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Sister Mary Immaculate had a heart of gold. She also had a problem. Born Marie-Claire Murphy she was a walking Murphy’s Law even after she took her vows and changed her name. All her good intentions seemed to go slightly wrong. On Friday, when she was giving Father Gordon inspiration for his next sermon, by kneeling in the well of his desk with his cock in her mouth, there came a knock on the office door.
“Come in,” Father Gordon managed, his throat so constricted, his breath reduced to such quick pants, that he sounded slightly strangled.
“Good afternoon, Father,” Mother Superior said. Sister Mary recognized her voice immediately because Mother Superior had emigrated from Canada and spoke with a distinct Quebecois accent. “Do you have a moment?”
“Of course,” Father Gordon managed with a smile, dabbing at his sweating forehead with a white linen handkerchief.
“Are you all right, Father?” Mother Superior asked.
“Yes fine, thank you,” Father Gordon coughed his normally high and reedy voice sounding warmer that usual, a direct result of Sister Mary's community service activities.
“You're looking rather flushed. Would you like a glass of water?” Mother Superior offered.
Mother Superior offered.
“Thank you, that would be lovely,” he managed, the last word elevating an octave as, in the well of the desk, Sister Mary Immaculate turned her attentions from is penis to his testicles. Without missing a beat she pulled his unusually large, hairy balls into her mouth and began rolling them around with her tongue.
"Are you certain you're all right Father?" Mother Superior asked as she handed him a glass of water from across the desk.
"Yes, fine thank you," Father Gordon agonized as Sister Mary Immaculate slid her slender fingers along the shaft of his hardened and saluting cock toward the rim of his anus where she massaged the sphincter before sliding those fingers inside him toward the marvel of his G-spot. Exercising the most profound control he managed to say, "What was the problem you came to discuss, Mother Superior?"
"It's Father Ignatius," the Mother Superior said gravely, her fingers worrying the cross that danged from her neck.
"What's the matter with the Father?" Father Gordon sputtered as Sister Mary Immaculate released his balls and moved back to his penis sliding her lips tightly down the hardened shaft, running the soft head of the organ along the roof of her mouth all the way to the back of her throat where the mild gagging reflex massaged it gently.
"You realize that he was sent to us from the Boston Archdiocese?" Mother Superior inquired. An unusual weight of meaning was suggestively heavy in her voice.
"Indeed," Father Gordon breathed as Sister Mary worked her mouth with increasing pressure and rapidity up and down his progressively more firm erection, circulation turning his cock from skin colored to maroon.
"Well, I've been reading that they had a bit of a problem in Boston but that they simply sent their problems away," Mother Superior straightened her back as if bracing herself to speak an unpleasant truth. "I believe that Father Ignatius may have been one of those problems."
"What gives you that idea?" Father Gordon asked in his strangled voice as Sister Mary pumped her mouth up and down on his swollen cock with ever increasing speed. Sister Mary was thankful that his voice always sounded slightly strangled so Mother Superior probably wouldn't notice.
"Well, at first I thought it strange that several of the sopranos in the chorus dropped out. But then I walked into the cloak room this morning and found..." she stopped speaking for a moment and her face went beet red. "I found him with his hand up Sally Hoskin's skirt. Sally said he had made her do it."
"And you believed her?" Father Gordon asked between panting breaths that he was struggling to maintain at a regular rhythm.
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