Date: Tue, 5 Jan 2021 23:25:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Habits

This story was borne as a result of recent and fairly recent news articles
that I ran across. Unlike the articles, this story does not specifically
identify the players or cast disparaging remarks about any specific
institution or it's members. It's only a story and has no relevance in my
life or anyone I know. Happy New Year.  N-joi.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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For the most part, all you hear about are the priests or rector's molesting
boys, always the priests and always boys. I can tell you this, it isn't
just the priests. Nuns are, in my experience, stan's witches incarnate
regardless of which religious affiliation. Bitches all; mean, sadistic,
angry unhappy bitches from hell. The priests were almost like benefactors,
caretakers of us, comparably speaking although they never seemed to
intervene on our behalf.

Those nun were fucking hell but sometimes a priest would take you under his
wing, which led, to his blankets, to a bed and then a bed without
clothes. Most of the priests that abused me were kind enough. Wanted a
friendly relationship, a warm body next to theirs and a tight hole to bury
their priestly boners in or a nice cock to be buried in their tabernacle,
take your pick. Most of them worked both sides of that isle.

Let's look at the word abuse for a moment. Understand that for the most
part, I was more than happy to engage with them, nuns and priests, a lot of
kids were. But regardless of complicity, legally, it was still abuse.

It seemed like all the nuns wanted was to inflict pain. That's it. Sure, it
was under the guise of discipline or suffering for our lord but pain is
pain. They wanted to hurt you and they generally succeeded. Unless you were
a golden child, a favorite. That was me.

So, there I was, checking in the very first day, to school that is. I'd had
some difficulties in my previous school as well as the village where I
lived. It was determined that being in a religion affiliated boarding
school 500 miles from home would be in everyone's best interest. Any acting
up I might choose to engage in would be dealt with quickly and harshly.

The school was on a 200 acre campus surrounded by lush forest. It only
accepted children up to and through age 13. Older children went to an
entirely different school 100 miles away. Although they had been combined
for 50 years it was determined that it was safer for younger kids if the 14
& up's were somewhere else. Safer? Yeah, right.

The first stop after the admission paperwork was done, was the nurses
office. In the waiting room were two other people, a girl and a boy. The
boy was absolutely gorgeous. He was small statured, looked to be 9 or 10
years old with beyond shoulder length wavey blonde hair, deep blue eyes,
and pink tinged lips. He looked more like a girl than the girl in the
room. He also seemed a little scared, not that I could blame him.

The girl was probably the same age or slightly older, slender, freckles on
a face that wasn't all that cute. We barely got to check each other out
before an inner door slammed open and in marched a nun, the robes of her
habit flowing around her, a large crucifix bouncing around on her chest.

"Follow me," she demanded and went back through the door, the 3 of us
following. Down a hall we went and into another room where another nun were
waiting and like the first nun, the second wore a frown on her face. As an
adult I would not remember ever seeing a nun smile, even after I had fucked
the shit out her.

"I am Sister Mary Agnes," said the middle aged nun that was already in the
room, "and Sister Mary Francis. We need to get some basic physical
information for the record. Please strip down to your underpants.

"But the boys," the girl all but cried out. In the blink of an eye the
younger of the nuns brought a ruler down on the desk top with a loud
crack. Anybody who knows anything about nun knows that the ruler is their
weapon of choice.

"You will do as you're told without any sound what so ever," the nun
growled. We did as we were told and just stood there, the girl with her
arms across her chest to cover tits that she didn't have. The boys' hands
were clasped in front of his little bulge. I didn't bother. I pretty much
figured what was coming besides, I wasn't the least bit embarrassed, in
fact, quite the opposite. The nuns tried to hide their expressions when
they first saw me in my briefs and continued to cast sideways glances. I
imagined that their sacred pussies were beginning to drip.

We went through the general height, weight, waist stuff, one nun doing the
measuring and calling out the numbers while the other one wrote the
information down.  When she measured my inseam the nun had no compulsion
about pressing her fingers against my balls and in fact seemed to bump
against them a couple of times. She did the same with the young boy. She
commented about cutting the young boys' hair off but the older nun shook
her head.

"Father Daniel would have a fit if he found out. He likes them like that.

"Alright, take your underpants off," the seemingly lead nun said.

"But sister," the girl started to say and got swacked across the back of
her thighs with the ruler.

"I won't warn you again," the second nun said sternly. Without ceremony I
shucked my briefs and stood upright. The young boys eyes about popped out
of his pretty little head and the girl all but stared. Even the nuns
blinked and one of them got flush in the face.

The little boy stared at the girl once her panties were gone. She had tried
to cover her pussy but the nun forbade it. I didn't even bother to
look. I'd seen plenty of smooth pussy and in fact it's one of the reasons
I'd gotten in trouble, pussy that is. Well, and smoothie boys too.

The measuring nun then reached out and gently held my cock in her hand then
used a measuring tape. "Flaccid length 5.75 inches," she said. The nun was
trying to sound casual but I heard the catch in her voice. "Testicles
appear to be above average in size and fully distended," she said then
cupped my sac, "and in weight." I kept as neutral as possible while she
felt me up but I could feel my cock begin to shift. "Pubic hair mass is
brown and equal in size to a 15 year old or older.

The nun went through the process with the little boy as well but was in a
bit of a hurry because he'd started to bone up. She went through the same
process with him that she had with me, getting measurements, stating he had
no hair and his testicles were beginning to descend.

From there, they had the girl get on an exam table and put her feet in some
contraction that kept her legs spread wide open which in turn opened up her
smooth little pussy. The girl was clearly mortified, the boy was rock hard
and even my cock was starting to respond. I mean, we were only a few feet
away and could see clear up to Christmas.

The one nun went about examining the girl and calling out
information. "Breast buds in beginning stages, heart and lungs seem fine,"
and on she went. At the girl's feet she leaned in close and sniffed the
little girl's pussy and declared the scent to be normal. She peeled the
lips open, rubbed the girl's clit causing the girl to gasp then slipped a
finger up the girl's cunt.

"Hymen is gone," she declared then to the girl said, "have you been doing
dirty things with boys young lady."

"Wh wh what do you mean."

"You know what I mean. Have you let boys put their hard penises in your
cunny." Mind you that the nun now had 2 fingers in the little girl's cunt
and in fact she was moving them in and out, fingering the little girl who
denied letting a boy fuck her. "What about other objects like hair brushes,
carrots and the like. The little girl was starting to pant a little heavier
at the frigging while she shook her head and denied having used anything
down there.

The nun finally took her fingers out of the little girl's cunt then
actually sniffed them before examining her asshole which she declared to be
clean and normal. She finally had the little girl get off the table and
turned to me and blinked twice. My cock was fully hard and standing tall
and proud in front of my belly.

"Let's get an erect length of the boys' penis," the writing nun said. The
other then placed the measuring tape in my pubic hair then against the head
of my cock. She practically gulped when she said "7½ inches." Hell, I
could have told her that.

"We should get a semen sample," the writing nun said. "Might as well do it
during the prostate exam." They had me get on the table and like the girl,
put my feet in the contraption which I would learn later were call
stirrups. The nun lubed up a finger then stepped between my spread legs and
stuff the finger up my ass. It was a little abrupt but I'd had bigger
things up my ass and besides, I wouldn't give the bitch the satisfaction by
registering any emotion what so ever.

She grasped onto my cock with her other hand and began to jack me off while
fingering my asshole. She declared my prostate normal but didn't take her
finger out and kept rubbing it against that hot spot in my ass, which I
figured out was my prostate. I may not have known the names but I was very
familiar with the feelings and it didn't take long before I shot a giant
wad of sperm up onto my chest. The two other kids were standing close and
watched the entire show and gasped loudly when I came.

The first jet was followed by 4 more until things slowed down to a drip and
left me panting loudly on the table. The writing nun captured some sperm in
a small bottle while the other jerked her finger out of my ass and wiped up
my cum, sniffing it in the process. I was surprised that she didn't taste
it.

They finally had us get dressed then we were led off to our dorm rooms,
girls in one wing, boys in the other. Fortunately, they put us boys
together. As we unpacked our meager clothes we got to know each other. His
name was Zachariah but he went by Zac, he was 10 years old, the oldest of 3
siblings and the only boy. His mother had decided to send him to private
school because of being picked on in the neighborhood by ruffians who
wanted him to be another hooligan.

I told him my name was Killian MacMillan that I generally went by Killian
but sometimes people called me Mac. I was 13 years old and got sent here
instead of going to a home for boys who got into trouble. I didn't
elaborate on that.

"I've never seen a girl's thingy before Kilian, it made me get a boner." I
chuckled a little at that. "What was that white stuff that came out of your
penis Kilian?" I explained sperm to him which of course prompted the usual
questions regarding his bodily functions. Turned out the kid had never even
jacked off before. It should be noted that this story took place a good 20
years before the internet was invented.

Zac asked other questions about what the nuns had done to us so I explained
things to him. The kid was sweet, cute, and totally unaware of what the
world was all about.

"Well what do we have here," a voice said from the doorway. We'd had our
backs to the door so turned to see 3 boys my age pressing into the room and
closing the door behind them. I was pretty large for a kid my age and the
oldest of our new guests was as big as me but much fatter. He walked up to
Zac and ran his fingers through the boys long hair then tugged it hard.

"I am definitely going to fuck you fairy boy," he said with menace in his
still high pitched voice. He turned to me and said, "you got a problem with
that?" I shook my head.

"No, I don't." Zac looked grief stricken and the boy got a smug look on his
face until I said, "but you might."

His expression took a minute to change as he assimilated what I'd said but
before he could do anything I snagged him, spun him around and caught him
in a full nelson then slammed him against a wall and kicked a foot out wide
to prevent his having any leverage.

"Tell your pals to back the fuck off," I growled in his ear. He was
squealing like a stuck pig but managed to convey the message. "You won't
ever touch my friend again. If you do I'll put you in the infirmary. Got
it?" He tried to nod his head. "Say it out loud." He managed to squeak out
an answer. I stepped back and turned him around then let go, pushing him
away from me and into his friends, all 3 tumbling to the floor.

"Get your raggedy asses up off my floor and out of my room. Don't ever come
in here again unless you've been invited, got it?"  It seemed to me that
they couldn't get out of the room fast enough while Zac stood there with
his chin on his chest. When he finally looked at me his eyes conveyed
nothing but total adoration.

"How did you do that Kilian?" I explained that I'd been wrestling since I
was 7, it being one of the most popular sports in our part of the world,
and I'd excelled at it.

MEANWHILE:

Classes had let out for the day and Sister Benedict had young Seamus stay
after class. After locking the classroom door she returned to her
desk. "You seemed to have difficulty sitting still today," she said to the
boy standing in front of her. The 9 year old hung his head.

"Yes Sister." Nothing more needed to be said. The nun reached out and undid
the boys pants and tugged them down to his ankles along with his
underwear. He kicked his shoes off then stepped out of his clothing, his
young cock already on the rise in anticipation. The sister moved her hand
to cup his smooth young balls then stroke his coles, skinning the foreskin
back and forth over the head. She then guided the boy to lay across her
lap.

The nun proceeded to fondle the boys' butt cheeks, reveling in the sight
and feel of his glorious little butt. She made sure that his feet were
apart then brought her hand down on his creamy white cheeks with a
crack. The boy jerked and she struck him again, then again. The little boy
began to cry softly, knowing that if he made too much noise the punishment
would be more harsh.

The Sister then rubbed his little butt as if to sooth it. She let her
fingers slid down across his puckered little asshole and onto his balls
which she rubbed some more. She then delivered 3 more sharp slaps to his
tender butt before standing him upright. As the boy quietly sobbed she
leaned down and began sucking his cock, loving the feel of the stiff young
flesh in her mouth.

After a good minute of sucking she stood and led him by the hand to 2
person antique wooden bench. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and tugged
her bra up over her tit and bade the boy lay across her lap and guided his
head to her swollen nipple.

A huge feeling of warmth flooded her body as the little boy nursed. The
Sister reached down and went back to work on the boys' genitals, fondling
and stroking which seemed to spur on his suckling. The boy eventually had a
dry orgasm, shaking and quaking and whimpering, his mouth still attached to
the nipple.

MEANWHILE:

Carlina Mendez had gone to the nurses office where Sister Agnes was going
through a student chart.

"Tummy again," the sister asked and the 11 year old nodded her head. Sister
had the girl sit on the examination table and unbutton her blouse. Normally
Carlina would be wearing a training bra, but not that day so her young,
barely forming titties were fully exposed, the nipples already beginning to
engorge. The nun placed a stethoscope on her breast and listened intently
while her free hand fondled the other side, gently pinching the now fully
swollen nipple. Carlina gasped slightly but certainly not from pain. The
nun leaned in and suckled one breast, teasing the nipple with her teeth.

The nun then put the stethoscope on a rolling tray and had Carlina lay down
and gently prodded the girl's tummy. She raised the girl's skirt and
exposed her hairless pussy, Carlina's panties left in her dorm room like a
good little girl. Sister had the girl put her feet in the stirrups and
examined her pussy.

Carlina's vulva was maturing, filling out as nature intended and the girl
would soon be beyond the age and stage that the nun preferred on
girls. Sister Agnes noted the few scraggly hairs beginning to grow close to
her puffy slit as well as the girls clit, which was still small but also
maturing. Sister peeled the girl open then leaned down, pressed her face
against the preteen flesh and began eating Carlina's pussy, licking and
sucking everything she came which of course included the girl's little
rosebud, her clitty.

"Oh Sister Agnes," the girl groaned as she bucked her hips up to meet the
probing mouth, "you are making me feel so queerly."

"Your pussy is so sweet my girl and makes me want more." Sister Agnes
worked her eager tongue into the girl's cunt and savoring the sweet taste
of a pussy verging on womanhood. The nun stopped and went to a cabinet
unlocking it and rummaging around until she came out with medium sized
vibrator. She returned to the girl and flipped it on the slipped it inside
Carlina's tender young cunt then moved her upper body in order to kiss on
the young girl, then suck on her titty then go back to kissing.

It didn't take long before the girl was thrashing on the table and crying
out, taking the lord's name in vain, a matter which the old cunt in the
habit ignored. By the thinking of many of the nuns as well as the priests,
cursing during sexual expression wasn't taking the lord's name in vain but
rather calling out in praise of our lord for creating the ability to
experience such pleasure. Of course that was as much bullshit as some
people insisting that a certain president was mandated by god to be in that
seat. Bullshit, horse shit and pig shit.

TO THE BOYS:

A knock at our door interrupted the conversation Zac and I were
having. "Come" I called out, a term I'd learned from an old neighbor who'd
served in the military. The door opened and the kid I'd smacked down was
standing there, a bruise showing on his forehead from hitting the wall.

"I am to show you around the campus and then to the dining hall." I
plastered a smile on my face.

"Excellent, that is very kind of you," I said. I saw the confused
expression on Zac's face. I learned long ago that there were two ways to
deal with those whom you'd had beaten in combat, or whatever. Carry an
attitude and puff your chest out which does nothing but antagonize the
other person. Or consider the matter over and done, no hard feelings which
was more likely to prevent future problems. It was like in
wrestling. Somebody won which meant somebody lost. It wasn't personal,
mostly, it was a job. It was quite simple.

"I'm Kilian," I said, extending a hand as I got to the door, "this is Zac."

"Armand Beasley," the kid said taking my hand but doing so
softly. "Everybody calls me Beasley or just Beez."

For the next half hour the boy took us around the campus and identified the
various building. We ran into a priest or two and a handful of nuns and if
we were stopped Beez introduced us. When we were out of earshot the boy was
give us bits of information about them; their attitude, proclivity to
punishment, who to avoid if possible and who was friendly.

"That's the rectory," Beez said as we passed by the building, "where all
the priests live, and the building next to it is where the nuns
live. Pretty convenient if you ask me." I didn't need to ask what he meant.

"Both of you will most likely be called to see the Rector after dinner." I
asked why and we stopped walking. "Two reasons. One is this," he pointed to
the bruise on his forehead. "I tried to lie about how I got it but one of
the boys I was with finked me out. Sister bitches, who is really sister
Beatrice gave me a whipping for it. Ass still hurts. Father Daniel will
want to talk to you about it. Nothing will happen to you because it's all
my fault.

"The second reason is he'll come up with a reason to see your cocks. He
always tries to check out the new boys. If you got a big dick..."

"He does, it's huge," Zac said, interrupting Beez. I shot him a look and
Beez shot me a grin. Zac apologized.

"Anyway," Beez continued, "If he likes you, you'll be visiting more
often. And you," he said pointing to Zac, "will most definitely be invited
to visit. Father Daniel loves young boys with long hair because they look
more like girls." Zac got a little pissy about the "girl" statement but
Beez put his hands up. "I'm just telling you, that's all." He paused then
added, "you really are cute as fuck you know." Back to me he said,

"If you really do have a big dick you'll be a hit with the nuns and the
priests." He went on to say that both the nuns and the priests cornered
kids every day and did sex things with them or had kids play sexy with each
other, just like they punished kids every day, sometimes for nothing.

"Nobody liked the punishment, well mostly nobody. A lot of the kids, boys
mostly, don't mind the sex part and others do but nobody talks about it
because they'll get beaten. There's stories about kids being killed here
and buried in the woods."

Along our route Beez introduced us to other boys but rarely to girls. The
two weren't supposed to mix except in class. We stopped in an out of the
way boys room to piss and sidled up to a piss trough where another young
boy was finishing up. He saw Beez and nodded to the stalls and I then
noticed 2 sets of feet in the end one, both facing the same direction. Beez
looked at me then began poking a finger through the ring and index finger
of his other hand, the universal sign for fucking.

"Priest," Beez called out. The boys in the stall squeaked and there was all
kinds of rustling and one of the boys came out tucking his shirt into his
uniform pants. Beez laughed.

"Asshole," the kid said to Beez, "I was almost ready to cum." Beez asked
who he was fucking and the boy said, "Tommy. Who are you," he said to
me. Beez introduced us then pointed to his forehead.

"He gave it to me."

"I'm gonna give you another one ya prick." To me he said, "Cool, good job
Kilian, the dickhead deserves it," and walked out. We unzipped and pulled
out and Beez let out a slow whistle.

"Zac wasn't lying, how big is it when it's hard." he told me. He indicated
his own small Kilianbby dick and just shook his head. "Some boys have it
all. I wouldn't mind having a go with it; if you do boys I mean." I gave
him a smile that said anything was possible but otherwise didn't say a
word. I didn't see myself ever doing anything with the kid. Zac on the
other hand, I was all for sexing with him.

"Check this out," he said as he finished pissing. He turned his back to us
and dropped his pants and briefs and revealed his chubby ass which was
crossed with red lines turned into welts. "Cane," he said. "You'll want to
avoid giving them reason to use it on you," he said as he tugged his
clothing back into place, albeit carefully. "not that they need a reason."

"Fucker," a boy said to Beez as he came out of the stall. Cute kid, flaming
red hair and a pale face, maybe 11 or 12 years old.

"Sorry Tommy," Beez said as the kid headed out the door, raising an arm
above his head and giving us the finger.

"So this boys room is a very popular place because it's out of the
way. Great place to catch some cock sucking or fucking, you never
know. Problem is, the priest and nuns know about it and believe me, the
nuns have no problem waltzing right just like they had a dick. None of them
come down very often though so boys use it quite a bit.

"I've heard stories about getting caught down here and I've seen it happen
to other boys. I been here a couple times when a priest came in. I watched
him yank a kid out of a stall. If a priest comes in and doesn't smell shit
and a boy is in the stall he figures the kid is beating off, which is
pretty true; boys don't come in here to take a shit."

"Anyway, he pulled the boy out, a 10 year old kid I knew from some
classes. He pushed the boy to a sink and bend him over, hikes is robes up
and shoved his cock in the boys ass and started fucking him right in front
of me. A lot of priests go naked under their robes just in case an
opportunity pops up. No joke intended. Some of the nuns to too."

"Anyway, the kid was crying cuz the priest didn't use lube or anything but
it couldn't have been too bad. I've seen that priests dick and it ain't
that big. So the kid is crying; the priest is banging is ass like a bass
drum and all of sudden the kid goes,

"Oh God Father, fuck me hard. I've been a bad boy father, fuck my ass with
your big cock, punish me." The kid is trying to look over his shoulder at
the priest, tears rolling down his face and he's pushing back against the
priest, really wanting it. I'm just standing there staring as the priest
pounds the kid.

"Get over here and get your mouth on this boys' cock," the priest says to
me. "I was sort of new here and terrified of them so got down on my knees
under the kid and started sucking his cock. "Feel my balls boy," the priest
growled at me so I felt on his balls while he was fucking the boy.

"I'm gonna cum father," the kid finally says, "Make me cum father, make me
cum. Well, they both finally cummed, the priest pulls out of the kid,
doesn't even check his dick for shit or anything, drops his robes and walks
out like nothing happened. The kid asked me to check for blood and I did
but he was okay."

"Some crazy shit happens here Kilian, you'll see. Just watch your back."  I
asked Beez if any crazy shit had happened to him and he shook his head, a
somewhat sad expression on his face.

"Not really. Most of them don't care much for a fat fuck with a small
dick. If anything I get the ruler or a leather strap. They tend to pick on
kids that aren't cute, are just plain ugly, or overweight. There is a
priest that likes chubbies so I get my dick sucked or I get some fuckin
from time to time." I understood why the kid was a bully and I felt sorry
for him.

"Look, Beez," I said, giving him full eye contact, "I can't do anything
about your dick but I can help you get a better body." I thought the boy
was going to cry.

"Really Kilian, you'd do that for me?" I nodded my head. He moved in and
hugged me really tight.

 Dinner was uneventful, I met a bunch of other boys and got welcomed.  As
we were leaving one of the nuns called me to one side and told me that the
Rector wished to see me and gave me directions. "Gird your loins boys,"
Beez called out quietly as Zac and I headed to the rectory.

MEANWHILE:

Sister Mary Ignatius had led a 9 year old girl to an unused room in the
basement. Actually the room was used, just not for schoolwork, unless you
counted hands on sex education. It had its own bathroom and an old
fashioned metal framed bed and was easy to get to without a lot of prying
eyes. Leah was familiar with the room, sister Ignatius' proclivities, and
the newly minted 13 year old boy named Marvin who was waiting for them in
the room, naked but for briefs.

A relatively young nun at 26, the Sister was pretty good looking once you
got the goddamned habit off her. She had some nice titties and she kept her
pussy shaved smooth which most children appreciated. "Help get Leah
undressed," the nun said and while she got out of her clothes, the boy
helped get Leah naked.

When the nun was naked she told the girl to take Marvin's underpants off,
the tent in his briefs a clear indication of his own arousal. On her knees
the girl got the garment down and the boy stepped out of it. Sister
Ignatius admired the boys' body. He was slender, cute, and sported a nice
young boner that was nearing 5 inches. He had a tiny bit of hair growing at
the base of his pride and joy but his balls were smooth and hung quite
sweetly below it.

"Suck his cock," the nun said, her voice already thickening in lust. Leah
did as she was told and got to her knees and put her mouth over the boys'
raging hard cock. Sister stepped up to the boy, kissed him on the mouth
then offered him a tit which began sucking greedily while she fingered her
pussy.

Sister Ignatius loved girls and boys, especially in this combination; a
smooth pussy girl and a newly sperming boy. She loved watching boys his age
fucking hairless girls, showing young girls the pleasures of their bodies,
showing them what their tight little cunt's were used for.

As usual, Leah's mouth got sore but that was okay. She had Marvin lay at
the edge of the bed then bent over and began sucking his cock. Leah knew
what she was supposed to do and got on her knees behind the nun and began
licking her pussy.

"Oh yeah," the boy said, "suck my fuckin dick whore." Sister Ignatius loved
that kind of talk. As a young girl and into her teens, she'd shared her
pussy with plenty of boys and men, a few women and even a great Dane
once. She would remember for years the number of times that she came while
that huge dog fucked her with wild abandon.

Time for a change, Sister stood up and Marvin sat up. She took the boy into
her arm and kissed him hard, shoving her tongue half way down his
throat. Done, she turned and assumed the same position on the bed that
Marvin had just left. Both kids knew what to do.

Marvin got to his knees and pushed her legs open and began eating her
ecclesiastical pussy. Marvin loved oral sex whether it be eating pussy,
sucking cock, or rimming. He loved having pussy juice sliming all over his
face so always pressed it into a pussy as far as he could and still lick
and suck. He used his fingers to pry the shaved flesh open as far as he
could and worked it over with every tool in his oral repertoire.

Leah climbed on the bed and straddled the nun's face so that she could have
her smooth young pussy treated like it was giving forth life saving
medicine or something. In the young preteen's opinion sister Ignatius ate
pussy better than anyone, even the priests. The sister spared no effort to
try and get the little girl to cum with her mouth and tongue, sucking and
licking on the girl's sensitive clit and pushing her tongue at the tiny
orifice of her cunt hole. As long as she was there the nun took the time to
rim the girl, savoring the spunky funky taste that came being cooped up in
panties all day.

"I'm going to cum sister, I'm going to cum," Leah cried out and a moment
later she did exactly that, much to Sister Ignatius' joy.

"Get your cock in my cunt Marvin," the nun commanded. The boy did as he was
told and in a second he was pounding the nun's cunt, slithering his barely
teenage boner in and out of her warm we hole. The position was almost
perfect for the boy to stand in order to get the job done. Leah continued
to wail and shake as her young body was flooded with multiple orgasms which
the nun just went gaga over. The little girl came so easily and so
frequently once the first wave started. With her tongue in Leah's cunt she
could feel the girl's spasming.

After a bit Leah rolled off of Sister Ignatius' face in order to catch her
breath. "Move with me Marvin," she told the young teen and the two of them
slid further onto the bed. The boy knew his role well and slipped his arms
under the nuns legs and leaned forward and began to pound the holy fucking
jesus christ right out of her. Or into her. Either way the boy really put
his ass into it. The nun began screaming out as she started cumming. Marvin
could feel her cunt gripping his young cock like a vice as the muscle
spasmed against his favorite body part. It didn't take long before he was
cumming, firing his watery sperm into her.

"Are you going to eat his sperm out of my cunt Leah," the nun asked. It was
one of those things that both females enjoyed and so she got a head nod
from the girl. When Marvin pulled out of her Leah quickly moved between the
Sister's legs. The little girl got in close and as soon as she saw the
stuff coming out she got her mouth in there and began to catch it. There
wasn't much, but what there was the girl got.

Sister Ignatius finally had Leah move and the 3 just cuddled a little
bit. Marvin was still hard as a rock, not unusual for a 13 year old
boy. The nun asked to suck on his cock a little bit. "I want to taste my
cunt on your boner," she said. After she was done she asked the boy if he
had enough energy to fuck Leah.

"Damn right Sister," he responded, almost indignant that she would even ask
that question although he knew that the nun like talking like that.

"Oh goody," the girl said, clapping her hands. She lay back and of course
the boy had to eat her pussy, both for himself and for Leah. She was
typically easy to get heated up to fuck but part of it was his need to lick
her smooth slit and little clit. He peeled her open and worked her over
with as much intensity as he the nun. There wasn't nearly as much juice but
that didn't diminish the feel of the meat. It didn't long before the little
puss was thrashing about and all but demanding to get fucked.

Marvin got to his knees. Sister Ignatius straddled the girl's chest facing
the teen. She reached forward and caught the girl's calves and held her
legs back which also raised her pussy up, and thus her tender little cunt
hole. Holding the legs, the nun moved back so that her snatch was right
above Leah's face just as Marvin shoved his cock up her girl's cunt and
began to fuck her hard right from the get go.

Marvin loved fucking younglings. Their holes were so tight on his cock and
made the feelings so much better that fucking the nun's or even the priests
for that matter. Underneath the Sister's ass the little girl began to lick
and slurp, working the nun's cunt and her asshole while the boy fucked up
into a fog of hotness. It was quite an exercise and all the participants
shot up into hotness in a hurry.

Because he'd cum shortly before Marvin was able to hold of sperming a
little longer which in turn have Leah more opportunity to get to her own
cumming stage. Having the nun's pussy pressed against her face certainly
helped in that endeavor. A moment later Leah began shaking and quaking and
crying out. Her cunt gripping on Marvin's cock made the boy squirt, sending
what little sperm might be left in his smooth young balls up into the
little girl's cunt.

TO THE BOYS:

So, what's going to happen Killian," Zac asked as we walked to the
rectory. "Does somebody want to do stuff with me, with us?" I told him that
it appeared likely, yes, however I didn't know exactly. "Well I never done
any of the stuff that Beez was talking about and I'm kinda scared to."

"Mostly it's easy Zac, some cock sucking or getting your dick sucked. Might
be some fuckin but I guess we'll just have to see. I'll do my best to watch
your 6 which is a jet fighters way of saying he'll watch your back."

"Oh man Killian that would be great. "I'd let you suck my dick or I'd suck
yours if you'd teach me and wanted to." I put my arm around my should and
said, once again, "we'll have to see what happens." The idea of rolling
naked in a bed with his cock in my mouth caused my dick to stir.

We made it to the rectory and knocked on the massive wood door which was
opened almost before the sound of the knocking died away. A young priest in
clerical robes answered the door and when I stated our purpose for being
there he invited us in.

"The rector is down at the pool, if you will follow me please." Follow him
we did, along a long hallway and down a short set of stairs and through
another door and into a cavernous room. It looked like something out of
ancient Rome or Greece. The pool was huge and lights under the water
indicated a very ornate design in the tiles that lined it. The ceiling was
held up by rows of large white columns set some 20 feet back from the pools
edge, the ceiling above the pool itself half again as high as the rest of
ceiling. Lounging couches of wood or concrete were dotted all around the
pool along with the occasional table, all sitting on a tile floor that was
as ornate as the pool. At one end was a diving board and at the end where
we entered was a large round pool of water like a bathtub that could fit
maybe 10 people. The wall that contained it was probably 18 inches higher
than the floor so a short step encircled it. I would learn that it was
called a hot tub and the water was significantly warmer than the pool.

There were two people in the pool, an adult and what looked like a child
about Zac's age and in the bathtub part and elderly man with grey hair. It
was impossible to tell at that moment whether any of them wore swim suits
but I suspected not. As we approached the smaller body of water where the
old man lounged our guide said,

"Your guests father." The man looked at us then picked up a pair of wire
rimmed glass from the wide surface of the rim of the small pool, got them
and smiled at us.

"Thank you for coming," he said congenially. Like we had any choice in the
matter.

"Take your clothes off and climb in, it's quite relaxing." It wasn't an
invitation so much as a direct order.

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