For The Sake of Her Sisters Ch. 02

Sister Maria was slowly recovering from her magnificent, sinful orgasm. There was silence in the room, and she hesitated to open her eyes. She knew he was still there, still on her bed. She could hear his heavy breathing and wondered what he was waiting for. Was he satisfied now? Now that he had caused her to sin; now that he had used her body in a way no-one else had ever done; now that she had been taken to the heights of ecstasy that she had never reached in her prayers.

She couldn't have known that he was simply looking down at her gorgeous body, admiring her full round breasts, licking his lips at the sight of her hard nipples as they stood out, proud and erect. She couldn't have known that his eyes were sliding down her naked body, down to the thick patch of pubic hair that was now matted with her own juices. She couldn't have known that his gaze reluctantly moved down to the long slender curves of her thighs and calves. And she couldn't have known nor have ever imagined the pleasure he was finding in devouring her with his eyes.

But he did.

Her eyes flashed open and her body jumped when she felt his hot breath on her breast and his wet tongue swirling around her rigid nipple. She looked on, helpless in her cuffs, as his mouth closed around it. She suddenly caught her breath as he lightly pulled on it with his teeth. The last thing she wanted to do was to let him know she was enjoying the sensations he was causing but her body couldn't be denied.

Her back arched of its own accord as he sucked harder, her nipple sinking deeper into his mouth while his hand played with her other breast. There was something almost loving in the actions of his mouth and hand, but she forced herself to deny the pleasure she was feeling. Her mind was saying, "No," but her sinful body was screaming, "Yes!"

"It's time, Sister."

"Oh God, no. Please don't," she begged, careful once more not to make too much noise, fearful that she may yet wake up the other nuns. Suddenly he moved away from her and began to remove the cuffs from her ankles. She dared to believe for just a moment that he really was satisfied with what they had already done but her joy was short-lived. Picking up her feet, he placed them over his shoulders, her legs parting to expose her most intimate spot to him. As he bent slightly to kiss the tender skin on the insides of her thighs, cold chills ran up her legs in contrast to his warm lips. He stopped just before he touched her pussy, but she was no longer in any doubt that she was about to be deflowered. Even so, her fear was almost matched by her shame as she heard him breathe in deeply, obviously drinking in her scent, the scent of her arousal that even she could smell. She wasn't frightened that he would cause her any harm, but she was humiliated beyond belief that in a few short moments she would no longer be the virgin that she had promised God she always would be.

Still he continued to prolong her agony as it was only his fingers that traced up and down her pussy lips, slowly moving from top to bottom. It felt like an electrical shock to her sensitive, inexperienced body and she trembled from head to toe when he prised her lips apart and blew down on her protruding clit. She was shivering, and not from the cold, but for all her dread, for all her shame and embarrassment, she couldn't deny that his touch was arousing a desire in her that she had never known.

As if he was unable to deny himself another taste, his hands lifted her higher until she could feel his wet tongue slide along her even more wet pussy. She told herself that it was the natural reaction of her body that caused her to try to lift herself even more to reach his mouth.

He was just as aware of what she was doing and responded in kind, his tongue washing her whole cunt with renewed vigour. Several times it flicked over her sensitive clit before sliding back down to her moist opening. They both knew her body wanted this, even as he lapped at her flowing juices and she struggled to keep control of her conscience.

As his tongue slid inside her, she again lifted her hips to receive it gratefully, suddenly aware that she wanted more. But he seemed content to use only his tongue at that moment, seeming to fuck her with it in slow, deliberate thrusts. The last thing she expected him to do at that moment was shock her even more, but he did when he slid a finger between her round cheeks and massaged her most private spot, pressing on it with the lightest of force. Her face burned in shame when the tip of his finger pushed through her tight ring but they both moaned aloud when they felt the tightness around his digit.

"That's for later, Sister. Now it's time for what we've both been waiting for."

Closing her mind to what she thought he meant about later, she realised the moment had finally come. He lowered her to the bed and she tried not to look as he once again released his cock from its confines and she once again gasped in fright, in shock, in anticipation. It looked so hard, so big and she wondered how it would ever fit inside her. She had nothing to compare it to, of course, but it just looked so menacing. He took it in his hand and rubbed it against her wetness, sliding it up and down, jousting with her equally engorged clit. She was already more sensitive than she could stand, more hungry with desire, and her moans began to rise in volume once again, her Sisters forgotten about in her lust.

As she looked down between her legs she knew it was wrong, very wrong, but her body wanted him so badly right then. She could no longer deny the outpouring of her juices, could no longer hide from the wet spot that was growing beneath her. And she knew that he must be equally aware of her hunger. Her hips were bucking against his throbbing cock, trying to swallow it between her lips, as his balls became even more soaked

"Are you ready, Sister? I'm going to make love to you now. I'm going to slide my cock into your virgin pussy and fuck you. Is that what you want?"

Hearing his words seemed to startle her back into righteousness, even as he kissed her neck, his hot breath tormenting her, even as felt the sinful wetness between her thighs. Raising her head, looking down at his thick cock, imagining it inside of her, she shook her head.

"No! This is all wrong. I'm a virgin. You're not supposed to do this to me."

"That's ok, Sister, he reassured her. "I don't suppose I'm supposed to do this to anyone and you wouldn't want me to visit any of the others, would you? But don't worry, I promise I'll be gentle. OK?"

He didn't expect a response and didn't wait for one. Instead he kissed her on her lips, sliding his tongue into her startled mouth. Surprised she may have been, but no more than he was when she kissed him back, their tongues fighting with each other for supremacy.

"So you do want it, then?" he said, pulling away a little.

Sister Maria knew she didn't want it, knew with all her soul that she didn't. But why then was her body betraying her and begging for him to do exactly what he wanted to do? Her pussy was tingling and aching for his cock. She knew it and he knew it.

Again, he didn't wait for an answer. Pushing his cock against her wet slit once more, he eased himself in as slowly and as carefully as possible. He watched her face, her eyes, her ever-growing nipples, inching in further, stretching her lips around his thick cock.

She could feel her body trying to accommodate him, trying to let him in while her mind screamed against the intrusion. Biting her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out, she shocked them both when her legs instinctively rose up and wrapped themselves around him, pulling him in even deeper than before. There had been some momentary pain but that was gone now, and she simply felt full. She wanted him now, there was no denying it, and she bowed her head in shame as she whispered to herself, "God, forgive me."

To him, all she said was, "please fuck me."

If she could have seen his face behind his ski mask she would have seen the delight on his face but still he knew he had to take things slowly. In and out of her tight, tight pussy he moved, her juices lubricating his way. Only when they had been sliding in and out for some time and she was practically squeezing the life out of him with her legs did he begin to quicken the pace.

He grabbed hold of her tits, pushing himself back from her just a little, using her breasts as leverage, he began to lose control. As he thrust in deeper and faster, she marvelled at the sight of him above her, trying to look down between their sweaty bodies to see his cock moving in and out of her no-longer-virgin body. It felt wrong. It felt wicked. It felt so, so good.

Now he was the one who had to be careful and not make too much noise as he grunted and groaned with the effort, fucking her harder and harder. Releasing her breasts to gain more balance, he placed his hands on either side of her writhing body, racing to finish before they were discovered.

He knew he was close. Sister Maria knew something was about to happen and it felt very much like it had when he had licked her pussy earlier, but she wasn't prepared for what happened next. With one final, deeper than ever thrust, his cum erupted inside of her as he pumped more and more into her waiting body. He was riding the crest of a wave when suddenly her pussy seemed to close tight around his cock, her whole body shook, and she kissed him hard to stop herself from screaming in orgasmic delight.

One and on it went before finally it subsided, and he collapsed on top of her, their breathing struggling to recover.

When eventually he could speak again he looked down on her beautiful face.

"That was the best ever, Sister. I knew you would be magnificent."

She delighted in his praise, secretly proud of herself, even as her conscience kicked in again and her face flushed with horror at what she had just done. While her shame was overwhelming, there was yet another new sensation to follow. After a few moments of lying beneath her assailant, she felt him move just a fraction and his softening cock began to slide from her battered pussy. She could never have imagined how that would feel, had never even thought of it in her dirtiest dreams but now as he raised his body off her own, she suddenly felt empty, deprived.

"Are you going to leave now?" she dared to hope.

"Oh no, Sister. There's still much more for you to discover. But I will release you from the cuffs as long as you promise to remember not to make a sound and remember that I still have my knife."

The poor nun would have promised anything to be allowed to climb off that bed, to be allowed to cover her nakedness, to cover her sin. And, no, she hadn't forgotten about the knife.

"I promise."

The relief as the cuffs were unlocked and her arms were slowly brought to her sides was immense. She hadn't realised how long she had been tied to her bed and now it felt as if her arms had barely any power left in them. Even so, she forced herself to climb off the bed and tried to wrap her tattered habit around her body.

"What do you want from me now? Haven't you done enough already? Haven't you defiled me enough."

"Don't look at it like that. Try to see this whole experience as a broadening of your horizons."

He didn't speak unkindly. In fact, in any other circumstances she might have even liked the quiet assurance of his words. But he was still in control and his next words confirmed that.

"Kneel down, Sister," he ordered. "Now it's your turn to do something for me."

She did as she was told but still didn't understand what was going to happen, even when he walked forward and stood only inches away from her. His dripping cock was now directly in front of her face and she tried to look anywhere but at it.

"I want you to suck it, Sister."

She almost burst out laughing until she realised that he was serious.

"I'm not doing that! That's disgusting!"

He had anticipated her refusal and had already picked up his knife. Now he brought it into her line of sight.

"You'll do as you're told, Sister. Or do you want me to go to the room next door and see who is available there? Maybe she'll be more obedient."

Sister Maria knew exactly who was next door, the new novice Theresa. There was no way she could allow such an innocent girl to become involved in this. She knew what she had to do.

"I've never done anything like this before," she pleaded.

"Of course you haven't, Sister, but I'm sure it will come naturally to you. Just like fucking did."

She shivered at his crude words, ashamed because she knew they were true. She looked again at his cock, certain that it was growing again, getting hard again. Was that what the thought of defiling her mouth did for him? Or was it the thought that he would be the only man who has ever done this to her?

She looked up at him, begging one last time not to have to do this. But her beautiful face, framed as always by her black veil did nothing but arouse him even more and he was desperate to see her lips wrapped around his almost erect cock.

He took it in his hand and pointed it at her mouth, wondering for just a moment if she was going to defy him after all. But then she took a deep breath, as if to steel herself for what she had to do and pursed her lips. He smiled at her as his cock twitched in response.

Very, very reluctantly she wrapped her surprisingly small hand around his hard shaft. At least, it looked small compared to his ever-growing length. She could feel how hard it was underneath yet was amazed how soft and smooth the skin felt within her grasp. Instinctively she began to move her hand up and down on it and he could barely believe that she had never done this before.

When he was fully erect he put one hand on the top of her head and pushed her down towards his cock. As she did so, she hadn't realised that her habit had partially slipped from the hand that was trying to hold it together and he was treated to the wonderful sight of her naked breasts once again.

She prayed silently to God that he might give her the strength to do what was required then wondered if anyone had ever prayed for the strength to give a blowjob before. Still not sure what she should do, she tentatively kissed the tip of his cock and once again it twitched in her hand.

"Do it now, Sister. Take me in your mouth."

Realising that she could put it off no longer, she opened her mouth and her soft lips slid over his cock. He watched as it disappeared into her warm mouth and it took all his strength not to thrust forward at that moment, especially when her tongue slid over the very sensitive tip. Just as he had suspected, she was taking to cock sucking like a natural.

Not sure if this was what he wanted, she slid her lips further down his shaft until she felt him pushing against her throat. Instantly she pulled back, but her lips remained tight around him. He had imagined that he would have had to encourage her at this point, instruct her even, but she seemed to have found her own rhythm, fucking him with her mouth as enthusiastically as she had fucked him on the bed moments before. Her eyes never left his and, even though he had cum already, he knew that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. His balls were tingling, and he could feel his cum starting to rise.

With great reluctance he pulled back from her and, once again, she felt the absence of a man's cock. Her mind and body were a potent mix of shame and desire and she knew which one was winning.

"Thank you, Sister. I'm ready. Now it's time to get you ready. Stand up, please."

The poor nun did as she was told, terrified at the thought of what was about to happen, terrified, disgusted and desperate in equal measure.

He suddenly grabbed her by the arms, holding her full, womanly body against his, grinding against her as she tried to wriggle free. Kissing her neck, he reached one hand up to hold her there while his other hand explored her body again, moving eagerly from her plump arse to her smooth thighs, all the way up to her pussy. It seemed to her that his hands were everywhere, finally resting on her breasts before releasing them and walking round her trembling body, feasting on her feminine charms with his greedy eyes.

"Close your eyes, Sister."

Knowing that he still had his knife, knowing that he could still attack the other nuns, she did as she was told. She felt one finger trailing across her body and could not stop the moan of unwanted pleasure that escaped her mouth when he dipped that finger down between her very moist lips. As if to remind her how wet she was, he played with her pussy for a few seconds before he brought his finger to his mouth to taste her juices, making such an exaggerated sucking sound that she was left in no doubt as to what he was doing. When he repeated this but brought his finger to her own mouth moments later, she tried to resist.

"You know better than that, Sister. Open your mouth," he commanded as he smeared her juices over her lips. She had no choice and soon she was cleansing his finger of her own juices. It was only as the horror of her taste engulfed her senses that she realised she had already tasted herself on his cock. Her shame reached new heights as she realised how low she had sunk.

"Now keep them closed," he instructed as he reached into his bag once more and pulled out a blindfold. Wrapping it around her head, he made sure she could see nothing before he took her by the wrists, pulled them behind her back and used the handcuffs that were still lying on the bed to secure them. He felt her tense in fear and anticipation and his cock twitched in impatience.

Moving her back on to the bed, it took him no time to get her positioned just as he wanted her, on her knees, with her head down on the bed and her amazing arse high in the air. His hands gently spread her cheeks wide, exposing her dirtiest hole to his delighted sight. Although it was a sight he knew he would never forget, he couldn't let the opportunity pass without taking another photo.

As Sister Maria heard the tell-tale click of the camera, she shuddered with humiliation, all too aware that he had recorded parts of her body that no-one had ever seen before. And certainly not in this position, her most private spot lewdly exposed for anyone to see.

Without another moment's hesitation, he spread her heavenly cheeks even wider and pushed his eager tongue hard up inside her hole. She nearly screamed in shock, only stopping herself by burying her face in her pillows. Her backside instinctively clenched against the invader but that only seemed to delight him more. After a few seconds he reluctantly removed his mouth from between her cheeks and softly spanked her right cheek.

"Did you like that?"

"God forgive me," thought Sister Maria. In her heart of heart's she knew that she had. But even then she couldn't admit this to herself or to her tormentor and shook her head violently from side to side, not trusting herself to speak.

"Lying is a sin, Sister," he said as he spanked her other cheek, a little more forcefully.

"Did you like having my tongue up your arse?"

The poor nun knew that nothing had ever felt so good but still she couldn't say the words. He realised she wasn't going to answer so grabbed her cheeks and spread them firmly apart, positioning my fingers around her anus to maximise the gaping and maximise her humiliation. She was so tense, he smiled as she instinctively tried to clench her cheeks but that just seemed to make her tightest hole wink at him. He smiled to himself behind his mask because he knew he still had time to enjoy himself.

"I won't do it, Sister, unless you ask me too. What do you want?"

"I want you to lick me," the nun said, the tears of shame running down her face.