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Sister Mary Diel opened the door to the headmasters study and 
ushered the
novice priest into the headmaster's office.
"Have I done something wrong, Sister?" Father Joseph Foster was 
feeling
nervous. He had been a teacher at St. Gehenna School for gifted girls 
only a
few months now, a job he had taken straight from the seminary. This 
was the
first time he had been called to the headmaster's office.
The sister was in her early forties, Foster guessed, and had a wide 
and
welcoming smile. The priest thought it was very attractive the way 
her
rounded face was framed by her wimple. "I'm sure Mr. Marchment 
just wants a
quick word with you." The nun said after showing the priest to his 
seat. Mr.
Marchment, the principal of the academy was sat behind a heavy oak 
desk
scratching away at a large journal.
"Stay here, sister." He said without looking up.
The nun and the priest sat in silence for several minutes waiting for 
the
principal to speak again. Sister Diel looked over at Foster with 
helpless
blue eyes. The priest started to blush. One of the reasons he had 
become a
priest was because of his shyness with the opposite sex. He found it 
very
difficult talking to adults and would freely admit to being quite 
naive.
However he seemed to get on very well with children, which is why 
he chose
this post at the Catholic academy. The priest was thankful when the
Principal finally spoke.
"Susan Billington." He said sharply. Marchment was known as a man 
of few
words and great temper and Joseph was just a little scared of him.
Sister Diel was still staring at the priest with her unblinking clear 
blue
eyes. "Well, Father?" Marchment challenged. "Do you know the girl?"
Foster's face was bright red now. "Em, yes." He stuttered. "She's in the
lower fifth form. She is in my social science class."
"Is she a good student?" Sister asked. "I mean, in your opinion does 
she
have nice tits?"
"Yes." Began the priest, and then realised what the nun had asked. 
"I'm
sorry." He began but was cut off by the principal.
"It's a simple enough question, Father." Marchment insisted. "Do you 
feel
the girl is good enough to go to Oxbridge?"
Foster shook his head. "Why, I suppose so." He felt very confused. 
Finally
he decided that he must have misheard the nun.
"She has a chance at a scholarship at Oxbridge and we feel we must 
give her
as much encouragement as possible." Sister Diel told Foster. "And of 
course
it would do the school good to fuck that wide arse of hers."
"Sister!" The priest protested. The nun looked at him in wide-eyed
innocence.
"Is there something wrong?" She asked.
"Wha..what you said." The priest stammered.
"About you giving the girl some extra tuition?" The nun licked her 
lips. For
the first time Foster realised how large and soft looking Sister Diel's 
lips
were. Could it be the nun was wearing make-up? "You seem to be 
staring,
father." The nun noted. "Could it be that you're thinking how soft and 
wet
my lips would be wrapped around your big, thick cock?"
Foster began sweating. He looked nervously for support at 
Marchment.
"Well, answer the sister?" The principle insisted.
"I'm sorry?" The young man's throat was dry.
"Really, Father. You were suggested for this job because you were 
supposed
to be a bright young teacher! However from your performance here 
today I
wonder if you are fit for your teaching post here at all!"
The priest was shocked and stunned. Could the nun actually have 
said all the
things that he had heard? It seemed unlikely. Also, Marchment 
seemed unaware
of any unruly behaviour. Foster assumed that he was fantasising. 
"I.I'm
sorry, sir. Please continue."
"As you know, father,this academy was established almost one 
hundred and
fifty years ago by the Lard of Gehenna to look after the girl's of the
community." Marchment strident voice droned on outlining the 
history of the
school. Foster forced himself to relax.
Suddenly he felt a warm hand on his thighs. He looked down and saw 
the nun
gently circling lines around his upper thigh. Foster turned to find 
Sister
Diel had moved her chair even closer to him. She smiled gently at the
priest. Her index finger ran up the crease of his fly and the gently
released his cock from his trousers.
The priest stared in horror at Marchment. Surely this was no illusion! 
He
could feel the nun's long, cool fingers on his five-inch prick. However 
the
Principle just carried on talking about the good service the academy 
had
done for the young ladies of Sussex.
"You can see what a fine tradition of taking care of young people 
sister
Diel and her nuns are upholding. Do you feel capable of keeping it 
up?" The
headmaster concluded.
Sister Diel flicked the tip of her tongue lightly over the top of her 
lips.
She gripped the priests engorged penis even more tightly. He 
erupted
quickly, showering the nuns fist with thick milky cum. "I'm sure that, 
with
the nun's help, father Foster would have no trouble keeping it up."

Father Foster would have been even more shocked to witness events 
happening
at the same time in his own room. Here Susan Billington, the girl 
Marchment
was questioning the priest about, was sitting on his couch and about 
to
burst into tears. And the man comforting her was the exact double of 
the
young minister!
"I'm sorry." The girl was sobbing. I've just had a terrible meeting 
with Mr.
Marchment. He thinks that my grades are so bad he's thinking of 
expelling
me. I'm so confused. I never thought of myself as a bad student."
The priest began to gently massage the girl's shoulders through her 
white
school blouse. She moved away at first, like a nervous animal. "Don't
worry." Foster reassured her. "I'm just trying to relax you. Tell me 
what
Mr. Marchment told you."
The girl forced herself to relax as the young, handsome priest began 
to
smooth out the creases in the front of the girl's blouse. "He said that I
have become distracted, and a bad influence on others. Father Foster, 
none
of this is true!"
"Of course, of course." Foster whispered. "But maybe you have 
something at
the back of your mind that's bugging you? A beautiful young girl like 
you
must have a boyfriend. Is he giving you trouble?"
The sixteen-year-olds pale skin blushed. "I don't have a boyfriend, 
father."
She whispered.
"I can't believe that." The priest smiled. "A gorgeous girl like you? 
The
boys don't know what they're missing." His long fingers stroked 
Susan's
sensitive neck and the girl felt an unfamiliar thrill run through her 
body.
"Well, there must be someone you have a crush on, then." Foster 
continued
probing.
The schoolgirl's reddened even further. The one person the girl had 
ever had
a crush on was the young priest.
"No." She lied. The priest brushed a stray brown hair from the girl's 
warm
cheek and pressed himself closer to the sixteen-year-old.
"Really?" He smiled. "I thought all teenage girl's had a crush on 
someone."
He looked over Susan's shoulder to see her large breasts, smoothed 
over by
her starched shirt. "A teacher is traditional." He teased quietly.
Susan shivered again. A thrill that ran down her back and through 
her
breasts, making her nipples feel heavy and hot. The sensation 
continued down
towards her most secret place and the girl felt unaccustomed warmth 
in her
groin. She quickly crossed her legs when she thought she felt a 
dampness in
her panties.
The teacher sighed approvingly as Susan's large thighs were revealed 
as she
crossed her legs. "You've got lovely legs." He commented. The girl 
quickly
pulled her blue pleated skirt as far down as she could. Foster put his 
hand
firmly on her knee to stop her.
"I'm sorry." Susan began.  She was both flattered and confused by 
the
priest's attention.
"For what?" The priest interrupted. "God has given you such a 
beautiful
body, it would be a sin to hide it."
The schoolgirl was impressed by the compliment. "Thank you." She 
muttered
while she pulled a strand of hair across her face.
"It's true." Foster began to run his fingers gently across Susan's 
thighs.
The thick black pantyhose stretched like a second skin across her 
large
legs. The girl was by no means fat, but was taller than average and 
quite
broad. Her breasts seemed bigger than others in the class did, in fact 
they
might have been the biggest in the school.
Susan's clothes always seemed smaller on her than on the other 
pupils and
that served only to emphasise the proportions of her tits, bum and 
legs. She
was ungainly because of her height and some called her clumsy. The 
girl was
unpopular in gym class but more successful in academic pursuits 
such as
English and Social Studies. She once told Foster that she wanted to be 
a
social worker when she left school because she wanted to help 
people less
fortunate than herself.
The priest ran his hands under Susan's inner thigh to the hot firm 
muscle
that ran straight to the girl's crotch.
"No!" She breathed sharply.
"Why?" Foster breathed seductively into the girl's ear. "Doesn't it feel
nice, my hand running down you beautiful leg?"
"Yes," Susan admitted before she could stop her self. "No, I don't 
think
it's right."
"I'm sorry." The priest made no attempt to move his hand. "I thought 
you
were a woman, Susan, not just a little girl."
Despite herself Susan felt insulted. How dare the priest call her a girl, 
he
was supposed to be her friend.
"I'm not a little girl!" She pouted.
"No," The priest's other arm circled Susan's shoulders and came to 
rest
cupping her left breast. "You're a very big girl!" His fingers released 
the
straining buttons that enclosed the girl's tits.
Susan leapt out of her seat, one smooth bra covered breast bouncing 
out of
her blouse. "Father!" She cried.
The priest held his hands wide open in apology. "I'm sorry." He said. 
"I
thought you were a real woman, Susan. But now I realise what you 
really are.
No wonder you haven't got any friends, you little cock teaser!"

Sister Diel held up her hand and let the priests cum drip from her 
fingers,
giggling like a naughty little girl.
Foster was so stunned that he sat quivering in his seat, his flaccid 
cock
leaking semen over his black trousers.  "Do you think you can give 
more to
Susan Billington?" Principal Marchment suddenly challenged. The 
priest was
shocked. Was this an attack on his premature ejaculation? He 
stammered,
"I've never." before Marchment angrily cut him off.
"You've never what?" The old man cried. "I was led to believe you 
were a
dedicated young teacher, Father Foster.  "Now I think that you have 
other
things on your mind! I must warn you that I take a dim view of 
teachers who
do not take their responsibilities seriously. Now do try and 
concentrate!"
Foster was concentrating all right, but not on the headmaster. Sister 
Diel
had began to pull her habit up over her thighs, exposing the tops of 
her
black, shining stockings and the white silky flesh that lay above 
them.
Foster had never before wondered about what lay under a nun's 
habit, but now
he was entranced. Try as he might he could not stop himself from 
staring as
the nun began to drip Foster's cum from her hand and drip it over 
her milky
inner thighs, pushing up the outer garment even more to reveal a 
pair of
tiny red panties. Through the delicate lace the priest could tell that 
the
nun's pubic area was totally devoid of hair. Sister Diel lifted the leg 
band
of the panties and began to massage the semen into her pelvis.
The priest knew that to look on the sight was wrong, but he could not 
look
away. He tried to prey for guidance but the words were lost in his 
mind as
the nun's sticky fingers as they entered her pink vagina.
"I've got your cum in me!" Sister Diel leaned over and put her head 
on
Foster's shoulders. "Do you like my pussy?" She breathed. "My cunt is 
sooo
hot for you!"
"Is the sight of the three hundred girls we have here at the academy 
too
much for you?" Marchment asked. "There is a reason new teachers 
are not
allowed to teach sports here. There is a thing as too much temptation, 
even
for priests."
Marchment's eyes never left the teacher's despite the fact that sister 
Diel
had stood up and was slowly removing her habit. Foster was 
obsessed. How
could he not have noticed that the nun was wearing calf length black 
leather
boots over her stockings? Again the priest wondered if he was 
feverish. He
was certainly hot enough and could feel the sweat pour down his 
forehead as
the thick black habit fell heavily to the floor.
Sister Diel kept her wimple on, but was now dressed only in boots, 
stockings
and the tiniest red lace bra and pants set. The nun's breasts were 
enormous.
Her bra was straining to keep the mammilaries confined, and the 
way the nun
was slowly gyrating was putting even more strain on the flimsy 
lingerie.
"You don't want those little girls, do you?" She purred as she danced 
in
front of the principle's desk. "You want a big girl to take care of you."
The nun told Foster as she slid her fingers under her bra strap and 
cupped
her huge tits. "As big as these!" The bra was flipped, revealing the 
nun's
incredibly large breasts. They stood proud out of her narrow wasted 
body,
the nipples pointing straight at the priest.
"Wouldn't you like to put your cock between them and wank off into 
my face?"
Sister bend over the priests face and he could feel the heat from the
gorgeous orbs. His mouth was dry.
"I didn't hear your reply!" Screamed Marchment. Foster realised that 
he
hadn't been listening to the principle at all.
"Tell the little shit to fuck off!" The nun whispered in Foster's ear,
before gently licking the priest's lobes. Foster giggled nervously. The
headmaster was obviously unaware of sister Diel's display.
"I didn't find sister's suggestion anything to laugh at!" Marchment 
was
furious. "Are you involved emotionally with one of the girl's? I would 
take
a very dim view of such an arrangement! And so would the 
Archbishop!"
The priest was now totally confused. What had the nun really said? 
"I don't
have a relationship with any of the girls." He struggled to say as the 
nun
took her bra off and waved it under his nose. There was an 
intoxicating warm
smell of sweat and talcum powder.
"You mean you don't like any of the girl's at all!" Marchment 
stormed. "What
sort of an attitude is that for a teacher to have! Is it your intention to
continue teaching at this school?"
"I didn't mean that." Foster stammered. It was hard for him to 
concentrate
on the headmaster while the nun continued her striptease.
"Of course not." Sister Diel cooed as she sat on the principle's desk 
and
spread her long, muscular legs. "You want to fuck them all, don't you. 
Fuck
all their little tight cunts. Spunk over all their flat little tits. Give
them a bit of detention of your own." She suggested. "No one would 
ever
know! They could all be your little fuck toys! Wouldn't you like 
that?"
"Well, what do you intend?" Marchment insisted. "I demand an 
answer!"
Foster sat in his chair, shaking with fear and lust.

Susan broke down and started crying in the middle of the room. Her
dishevelled hair ran over her face.
The priest stood up and put his arms around her. "I'm sorry." He 
whispered
in the girl's ear. "But what did you expect? I'm only a man, and you 
are a
very pretty woman. It was only natural that I would be attracted to 
you."
"But you are a priest."
"But I am also a man."  Foster began muzzeling the girl's neck. "With 
a
man's needs." Despite her discomfort the girl could feel her body 
react
warmly. The priest seemed to read her mind. "It feels so good, my 
body
against yours like this?"
Susan refused to answer, but as the priest's hands began to move 
down the
small of her back and across her soft rump she could feel herself 
melt into
the young mans arms.
"Susan," The priest continued. "I really love you." As he said so his 
hand
slipped under short school skirt. Susan's heart was beating so fast the
fingers running across the thick elastic of her panty leg.
"Really?" The girl could hardly believe her ears. This was what she 
had
wanted to hear from the priest for months now.
"Of course." Foster reassured her as his finger traced the crack of the
girl's arse beneath the taught material of her underwear. "If only you 
felt
the same way about me."
Susan could hardly contain her excitement, as the priest could tell 
from the
heat generated from the back of her legs. "I do, father! I do!" She 
heaved.
"You young girls." The priest laughed mockingly. "You would say 
anything to
me to get a better grade in my classes." His free hand slipped open 
the
remaining buttons on Susan's blouse and he began to gently fondle 
the white
cotton bra beneath.
"It's true!" Susan was excited. "I've loved you since you came to the
school!" She lowered her head. "I never thought that you had noticed 
me."
The priest's fingers played with a pert nipple under the soft material. 
"Of
course I noticed you, Susan. Like before, when I found you crying 
outside
the headmaster's office. Do you think it was co-incidence that I was 
just
passing by?"
The girl was confused, and the priest took the advantage to slide his 
hand
under the girl's bra to experience the huge pulpy breast beneath.
"I had over heard Mr. Marchment and sister Diel talking about you. 
They are
very disappointed in you and your coursework. And of course, I 
couldn't help
but hear what the other girl's in the dormitory say about you." He 
whispered
while gently cupping the hot young tit.
"What?" Susan was startled. She had always assumed that she was 
quite
popular with her fellow students.
"That you stare at them in the shower, when they are getting ready 
for bed.
That you play a little too close in sports." The priest began 
rhythmically
squeezing the schoolgirl's tit. "They all thing you're a lesbian!"
"No!" She breathed, shocked. Foster began to stroke the very top of 
Susan's
inner thigh. It was burning hot. "I'm not!"
"Of course, of course." The father said in a patronising way. "It really
doesn't matter to me. I am a priest, and not at all interested in the 
ways
of the flesh." He smiled as he gently parted Susan's legs and stroked 
her
nylon-covered crotch. "It would take a very special woman to 
interest me
sexually, Susan. Not a little girl who likes to watch other girl's in the
nude."
The girl held her breath. She was confused and excited at the same 
time.
"I'm not a little girl any more, father." She said. "I'm a woman now. A 
real
woman."
"Really?" Sneered Foster. "A real woman would know what one of 
these is!"
There was a rasping sound and when Susan looked down the priest 
had unzipped
his fly. Standing rampant from his trousers was an enormous thick 
penis.
The schoolgirl had never seen a male member before and stared in 
awe of it.
"Well," Urged the priest. "Do you know what it is?"
"It's a penis, father." She finally whispered.
"It's a prick, Susan. A lover would never call it a penis." Foster 
insisted.
"A dick, a cock." He leaned closer to Susan's ear and breathed the 
word
"cock" again. "Say it, Susan." He urged. "Say "cock". Like my lover 
would."
He moved her face so they where almost lip to lip.
Susan was trembling with emotion. "Cock." She finally opened her 
mouth wide
and the two were almost joined at the mouth. Susan was filled with 
the
anticipation of her first kiss.
"See how big and round it makes your mouth, Susan." The priest said. 
"Big
enough to take my whole cock in!" He grabbed her by the back of the 
neck and
forced the girl down to her knees, level with his thick cock. Taking it 
in
one hand he ran it over Susan's lips, roughly forcing them open. 
Grabbing a
handful of long hair  he pulled Susan's head back and plunged his 
full
length to the back of the young girl's throat.

"The girl loves you." Sister Diel had her back to the priest. Her bottom 
was
the shape of a perfect pear as the string of her panties disappeared 
between
her smooth cheeks. "She'd do anything for you. She'd even suck you 
off!
You've always wanted a woman to do that to you, haven't you? She 
wants you
to fuck her!" She began to roll the g-string down, but the string 
caught in
her cheeks and needed to be pulled away with a quick but firm tug.
"She'll fuck me." Foster said in a far away voice. It would be nice, 
part of
him thought, to position himself between the nun's legs and force his 
cock
up her tight crack.
The headmaster slammed a ruler on the desk. "She'll what?" 
Marchment
screamed. "Are you insinuating that you would have sex with one of 
your
students? I can have you arrested for this!"
"No!" The priest cried. How could he have such thoughts. Had he not 
trained
himself to renounce the pleasures of the flesh? "I'm sorry," He 
stumbled for
an excuse. "You must have misheard me." Foster lied. "I said: "If she'll
have me." He coughed. "I mean, if she'll have me to teach her, 
privately."
"Oh, she'll have you, alright!" The nun turned around and rolled her 
panties
from her pussy. "She'll have you anyway you want her. She'll have 
your cock
up her tight crack!" She giggled.
"Oh, she'll have you, alright!" Principle Marchment suddenly agreed 
with the
naked nun. Sister Diel's panties dropped silently to the floor.
Foster was surprised yet again. "You agree?" He stammered. His heart 
beat
even faster, causing his chest to vibrate. Maybe what the nun was 
saying was
right after all. Maybe he should screw this little girl. "You think she'll
fuck me?"
Marchment slammed the desk as the nun lay across it and opened 
one of the
draws. "Are you some sort of sick pervert?" The principle yelled. 
"Are you
one of these perverts who dresses up in women's clothing? That like 
to steal
women's underwear and sniff them while you play with yourself?"
All those things were true. Foster had done all of them before he had 
joined
the priesthood. He had thought he had exorcised those dark thoughts 
from his
mind. But how could the principle had known?
"Can you assure me that you are not some sort of perverted creature, 
father
Foster?" Marchment asked. "I assure you I'm." Foster's assertion was 
cut
short by the sight of an eighteen inch dildo that the nun had 
produced from
the desk draw.
"Do you indulge in masturbation?" The principle asked.
"I'm sorry?"
"Wank." Sister Diel gently kisses the rounded tip of the phallus. The 
thing
had to be six inches wide at its base. "Do you like to close your eyes 
and
toss off thinking about me?"
"No!" The priest protested.
"Wank yourself off thinking about one of our little girls?" The nun
continued, positioning the tip of the dildo between the lips of her 
labia.
"No!" Foster screamed again.
"Or is it the thought of our headmaster that gets you hard?" The nun 
sneered
and rammed almost all of the dildo into her pink clit. "Is it a man you 
want
to fuck? Do you not like women like me?"
"NO!" foster was sobbing.
Marchment sat back in his chair. "I'm glad that you are so vherment 
in your
denial. It shows that you are passionate in your work. I admire that. 
Maybe
you are the person we're looking for. The person to tutor little Susan
Billington into a first class place at Oxbridge!" The old man smiled
approvingly.
"Oh yes!" The nun on the principal's desk screamed. Marchment still 
didn't
notice anything odd about the nun's behaviour. "Oh fuck! Fuck me, 
fuck me!"
The sister screamed as she forced the full length of the dildo into her
cunt. "It's tearing my cunt to fucking pieces!" She cried. "But it feels 
so
good! So fucking good!" Sister Diel's breath came in short bursts as 
she
repeatedly stabbed herself with the phallus. "I'm so fucking hot. I 
need to
be fucked until I'm dry! Please fuck me dry!"
Foster could hardly tear his gaze away from the nun's angry red clit 
as the
sister forced the implement inside her again and again. He wanted so 
much to
fuck the nun, more than he had wanted anything else.
"I'm sure Susan will be safe in your hands." Marchment beamed 
benignly at
the priest as the nun lay masturbating just inches away from him.
"This is what Susan must look like when she comes." The nun told the 
priest.
"When you're fucking her tight little virgin cunt and making her 
come for
the first time. Comes with your cock inside her! Oh yes!!"
Just for a moment the priest could see Susan on the table, the huge 
dildo
forcing her pink cunt lips almost to bursting point. Her young face 
was
flushed and dripping with sweat as her orgasm approached. "Oh, 
father!" She
screamed.
"No!" Foster suddenly stood up. "I will not give to temptation!"

Foster pulled the girl's head quickly backwards and forwards by the 
hair.
"Suck it! You little cock teaser!" He screamed. "You know you love it!"
The schoolgirl tried to scream by her throat was rammed with the 
massive
organ. To Susan it felt like the penis was still growing inside her 
mouth.
"I'm about to cum, little girl!" Foster screamed. "I'm going to cum all 
over
your face!" He pulled the girl away by her hair.
"No!" Susan screamed. "You can't do this to me!"
"Of course I can." The priest laughed evilly. "I am a priest and you 
are a
little girl with a crush. I could do anything I want and no one will 
ever
believe you." He started jacking his cock off in front of the girl's
frightened face. "I.can.fuck.you.'till..you..bleed!" Foster's dick 
suddenly
spat hot spunk all over Susan's face, neck and exposed tits.
With the priests cum dripping down her chin Susan began to sob. 
"Oh, dear
God."
"Shut up, bitch!" Foster again grabbed her by the neck and started 
syphoning
the last of his semen down Susan's throat. "I'm your God now. Get 
ready for
communion."
Even more thick white liquid creamed down Susan's throat. It 
seemed to burn
as it reached the pit of the girl's stomach. Suddenly she could feel a
fierce glow spread from her belly outwards. It was as if everything 
good
about her was being sucked out and replaced by wanton desire. 
Strange and
dark thoughts entered her head, thoughts about fucking men, fucking 
women
and even fucking with animals.
Susan began to lick at the priests cock head. Visions of perversions
undreamed of coloured Susan's mind and she felt if she didn't act on 
them
she would explode. The taste of cum felt good to her now. The 
schoolgirl
started  pumping Foster's dick to drain the last of his semen.
"Got to have more cum!" She muttered. "Give me more cum!"
The priest laughed as he wiped his dick over the girl's cheeks. She 
followed
the prick like a lovesick puppy, licking the come trails from her own 
fair
skin. "So you want my cock now, do you prick teaser?"
"Oh yes, father!" The schoolgirl begged. "Please fuck me, father, 
please?"
"Why not?" The priest smiled. "But first, let's record the moment for
posterity." From a cupboard he removed a video camera and tripod 
and set
them up by the couch. "This will give me something to have a good 
wank over
later."
Susan was writhing on the floor, her hands stuffed down her panties. 
"Let me
wank you, father. Let me put my hands around your big thick cock 
and toss
you off!" She begged. She was no longer the innocent schoolgirl of a 
few
moments ago.
"In a moment, my child. But first, why don't you do a little dance for 
the
camera."
"OK father." Susan giggled. She stood up and straightened her skirt. 
Slowly
she shimmied towards the camera, flashing first one bra covered 
breast and
then the other. Then she threw the blouse over her shoulders and on 
to the
floor. "Would you like to see my tits?" She asked the camera.
Without waiting for a reply the girl threw her chest out and 
unlatched her
bra from the back. "I think I've got nice tits." She said. "What do you
think?" The huge bra slipped to the floor as she presented her boobs 
to the
lens. Foster adjusted the zoom so the fleshy baps filled the 
viewfinder.
"I'd love to have your cock in here!" Susan told him, pushing her tits 
up
and down in a wanking motion.
"And what about my arse?" She asked, turning her back to the 
camera and
lifting her short skirt. "Wouldn't you love to have my young arse sat 
on
your face?" The girl rolled her tights over her bottom, leaving just 
her
thick blue school knickers. "I bet you've got your cock in your hand 
now,
ready to beat your meat. Well, I'd love you to cum over my fat white 
bum!"
Susan laughed as she peeled the panties down.
She turned around grabbed the hem of her skirt. "But don't cum just 
now, you
haven't seen my pussy yet!" With that she pulled the skirt roughly, 
tearing
it off her own waist. Her cunt was covered in a thick thatch of pubic 
hair.
"What do you think of that, boys?" She asked. "Prime pussy. Never 
been
fucked in all my sixteen years! I've never even tossed myself off!" 
The
schoolgirl was now totally naked apart from the gold crucifix around 
her
neck.
"Do you want to be fucked now?" Foster asked.
"Oh, please father!" The girl squealed with delight. "I'm a little virgin
that needs to be fucked by a priest!"
The priest moved in front of the camera and unbuckled his trousers. 
"Bend
over the couch," He instructed. "I'm going to fuck you doggie style."
"Oh, yes!" Susan yelped. "Fuck me father!" She knelt on the couch 
with her
big tits hanging over the back and facing the video.
"I'm going to fuck you, Susan." Foster positioned his prick between 
the
girl's large thighs. "Is that what you want?"
"I want you to fuck me, father Foster! Please fuck me doggie style!" 
Susan
screamed as the massive cock burst her hymen.

Marchment sat back and smiled. "Excellent, father Foster. I think you 
shall
make a fine private tutor for the young girl." The nun was still 
sweating
and writhing in the throws of ecstasy on the huge desk.
"No!" The young priest was wide eyed with fear. "I don't think I can 
go on
here. Perhaps I need some time to review my vows."
Marchment shook his head approvingly. "Such a man will make a 
true role
model for our young students."
"Indeed. We need more young men like yourself." There was a soft 
voice at
the priest's shoulder. It was sister Diel, suddenly fully dressed again.
"Sister?" Foster gasped. He double-checked to see that the naked 
vision on
the table had disappeared. Maybe he had been hallucinating after all.
"I was just saying that such a dedicated and thoughtful man as 
yourself
would make a wonderful teacher at any teaching establishment. We 
are indeed
blessed that you chose us to teach for."
Foster blushed. "Thank you, sister." The woman was so friendly and 
innocent
looking the priest was ashamed of his thoughts.
"She is only telling the truth." The principle agreed. "When you feel 
up to
teaching again we would be delighted to have you back."
"Well," The priest smiled in embarrassment. "Maybe I was being a bit 
hasty.
"I suppose I could stay on, for a while at least." He felt so guilty 
about
his thoughts towards the nun that he would have promised her 
anything.
Marchment spread his arms wide in greeting. "Wonderful, father. 
And don't
worry. I'm sure will find a replacement tutor for Susan Billilngton."
"Of course." The nun agreed.  "It may take some time to find someone 
of your
qualifications but I'm sure things will work out."
"Indeed. Of course that may take some time and the Oxbridge exam 
is in just
a few months." The principle looked dejected.
"But don't you worry." The nun told Foster. "You concentrate on your 
other
students."
The priest suddenly felt as if he was letting the others down. As if he 
was
failing in his holy duties to help others. "Maybe I could help the girl." 
He
told the others. "Just for a few hours a week."
"If you're sure." The principle smiled. "It would be much appreciated 
by the
school."
The nun held Foster's hand firmly. "I'm sure that you will get a lot of
this." She smiled. "Spiritually, if not physically."
For a second there was a shiver down the priest's spine, and his cock 
was
once again rock solid. The nun took him by the elbow and led him to 
the
door.
 "Now that you have made the decision on your own, and are aware 
of the
consequences." She told him as she opened the door.
"The consequences?" Foster asked.
"To the school." Marchment told him. "If you were to fail in your 
duties
with Susan Billington, the school would take a very dim view of your
future."
Foster began feel unsure of himself. "Maybe." He began.
"You're not going to change your mind again, are you?" Sister Diel's 
voice
was very stern. "Really father, you're going to have to be more 
decisive. Or
you're never going to suck pussy." She flicked her tongue at the 
schocked
young man.
"The matter is closed." Marchment called after him. "You are 
dismissed."
Sister Diel almost threw Foster out of the room. Just for a moment 
the
priest thought he could feel a cool hand on his buttocks. His heart 
began
thumping in his chest. His erection was rampant. Suddenly all he 
could think
about was the look on sister Diel's face as the nun climaxed. There 
was a
girl's toilet across the corridor and he threw the door open and ran 
into an
open cubical and pulled out his cock and began wanking furiously, 
oblivious
to the young girls washing their hands at the sink.
One of the girls put her head around the door just as Foster shot his 
load.
Cum sprayed all over the girl's skirt and blouse.
"Gross!" She screamed.

Susan's fucking had been going on for hours. Her face was bright red 
and
dripping with sweat. The young girl had orgasmed at least a dozen 
times yet
the priest was able to keep on pumping.
"OOOH FUUUCK!!" The schoolgirl screamed. "Fuck me harder, father! 
OOH
YES!!!"
"You're father's little fuck toy, aren't you Susan?" He priest had his 
hands
grasped around the girls massive tits and was squeezing them 
mercilessly.
"I am father's little fuck toy!" The girl agreed. She was almost on the
verge of exhaustion but her sudden addiction to sex drove her on. "I 
love
priests pricks up my tight cunt! Oh fuck me father, for I am horny!"
"Do you want me to cum inside you, Susan?" Foster bit her neck.
"Oh God, yes!"
The priest drove his cock further into the girl and pounded it into the 
very
wall of her womb. Within moments Susan could feel a fountain of 
incredible
pressure welling up inside her.
"Oh fuck!" She collapsed on the back of the couch. All her strength 
seemed
to flood from her. Something warm was trickling down the back of 
her legs.
Suddenly it was hard for Susan to concentrate. It was as if a veil was 
being
lifted from the girl's mind. All she could remember was a dark shape 
passing
across her mind. "Where am I?" She stammered, physically 
exhausted by the
fucking.
The door suddenly burst open. Sister Madeleine stood shocked in the 
doorway.
"Susan Billington!" She cried.
"Sister," The girl began. She was feeling very dizzy now, and totally 
unable
to remember the events of the last few hours. "I don't know what's
happening."
The nun was frozen in shock. Finally she was able to cross herself 
several
times. "Good Lord girl, do you have no shame?"
"I'm sorry, sister." The girl realised she was naked and tried to grab 
the
remains of her clothes. "It wasn't my fault. Father Foster."
"Leave that poor man out of it!" Snapped the nun. "When he finds out 
that
you and that animal have been doing in his quarters the poor man 
will be
schooked, and rightly so"
"What do you mean? When he finds out?" Susan was mystified. What 
was going
on? "The last thing I remember father Foster was forcing me to suck 
his
cock!"
The young girl's sentence was cut off by the backhand of the nun 
across her
face. "How dare you, you little harlot!" Madeleine cried.
"Sister!" The girl curled into a naked ball on the floor and screamed. " 
I
have been raped!"
"Is that what you say, devil child? And how can this poor creature be 
guilty
of raping one of God's own children?"
Susan turned around. She could still feel the warmth of the huge cock 
inside
her. But instead of father Foster being behind her there was no one 
except a
huge black dog.
The schoolgirl screamed.
"You have been having intercourse with this animal!" The nun 
shouted over
Susan's screams of terror and pointed to the camera. "And you have 
recorded
the whole sordid episode, you sick child! You will be dammed for all
eternity for this!"
"IT WAS FATHER FOSTER!" The girl was hysterical. "HE RAPED ME!" 
However the
nun calmly rewound the videotape. There on the TV screen was 
Susan leaning
over the couch while the dog humped her from behind. Another 
scene, shot
from a totally different angle showed Susan position the animal's 
prick at
the mouth of her pink cunt.
"NO!" She cried. "That never happened!" However even she could not 
dismiss
the evidence of her own eyes.
"Go from here, girl!" Sister Madeleine held the door open. "Go to your 
room
and wait for the headmaster. He will decide your fate."
Susan began hurriedly picking up her clothes. "I said now, girl!" The 
nun
yelled. "Go from here naked like the slut you are!"
The girl was crying as she ran naked from the priests quarters. A 
group of
students, attracted by the commotion laughed as she dripped animal 
cum from
her cunt.

Marchment stood up from his chair. "Did I please you, sister?" He 
asked in a
timid voice. As he stood away from the desk it was revealed that he 
wore no
trousers. Instead he wore stockings and stiletto shoes. Around his 
waist he
wore a pantygirdle that was obviously several sizes too small for 
him.
"No." The nun sneered. "You can never please me, you perverted 
insect." She
walked over to the headmaster. The nun was almost a foot higher 
than the
little man was and she had to stoop to cup Marchment's panty 
covered balls
in her hand. "However you have done as you were instructed, and 
our Master
has instructed that you are to be rewarded."
With one finger sister Diel forced the man to the floor. Then the nun 
pulled
up her habit. The huge dildo was still protruding from her cunt. "Pull 
it
out." She instructed. "With your teeth!"
The nun squatted over Marchment's face to allow the principle to 
reach for
the phallus. It was covered in cum juice and difficult to grab hold of, 
but
eventually he was able to grasp the dildo in his mouth.
Sister Diel laughed as she began to fuck herself on the dildo, forcing 
it
further and further down into the struggling headmaster's throat.
"Are you enjoying this, you little piece of shit?" The nun screamed as 
her
massive tits leapt up and down against her body. "Well I am, and 
that's all
that matters. If you want to please me again, you have to do exactly 
as you
are told."
The headmaster grunted his acceptance.
"Good." Heaved the sister. "The priest is the perfect scapegoat for the
Master's plan. You poor, sex obsessed worms are just playthings to 
the
Master. The sisters and I will lead him into perversions he never 
dreamed
possible. Soon he will begin to despise himself, as you do now. Then 
his
only purpose for living will be to serve us. When he is accused of the
assault on the girl he will convince himself of his guilt. He may even 
prey
for forgiveness!" She laughed. "I would love to hear that confession!"
The principle's crotch began to twitch and jerk. "Are you trying to 
toss
yourself off?" The nun laughed. "I think I will allow it. You have been 
a
good little worm." She pulled herself off the giant dildo and leaned 
over to
kiss Marchment's silk clad cock.
"The girl will also need more work to make her hate and despise all 
that she
holds dear." Sister Diel ran her tongue lightly over the mound in the
headmaster's girdle. "You will help us, won't you?" She urged. "You 
will go
to see the girl and persuader her that you believe her story. Or at 
least
you will if she gives you the right encouragement, of course. I'm sure 
that
you've wanted one of your pupils to sit on your face and wank you 
off for
ages."
"Yes, sister." The headmaster stammered.
"Very well." The dildo fell from the principle's mouth as sister Diel 
knelt
back over his face. "In fact you have been so good I think you 
deserve a
treat." With that she released a torrent of urine into Marchment's 
already
battered mouth.
 As the headmaster began to gulp down the nun's piss he ejaculated
helplessly. What seemed like gallons of cum streamed out of his 
panties. The
nun was divine in her punishment of him. He looked forward to 
giving Susan
Billington the same pleasure.

Sister Madeline locked the door behind her and then walked towards 
the dog.
"The girl has been impregnated." The animal boomed in a voice that 
seemed to
rock the foundations of the building.
The nun knelt before the creature as it rose up onto its hind legs. Its
prick, glistening with the girl's pussy juice, was the length and width 
of a
man's arm.
"Master!" Sister Madeline bowed her head as drops of white cum fell 
on to
her habit. "Please let me pay homage to you." So saying she began to 
lick
and kiss his cock head clean.
"The girl is certain that the young priest is responsible for the rape. 
When
she discovers that she is with child, her own faith will not allow her 
to
terminate it." The creature laughed. "There is much irony in using the 
image
of one of the clergy to do what they would call "the dirty work!" If 
only he
had been prepared to help us the priest would have had untold 
riches
delivered unto him."
"He shall be punished, Oh Dark One." The nun dribbled cum from her 
mouth as
she spoke. "The remainder of his life here, and in prison, shall be 
torment
like that unknown to man before. As your will he shall commit 
suicide in
jail after being raped by the prison chaplain. His soul will be your
forever."
"The girl needs to be totally alone, so that we can invest her into our
sinister sisterhood." The animal intoned. "Her family are to be our 
next
targets. You and the sisters will take care of the male members of the
house, feed their fantasies about the girl until she means nothing but 
a sex
toy to them. The girl adores her younger brother. His betrayal will be
particualy crushing to her. I shall personally take care of the girl's
mother."
"Is the girl herself to be left alone?" Sister Madeline asked.
"NO!" The beast roared. "No harm is to come to the child inside her, 
but the
girl is to be tortured and abused at every opportunity. At no point is 
her
mind to be left alone!"
The nun smiled. "Thank you, Master."
The monster threw the sister onto her back and raised her habit. The 
nun was
naked beneath. "On your knees, and see my truth through sodomy!" 
The animal
laughed as he drove his cock it's full length into the sister's backside.
The nun cried in pain as the huge animal penis pierced her anus. "OH, 
YES!"
She screamed. "FUCK ME SATAN!"



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What a catalyst you turned out to be.
I get the guns and you run off home for your tea