shoulders. She began to fasten the snaps. 'Well, this is it. I shall be back tomorrow evening. I trust you can handle things, my dear.'
'You can count on me, Sister.' Sister Eve straightened her dropped skirt and stood up straight.
'I know I can, darling. Now remember, nobody, absolutely nobody is to know I've gone. I don't care who calls, even the governor. If anybody wants to talk to me, I'm indisposed and cannot by any means be disturbed until tomorrow evening, that is.'
'Yes, Sister.'
'The only other person who knows I'm going is Sister Raphael down by the gate. Absolutely none of the other nuns are to know. You're in charge. Maintain absolute discipline. None of the inmates are to be released from their cells while I'm away… for any reason. Is that clear?'
'Absolutely, Sister.'
Sister Francine lifted her black traveling bag from the desk. 'Don't I get a goodbye kiss?'
'Why of course, Sister.' Sister Eve quickly delivered a juicy kiss to the older nun's lips. Their tongues met and Sister Eve felt a tingle in her crotch despite her loathing at kissing the mother superior.
'I'm off,' Sister Francine said, and Sister Eve rushed to the door to open it for her superior.
They strode down the back hallway, their heels clomping on the hardwood floor, and Sister Eve pushed open the back door to show the mother superior out.
The headlights of the idling taxi beamed through the darkness and pouring rain. Sister Eve ran to the rear door of the taxi and flung it open. Sister Francine slid in with remarkable agility. The mother superior wasn't quite as old as Sister Eve sometimes viewed her, in her middle thirties, that was all.
'Should have thought to bring an umbrella,' Sister Francine mumbled.
'I'll fetch one, Sister.'
'Nonsense. Get back inside before you catch yourself a death of cold. See you tomorrow evening. And remember what I've instructed.'
'Yes, Sister.' Sister Eve slammed shut the taxi door and ran back to the hallway. She stood in the doorway until the glowing taillights of the taxi had paused down the drive at the front gate, then had disappeared into the wretched wet night.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and Sister Eve slammed shut the back door and locked it. She laughed out loud as she half skipped down the poorly lit hallway. For the next 24 hours this hell-hole was all hers… and she was going to make the most of it. By the time she reached Sister Francine's private stairway to the lower dungeons, her pussy was throbbing and warm juice was trickling down between her legs.
Cock, she thought. When was the last time she'd tasted cock? Not for a year, not since she'd made the mistake of her life and had volunteered fort duty at this prison. Prison was the perfect word for this place, because it was a prison not only for the studs down in the dungeons but for the nuns as well. She'd volunteered for duty here because she'd been bored to death with life in the convent, and because the idea of guarding fifty or so incorrigible teenage males had excited her. What a mistake she'd made! Here it was, going on a year since she'd arrived, and the closest she'd gotten to any stud was when she delivered the whippings. Sure, she got to see a lot of prick, but she'd never gotten near to touching one. Well, tonight that would change.
She entered the nearest cellblock by Sister Francine's private door and immediately pressed the intercom button above the light switch to the right as she entered. 'Report.'
'Sister Marie on duty, cellblock H, Sister. Everything quiet.'
'Fine. You may go to your room until midnight, darling. I shall watch over things here.'
'Yes, Sister. Thank you.'
Sister Eve sighed with relief. She'd never tried the voice imitation on anyone else, had only practiced it alone in her room. It sounded good to her, but there'd been no way of knowing how it would sound to someone else. Well, apparently it sounded authentic.
The intercom hissed. 'Sister Francine? Mother?'
Sister Eve punched the button, her heart fluttering. 'Yes, Sister Marie.'
'Might I bring you down a pot of tea? You sound as if you're getting a touch of cold.'
'Thank you, Sister, but no. I'm quite all right. Report back at your station at midnight, not before.'
'Yes, Sister.'
Sister Eve waited a full minute before she was satisfied that Sister Marie had left her post outside the cellblock H entrance and had gone up to her room. Then she began to undress, starting with her shoes.
Curious faces peered out at her from behind the bars of the half-dozen cells of cellblock H. The teens, each in his separate cage, resembled a bunch of zoo animals or wild men. The teens all had hair that had been let grow wild like weeds. Every six months or so they were shorn like sheep, but in between times their hair grew thick and unruly. And they stank like animals, lying all day and night in the straw that padded the stone floors of their cells, pissing and shitting into buckets which were collected but once a day, washing and drinking from another small bucket. Each teen was dragged out of his cell and hosed down every two weeks, allowing a lot of fifth to build up between hosings. This cellblock, like the other seven cellblocks at St. Michael's, smelled like a barn, smelled of piss and shit and sweat. Sister Eve always had to hold her nose at first when she entered the cellblock, but after a short time she would get used to the smell, and then she would begin to like it, to thrive on it. The raunchy smell of young male excited her to no end.
The teens had all crawled to the front of their cells and were pressing their faces between the bars. Sister Eve hung her veil from a peg in the stone wall and turned toward them, sucking in her gut and thrusting forward her tits. Her nipples tingled, hot spikes in the dank air. Despite the heat raging through her naked body, she shivered in the drafty cold.
The teens gawked at her. As she looked down the row of cells she saw six sets of huge, monkeylike eyes reflecting the dim orange light of the cellblock. It was as if they'd never seen a nude girl before. The teen down at the far end grunted, and Eve was stunned to see white spurts of his jism shoot between the bars of his cell and land with audible splats on the stone floor of the narrow corridor. Fascinated, she moved over to watch him at close range. He was beating off, grunting, shivering, his glazed eyes combing her nude body. She lifted her foot and stroked the head of his spasming, cock with her big toe. Hot, sticky jism pelted her shin and instep and she squealed with excitement.
'Lick it off,' she ordered the panting teen. 'Damn you, clean off my foot.' As the trembling teen lapped at her foot like a puppy, she rubbed her hands in the hot jizz that was trickling down her inner thighs and mused about how good it felt to cum again. She felt free again. It had been so long. She felt like screaming and shouting. She had to keep things relatively quiet, though, lest they hear her in cellblock G.
She moved over to the gawking, masturbating youth in the next cell. 'What's the matter, shithead? Never seen tits before? Bet you'd like to suck on 'em, wouldn't you?' She jiggled her tits, squatted down and let them quiver just inches from the teen's straining tongue. She smirked. Goddamn if he wasn't going to rip the skin off his cheeks trying to shove his head between the bars! She caught some cunt cream and smeared it on his face, then shoved her tit into his mouth.
The teen sucked twice and exploded, his hot cum splatting all over his belly. She fell back, laughing, watching the teen grip a cell bar to keep from toppling over in his spastic frenzy. He shot a profuse load, some of it hitting her legs.
Horny monkey, she thought. Stupid little shit. She was enjoying this. These studs were hot, hotter than any of the studs she'd made it with in high school. Couldn't blame them, though. Some of these fuckers had gone years without seeing anything more of a woman than her hands and face.
The teen in the next cell was standing up, a cocky smirk on his face, his hands gripping the bars next to his shoulders, his loins pressed to the front of his cage, his crowbar cock thrust out into the corridor. Sister Eve gazed up at him, watching his cock throb, watching it flick off gobs of fucklube. His balls were the size of golf balls and straining to burst from his brown sac. His huge balls twisted and turned as if alive.
What a gorgeous hunk of teenaged meat! And what a devil, what a barbarian! In the old days they would have made him a God, would have put him on a pedestal and worshipped him. Beautiful golden hair, like the rays of the sun, bushed around his head. He wasn't tall, just average in height, but he appeared tall, and strong as a young bull.
Sister Eve shivered. Lord, what she wouldn't give to couple with that fierce eyed Goliath! That arm-thick prick of his had to be at least eight inches long, maybe nine. She wished she had a ruler. A rush of sensation
