Chapter 11 - The Nun


Dorothy had not been prepared for the difficult life and tasks that lay ahead of her in the service of Christ. 

 Every morning she woke up feeling free, till it was time to put on the restrictive and skintight dark robe that was given to her. Green eyes watching herself in the mirror, she was dismayed at just how large and eye-catching her breasts were, and how impossibly tight the robe was by comparison. 

 Today it was her turn to go shopping and so she went downstairs to drink some coffee and greet the rest of her sisters. It never amazed her just how busty and gorgeous they all were, though it made sense that it was mostly women born with such shameful and lewd bodies that hoped to make the best of them by serving God. 

 Sister Rachel gazed up at her, blue eyes dazzlingly beautiful in the morning light. “Sister Dorothy. Would you mind picking up some things for me? I’ve been thinking of baking something special for Father Louis.”

 Dorothy finished her coffee, then grabbed her phone and wallet and took off. It always felt unsafe to leave the sanctity of her convent, but some tasks just needed to be done. 

 She tried to keep her arms crossed as she walked down the street, not to distress strangers too much with her unseemly chest. It was only once she reached the bus stop that one of the homeless men roaming about the area got behind her and put his hands on her waist. “How are you, sister?”

“I’m fine, my child, thank you. How are you?”

 The man was not interested in talking. He just moved up his hands over the shimmering fabric of her robe and forced her arms away from her breasts so he could fondle her tits at leisure instead.  

 With the world watching, Dorothy stood there and allowed him to have his way with her chest and stroke at her nipples until they became hard enough to show through the robe. Dorothy did not enjoy these things but she knew it was her duty to accept them. This was the life she signed up for. 

 Once the bus came she excused herself and rushed to board and was lucky enough to find a seat. Just as she settled down, she could hear her phone ringing. “Sister Dorothy,” said the voice on the other line, “it’s me, Rachel. I forgot to add something to the list. Do you mind?”

“No, of course not, sister. Pl-” 

 The cock entered her mouth as she spoke out of nowhere and lodged itself into the depths of her throat. Dorothy had been too focused on the call to pay attention and now saw a man standing next to her as the bus went down the street, carelessly trying to shove the rest of his smelly shaft into her mouth.

 The drool trickled from her open mouth over her chin and then down onto the robe as his throbbing dick tickled the soft corridor of her throat.

“Sister Dorothy?” said Rachel. “Are you still there?”

“Ynngh!” She tried to put a word in each time the cock went on its way out. “Pleahhn~ Telhn!~  Ghhn~  Ghhn~ Muhnn~” 

 Rachel appeared to understand what was going on because she continued with her list as Dorothy slurped on the dick and tried to focus on committing the listed items to memory. Meanwhile, the man facefucking her just held her with both hands and pistoned her throat till the hnngs! and guacks! of her throat filled the entire bus.

 Finished with her list, Sister Rachel, “I will leave you now, Sister Dorothy. God bless you.”

“Anuugg bleshnggg yuckkk~” she responded during the rape of her throat. 

 The cock plunged deep into her throat and came and was still jizzing once it came out and sprayed the rest of the thick cum over her face and robe. The man held the leaking tip out of her to clean out and then put his dick back into his sweatpants.

“Sorry about that, sister. I’m just in a rush.” 

 Dorothy coughed and wiped the seed into her robe so the thick ropes would be less obvious. “It’s no worry, my child. None at all.” 

 Thankfully, no one interrupted her throughout her shopping and she even came home calmly despite the embarrassingly squishy and wet sounds of her cum-drenched robe. 

 As she entered the kitchen, Dorothy saw Father Louis taking Rachel from behind. Her robe had been lifted up so that her young ass was visible while the ancient priest fucked her with all the vigor of a young man in his breeding age. His hands were eagerly groping her tits, blue veins criss-crossing his pale and bony fingers.

“Dorothy!” he said happily. “We were just wondering where you were.” 

 Seeming a little annoyed at how hard she was being taken, Rachel looked over her shoulder. “Welcome back, sister. I’ll begin cooking at once.” 

 Dorothy looked away shamefully and, clasping her hands like a good girl, waited for the old priest to finish. 

 She heard not only the intense sloshing noises coming from Rachel’s ass as he finished up with a final flurry of thrusts, but the sound of his seed splashing across the floor once he took out and left her asshole gaping open. 

 Father Louis turned towards Dorothy instead. “My sweet child, have you been doing well?”

 Before she could even respond he slammed her down over the table and lifted up her robe. The head was already up inside her ass as the first words came out of her mouth, “I’m fine, Father…” 

 He spread her buns wide and prepared for a deep thrust. “There’s a lot of people coming in tomorrow. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Father. We’ve prepared.”

 He slammed into her so hard that Rachel came to take the plates that were clattering violently on the table. “Good,” he said, holding his throbbing dick as deep as he could inside of her as he prepared to fill her up in turn. “I want us to make a good impression on our flock.” 

 Dorothy gritted her teeth to withstand the pain and held onto the table so tightly that her fingers turned white. His cock was just so big that it was too much for her to withstand. “Father… Do you still… Want me to plug in your new monitor?” 

“Later, sister. I have some family that needs my help first.” 

 He lifted her up suddenly and laid her back on the table, then pulled her by the arms until her head was hanging off the edge. Dorothy opened wide knowingly and prepared her throat for what she knew was coming and could feel his fingers going over her neck to hold it firmly as his veiny shaft made its way through it.

 He throatfucked her on the table as Rachel began cooking and called out for the other sisters. The busty robed women all began to stream into the kitchen to help, and Dorothy could hear them all greet the old priest and saw him reach out to fondle the breasts of each one.

“I wish I could spend more time with you, sisters, but duty calls.” 

 He threw himself into her throat for one last time so deeply that Dorothy’s back arched in pained response and then dropped back down onto the table hard enough to make it creak. The bony old fingers choked her violently as he came, spilling every drop inside her stomach.

 Finished, Louis sighed and very gently withdrew from her throat. “Thank you for your help, sister. You can replace my monitor later in the evening during dinner.”

 Dorothy rose from the table, struggling to keep her balance, and straightened her soaked robe. “Of course, Father. I’ll get ready for the sermon.” 

 He pinched her cheek with two fingers as a grandpa might. “What a good girl you are.”
 As he took off to take care of his duties, Dorothy could see that his raging cock was still hard enough to lift up his robes in front of him.
