it was her plan to use our love, and our life's experience as a power for good. She told me that she had a plan to bring Zoe, the bereaved daughter and Christine, my five year old sister, together. She believes that they would be good for each other.

We were flying back home from Zoe's house, and I do mean flying, Sister Mary only knows two speeds, stopped and flying. When the French built this car they didn't reckon with Sister Mary, otherwise they would have given it a suspension worthy of the title and I wouldn't be thrown about like a rag doll.

“I have a gift for you,” she said, “ in the glove box,” “Gift?” “Yeah, look, see what I have for you.” I dropped open the lid and there, looking out at me, was a dick, a six inch plastic dick complete with straps. “Is this standard issue for nuns these days?” I asked. She just laughed. “It belonged to Julie my lovely sister. Truth be told it still belongs to her, I just borrowed it.” “The mind boggles where this has been,” I said, as I took it out at arms length and held it out in front of me with two fingers. “Don't worry,” she said, “I sterilised it. In any case it doesn't matter where it has been. The important thing is that we know where it is going.” I nodded, a rye smile on my face, “Christine?” “Yes,” she said, “She is going to have to be shown how to use it though.” “How do you know that I can use one of these things, properly I mean.” I said, still holding up the dick. “Well,” she said, “Why do you think I am ripping the heart out of this poor little car. I am going to get you home and teach you, good and properly.” My heart leaped for joy and my pussy wept for England. She took one look at my nipples and smiled. For the first time ever, I was willing the car to go faster. My hand slipped up my skirt and I bit my lip. My panties were wringing wet as I stroked the gusset, teasing my cunt, all the way home.

We came to the usual sliding standstill outside the flat. Once inside and out of the public eye, this nun turned into a wide animal. Our faces locked together, in a gasping, probing kiss. We tore at each other's clothes, staggering against one wall of the hall and then the other, all the way to the bedroom. I was the first one naked. I lay on the bed frigging myself madly, watching her. She stripped the rest of her habit, it fell to the floor followed by the head dress, the underskirt, the big white and now very wet pants. Her blond hair fell about her shoulders. Her lips shone and her minge glistened. She strapped on the dick. “You are about to be fucked, and do mean fucked, my girl.” With that she pounced.

She pinned me to the bed and plunged the dick into my very wet pussy up to the hilt. My cunt took on a life of its own, it grabbed hold of the dick and gripped it, not letting it go. There was no question of reaching a climax, I was already there. I was that climax, my whole body had become a huge cunt. Throbbing, rippling, quivering, shaking with a life of its own. Taking away my senses and losing my mind. She took my ankles over my head and fucked my 'g' spot. I exploded like a volcano and collapsed in a heap. I must have fainted.

When I woke, the dick was washed and clean and was lay on top of my neatly folded clothes. She sat next to me on the bed. “Its late I have to get you home,” she said, “When Christine comes to your bed. Remember she won't have had the sexual anticipation that you have had. She will need lots of foreplay before you fuck her, to get the best results. Remember, she is daddies little girl and you will be her substitute daddy.”

When she delivered me home and thanked my mother, saying that I was a great help to her. I was sure that I was walking bow legged. It felt like I still had the dick inside me. I stood with my mother on the door step as we waved Sister Mary off. “Have you eaten?” she asked. “No,” I said. It occurred to me for the first time, that I hadn't eaten anything but pussy since lunchtime and I was looking forward to eating a lot more before morning.

I declined mother's offer of some supper and instead pleaded tiredness, which wasn't far from the truth. She caressed my bottom with a mother's pride as we climbed the stairs. We kissed and embraced before going, each to our own bedroom.

I was lay in my bed, naked as usual, the only difference was that I was wearing my dick. Now that the straps were properly adjusted. I found that a strap ran between my legs, and when I moved the dick, the strap rubbed against my clit. I was quietly wanking myself with my dick waiting for Christine. Christine had not been to my bed for two days. She would come to me tonight. She never went three days without sex.

Her routine was always the same. She would quietly enter my room, strip off her nightdress, her vest and her wet panties. She would then climb into my bed. If I haven't moved by then, she would spoon up behind me and slip her hand between my bum cheeks. She would then play with my clit until I woke up, rampant. When I was already awake, as tonight, I would throw the bed clothes off the bed. She would spread her legs and raise her little cunt into the air waiting to have it kissed.

I folded the covers back keeping my dick covered. I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. Tonight I really wanted to see what I was doing. She was, as usual, lay on her back with her legs spread and her knees bent, offering me her cunt. I took a close look at her. She has been coming to my bed since she was three and I was ten years old. It was me that first opened her up. It was me that finger fucked her virginity away. She wasn't new to sex. She has been involved with our parents love making since birth, sucking, licking and kissing, but I was the first to enter her. After that though, our father has be fucking her regularly.

I took a close look at her. Her dark hair was long and fell in curls around her on the bed. Her milky white body was totally titless, her nipples were small but, vivid from all the sucking they get. Her body was smooth and hairless. I kissed her on the lips, probing her with my tongue. She just purred expectantly. I brushed her nipples with my lips and worked my way down. I slewed round so the I was looking up her cunt. Her smooth, puffy pussy was glistening. I reached up and gently caressed her smooth lips. I placed a thumb onto each of her flaps and opened her pussy like a vivid pink rose. Her little clit was rigid. I fell upon it and took it between my lips. She gasped and gyrated in response. I licked up and down her slit, around her anus, up to and into her cunt, round and around her cunt as she whimpered and then back up to her clit. I repeated this journey over and over. As she enjoyed one part she anticipated the next part. When she called out to be fucked, begging for fingers as she always did, she was going to get a surprise.

The moment came. “Fuck me Jenny, fuck me,” she cried. I threw back the bed clothes and revealed my surprise. “Oh Yes!,” she called as she saw it, “fuck me Jenny, fuck me.” Her little pussy was very wet and yielding. I worked the dick deep into her. She met my thrusts with her hips, pounding the dick into her. Each thrust sent electric pulses through my clit. I lay forward and my height against hers brought my tits to her mouth. She threw her head from side to side sucking and nibbling at each nipple in turn. I was on fire. Her calls were louder and louder, “Fuck me Jenny,” she called. I threw her legs over her shoulders and thrust the dick at her 'g' spot. “Who's the daddy now,” I cried. She was screaming at the top of her voice, “Oh god, Oh fucking hell, Oh god, Oh God! Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Her whole body was a quivering jelly and her eyes rolled as she was lost to her orgasm. I rolled off her. My dick was glistening with her juices. That was when our mother came into the room. “Oh my god in heaven. Oh my lovely girls,” she said, “what a beautiful sight.” She dragged the nightdress she was wearing over her head and dropped it to the floor. Her giant nipples stood rigid and her mop of a minge begged to be cuddled. “Who is going to fuck their mommy?” she asked.

I had used every ounce of energy I had, fucking the brains out of Christine. Christine, on the other hand was as frisky as ever. Mother had knelt down and was sucking Christine's love juices off the dick. When she had done, I unclipped the strap-on and fitted it to the excited little girl. She could barely contain herself at the prospect of fucking her mother. Mother could barely wait too, she lay on the bed with her big hairy cunt waiting to be served. Christine almost flew at her. She plunged the dick in to the hilt and went at her mother like a rabbit. I straggled mom's face and kissed her lips with my pussy. I floated on air as her tongue probed my anus, probing deep find every nook every crevice. Her tongue reached deep up into my cunt and lapped at my clit. I had my back arched and played with my ever sensitive nipples as I raised higher and higher up the fluffy cloud of orgasm. Mother gurgled loudly and stiffened and then ejaculated a hot spray of love juice all over Christine, who cheered in triumph.

That night I slept the sleep of the just, but not before I knelt down and gave thanks to god for my family.