The Immaculate Deception (The Convent II)

The Immaculate Deception (The Convent II)
Sister Angelina was my favourite. I adored her with all my heart and while I loved and missed Mother Ingrid dearly I was overjoyed to be spending more time with Sister Angelina.


However things were somewhat different now. There was a kind of tension in the air and a hint of secrecy became obvious to me from some of the Nuns.


This made it difficult to discuss the events that had occurred on the night of Mother Ingrid’s death and I was confused and so wanted to talk to someone about it. Especially as my exercise routine had become increasingly more difficult to get through due to my fondness of Sister Angelina.


I guess this had become obvious to Sister Annabelle as it was not long after dear Mother Ingrid’s death that she approached me in the barn.


“Stephan, are you here. Oh there you are”


“Yes Sister Annabelle, what is it?”


“Please call me Annabelle, at least when we are alone anyways”


“What is it Annabelle, what can I do for you?”


“I would like to talk with you, about Dear Ingrid and the night she died and………”


“You were there?”


“Well no, but I talked with…..Oh that isn’t important. I have an incredible favour to ask of you dear Brother, but before I ask it I must explain some things. Firstly, you need not be embarrassed or ashamed about anything you sweet boy. You only know what you have been taught and the Nuns here have only ever tried to love and protect you.”


“I know that Annabelle? You seem upset?”


“Not upset, just nervous”


“Nervous? Why would you….”


“Please just listen and don’t interrupt”


“Ok Sister….erm I mean Annabelle”


She grinned and began a story that shocked me and also saddened me. You see before Angelina had met her and rescued her she lived and served in a very different way and in a very different place. She would pleasure men with her body for money, money that she handed over to her mother who would buy alcohol instead of paying the bills and buying groceries. Annabelle explained in great detail some of the horrific stories of some of her not so nice customers and what they would make her wear and do with her precious body as a 13 year old.


I began to cry hearing of her suffering all the while noticing that these horror stories had made my cock hard. I was annoyed at my cock, what an inappropriate time to spring to life.

“Oh dear Brother “she said taking out a hanky and wiping away my tears. “I do not tell you these things to upset you but that you may learn from my experience”

“Do you think I would become like one of these men?” I asked a little angrily


“Oh I’ve course not dear Brother. Believe it or not, not all of it was awful. Some men were very kind and said wonderful things about my face and my body. They made me feel nice and I guess I wanted to make these men feel nice. Anyway I am eternally grateful to the Nuns for rescuing me from that life and I have put all the hurt and anger behind me now. There is just one thing I cannot, no matter how hard I try, put behind me dear Stephan”


“What is that? Can I help you at all?”


“Well I hope so Brother. Every so often I get an overwhelming longing to feel a man’s cock in my pussy, this is one of the names they used for my vagina. I long to taste a man’s kiss and take his penis into my mouth. Oh I try not to think about it but then I find myself spying on you dear Brother as you shower, yearning to feel your big cock deep inside me.”


“But Annabelle” I paused nervously


“Go on Stephan”


“I saw you and mother Helena when you………in the…..”


“Chastity is such a tormenting burden from time to time, for a person who has experienced the bliss of orgasm and the pleasure of two bodies coming together in sexual harmony. There are a small number of Nuns who have made a kind of pact to be there for one another in times of temptation. To quell each other’s intoxicating urges before they drive us from our home at the convent into the sinful world in search of gratification that is tainted by a wicked world.”


I was incredibly naive and had led a sheltered life but I was convinced I know where this was going.


“Oh my dear tormented Annabelle” I said taking her into my arms.


I held her close for a few moments and then kissed the top of her head. She looked at me pleadingly as I slipped onto the ground off of the bail of hey we were sitting on and slid in between her legs. I kissed her lips and her neck as I slipped first one hand then the other underneath her gown and up onto her exquisite breasts. I massaged her breasts in a circular motion, together then apart; first one way then the other feeling her nipples go rigid as I fondled her.


“Suck them Brother, please feed on my aching tits I beg you”


I bundled her gown up under her chin with one hand while grabbing her right breast with my left hand and squeezing it making the nipple protrude even further before hungrily taking it between my lips. I flicked the stiff nipple with the tip of my tongue which made Annabelle gasp.


“Did I hurt you Sister?


“Oh don’t stop, don’t stop. Pleeeeeeeeease don’t stop”


I pulled her robe off over her head and resumed feeding on her ample breasts. As I suckled now on her left breast as she reached down and unhitched my pants and started pulling my shirt up.