Sister Mary's Bloomers Part III

SISTER MARY’S BLOOMERS PART III

When I got home from the East side market, my mom told me that there was “A Ruth on the line wanting to talk to Patrick”. I snatched the phone from her and knew she was staying close enough to at least hear my side of the conversation.

“Yeah, Ruth, I just got home. Did you change your mind about Friday?”

“Sorry, Patrick, I forgot about not being able to go out on Friday night. It’s a family thing. How about Sunday night?”

That sounded even better to me because I liked to watch the Roller Derby on Friday nights. It was real stimulating to watch the gum-chewing girls slugging each other and pulling each other’s hair.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you about 7PM. The movie starts at 7:45 and it will give us time to get popcorn and sodas.”

My mom gave me a suspicious look like I was planning some sort of porn orgy at the local movie theater.

“What’s in the bags, Patrick?” came the first part of the interrogation. I quickly avoid the situation by moving to my bedroom with the excuse of having to pee without further delay. The last thing I wanted was my mother to see all the new women’s underwear in my bags along with the dirty panties belonging to both Sister Mary and to my new blow job tutor, Ruth.

It would be really hard to explain I was on a mission of mercy for the nuns in the convent under the authority of no less than Father Connelly and Mother Superior. I guess my previous mischievous persona would make such an innocuous agenda unlikely.

I am ashamed to admit I added another puddle of cum right in the middle of Sister Mary’s panties on top of my crusted first deposit. I couldn’t wait to see her face when I gave them back to her so artistically decorated with my sticky cum.

The scene in the convent basement was beyond my greatest expectations. The first nun to receive her bag of goodies was Sister Angela. She glowed with excitement when she saw the wonderful bra that Ruth and I had selected for her. Once she ran her fingers inside the cups, I could tell she was in love with the design and the quality.

“Patrick, quick and turn around, I want to try it on right now to see how it feels on my sensitive nipples.”

I followed her instructions but made sure I had a good reflection in the door mirror so I was able to see her beautiful breasts exposed to full view. My penis immediately came to attention and I envied the soft material that held her generous endowment contained in soft submission.

Then, when Sister Angela saw the special white nylon stocking with the embroidered tops and the white velvet covered garters and belt to hold them in place, she hastened to step into them with a flash of her pure white skin. The flimsy see through white silk thong was the final ingredient in presenting her “below the waist” charms for my viewing pleasure. The happy little nun was so pleased that she was not upset to see me peeking at her new underwear in the mirror.

“Patrick, what do you think? Do you think I look desirable to men?”

The saucy tease went so far as to bend over right in front of me to show me the view of both pussy and ass from the rear. Her black robes were pushed up high and I did not hesitate to bounce my rampant cock right on her ass crack to show my full approval of her feminine charms. She fell down onto her elbows and knees and told me,

“Make me do it, Patrick. It is all right. I want you to stuff your cock in me as deep as you can. Make me take it all the way up and tell me how tight I am. You can even put your finger in my brown eye and tell me to be a good girl. I will be a good girl. I promise, Patrick, just bury it in me as deep as you can.”

Sister Angela did have a very tight pussy. I was not very experienced in stretching young girl’s pussies but she clenched her pussy lips around my cock like a rubber band sucking me dry.

I got a little carried away and slammed her ass down hard on the floor with my cock buried real deep inside her. She whimpered but made no complaint. The sight of her pure white nylon stockings and the white garter belt drove me into a frenzy of pumping and humping that ended with my juices draining right up into her cervix. I hoped she was on a pill or something, because we never even mentioned condoms and I certainly didn’t intend to give a nun a baby.

Before we could discuss those consequences, she lifted her hips up high and spread her ass cheeks wide open. There was no mistaking her offering the hospitality of her pretty puckered hole for the use of my still erect cock. I went up inside her brown eye so fast that I think she must have lubed it in anticipation of taking my cock inside. Sister Angela had not had an orgasm while I was up deep in her pussy, but she had two very close together orgasms taking my cock up her cute little ass. It was so very sensuous to see her holding her legs up high and taking it in the ass like that. I could hear her reciting some words that sounded a little like praying but the words themselves were from another place, a place deep inside where sin and lust dance a little jig of depraved desire unable to be denied.

When I finally shot my load deep inside her pretty ass, Sister Angela sighed in contentment and told me I was a “good boy”. I started to pull out thinking she had dismissed my cock from duty, but she held me tight and told me,

“Don’t take it out yet, Patrick, that’s a good boy. Let me feel it a little longer buried deep inside. Fill me just a little bit more.”

When she left, her robes were all in place and no one would ever suspect the fire that was burning deep inside her sensuously ripened body. I looked at my cock and thought of Sister Angela’s pussy and ass hoping she would grant me some more favors of a similar nature if we were ever able to be close enough to make it happen.

The next Sister to claim her prize was Sister Mary. She came into the secluded area of the basement very quietly and sat down waiting for me to show her the purchases I had made on her behalf. She was very pleased with the quality of the various panties and was quite delighted with the tiger print panties and an extra pair of zebra striped panties that I thought would look especially nice on her trim little bottom. She seemed a bit toned down from our last meeting and I think she thought I would not be able to satisfy her desires in feminine undies.

Then, I pulled out the pair of soiled panties she had given to me as a sample of her size. I knew she had pulled a trick on me to see my reaction to her subtle scent. When she pulled them out of the sealed baggie, I knew she immediately deduced my nasty gifts of creamy cum on her intimate underwear. She looked up at me with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Patrick Xavier Brynes, you are a very naughty boy. I know exactly what you have been doing to my panties. I am going to have to teach you to behave and show respect to your teachers. Get over my knee right now!”

I was really confused and a little bit fearful. Surely, the petite nun did not contemplate pulling down my drawers and spanking me like I was a little boy back in grammar school. I was already fucking pussies and asses and getting my share of blow jobs so I was practically all grown up.

Sister Mary pulled my pants and drawers down and I knew my behind was exposed to her view and to her mercy. It was not very long before I discovered Sister Mary had very little mercy in her soul as she battered my poor ass with her hand and even a ruler of 18 inches in length. It was a very sturdy and heavy duty ruler with an edge that bit right into the tender flesh. I was resolute in my plan to ignore her treatment of my bottom, but when I felt the edge of that ruler, I begged her to let me go and I would be a “good boy” from here on in.

She laughed in merriment and brushed some tears from the corners of my eyes with her big white hanky from deep inside her robes. It smelled a little funny and I think she was using it to mop up some liquids seeping between her legs as well. I have to admit my rock-hard cock was rubbing on her pubic mound the whole time and she didn’t seem to mind my adventurous hands worming their way under her black robes. Sister Mary put the ruler down and reached between my legs to grasp my cock firmly in her hand. She had me in a “milking position” and proceeded to stoke me with much skill. Her other hand lay on my quivering flanks and soon I felt her fingers start to part the tightly closed pucker hole devoid of any attentions of this erotic nature ever before.

I was moaning and whimpering like a silly girl being finger-fucked for the very first time. It was not long before my juices spurted out and landed with squishy indolence right on her recently ironed robe.

This seemed to propel Sister Mary into even more aggressive dominance over my totally submissive body. She slapped my erection softly with her hands. It was more like a caress than a blow. I was throbbing with desire and all I could think about was pulling down her panties and poking her pussy as hard as I could. She was panting with the exertions of spanking me and pushing and pulling my body in every direction at the same time.

When she paused for a moment, I pushed up her robe with little or no resistance and pulled her newly purchased tiger panties down to her knees. Her black pussy was dripping wet and she was now curled up in a defensive ball waiting for me to mount her.

Sister Mary gasped when my cock touched her sensitive little vaginal slit. I could tell right away she was no virgin and from the way her little pucker hole quivered when I touched it, she was well acquainted with taking it up the Hersey highway as well.

I loved the feel and the texture of her black bush in my hand. I pulled and prodded her hairy mound and spread her slit wide open for my fingers to explore. I kept one of my hands working her slick wet vagina while I rubbed and rolled her little clitoral button with my other hand. She moaned each time I buried my fingers in her vagina and she whimpered and humped up each time I gave her clitoris a full service massage.

Sister Mary’s ankle locked around my neck and I buried my cock deep inside her pretty little bush. She sighed and held on tight as I pumped her in a frenzy of desire. The combination of the rolled up black robes and the luscious legs raised high in the air made me shoot my load a lot faster than I wanted to but it was impossible to forestall the inevitable draining of my overheated cock.

When I took my leave of the convent, Sister Angela waved “goodbye” from the second floor window pm the interior courtyard and Sister Mary went with me to the front door. She grabbed hold of my well-exercised cock and whispered,

“Come next weekend for the Stations and we can discuss the best way to clean up the basement. I need a man’s strong back and legs to help me with the “hard to reach” corners.”

I saw her smiling at me from the barred hatch in the middle of the door. I almost ran all the way home to confront the almost certain new interrogations from my suspicious mother. I hoped she could not smell the scent of multiple dousing of female juices on my cock, my hands and even my face called to duty between several pairs of long neglected legs.

Tomorrow was school and some unfinished business in the principal’s office and next weekend, the movie date with Ruth, the girl who should be looking for a good Jewish husband.