Explore the Halls

Your attention is fickle at best, and now you decide that your time is probably better spent getting more acquainted with the campus. Entering the wide, spacious halls, you look both ways and shrug before heading to your left.

The first thing you notice - and it's surprising you missed it the first time - is the decor along the walls: crucifixes, oil paintings of Jesus, posters of bible verses hung on almost every surface. It sends the very clear message that this "school" is definitely religiously affiliated. "SAINT Juggs," you say to yourself in a moment of realization. "I guess that makes sense," though it's not a saint you've ever heard of in your life.

In between all the stark Christian imagery, there are doors on both sides of the hall - each with a small narrow window that peers inside. You try to peek in without getting too close, not wanting anyone to notice the gruff looking stranger wandering around. All of the young women sitting at attention are in a standard school uniform - a plain white polo paired with a pleated, plaid skirt. The teachers are a more varied bunch - where half seem to be regular teachers, and the other half are nuns complete with full habit. Given that most of the students seem to be in their 20s, you can't imagine what classes are being taught, but you also don't really care.

Suddenly, you reach the end of the hall where there's a set of ornate wooden doors with a small sign overhead that reads "CHAPEL". The promise of perhaps performing some lewd acts in such a sacred space sends a shiver down your spine that's impossible to ignore. And so, you push the doors open and proceed inside, finding empty pews pointed towards a lectern as the walls are lined with stained-glass windows. "Well, shit," you blaspheme, upon finding the room quiet and empty. Just as you're about to turn around and exit, you hear approaching footsteps.

Looking around, the only viable hiding place seems to be the small confessional to your right. You quickly head that way, opening the right-hand door and quickly taking a seat inside. You wait quietly as you hear the doors open and footsteps approaching your hiding spot. Cursing your luck, you're surprised when the visitor opts to sit on the other side of the confessional booth, taking a seat and sighing.

Cautiously peering through the grating that separates the two of you, you see a young blonde woman on the other side. She wearing a black dress that covers her arms up to the wrist, and extends down to her knees. While it covers most of her body, it's also fairly tight - especially around her chest. You lick your lips as you spot a pair of heavy, hanging tits but are broken from your trance when she finally speaks.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," she begins, obviously assuming you are the priest. "It has been three days since my last confession. These are my sins." You remain silent, and let her go on. "I have had....lustful thoughts, father. And they are making me question my commitment to this habit...to my faith."

"What kind of thoughts?" The question slips out before you can stop yourself.

"Father Carrington? Are you alright? You don't sound yourself..." she asks with a suspicious eye towards your side of the vestibule. Rather than answer, you just begin to loudly cough.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she says, retreating and relaxing. "I had no idea you were feeling ill."

"Mmm hmm," you grunt, grateful not to have been caught just yet.

"I get these urges," she continues. "Like I used to before, in my old life, before St. Juggs. And even though I pray and pray they just won't go away. It's like I'm back at those clubs and those parties, living that sinful life of **** and sex. And I don't want that to be who I am anymore."

As she describes her moral plight, you only register that a nun is craving dick. Your dick is already hard as a rock at the prospect as you paw at it over the top of your pants, squeezing hard to feel it throb against your thigh. There were blowjobs, and there were "blowjobs that break a vow of chastity", and the latter was not an opportunity to be passed on.

No longer able to wait, you get out of your seat and exit your side of the confessional. "Father? Father?" your visitor calls out, only to turn in shock upon seeing you open the door to her side. "You're not the father! Who are you?!" She shuffles in her seat with no where else to go. Seeing it up close, her outfit looks more like a Halloween costume than something an actual nun would wear. A short black dress with a plunging neckline that showed off legs and cleavage, it was not an outfit you'd call "modest".

"Divine intervention," you reply, pushing your pants down to your ankles to loose your impatient cock. At first, the Sister is speechless, just staring at your 10 inch rod with her mouth hanging open slightly. "What, um, just what do you think you're doing?" The uncertainty in her voice is obvious, the battle inside between the nun and slut still raging.

"Faith that's untested isn't true faith. Are you REALLY a different person, sister...?" you ask with more moral authority than you deserve.

"Alice! And yes!" she blurts quickly, still never bothering to look you in the face once your cock made an appearance. "I mean..."

"Admit it, Sister Alice" you say, putting hand under her chin and lifting her head to meet your gaze. "You're the same cock-hungry slut you always were. Just look at your outfit. No REAL nun is wearing that. And all you can think about is putting this hard dick in your mouth. Admit it..."

"I - I..."she looking at you for reassurance, an unwise choice. "I'm different, I'm a woman of God, I'm following an new path. I'm....." She pauses, chest falling with quick, erratic breaths. "Oh, god, I want it so bad!" she finally blurts which brings a wide smile to your face.

Feeling the silky material of her habit underneath your fingers, you push her head forward until her lips meet your dick. She parts them immediately, and descends down your shaft with a lurid, moaning "Mmmmmmm!" You step forward and let the door to the confessional shut behind you, standing over her as she remains seated, loudly slurping at your cock.

"Oh, that's good. Let temptation win," you groan as your hips surge forward and your hands hold her hair out of her face. You watch from above as Sister Alice's black and white headdress bounces over your crotch. She sucks hard and fast, building up a good amount of saliva in a hurry and coating your dick in several warm, bubbly layers. Her head twists and turns as her tongue does the same. She sucks with a hungry desperation that belies the internal struggle she's been having. But it seems a shame that cocksucking talent like this should go to waste.So, you continue to pump your dick in and out of Alice's formerly chaste mouth, as she noisily breaks her vow with loud slurps echoing through the chapel.

"Man, does every nun here suck dick like this? I might have to enroll..." It would be obvious to anyone who came in now what was happening, but the allure of possibly being caught just added to it for you. You reach one hand down into Alice's dress to grip her ample bosom. She doesn't stop you - even going so far as to lean forward so that you can cop a better feel. The floodgates of repression clearly open, "probably former sister" Alice has kept her hands at her sides until now - when she wraps her arms around your waist to pull you forward. Without anywhere to move your feet, it only serves to pull your body weight on top of her, forcing her head into the back wall of the confessional with a THUD.

Now pinned between the wall and your pelvis, you don't need to hold her head in place, simply pumping your hips and using both hands to grab her tits. Your long, slick hard-on slides in and out of her thin, stretched lips over and over, head still bouncing off the wall as you loudly moan. It creates a repetitive array of sounds - SHLICK GUCK THUD UGHHHH - that would clue any new arrival in right away to the sinful deeds being committed here. And of course, that contrast only turned you on more, the degenerate heathen that you are.

"Suck it, sister Alice! Purge those urges!" you moan, pumping your hips faster and faster. The words are ragged and syncopated as you try to keep your already building orgasm at bay. Your hands find their way back to the top of her head, pushing Alice down deeper for the finale. Her mouth slides down your cock with relative ease at this point, so it's no surprise that with one forceful push, you're able to press into her throat. Alice doesn't gag at all, only trying to pull you tighter deeper. "HOLY FUCK!" you cry out as your balls tense in anticipation.

Gulping down, tightening her throat muscles around your cock in hopes of milking you, Sister Alice even tilts her head side to side into your hands, forcing the ridge of your tip to rub up against her walls. Saliva was leaking from the corner of her mouth, running down her chin, matting down the hairs on your balls while also drippng down to gild her hanging cleavage.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes!" you grunt through gritted teeth, fully prepared to de-consecrate this place of worship. "Fuuuuuuuuuck!" you groan, pressing your hips all the way forward and pinning Sister Alice's head in place. Your hips spasm and lurch forward while you fire a thick load of cum down Alice's throat, still hungrily sucking and swallowing as much as she can while your balls sit and spasm against her chin. She can't moan with a mouthful of cock, but shows her appreciation by digging her nails into your ass and thighs, trying desperately to hold you inside her gullet until you are completely empty.

Even as you slowly retreat, you can feel her still sucking hard, trying to glean every bit of cum from every surface of your cock. Breathing heavily, she only looks up at you and says nothing for a moment. You wonder if she's come back her senses and will regret letting herself get face-fucked in this sacred place. Instead, she leans in to gently kiss the tip of your dick.

"Thank you for showing me that I'm still me," she says. "I just needed a rough reminder...or two?" Alice looks up at you with expectant eyes, the slut inside released from captivity and ready for a major relapse. And she would know more about where to find the best new additions to your little budding harem too....