She was always up for anything and didn’t really complain about too much. Helpin’ her atone for some imaginary sins and beatin’ her ass for them wasn’t where my head was at. I was too exhausted to fantasize about nuns—Gingersnap—and that’s all it was about. It was almost a godsend that I wasn’t into it after my trip. Thinkin’ about her and obsessin’ on it was a full throttle ride to my own personal Hell.
Fuckin’ nun costume. I needed that like a good swift kick to the head.
My fascination with nuns started when I was growin’ up in the orphanage. Basically gettin’ raped by one when I was hittin’ puberty spun it all out. It was some kinda test or somethin’, Sister Antoinette said. I guess I failed with flyin’ colors. Seein’ and feelin’ the soft skin under those long, black gowns was like a prayer I’d never prayed bein’ answered. When she climbed on top of me and put my cock inside her, it was like I died and went to Heaven. I wondered if I’d never felt what it’s like to be inside a pussy, if I would’ve given a fuck. A man can’t miss what he’s never had, but once I had it, I was hooked. I got my dick into as many chicks as I could. They thought they were gonna spare the rod for life and my rod made ‘em think twice about that decision. I never counted how many left after me, but I counted the only one I made stay when I really wanted her to leave—Sister Fiona.
The cute redhead with blue eyes and a sprinkle of freckles had been left at the orphanage after me. She was younger, and I immediately became her protector and teased her by callin’ her Gingersnap and Snaps because of her hair. We got really close while we were comin’ up, and it seemed like we were both gonna continue on our spiritual paths. Once Sister Antoinette taught me about how good sex could be, though, I knew I wanted Gingersnap. I also knew she was set on becomin’ a nun and I didn’t wanna fuck that up for her.
Too little too late.
Father Giovanni was someone I’d never be—I liked fuckin’ too much. She was still on the way to a cloistered life in a convent and the big one—celibacy. I’d decided I couldn’t do either, but my life depended on bein’ in the church to survive and there were enough willin’, fledgling nuns to keep my teenage hormones satisfied. Since I couldn’t have Fiona, I started jerkin’ off to her like crazy and my cock was always hard and ready—I beat off to her a fuckin’ lot. My fantasies were all about her and what it’d be like to be buried inside that innocent snatch with my unholy cock. That was it—I started to obsess about her in every nun and wanna-be I fucked. If they knew how many of them I’d had, it woulda sent most of us on a one-way trip to Hell. There weren’t enough times I coulda said the rosary or Hail Mary to wipe it clean. I was good with that, and even better after bein’ gone for so long. I still wasn’t good with the night I busted Gingersnap’s cherry wide open.
She’d come to me and begged me to hear her confession. I wasn’t a priest, but that didn’t stop me from listenin’ to her from the safety of the other side of the booth. When she told me she’d been havin’ lustful thoughts and had touched that sweet pussy, thinkin’ about sinnin’ with a boy she liked—I knew she’d heard the stories about me. My cock was instantly hard and overrode any pure thoughts I might’ve been able to have about her. Fiona told me she wanted to sin so badly with this boy that she couldn’t concentrate when she saw him. I woulda taken her right there in that booth, but I didn’t. I didn’t wanna put that on her, but I had every intention of puttin’ it in her. My list of sins could’ve stretched all the way to Manhattan and one more wouldn’t make or break me—even if it was that.
I waited until she was asleep and snuck into her room. She looked peaceful, but I knew after all she’d said that she was dreamin’ about me. I loosened my pants to release my cock and when I slipped in next to her, it brushed against her. I could come right now, but I need way more.
I slid a hand under her gown and ran it up a thigh—I can still hear my panting breath in my head. I need her. Fuck purity. When I got to the elastic on her panties, I hooked a finger in and gently started to roll them down. I wanted to see every inch of her, but my cock grazed her body and I pulled her back against it. Her ass was warm and firm and so soft. She didn’t feel like the others. She was always better than any of them.
Still is.
My hand snaked down between her legs and I took my time runnin’ my fingers over the white cotton panties they all wore. She wasn’t wakin’ up and I could’ve just stroked her the entire night, but it was too risky and I needed all of her. I spread her thighs just enough to slide a finger down the middle of her soft pussy.
She’s already wet!
Those lustful thoughts put her to sleep.
Just one time and she’ll be tarnished. We can leave together.
I rocked her over, pushed up the gown, and pulled
