Six Times a Day Pt. 28

Alan also showed good acting skills. His face looked convincingly surprised. "Me? Why me?"

With a look of longing on her face, she stared back at him for a brief moment and then cast her eyes downward, as though embarrassed. "Well, Father Cleveland, bless his departed soul, he was so old and infirm. But then you came here recently and replaced him, and you're so young and handsome and ... virile. I want to listen to your sermons, listen to the Word of God, but too often I find myself staring at your nether regions! And despite your robe, it seems that most of the time I can detect a certain bulge there."

She quickly and obviously glanced at Alan's crotch, where a very real and insistent erection could be seen, and then, just as quickly, averted her eyes shyly away.

Alan thought to himself, This is fun. I like where this is going, but we're both dressed to survive an Arctic blizzard. I have to spin this so I can get some clothes off first. He was good at thinking on his feet. "Sounds serious," he replied gravely. "Have you considered that you might be haunted by a demon?"

"A demon? Oh no!" She gasped as one of her hands quickly flew to her chest in mock astonishment. "That never occurred to me. Could it be? Am I possessed?!"

"I'm afraid it's a real possibility. However, you are lucky that I'm a bit of an expert in these things. Take off your clothes."

"What? Did I hear you right?" Glory blushed and looked very convincingly aghast. She crossed her legs as she supposed her character would unconsciously do, acting both frightened and excited by the prospect.

"Yes, you did," he said with a grave nod. "You see, the demon has entered you, and the first thing we have to do is find out where exactly it entered you. Only then can we find a cure. We can determine the demon's presence and strength by certain telltale signs. For instance, a certain hardening right here."

As he said the word "here," he reached out, moved her hand away from her chest, and palmed a tit through her clothes. Even through her robe and bra he could feel a hardened nipple.

She gasped again.

He tweaked her nipple repeatedly, as if testing to see just how hard it was.

She was taken aback at just how horny this game was making her; her heart beat a mile a minute. "Oh. I see. No man has ever seen me naked before, but if someone has to see me that way, I'm glad it's you. I'm sure I can trust you." She blushed again but this time like a girl in love. The look on her face was one of pure innocence, but with a powerful lust hiding just behind it.

She stood up and shyly undressed while she maintained complete and total eye contact with him.

He was transfixed by her subtle and seemingly completely innocent striptease.

"Please keep your hair covered," he said as she nearly finished. "The demon never enters through the hair." He thought to himself, Gotta keep that on so I'm reminded you're supposed to be a nun.

"Okay. Whatever you say, Father." She sat back down and left the black shawl on. She also still wore the white cowl and a crucifix around her neck.

Alan thought that was a nice touch. His eyes traveled up and down her body as she sat back down. He looked at her in great admiration, and thought, Glory may not have the big tits I normally go ga ga over. Even Sis has bigger tits, but Glory is living proof that size isn't everything. She's so firm all over. And tan. Very fit, but not too muscular so that it looks manly. Perfect, flawless skin, minus some sports injury scratches. She is so fuck worthy, and her sexual still is just too much!

One thing annoyed him. "Very good, Sister, but I did say you have to take your clothes off. You still have your bra and panties on."

"But Father! All of it? Is that really necessary?"

"I'm afraid it is, as much as it pains us both. Demons are very base creatures, so the erogenous zones are the very places they are most likely to enter. We have to check there for demon activity particularly, and in a most thorough manner." He nodded at her crotch.

She appeared to be alarmed, and then resigned. "Oh. Of course. Please forgive me for my shyness. This is just all so, so... unorthodox. Just a minute."

She stood up and slowly unclasped her bra and the slid her panties down her hips. She took both items off excruciatingly slowly, knowing how much he frustratingly loved it. She took off her panties first, and then turned around and made a stiff-legged bend to put them on her desk.

She placed her legs quite far apart and held that position for some time, so he could inspect her pussy. A few rivulets of pussy juices were already starting to flow. "Father, I'm so ashamed! I can't help myself from... Well, you can see what's happening down below."

"You're lubricating," he explained. "Your baby-making hole is getting ready so the male genitalia can enter without too much friction."

"Father! That's not my intention at all!"

"Don't worry Sister, I'm not condemning you. This is just more of the demon's handiwork. With God's grace, we shall overcome. Please continue to disrobe."

She turned around again so he could watch her undo her bra. When that was done, she turned and spread her legs even wider, as she ostentatiously took her time to place the bra on the same table.

Alan had been losing his erection due to their heavy clothing, but after the show the Glory put on, his erection was most definitely back with a vengeance. He especially liked the way she acted so ashamed.

She stood facing him again.

The white cowl she wore covered most of her chest, though happily not her nipples. He loved to watch them rise and fall with each breath. But even better was the sight of her nearly blonde pussy. He leaned forward, looked closely at her crotch, took a deep whiff of her womanly fragrance, and quipped, "Glory be."

Glory laughed. "Young man, stay in your role, please." She covered her pussy with splayed fingers that appeared to protect her privates, but in actual fact exposed more than they hid.

Still leaning forward, Alan closely eyed the fine sheen of arousal and examined the few beads of sweat in her nether regions that were rolling down between her thighs.

"Sorry," he finally said in his normal voice. "But you realize that before I resume the role I have to say 'Glory Hallelujah' first."

They laughed some more.

His frustration at the spanking episode yesterday was now completely forgotten as he warmed to his acting part.

He went on seriously in his priest voice, "Thank you for your cooperation. Please continue, Sister Gloria. Don't mind me - I'll just be checking to find the exact spot where the demon has entered you. Why don't you stand as you were. Grasp your ankles with your hands and spread your legs even wider. That way I can really see what the demon is doing."

She did so gladly. Her shawl and cowl had fallen off each time she'd bent obscenely far over, and now they fell off again and stayed off. The only religious symbol that remained was the heavy cross dangling around her neck.

Alan stood up and closed the short distance to Glory. He stood behind her. The position he requested so completely opened her pussy that he could stare a good ways into it. He dropped his nose close enough to nearly touch the folds of her pussy with his nose's tip.

He thought, This is really testing my patience. How long can I hold out from fucking this woman?!

His hands dropped to her shoulders, and he began running his hands over her skin there, figuring it would be in character of the priest to start in a relatively safe spot.

CHAPTER 5

Glory went on, "Anyway, my problem began with seeing that bulge all the time. Your bulge. But then my problem got worse when my roommate Sister Heather noticed my distraction."

"Sister Heather?" he asked quizzically as his hands down ran up and down her bare arms and back. He could hardly hold back from exploring more vital regions.

"Yes. Don't you know her? She's the new nun that looks just like a blonde California cheerleader. Her parents brought her to this convent to cure her of her addiction to fornication."

"Ah, yes. Sister Heather. Bless her soul."

Alan realized with a start that Glory referred to the real flesh-and-blood head cheerleader Heather Morgan, whom he would see and probably fool around with after school. He was a bit puzzled as to why Glory picked her, of all possible real or imaginary people, especially since he guessed that Glory didn't like her at all. He wondered if she knew about his meeting plans.

But Glory was merely her usual curious self. She was desperately keen to find out whom Alan was with during his lunches but she didn't want to ask him directly. So she figured this way she could test his reactions. Heather was a very likely choice for his lunch disappearances, since the school rumor mill had noted with surprise that Heather had recently been on friendly, speaking terms with the nerdy Alan.

Glory turned around and saw from Alan's startled face that her Heather guess had struck home. But she played it cool. She continued, "I'm afraid you may need to hear Heather's confession even more than mine, because it seems she is far from cured of her fornicating ways. She was very curious about my stares in your direction, and since she's my sole roommate, she would question me about it relentlessly almost every night before we went to sleep. Soon she got me admitting my urges and talking about them freely. Then she... Father! What are you DOING?!"

Alan's hands had dropped down to Glory's underside and reached up grasp her dangling boobs. He groped them openly, with a focus again on tweaking her nipples. "Sister, relax. As I said, demons tend to focus on our forbidden parts. I need to check your chest region particularly thoroughly to make sure he didn't enter through here. It is especially common for them to enter through the nipple. Since demons are usually invisible, it requires a very close inspection to determine how he entered you."

"I see. But Father, that's making it so hard for me to continue talking!" She still positioned herself as lewdly as humanly possible, with her ass high above her head and her hands tightly clasped around her ankles.

"Please persevere and be strong. Trust in the Lord. You were saying?" He pulled at both nipples at once and stretched her tits away from her body.

With a sudden shudder of pleasure, she stammered, "Oh! Oh! Uh, um, yes. Oh dear! Uh... Heather. That's right. Sister Heather. Each night we would talk, and, you see, she's well... God blessed her with a very beautiful and curvy body. And while there are strict rules about what clothes nuns should wear, there are no rules about what clothes to wear UNDER those clothes, if you catch my meaning. When we're alone, Heather walks around in the most ... uh... disturbing under garments. At least, they disturb me. For instance, sometimes she wears fancy black lingerie from her neck to her ankles."

"Well, that sounds like it covers her thoroughly," Alan said while running one of his hands all over Glory's taut stomach.

"But you can see right through it! Why can't she wear a bra and panties?"

"Maybe she gets cold?" Alan suggested.

"Ha! Forgive my impertinence, Father, but if that's the case, then why does she have to wear four inch high heels at the same time? Is she afraid the monastery will get flooded? And speaking of getting cold, she only wears that lingerie around me. When she's in public, nobody knows this, but she wears absolutely nothing underneath her nun habit. Well, that's not true. She does wear some kind of plug for her birth hole. She says it's to hold back her fornicating urges, but it seems to me that thing is always quivering and buzzing in a most distracting way. I would think that would only make her fornicating urges even worse, but she says she knows best. From experience, she says. You should see how quickly she runs through the batteries for it."

Alan was suddenly hit by the image of Heather dressed in nothing but black body-length lingerie, black stocking, high heels, and a nun's habit, wandering the halls of an ancient monastery. He found it highly arousing to picture someone as evil as Heather dressed as a sexy nun. He figured that if she ever really was forced to become a nun for some strange reason, she'd soon have the entire nunnery under her thumb. The kind-hearted nuns would never know what hit them.

He joked, "Hmm. Now I understand why she's been looking so blissful during my sermons lately." He switched from roughly mauling Glory's breasts to gently squeezing them.

Glory could barely contain her mirth. "I'm sure that was just religious rapture caused by your holy words. Anyhow, where was I? Oh yes. Eeek!" She squealed because he quickly twisted both nipples, just to keep her on her toes. "What was that again? ... Um, she started comforting me each evening. At first it was just... Oh Lord! Father! What are you doing?"

Alan's hands had explored their way down Glory's stomach some more, but he decided that he could reach her ass and pussy more easily from her back side given her lewd position. So he walked around her and then began caressing her clit and pussy lips. He wiped away a smile and said as seriously as he could, "Oh, don't mind me. This is the usual point of entry for demons, in this general region. So I'll just be focusing here for a few minutes."

"But Father! These urges, these feelings I'm confessing about... I have to confess that I'm feeling them very strongly even as we speak!" She trembled so much from arousal that she feared she would fall over altogether, given her precarious bent over position.

"That's perfectly fine, Sister. In fact, a surge of feeling will help me find the location of the demon." Without warning, he spread her pussy lips wide and inserted two fingers deep inside. Then he began to turn them. He muttered, "Let's see if he's in here somewhere."

She panted, "But Father, it's so shameful! So embarrassing. I can't believe I've been possessed by an evil spirit! Thankfully, there are good, God-fearing men like you." She added with deliberate irony, "I'd hate for some unscrupulous person to take advantage of my condition."

He found her G-spot, and gently tapped it. That was too much for her to handle, given the way she stood. He let her drop to her knees to get more comfortable. Despite her readjustment he never took his fingers out of her burning hole.

He soothed, "Don't worry about it. It happens all the time to us who have made religion our life, because Satan wants our souls the most. Why, as a matter of fact, I happen to be haunted by a demon as well."

Her body shuddered, but not from embarrassment. She gasped, "Really? Are you possessed?"

"No. Well, sort of. I'm not completely possessed, but one part of me is. Here. Let me show you." He took his fingers out of her hole and licked them clean. Then he took his robe off, something he was very happy to finally do because it was heavy and restricting.

Meanwhile Glory turned around to face him, and readjusted herself too. She stood up and sat on the edge of the desk. Again she planted her legs as wide as she could while still being able to touch the floor with her feet. "Father Alan! You're getting naked! I don't know if I can stand it! My urges! Oh no! Dear God!" She pointed at Alan's crotch, where his erection stood out invitingly.

"I see you noticed the problem right away," he said casually. "That's where the demon is. My problem is that my member has been possessed by a minor demon. That's why you've seen the bulge there so frequently, because the penis is under the control of evil forces. The demon is filled with a great lust. When I see your sexy body, even covered in your habit, he gets very active."

"Oh my God!" Glory looked down at her own body as if for the first time. There was a long rivulet of pussy juice rolling down her thigh. She looked at it as if she didn't know what it was, and dropped a finger into it. Then brought some to her mouth and lolled the cum around as if tasting it for the first time.

Alan reached out with both hands and boldly began to explore her spread out and glistening pussy lips from the front side. He said nonchalantly, "Now, Sister, don't use the Lord's name in vain. And it's rude to point. It's much better if you can help me out."

She tried to calm herself down a bit, and that wasn't just acting for her role. "But what should I do? I don't know anything about exorcising demons."

"It's easy. The demon is lodged in my penis. You have to coax him out. The way you do that is by pulling on it and stroking it to tempt him to come outside." He grabbed his penis and squeezed it, causing a small about of pre-cum to drip onto the floor. "See? That's the demon spitting. Don't you want to rid me of this cursed beast?"

"I don't know..." Her face maintained a very worried look a nun might wear, but she somewhat betrayed the effect by repeatedly licking her lips. She knew what would be coming soon, and she could barely hold back.

"Sister, when you joined the Order of Eternal Chastity, did you not make a vow to devote your body and soul to the helping of others? This is where the use of your body to help comes in. If you won't, it'll just get angry and spit some more." He squeezed his penis again, causing more drops of pre-cum to fall, landing this time on her long, tanned legs. "Just reach out and touch it. Here. Like this."

He grabbed Glory's hands and pulled them into his crotch.

But that wasn't enough for her. She fell to the floor, knowing she'd need to be in that position to suck him off soon. She picked up her shawl and cowl and put them back on.

Then, with his hands again on hers, he pretended to show her how to jack someone off.

Of course, she was already a complete expert when it came to pleasing penises, but she pretended to be clueless.

She leaned forward until her nose nearly touched the tip of his penis. She wanted to "inadvertently" breathe on it, and she did. "Father Alan, I can't believe I'm touching your member! I've dreamed about this in so many sinful fantasies. Sister Heather and I have talked about it all the time."

Glory tried to pretend shock in being so close to a penis, but she had a hard time keeping a smile off of her face. She knew what was going to come next and knew it was going to be good - having Alan's penis in one's mouth always was.

This is just too much fun! Alan should be an improv artist. I can hardly believe he's only eighteen. Especially in the last week or two, he's been acting more mature and self-assured. But he's still so fun and so kind! I don't care about our age difference - I'm not that much older. I want him to drop those young floozies he's going with and pick ME as his girlfriend!

She returned her focus to the role play. There was more "work" to be done before she could feast on Alan's prick. She closed her eyes and tried to show reluctance as she slowly slipped her hand forward and back over his penis. "But Father. Isn't this a sin? Even for a good cause?"

"Just remember you're doing the work of the Lord here. So don't feel sinful. Just keep stroking like that. Yeah. ... Ahhh. So good. Do you feel good?"

"You have no idea, young man. I mean, Father. If you touch a match to my skin it'll burst into flame. Let's get going already!"

CHAPTER 6

Alan felt great with her hands around his penis, but he wanted to reciprocate. He remembered his recent vow to give as much as he received. He said, "Sister Gloria, thanks for trying to release my demon, but we also have your demon problem to contend with. I believe I was trying to find where the demon entered you. We'll have to examine your ass in a minute, but I think it's most likely he entered right here." He shoved a finger back up Glory's pussy right as he said "here."