In the small town of St. Agnes, Sister Mary was known for her pious devotion and strict adherence to the church’s teachings. With long blonde hair flowing down her back and small but perky breasts, she was the picture of innocence. But beneath her modest exterior, a carnal desire burned within her.
One day, while cleaning the church, Sister Mary stumbled upon a pair of fishnet stockings left behind by a previous visitor. The sight of the delicate material sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a fire within her that she could no longer ignore.
She decided to wear the stockings underneath her habit, the feel of the fishnet against her skin driving her wild with desire. As she went about her duties, she couldn’t help but feel the dampness growing between her legs.
Later that night, as she prepared for bed, Sister Mary couldn’t shake the thoughts of carnal pleasure from her mind. She lay in her small cell, her hands wandering down her body, imagining it was someone else’s touch.
She closed her eyes, her fingers finding their way to her wet pussy. She let out a soft moan as she began to touch herself, her mind filled with thoughts of sinful delights.
Suddenly, she heard a noise outside her cell. She quickly pulled her hand away, her heart racing. She opened the door to find Father Thomas, the parish priest, standing outside.
“Sister Mary,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “I couldn’t help but hear your moans. I’ve been watching you, and I must say, you’ve been looking rather tempting lately.”
Sister Mary’s heart skipped a beat. She had never been with a man before, but the thought of breaking her vows with Father Thomas sent a thrill through her body.
Father Thomas stepped closer, his eyes locked on Sister Mary’s. He reached out, running his fingers through her long blonde hair. She let out a soft gasp as he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers.
Their tongues danced together as they kissed, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Father Thomas reached down, cupping Sister Mary’s small breasts, his thumb brushing against her hard nipples.
She let out a soft moan as he began to kiss her neck, his lips finding their way to her earlobes. He nibbled gently, sending shivers down her spine.
Sister Mary’s hands found their way to Father Thomas’s pants, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. She finally managed to free his hard cock, her hand wrapping around it.
He let out a low growl as she began to stroke him, her fingers moving up and down his shaft. He reached down, pulling off her habit, revealing the fishnet stockings beneath.
He let out a low whistle, his hand reaching out to touch her thigh. She let out a soft moan as his fingers found their way to her wet pussy, his thumb circling her clit.
She let out a soft gasp as he slid a finger inside her, her hips bucking against him. He added a second finger, his thumb continuing to circle her clit.
Sister Mary’s breathing became ragged as she felt her orgasm building. She let out a loud moan as she came, her pussy clenching around Father Thomas’s fingers.
He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked on them, tasting her juices.
“You taste delicious, Sister Mary,” he said, his voice husky.
She reached down, guiding his cock to her wet pussy. He pushed inside her, filling her completely.
They began to move together, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm. Sister Mary’s hips met his thrusts, her nails digging into his back.
Father Thomas let out a low growl as he felt his orgasm building. He thrust deeper, harder, his balls slapping against Sister Mary’s ass.
Sister Mary let out a loud moan as she felt him cum, his hot seed filling her. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him close.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts racing.
“I never knew it could feel like this,” Sister Mary whispered.
“Nor did I,” Father Thomas replied. “But I’m glad we broke our vows together.”
They lay there, their bodies entwined, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the small cell.
The end.
