A true believer

Feeling a bit caught, John nonetheless looked back over at sister Isabella. She sat on her stool, demurely looking at him from below her long lashes.

Just as John thought about all the things he wanted to do to her, and where he wanted to do them, certainly not in front of that old lady, he had a bell ring several times.

A ringing bell was nothing all too strange in a church, John thought, not both nuns suddenly looked up. They did not look alarmed or anything but surely alert. "You know what that means, quickly now!" The old woman said and Isabella scrambled up and rushed out into the hall.

John started after her in bewilderment. "What is that all about?" He asked. The answer came promptly. "That, dear boy, was the sign to start the mass of a hundred moans."

John stared at her blankly for a moment. "The... Right... Sorry, but that really raises more questions than it answers to be honest." She nodded slowly. "Yes, quite understandable. Not many outside of these walls know about it"

Her tone took on that lecturing quality again "The mass of a hundred moans is a special event, a most holy occasion. It happens irregularly, none but our orders elders know when it will take place the next time"

She paused and whispered to him "So I knew of course, hehe "There it was again, that half-mad keckle. "But anyway. The mass of a hundred moans is a special occasion to pray and renew our devotion to the cosmic Male."

John glanced over at the door that Isabella left cracked open. "Right now, while selected sisters prepare the main event, every other sister is to leave whatever room she is in, go into the next hallway, close her eyes, and assume a position that she thinks would please the male eye."

John's eyebrows raised. That sounded interesting. Once again, the old woman seemed to read his mind. "Normally, this is a sign of our devotion. A quiet contemplation of how we could best serve men. That does not mean, of course, that in this time our oaths to the red are revoked. Quite to the contrary! Oh I can tell you, if back in my younger days I would have been out in the hall and a man actually came by..." She grinned at him.

"Thank you." John said before getting up to his feet. He gave her a polite nod before stepping out into the hall. Just like she said, there was Isabella. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was kneeling on the stone floor. Her mouth was open, her soft lips parted wide in a very inviting way.

This felt so strange, even to his new standards. There she was, a freaking nun for god's sake. Or well, maybe not the best choice of words in that context but still... But then again she was praying to the literal spirit of dick or whatever, right? On her knees, mouth open, praying to the heavens just to... John stood in front of her and looked down upon her. He could not deny that he was hard as a rock right now.

When his pants dropped to the church's stone floor her eyelids fluttered a bit but she did not open her eyes. John could only assume, that this was a part of the whole prayer thing, keeping their eyes closed. At first, he simply held out the tip of his cock in her face, not quite touching it yet. He saw her nostrils widen as she sniffed. Emotions may be hard to judge on a face with closed eyes and a permanently open mouth, but John could still tell that she was outright elated by his smell.

'Fuck it' he thought to himself as he pushed his hips forward and sunk his dick into her open mouth. In hindsight, her mouth was not really any wetter or warmer than any other girl on the island, but in that moment it felt really special. maybe it was the mystified air of the whole situation but Johns cock trembled from the first deep thrust in her willing throat.

He was surprised, by how well he could see her eyes rolling, even through closed lids. For some reason, he did not grunt out his pleasure, like he normally would. It did not feel right. Not in here. After some time, John heard a bell ringing, followed by another ring and another. Just before the fourth ring, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was the old nun that beckoned him to follow her silently.

As much as John wanted to keep throatfucking that whore of a nun on her knees in front of him, something compelled him to follow her. When they arrived in a more secluded corner she told him "Aaaand that is the twelfth gong. Now the mass starts. They are all on their way there right now. " John looked at her, a bit puzzled and a tiny bit angry too. Why did she pull him away from there?

"I thought" she answered his unspoken question "That it would be better this way for Isabella. If she does not see you when openening her eyes at the last gong, it will further her beliefs. We need more true believers these days. But do not worry. I did not do it to deny you any pleasures. Oh no, my dear, oh no" she keckled once again. John was uncomfortably aware that he still had his hard cock out and tucked it back into his pants. "Oh no, the real fun you will have at the mass. trust me, boy"