Another Night at the Convent
This one is really short. I wrote this as kind of a joke. There was an ad on the EROS workshop for people to write stories for Club XTC. They want to pay people to write stories that are like Penthouse Letters Style. The ad had a big long ass list of things you could and couldn't put in the story. So I thought I'd write my own story for Club XTC as a joke.Maybe I'll even send it to them and see if they buy it!! (LOL) Woohoo! I could get paid for writing smut!!!!!
Dear Club XTC:It was just another night at the convent. I was trying to get the candle-wax off of the altar. Some people are just so clumsy! Anyway, there I was, scraping away, when I felt the hot breath of Satan himself on my neck.
"No, Satan! Not again..."
His evil hands crept around, grasping my firm 38D breasts, mauling them savagely through my habit, making me groan and rub my thighs in spiritual torment.
"You slut! You know you want it!!!!" he whispered in my ear, his foul evil breath like the very brimstone of Hell. He licked the back of my neck with his long reptilian tongue, making me shiver and rotate my sinful hips. "Gimme what I want, baby! I want some of that hot Roman Catholic luvin'!!!"
He pressed me down to my knees on the altar steps, raising my stiff white habit. I prayed to Jesus to save me from having to endure this terrible ordeal! This was the second time this month! It was getting downright irritating.
His evil horned hands rubbed my hot wet unmentionable areas, to my bitter shame. I couldn't help myself! I moved against his hand, gasping my prayers to Jesus with my red burning lips. I whimpered as those leathery fingers pulled my wet panties down my slim white legs. One long finger sneaked into my wetness and I screamed in agonized delight! He reached around, covering my mouth with his dark wicked hands.
"Unf!!!!!!!" I said.
"Muahahahahaha!!!!!" he replied.
And then I felt it. My eyes opened wide in fear. His horn of evil slapped against my legs, huge, throbbing, dripping, and hot as the very gates of Hades. I laid my head on the altar and sighed, helplessly opening my thighs, now wet with my hot juices.
Yes, my body betrayed me -- I know! His hands knew just where to touch me, playing with all the places I never touch except to wash myself. How could I resist his wicked presence?
He pulled my hair and whispered again.
"Beg me for it, you hot little penguin slut! Beg for my unholy trumpet of lust!"
"You can have my body, but not my soul!" I told him, defiantly. But even as I said this, I moaned in despair and lust. The slimy head of that satanic cock pressed against my nearly virginal opening and I knew he was right. I did want it! But I didn't! Yes, I did! No, no, I can't want it! Never, never! But... Oh hell! I mean Oh heck...
I looked up to the statue of Mary and tried to think clean thoughts even as the sinful feelings of lust drove me to the brink of madness. My sensitive nipples burned! I ground them into the altar beneath me.
"Go ahead, do your dirty work, fallen Angel of Hell! There's no use in fighting you!"
He laughed and rubbed his unclean scepter against my wetness, teasing me mercilessly. I ground my teeth and wept in despair.
"I love it when you fight me... But not tonight. Tonight I want to hear you *beg*. Go on! Beg for it! Beg for me to fuck you hard, fuck you nasty! Beg for my hard phallus of Evil!"
He pressed it harder against my hot juiciness, but not enough to give it to me. I whined and pressed back. He laughed and pulled away, just enough to tease me.
"Please... don't do this... to me," I managed to pant.
"Say it!"
I rocked back and forth against him, frustrated and horny beyond belief! *Jesus, why do you desert me in my time of need???*
"GIVE IT TO ME YOU BIG EVIL STUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He pressed it in, just a half inch. I let out a deep angst-ridden moan and wept.
He chuckled. "Beg some more. *Maybe* I'll give it to you."
"Fuck me!!!!!!!! Fuck me now, goddamit! I mean... Oh shit, just give it to me NOW! NOW! NOW!!!!!!"
He gave me another half inch of that nasty pecker of darkness. It burned the lining of soft plump pussy but *I loved it!* I loved it and I wanted more!
"FILL ME MY DARK MASTER!!!!!! I'm so horny! Fuck my brains out! No more teasing! My soul is yours and yours alone! I can't stand it! FUCK MY HOT JUICY TWAT, MY LORD AND MASTER SATAN!!!!"
He gripped my hips and plunged deep inside me, all the way, burning my insides with the length and girth of his wicked lust. I gave in completely, defeated, in despair. I did want him! It wasn't enough. I ripped off my habit and my breasts spilled out. I pulled hard on my nipples, hard and as merciless as I wanted him to be with my pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" he moaned.
"No!!!!!!!!!!! Not yet!"
He gasped and then I felt him there, throbbing, spilling his dark and loveless seed inside of me. I gasped and groaned against him, let down and pissed off.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!!!!! I need more??????"
He pulled out. I was left empty, moving my naked thighs in the air. He gripped my hips in his powerful hands and slowly licking his way down my neck, down my back, down the crease of my firm round booty, down, down lower, into the evil pit of lust that he had just filled with his gooey and villainous mess, kneeling there for his dark feast.
"Yes!!!!!!!! Oh yes, do it! Don't stop!!!!" I cried out, in mad bliss, my eyes like round white saucers.
"Hey! You really are wild, you know that?"
I growled and tried to kick him. He might be the Prince of Darkness but he's so annoying.
"Just eat me, you stupid evil fucking prick!"
His tongue was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was so sizzling hot, sinuous as a serpent. He alternated between lapping at my hot spot, just like a kitten with a saucer of milk, and pressing his tongue deep inside of me, licking and squirming, tasting his own evil essence buried deep inside my well churned cunt.
I reached back and grabbed his head, grinding my ass against his face. He mumbled something I couldn't hear. I just laughed, caught up in my own wickedness and pumped my hot, sloppy nookie on his face until...
"OH MERCIFUL JESUS!!!!!!!" I cried out in vain.
I came howling, just like a wolf at the full moon, drenching him in my wetness, feeling all the muscles in my legs and pelvis vibrate like all the strings on all the harps of Heaven. Can Heaven possibly be better than this, I thought?
The world turned gray, then black. I passed out in bliss.
When I awoke, I was still on the altar, but alone. He had left me in my sweaty and sinful mess like a pig in a sty. I felt shame and wept to Jesus on the cross, that He should ever have seen me betray him so! I prayed all night for His forgiveness, while my nasty parts still throbbed tenderly from their heavy misuse.
As for Satan? I never saw his face. I never have! He vanished into thin air, just like all the other times.
Oh well, that was last Saturday night. They scheduled me for cleanup this Saturday, too, and I'm sort of ambivalent about it. I mean, I know Satan is evil and I shouldn't be fucking him on the altar and all of that, but wouldn't it be more sinful if I let it happen to one of the other nuns because of my own pride and greed for the joys of Heaven?
I've prayed to God for guidance on this issue. He told me that this is just another one of my temptations, that I should take it all in stride for now, and that it is all part of his Great Plan.
I sure hope so. I missed my period!
Most distressed,
Sister Mary Agnes Fallopia(Story by me, ennui, 11/16/98)