by Chance, Abby
“So how big was it?” she asked.
I glanced over at Matt before I answered such a loaded question. Matt was pretending not to hear by staring up at the neon lights that hung on a mirror.
“It was about eight inches. Real thick though.”
“He is so hot, you lucky girl.”
“Yeah, but the whole situation is why I’m back in the States.”
Matt turned around and feigned concentration on the tasks of an idle bartender. However, I saw a certain look in his eyes. The look of determination males get when they overhear a single girl talk about sex. He began throwing glances my way as soon as I talked about my experiences in Zaire.
“Does your mother superior know?” Gloria asked.
“Well, not really,” I said, as I continued making glances over at Matt. “She just suspects something, but it was enough for her to send me back against my will.”
Gloria downed her margarita and then looked at my glass. “So what? Two sips, that’s it? Down that shit. Don’t worry, it’s on me.”
I reflected as I confessed to Gloria, and I was really frustrated with what I had become. I found solace with every sip of my drink. One swig led to another until I did what Gloria had asked me to do, which was down my drink like the lush I pretended to be.
“Matt, two more, please.” Gloria held two of her fingers up in the air. Matt whipped together the margaritas a little faster than the previous ones. There was a restless energy about him, as he fidgeted behind the bar. I think he was excited about the prospect of two 19-20 year old girls in his bar.
“So what’s the story with Matt?” I asked.
“I just use him for the drinks,” Gloria laughed, catching the attention of Matt. “I’m kidding.”
“That’s not a bad friend to have.”
Gloria leaned over, “In all seriousness, the man can fuck.”
“What?” I said, covering my mouth and looking up at him once again.
“He’s a kinky son of a bitch. I’m telling you. Just watch...watch the shit he’ll pull with you.”
I was worried about Gloria’s statement. But why should I? I was a free girl for two nights. Matt was hot. I kind of wanted to see what he would pull off.
Matt stared at the older patron. He served us our margaritas and hollered across the room, “Hey Frank.”
Frank turned toward Matt as he sat on his stool and nodded his head.
“It’s closing time,” Matt said, as he gave him a sharp wink. “I’ll get you a free drink tomorrow.”
Frank grabbed the newspaper he had on his table and walked out the door. Matt followed behind and locked the door to the bar. I looked at Gloria and gave her a bewildered look. Gloria stayed quiet and took a sip of her drink.
Matt came up behind me and asked, “How’s the drink?”
“Good.” I said, eying him as he snaked back to the bar “Is it time for us to leave?”
“Mind if I join your conversation?” he asked.
“No, not at all,” I said.
I was feeling a little tipsy as I was in the middle of my second drink. I was a light weight after all.
Matt made it a point to stare into my eyes. His confidence and bravado was apparent but safe and distant at the same time. “A nun huh? What’s with the dress?” he asked.
“I’m taking a break,” I said, leaning toward him as he sat next to Gloria.
He nodded his head in approval. “Good, we all need breaks. Breaks are good.”
Gloria looked at him and smiled.
“Gloria told me you have a kinky side, what does that mean, exactly?”
Matt gave Gloria a playful look. “Why would you tell her that?” he asked.
“Well you do, you’re kind of like a perv...but in a good way,” said Gloria. She then turned to me. “He likes to show off his thing on a whim.”
“Well, don’t go around flaunting it around here,” I said, for whatever stupid reason, with drink in hand.
“I wouldn’t want him to,” said Gloria.
“What about you?” Matt asked me. “Would you show your goods in public?”
I playfully quipped, “For the right price.”
“How about another free drink?” he asked, but in a not too serious tone.
“Perhaps...nah...nevermind, probably for a $100.”
“Really?” Gloria asked. “What would you show for a $100.”
“My nipple.”
“Too rich for my blood,” Matt said.
“Okay $50,” I said.
Matt shook his head.
“$25.00?”
“Really?” he asked. “$25?”
“Sure,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
Matt reached into his pants for his wallet and pulled out a couple of bills; a twenty and a five, and placed them on the bar. “There...”
Gloria let out a surprised chuckle. “What about me?”
“You just need a wink and you drop your drawers,” Matt said, jokingly.
I looked at the money and then I looked at Matt. I picked up the cash and gave him a flirtatious smile. I pulled down a strap from my dress, then yanked half my bra and cupped my breast. I playfully rubbed my nipple, getting it hard for effect.
“Nice,” Matt nodded. “C-ups?”
“Yup,”I said, as I tucked it back into my bra.
“Lucky bitch,” Gloria said. “She’s got the most perfect tits.”
I placed the money back on the table. “Okay Matt, how about you? What would you do for $25?”
Matt raised his arms and put them behind his head and took a deep breath. “Well, because its you and you only, I’d do anything for a discount of, let’s say, 100 percent.”
I could see the anxious predator in his eyes. He paused his breathing, anticipating what I’d ask next. I looked at Gloria and as my body began tingling again, I wanted some visual stimulation to get me going. “Gloria?” I asked.
“Yeah?” she said, rolling her eyes anticipating a compromising question.
“Rub it inside his pants,” I demanded.
Gloria looked up at the ceiling and smiled. She brushed her hair to the side and looked at Matt. Matt unbuckled his pants and pointed toward his crotch with a devious grin. Gloria slowly placed her hand down his waistline. Matt released a breath of satisfaction. I could visualize Gloria stroking Matt’s cock underneath his pants.
I began feeling my panties soaking wet with my juice as it flowed down my labia. I stuck my finger in my mouth. I felt my own saliva building up as I watched Matt rolling his eyes to the back of his head as Gloria intensified her strokes. She also showed some indulgence as she bit her lip, getting off on the fact that Matt’s hard dick was fully engorged in her petite hand.
I moved my hand down my dress, moving it slowly up my thighs. I pulled back my lips, exposing my hard clit from its swollen fleshy hood. I began rubbing the ultra-sensitive skin that surrounded my clit, at first methodically, carefully, ramping it up for optimal pleasure, then matching the intensifying flicks with the velocity of Gloria’s yanks.
Matt threw his head back and said, “There you go.” His grin a clear sign of a nervous system raging with overwhelming sensation.
Gloria looked at me, “You waste no time, do you?”
I was hunched over my stool, while still rubbing my clit. “Pull it out,” I asked. “I want to see it.”
Matt propped himself up on the stool and pulled down his pants. Gloria uprooted Matt’s thick rod from underneath his underwear. She kept stroking it as it was exposed to me, flushed pink with seductive circulation.
Gloria and Matt stood up. He picked her up, the muscles in his arms straining and flexing with a hurried twitch, as he wasted no time by placing her on one of the bar’s tables. He yanked off her pants down to her ankles like a hungry animal, and placed his large hands on the back of her thighs. Matt crouched down, his long and massive penis extending and brushing the wooden legs of the chairs underneath the table. He pulled Gloria’s black, frilly g-string
to the side and began licking her moist and glistening pussy in front of me.
I couldn’t stand by and just watch anymore. I craved participation. I came up from behind Matt and laid on my back on the bar’s cold, hard ground and grabbed his hanging, smooth set of balls. I then gripped his long cock from behind and pulled it back toward my mouth as he was still face-first into Gloria’s pussy. I placed my lips around his hardened shaft and worked my way up to his ripened head. Luckily for me, Matt was clean and shaved completely, I rewarded him by giving his taint and smooth asshole a teasing lick or two.
I continued playing with myself as I went to town on Matt. Gloria moaned loudly while Matt cleaned house on her pussy. Matt began squirming and thrusting his cock in my mouth, violently treating it as if it were a wet pussy. Matt stood up and I instantly knew it was showtime as he grabbed his thick cock and inched closer toward Gloria.
I held onto his cock and helped insert it into Gloria’s wet and pulsating pussy. It went in without effort as Gloria was already heavily moistened by Matt’s oral technique. Matt’s muscular and tight lower body pounded into Gloria, making her scream with every single one of his thrusts. I continued licking his balls while he blasted Gloria with his mean, solidified piece of flesh.
As Gloria continued getting fucked she exclaimed, “Jessie lick my clit.”
“What?” I asked.
Underneath panting breaths she continued, “Suck my clit.”
I got up and came around where Matt was drilling Gloria. His face was tense and deep in sexual concentration. Matt pulled back a little, still able to maintain his cock deep inside Gloria due to its supernatural length. I placed my tongue on Gloria’s clit as Matt increased the rapiditiy of his thrusts. I maintained my rhythm as well, climaxing as soon as my tongue met Matt’s dick and Gloria’s clit at the same time.
Gloria’s pussy lips began spasming, she let out a long and arduous moan. Matt’s huffs and groans intensified and he pulled out his dick which was dripping in Gloria’s cum. I immediately put my thick lips over his veiny cock and stroked his shaft vigorously. Matt’s eyes closed in deep pleasure and he vocalized his gratification, “Fuuuuuuck.” Suddenly, his cum gushed inside my mouth. I looked at Gloria as she lifted her head from the table’s flat surface. She made eye contact with me as Matt’s dick continued to spasm into my mouth. She smiled and said, “You go, girl. Swallow that load.”
As I pulled his dick out, cum dripped from the tip of its head and down the side of my mouth. I looked up at him and said, “Are you still able to fuck me?”
Matt nodded his head, picked me up and placed me on my stomach over the table next to us. I finally got fucked; fucked hard that night.
Chapter Seven
Gloria drove me back to the coffee shop after our little adventure in the bar. Before I stepped out of her car, she turned to me, “You really need to quit this nun shit.”
“I know,” I said. “But I promised my dad and honestly, it’s what is keeping me contained.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want to suck off every cute guy I see. I think every sexually active man running around this world senses that from me.”
Gloria shook her head. She leaned over and gave me a hug. “Thanks for treating me right tonight. Let me know if you need anything, okay?”
“Yeah, no problem,” I said, as I pulled away from her hug. “Don’t tell anyone about our escapades. You like sex, I like sex and there is nothing wrong with that. Okay?”
Gloria smiled. “Sure, of course.”
I got out of her car and waved goodbye to her as I stood in the empty parking lot.
Chapter Eight
A week had passed and Sister Janice, fresh from her arrival from Zaire, knocked on my door.
“Sister, how are you feeling?”
I was sitting at my desk reading Leviticus, trying to make sense of my hormonal-induced drive.
“I’m fine.”
“Do you know why I sent you home?”
I turned to her and gave her a stern look. “No, I don’t know. Why?”
“I wasn’t born yesterday Sister. I was once young like you. If you want to take this seriously, you’re going to have to control your...urges.”
I continued making eye contact with her. There was a quiet pause before I responded. “You don’t know me. I am committed to serving God and making sure my father is proud of me. I do not want to live my life here under suspicion.”
Sister Janice gave me an angry glare. She crossed her arms and said, “Remember, if you aren’t serious and I catch you doing questionable things, you’ll be kicked out of the order. Without a formal education, without a committed mate, without any discernible skills, you’ll be alone to fend for yourself. Once you commit to the order, its a lifelong commitment and there is no turning back.”
Sister Janice was right. As I got older in this order, the more difficult it was to recuperate and get back to starting over in my new life. I had to control my longings, while I explored my options outside the convent.
“You’re right, Sister Janice,” I said. “I’m committed.”
“Good, I’ll see you downstairs in a couple hours for afternoon prayer.”
Sister Janice turned around, but I had one last request before she headed downstairs. “Sister?”
“Yes?”
“Can I have the internet back?”
Sister paused and contemplated the question for a moment. “Yes, but remember what I said.”
“Of course.”
She left my room. I sat back in my chair and stared at the crucifix hanging on the wall. I asked God, “They say you create us in your image. Then why do you condemn?”
I didn’t know the answer. In fact, I suspected few did. But one thing I did know was this: I would never, ever forget my days of sinful pleasure.
“Bad girl,” I whispered...and smiled.
The End
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