The Nun's Confession

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The cool spring evening breeze, like a young lady caught in the whims of emotions, was sometimes unpredictably irritable, sometimes pitifully gentle. Gusts of this emotionally charged night wind blew towards the old church in the rural village. Amidst the howling wind, the young Sister Doreen picked up the candlestick, closed the violently rattling windows and doors in turn, and walked with steady steps to the confessional.

The candlelight awakened the goddess statue slumbering in the darkness. Her elegant, otherworldly smile seemed always content with the rough, high table offered by the villagers, unlike the large statues in the town that required the meticulous care of several people. In truth, this mass-produced goddess statue, with its imperfect carving and decent stone quality, could only truly shine in this remote rural area.

Sister Doreen lit the candles on either side of the goddess statue with her candlestick, the extra bright light illuminating her slightly disheveled black robes and the beautiful smile beneath her golden hair, a smile that bore a striking resemblance to the statue. With gentle movements, Doreen placed the candlestick on the high table, clasped her hands together, and tilted her head slightly forward. A silent prayer, carried on the howling wind, quietly unfurled pure white wings, removing Doreen's black monastic robes, leaving her only in a beautifully crafted white suspender stocking.

"God, I have sinned—"

The deep prayer met the billowing white veil and then dissipated. Her clasped hands, glistening with slightly warm sweat, opened and, under the nun's gaze, slowly extended towards the goddess statue. Doreen embraced the silent goddess statue against her full, warm chest, her long legs, covered in white stockings, gently unfolding. The orange-yellow firelight illuminated the young nun's swollen nipples as she hugged the statue, and her throbbing penis, soaked in her panties and trembling through the thin white gauze.

"My sin is—"

The increasingly rampant night wind made the entire confessional shake violently. Suddenly, a window was blown open by a strong gust of wind, and the cold air that swept into the room extinguished the decorative candles the nun had lit, scattering her repentance into a clear sky that enveloped the entire village.

Doreen first met the lady when she was eighteen, carrying two sets of nun's robes, several classics, and a goddess statue packaged like a winery promotional item, arriving alone in the village, clutching her appointment letter.

It was a small mountain village with fewer than a hundred inhabitants, a week's journey from the nearest administrative district. Only during the annual tax collection season could one see officials and police officers from the district. The only people in this place who could be considered powerful, barely connected to the word "state," were the Paso family, who had toiled the land for decades.

On the day Doreen arrived, twenty-five-year-old Mrs. Donna Paso showed her around the village. Despite their age difference, Doreen felt a warm welcome from the cheerful lady. She quickly came to know the parish Donna was in charge of through Donna's eyes, and formed a sisterly bond with the young lady.

Mrs. Donna was a country aristocrat who excelled in every way, with neatly combed chestnut hair. Because it was a remote, impoverished area with no benchmark to compare herself to, Doreen wasn't sure whether Donna was impressive or not. What was certain was that Donna completely lacked the infuriating arrogance of the upper class in the district. "Country aristocrat" was a more fitting description of Donna.

"Good morning! How's the new house coming along—I brought some wine!"

For the first two days in her nun's habit, Doreen hadn't had the time to tidy up the place; the little house the church had bought was a complete mess. While she was busy dealing with the dust, washing and drying the sheets and curtains, and mending things, only Donna, who seemed to have nothing better to do, would arrive with bags full of things.

"Mrs. Passor, good morning,"

Doreen said, peeking out from the small cubicle as she set up the confessional, then hurriedly placed her things on the small table, clapped her hands, and came out. Donna, seeing Doreen sweating from her early morning work, smiled with admiration. Perhaps it was because of her rural aristocratic background, but her expressions didn't possess the cunning and calculating nature of "upper-class" people. Instead, she spoke with a simple, straightforward honesty, so much so that Doreen perceived her gaze as genuinely pleased with the praise of an older sister.

"Hey, I told you to just call me by my name. Come on, want to have a couple of drinks?"

Donna took two small wine glasses, each about the size of a little finger, from her bag and casually swirled them towards Doreen. Doreen smiled. Because Donna always liked to let her voice trail off at the end of her sentences, making it sound more refined. In just two short sentences, she used five different ways of eliding "ya," "la," "oh," "ai," and "ma," which Doreen found rather endearingly clumsy, like a poorly executed attempt at imitation.

"Just a small glass will do."

"And some bread too!"

"Okay... thank you."

"No need for 'you' here. Nobody here talks like that. Here, take it."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you."

Doreen felt a funny awkwardness at Donna correcting her, and it would be even more amusing if Donna used hand gestures while speaking. Taking the small glass of wine and the rather generous portion of mixed grain bread, Doreen's lips curled into a comfortable smile.

Donna's hospitality had no ulterior motives; she was simply bored at home. Every year, one or two new people from other places would come to the village, but most of those who settled here were elderly people who didn't seem very energetic. Doreen's appearance truly amazed her and quickly warmed their friendship.

"Speaking of which, the church is really stingy. Did I tell you? They didn't even conduct a site visit, they just told the village chief they wanted to buy a piece of land. Here it is."

Doreen liked the way Donna spoke; the slightly astringent taste of the liquor made her smooth, flowing voice sound particularly pleasant, and it also made the young noblewoman's figure very sexy. Her body, soothed by the warming stomach and the sweet aroma of the liquor after her labor, Doreen listened quietly to Donna's voice and gazed at her elegantly moving lips, like a child listening to a story by candlelight before bed. The wine, which they had agreed to drink only one glass of, was refilled for Donna as she picked up the bottle.

"Oh, right, you haven't met my husband yet—well, there's really no need. He's always so busy, I don't even know what he's busy with. Even if you moved the church into our house, we might not see each other all year round. He's just that kind of busy man."

When Donna talked about her family, her tone became less pretentious, and her simple and direct way of speaking reminded Doreen of a wood chisel, chiseling out the woman's true appearance. Because Doreen refilled her glass, this appearance was also tempting to her.

"Ah, sorry! You must be bored listening to all this about me!"

Doreen shook her head, and the glass in her palm began to gurgle again.

"Those who still have chores to do later can only have their third drink. The church is really heartless, not even giving you a usable piece of cloth. Don't worry! The fabric merchant will be coming to the village in a few days, and I'll personally pick out some good rolls of fabric for you!"

Gradually, no matter what kind of Donna she was, Doreen saw a mature and alluring charm. Doreen, who wasn't very resistant to alcohol, relaxed too much and unknowingly revealed a side of herself that was different from that of an ordinary girl.

"Oh dear, Doreen, your robe..."

It was an unusual bulge in the crotch area of her black nun's robe.

"Is the chair broken? Are you hurt? Don't move, let me take a look..."

Donna's gentleness and ignorance blended together to create a smooth, warm feeling, which, unknowingly, came into contact with the pungent odor hidden in the nun's robe.

"There's a smell..."

Donna carefully lifted the black robe and peeked inside. She initially thought it was a minor accident, like a loose wooden chair nail or a warped plank, but what she saw was something she had only ever seen on her husband.

"...Huh?"

In that instant, Doreen's lightheaded mind flashed through many fleeting thoughts.

--The Futa Sisters. Of course, country folk wouldn't know about such a branch. Explaining this is such a hassle.

"—Mrs. Donna smells so good. She smells so good every day. Does she bathe every day? That's so impure.

" "—The smell is very strong when the robe is lifted. It's not even the day of genital cleansing required by church rules, and my penis already smells terrible.

" "—Mrs. Donna is looking at my penis with that alluring, rosy face.

" "—Mrs. Donna's lips are so full. They look so soft. So sensual.

" "—Mrs. Donna…

" "Oh…oh dear! You startled me!"

In Doreen's half-closed eyes, Donna's mere fact that she didn't immediately leave in fright gave her a perfectly ambiguous explanation. The filter built upon this gave the young lady a special charm in every gesture.

"How should I put it... uh... it's huge! No... it's very healthy, um, very healthy! And also... the smell is very strong... ugh, what am I even saying..."

Donna noticed the female pheromones that inadvertently emanated from Doreen's private parts, and Doreen, whose groin was already aroused, easily caught the scent, her soft rationality melting away.

"Doreen, um, I think we should call it a day—ah!"

Coming to her senses, Doreen's hot body pounced on Donna, whose face was flushed and who was trying to get up, and the two rolled onto the ground together. Donna's old corset snapped open, and the breasts that were bound within it surged out of the leaf-colored top, squeezing a warm and slightly fragrant soft touch against Doreen's chest. Doreen, her face flushed, lifted her robe, revealing her naked penis hidden beneath her monastic attire. The moment it appeared, it pressed against the inside of Donna's slightly parted legs.

"Ugh…!"

Seeing Donna open her mouth, Doreen reflexively pressed her right hand to her mouth, while her left hand, following the black robe, ripped Donna's long skirt from her waist. Although Donna was seven years older and taller than Doreen, she was overpowered by Doreen's panic, her large, full, leaf-colored breasts roughly flattened by two firm, black mounds.

"Donna... Madam. You saw my penis..."

"Ugh!"

"Shh... Don't move, you'll tear your skirt."

"Ugh!"

Doreen lowered her voice slightly, adding a touch of magnetism to her still-childish voice, making her sound like she was quite experienced in this area. Although this was just her impromptu remark, it successfully caused Donna to misunderstand. Donna, who had never been forced into sexual activity before, was still tense and confused, but because of the goodwill she had accumulated towards Doreen, the effects of the alcohol, and her misjudgment that Doreen was experienced, she felt "reassured" to some extent—this was a very brief illusion, but Doreen caught her red-handed before it disappeared.

Doreen slowly pulled down the long dress, revealing the woman's pungent private parts in its entirety. Donna's inner thighs were covered in thick pubic hair, creeping upwards from the softly folded, peach-colored cleft to her mons pubis, like a garden in a forest. Because Donna bathed frequently, this chestnut-colored pubic hair, however thick, still appeared distinct, and while the odor wasn't as unpleasant as that of an average woman, it was still quite strong. The extra-strong female pheromones, carried by the scent emanating from her cleft, wafted towards Doreen, arousing her penis, which was larger than that of her convent sisters… and even more so than many adult men.

Doreen's penis, fully erect under the influence of the honeyed scent of Lady Donna, measured 18.6 centimeters in length, almost as long as an adult man's forearm; its girth started at 6.2 centimeters, reaching a maximum width of 7 centimeters at the junction of the glans and frenulum, about the thickness of a burly woodcutter's wrist. However, more than the roughly shaped shaft, what first caught Donna's attention was the dense layer of milky white and yellowish smegma on the glans. After all, church rules stipulated that the genitals could only be cleaned once a month at most, and Doreen, in the prime of her youth, worked hard and sweated every day, and frankly, she masturbated frequently. The accumulated smegma and sweat had formed a thick layer of milky, smelly grime on her flesh-colored glans, resembling a snowfall.

Donna's right hand, which had been covering the lady's mouth, loosened as her engorged penis touched her thigh. Upon smelling the strong, pungent stench of smegma, Donna immediately arched her eyebrows, pouted her moist lips, and whispered,

"It stinks…!"

She quickly shut her mouth, worried about upsetting Doreen. Doreen, however, didn't mind; instead, she took it as a compliment. She understood that the stench was too strong for Donna, who bathed frequently, but in the monastery filled with Futa nuns, everyone smelled this bad under their robes; some even had smegma stuck to the inside of their monastic garments. And because there were many lustful nuns like her, Doreen had long since equated this foul-smelling smegma with aphrodisiacs. Now she was about to insert the invisible syringe under Donna's skin, so that the lady could also experience this pleasure.

"Lady Donna smells very strong. You really want to do it too, don't you?"

"No way..."

Donna's mind was still a mess, and she thought that maybe Doreen was really playing a prank—before she could even finish this absurd thought, Doreen had already pushed her filthy, smelly penis towards Donna's vulva. The strong-smelling, milky filth smeared from Donna's left thigh all the way to her vulva, and as the roughly shaped, hot glans touched the entrance, the lady's beautiful eyes widened instantly.

"I'm going to go inside Lady Donna..."

"Wait, wait a minute...!"

"Can't wait any longer—hey!"

*Gurgle!*

"...Oh!"

Doreen pushed hard, and the bulging, white, massive penis slammed open the woman's vagina, smoothly pushing the large glans, covered in smegma, into her wet vagina, drawn by the glistening vaginal fluid. The firm touch stretched the already lubricated vagina, and Doreen excitedly trembled her penis, the sticky, smelly smegma on the glans spreading against the wet, warm walls. The gurgling, hairy vagina emitted a thick, fishy odor of smegma mixed with vaginal fluid, and Donna, whose mind was already in a mess, became even more confused after inhaling this stench.

--Large.

--Larger, bigger, hotter, and smellier than her husband's penis.

—Just the insertion of the glans didn't just dilate the front of her vagina; it seemed like even the depths were opened.

—This thing is so rough and dirty, why…

"Mrs. Donna's cunt is sucking my cock so tightly…it feels so good…"

*Gurgle! Glug!*

"Ooh…!"

The glans inside her was so hot and pungent, each tremor so powerful it sent shivers down Donna's spine. The stench emanating from her cunt, which was holding the penis, excited her inexplicably. Every time she tried to focus her mind to resist Doreen's actions, Doreen seemed to see through her and stimulated her. After three or five rounds, each round made Donna more relaxed than the last. Just as Donna was about to give in, Doreen, who had been probing relentlessly, finally took a step forward, gently but firmly inserting her penis into Donna's wet vagina.

"Mrs. Donna's vagina is so wet and soft... Hmm!"

"Gurgle...! No... no...! Don't go in any further...! Ahh...!"

Slurp, slurp—

"Oh...! It's going to be... opened...!"

--Slurp slurp!

"Oh ho ho oh oh oh...!"

The hot, swollen, pink glans plunged deep into Donna's vagina. Because the penis was so thick and large, Donna's vagina almost completely gripped it. The smegma on the glans spread across the sides and top of her vagina, making Donna's genitals emit an even stronger, more pungent, fishy smell as she tasted the enormous penis for the first time. Before her fully dilated vagina could even adjust to the unreasonable size of the thick penis, Doreen, her cheeks flushed, leaned over and kissed Donna, slowly moving her hips as she kissed her.

"Mmm! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!"

"Mmm...! Huff...! Mmm...!"

Splat! Splat!

Doreen reached out and pushed aside the black robe that had fallen down, revealing her snow-white, pert buttocks, glistening with a little sweat, which slapped against the pair of darker, fatter, lighter-colored buttocks below. Donna's vulva was covered from the inside out with nearly a month's worth of smegma, which already smelled strong enough. When Doreen began to press down on her and thrust, the hairy vulva burst out with foul-smelling sounds like a trumpet. Accompanying the farting sounds from the vulva was an even more fishy and foul smell of smegma and vaginal fluid after being stirred.

Donna had never experienced such a fast-paced and decisive lovemaking style before: no fragrant floral dustings beforehand, no pre-bath, and no pre-wedding sweet talk to create an atmosphere. Doreen took advantage of her surprise and confusion, seizing the opportunity and getting everything done in one go. By the time Donna realized this was the same thing she did with her husband, her vagina was already completely filled with Doreen's hot, massive penis, being pounded into her without restraint.

"Gurgle...! Huff...! Huff...! Huff...! Huff...! Huff...!"

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

Although Donna's mind was a few beats slower to catch up with Doreen's rapid advances, her body had already responded to the massive, incredibly arousing penis. Her entire vulva was hotter than ever before, contracting powerfully, her juices flowing freely like a woman experiencing sexual pleasure for the first time. A few words of resistance lingered in her mind, but these were all swallowed by Doreen's exquisite lips and tongue. After those pink lips, smeared with their saliva, parted, all that could escape Donna's lips were the moans of pleasure as she tried to process the enormous penis.

"Mrs. Donna's pussy is getting tighter and tighter…!"

"Oh…! Oh…! Glug, glug…! Huff…! Huff…!"

*Splat! Plump! Plump glug—*Splat! Splat!*

"Ugh...! Oh... Oh oh...!"

Every now and then, Doreen would relax her body and press down, thrusting her thick, hard penis deep inside, forcefully stretching Donna's vaginal opening, her glans, covered in a thin layer of grime, passionately kissing the woman's cervix. The pungent, fishy-smelling glans, pressed against the soft, fleshy neck, rotated left and right with Doreen's twisting waist, scraping against the defenseless cervix with a sizzling sound, leaving Donna both sore and painful, her entire lower body completely exhausted. This tingling sensation that left her weak with shame didn't last long, and Doreen switched back to continuous thrusting, pounding and pounding this plump, juicy wife's vagina.

"Mrs. Donna, do you know what this place is called? It's where babies grow."

"Ugh...! Ugh...! Ugh...! U...? I've never... heard of it... um, um ugh!"

*Splat! Splat! Splat! Plop splat—sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!*

"Ugh...! Ugh ugh...! Don't touch that place, ahhh...!"

Donna had never heard the word "uterus" before. Although she had witnessed villagers giving birth, no one had ever said what that pink, round thing deep inside the vagina was called. Doreen was now instructing her as she rubbed her hot, swollen glans against Donna's neck. Donna, whose wet neck was constantly being rubbed and ached, remembered the word amidst this complex sensation of intense pain that strangely excited her.

"Don't keep pushing against my cervix...! Ee ee ee...!"

Seeing Donna's expression—a mixture of pain and pleasure—so different from usual, Doreen's penis was greatly encouraged, her swollen testicles ready to deliver thick, hot semen into her urethra at any moment. She leaned down and gave Donna, whose expression was contorted and who was moaning, a deep, passionate kiss. After the silvery threads of white foam parted their lips, Doreen used all her strength to suppress Donna, who was leaking urine due to exhaustion, and thrust into her wet, sticky cunt as golden urine trickled out.

This time, she didn't stop halfway, and the ramming glans no longer precisely rubbed against the cervix. Doreen simply kept moving her sweat-drenched, snow-white, pert buttocks, fucking Donna, who was so numb from being fucked by the thick, huge cock that she could only hold her tightly and moan, until she reached orgasm in one go.

"Oh...! Oh...! No... I can't take it anymore...! Doreen...! I can't take it anymore...! Ugh...! Ugh oh oh oh oh──!"

Splat! Slurp! Splat!

Under the overwhelming thrusts of her husband's thick, powerful penis, the country noblewoman's married woman's vagina finally succumbed. Her juices splattered continuously from the high-speed piston-like penetration, and as her warm, wet vaginal walls contracted with maximum force, her glistening, wet anus involuntarily clenched and unclenched as well. Donna's orgasm was fully reflected in her vaginal muscles, which gripped the penis tightly. This intense pleasure was transmitted unreservedly into Doreen's penis, causing her already throbbing member to finally ejaculate, propelled by the suction of her contracting vaginal muscles.

"Mrs. Donna... Ooh!" *

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Plop—Plop! Plop!*

"Ooh ooh ooh...!"

The thick, rapidly thrusting penis plunged deep into her at the moment of its limit. Sweat-covered, white, pert buttocks pressed tightly against the trembling, light-tanned buttocks, dominating the woman (Tang) (Na) in the throes of orgasm with irresistible force. Then, through the burning glans that kissed her cervix again, it ejaculated sticky, strong-smelling semen.

A large amount of semen splattered around the glans that was pressing against the cervix, some of it flowing straight into the mucus-covered cervix, overcoming the protective mucus with its superior quantity, and brazenly filling her uterus. Doreen, her eyelids damp with sweat, lowered her head to kiss the dazed Donna. The two, drenched in sweat, embraced tightly until the continuous injection of thick semen was finished, and even after the urn of semen continued to be pounded to the point of ecstasy by the thick, enormous penis…

No dorm ward came to stop them.

No high nun's reprimand.

No one punished her for her transgression.

There was only Mrs. Donna's warm, wanton cunt, and the pleasure they created together.

—Even without punishment, am I still a sinner?

—So, my sin is…

A sudden night breeze arose, rustling the pages of the book depicting Mrs. Donna's beautiful figure. It turned dozens of pages of the nun and Mrs. Donna's secret notes, finally stopping at a somber landscape painting of a hill, as if it were about to rain.

The small chapel on the hill took a long time to be accepted by the villagers; many still clung to their original free faith, while others began to embrace religious forms. Although Doreen was a nun, as the only church member in the area, and unable to conveniently manage resources in a remote region, she was given the duties of a clergy member.

Whenever villagers came to be baptized, Doreen would drape a white shawl woven by the lady's hand, embroidered with gold thread, over her black monastic robes, and raise her recently aroused and somewhat arrogant penis—no, no, she had to calm it down before stepping from her bedroom into the confessional, which also served as a living room—to enter the confessional, which was filled with a faint sense of unease, looking perfectly prepared. The baptism took place in a small open space in front of the confessional, with the doors and windows closed, making it difficult for Doreen's scent to go unnoticed in the cramped space. If the lady was lying in the next bedroom with her legs spread and head tilted back, panting, the smell of her monastic robes would be unbearably strong.

Usually, Doreen would concentrate and clear her mind before the ceremony officially began, but occasionally, this would cause her to have difficulty concentrating.

"Sister Doreen, I heard baptism takes a long time, could you hurry it up? I have a date at noon with the youngest of the three brothers who live in Stone Pond, the really handsome one!"

For example, a noisy woman who tried so hard to dress up but to no avail, resorting to exposing her upper body to attract attention, her brown areolas showing when she bent over.

"Hello Sister Doreen, I was introduced by Mrs. Passo, I think it's for baptism... I'm not quite sure..."

For example, an older woman with a plump figure but skimpy clothing, seemingly sturdy but using her large breasts and prominent nipples to seduce her.

"...Let me make this clear, I didn't want to come at all! I hate your fake smile!"

For example, a fiery girl in the unpredictable throes of puberty, whose body had matured ahead of schedule—this girl particularly intrigued Doreen, because she wasn't the only one coming to be baptized; rather, her parents had asked Doreen to let her come and help out. The girl and her family seemed to have some kind of agreement, which was why she reluctantly visited the chapel every few days.

"I was just thinking you should be here, Lisa. How have you been these past few days?"

"None of your business—"

The girl named Lisa wasn't in a good mood, which was obvious to everyone, but Doreen still asked deliberately. The same thing had happened during their previous meetings; Lisa had already lost her temper with Doreen, who was only a few years older than her, several times. But Doreen always responded with a smile, completely unfazed by Lisa's harsh words, making Lisa feel like she was the only one being unreasonable, which was incredibly disheartening. She figured that getting angry as usual would only lead to Doreen's silent mockery, so this time she simply kept a straight face and tried a different approach.

"—It's nothing. Just like that. You know what I mean."

Lisa really liked the phrase "You know what I mean." She thought it was a powerful way to mock the smiling Doreen, and it was short and cool. Although she didn't understand the meaning of "sarcasm" at all; it seemed like something her father had said when he returned from the tavern.

"Yeah, I know. The Goddess told me."

"Aha! Don't give me that! If you really knew…"

Lisa's sharp edge vanished halfway through her sentence in front of Doreen's smiling face. This was because she remembered Doreen's annoying way of dealing with things. Doreen's logic (Lisa didn't understand the term, but vaguely grasped the general meaning) revolved around God, while Lisa's was based on her father's frequent bringing home of interesting tidbits from the tavern—a very intuitive set of rules. Unfortunately, Lisa wasn't very bright. Even though she thought her theory was sound, she was still easily led astray by the eloquent and gentle Doreen, ultimately ending up feeling utterly frustrated.

Seeing Lisa hesitate, her momentary agitation quickly cooling, Doreen's upturned lips curled into an even wider grin. She approached Lisa, who was blushing and bowing her head, and whispered,

"It's okay, I understand. It's like that, right?"

"...Mmm."

Doreen was half a head taller than Lisa. When one of them straightened her chest and the other bent over, Doreen, being taller, could easily glimpse the rounded breasts beneath Lisa's loose clothing. Seeing those tempting pink nipples would make her penis tremble with excitement. Doreen would at least try to conceal herself in front of other villagers, but with Lisa, she made no attempt to hide her throbbing erection.

"Now that Lisa's here, she doesn't need to keep pretending so painstakingly."

"I'm not pretending..."

Thump. Thump.

As Doreen walked steadily around Lisa, Lisa's attention was quickly drawn to the bulge in her black robe that trembled with each step.

"The Goddess watches over us all the time. In Her omnipotent eyes, we only need to be ourselves."

"I don't understand..."

Thump. Thump.

Lisa tried not to be drawn to Doreen's melodious voice; her mind couldn't quite grasp the roundabout way of speaking.

"How could you not understand? Of course you understand. I know. I know Lisa is a very smart child!"

"Ugh..."

Thump. Thump.

However, even though she didn't understand, a vague concept formed in her mind by Doreen's gentle voice lingered.

Doreen understood everything, more than the village chief and the adults. Because she came from the town. Because she was a servant of the gods. No, Lisa was more drawn to Doreen's gentleness than to the reasons these adults gave her. That gentleness seemed to encompass everything in the world, unshakable even by her mother's bad temper, and it would powerfully permeate her heart every time they met.

For Lisa, Doreen understood her because she constantly poured warmth into her heart. Although Doreen didn't truly understand her deeply, she gave her the pleasure of being understood and affirmed. Once Doreen bypassed her feigned wariness and entered this state of overflowing warmth, all of Lisa's pride crumbled from the inside out.

"Lisa is a smart child, a capable child. Only someone like Lisa can help me; no other child can."

"...Yes! I'll do my best!"

Thump! Thump!

The initial mixture of fear, disgust, and resistance in her eyes softened into a slightly shy confidence under Doreen's constant warmth. Lisa's eyes remained fixed on the bulge in the black robe, hearing not only Doreen's affirmation and encouragement but also the increasingly loud heartbeat.

When Doreen, who was slowly walking around Lisa, finally stopped, the two were already surrounded by the strong, fishy smell emanating from the black robe. According to Doreen's impromptu explanation, this was called "Holy Joy."

"Come, Lisa, I feel divine grace has descended upon me. I must fulfill my duty as a servant. Please work with me, okay?"

"I understand, Sister Doreen!"

Thump! Thump!

Lisa, who had been acting like a naughty child not long ago, now seemed like Doreen's personal helper, beaming and blushing, confidently being led by Doreen into the confessional. To Lisa, whose mood had changed, Doreen's every word was filled with both authority and tenderness, like a combination of a strict father and a loving mother. The words she couldn't understand were still incomprehensible, and the incomprehensible language was, of course, still incomprehensible. However, since these were all said by the gentle Doreen, they couldn't be wrong—Lisa firmly believed this as she stripped naked in the cramped confessional, facing Doreen's naked body.

Lisa wasn't ignorant of the meaning of nudity, but she also believed that Doreen's request for her to undress was not out of lust; choosing to be naked in the poorly lit confessional was the best proof. On the contrary, she felt too dirty to be so close to the beautiful, gentle older woman, her heart pounding. This blind worship made Lisa rationalize everything about Doreen, including the things Doreen wanted her to do together.

Feeling Doreen's breath, feeling the elusive touch of skin, Lisa was so nervous that her whole body went numb, and her heart raced as she knelt down as Doreen instructed. As Doreen sat down, her legs spreading wide in the darkness, the lingering, pungent stench immediately assaulted Lisa's flushed face.

"It...it stinks, Sister Doreen..."

"Yes, the smell has become very strong. But I'm not worried at all, you know why? Because Lisa is here, and you're here."

Thump! Thump!

The thick smegma, like cheese clinging to the filthy glans, and the intense, pungent odor emanating from it, felt sacred to Lisa under Doreen's gentle words.

—It stinks. It really stinks. My head is starting to spin.

—But someone has to clean Sister Doreen up.

"I'm Sister Doreen's only trusted helper; only I can help her..."

After a period that was less about hesitation and more about mental preparation, whether Lisa was prepared or not, her head was already spinning from wave after wave of the stench. Seeing that Lisa was stunned by the smell of the penis, Doreen bent down and gently stroked her very well-developed, full breasts.

"Ah...!"

The caresses, ostensibly meant to relax, began. Hidden in the darkness, the large, adolescent breasts offered no resistance. From the enormous pink areolas to the small, adorable pink nipples, every part was gently stroked and teased by Doreen's fingertips. Sometimes rubbing repeatedly, sometimes sliding freely, the unpredictable touch quickly made Lisa's sensitive nipples swell.

"Mmm...mmm...ooh...mmm, slurp, slurp!"

Lisa enjoyed Doreen's caresses, her moist lips parting to take in just a little more of the glans. Doreen's penis was incredibly thick, even the glans was ridiculously large; expecting Lisa, still a virgin, to behave like Mrs. Donna was simply too much to ask. To avoid biting Doreen every now and then, the self-aware Lisa only took about half of the glans into her mouth, carefully serving her without making a mistake.

"Chuu! Chuu! Chuu sizzle, chuu! Chuu chuu pfft... cough! cough!"

"Take your time, no rush. You're doing a great job, Lisa."

Thump! Thump!

Encouraged by the thick, foul-smelling smegma, Lisa quickly stopped coughing, swallowing the foul-smelling liquid that filled her mouth, and continued to suck and lick Doreen's glans with her mouth, which was filled with the stench of smegma. As she swallowed the bitter and smelly liquid, Lisa had a vague idea, like the arduous training Doreen had told her stories, or like she was absorbing a part of Doreen's body. Because of her ignorance about sexual intercourse, Lisa could only speculate under very limited conditions, resulting in a beautiful misunderstanding of Doreen's actions. She even offered a vague explanation for oral sex to convince herself.

"Mmm! Mmm! Chirp, chirp, chirp... hiss! hiss! Mmm!"

"Phew... Lisa, you're really amazing..."

Thump! Thump!

Lisa loved Doreen's soft praise, it made her head tingle and her skin become extra sensitive. She loved Doreen's gentle, sometimes firm, caressing of her nipples. She loved swallowing the fishy, viscous fluids amidst Doreen's panting breaths. She loved cleaning Doreen's glans thoroughly. When Doreen's glans stopped smelling so bad, Lisa's inner thighs became moist and smooth, feeling strangely pleasant to the touch.

"Lisa, come on, a little harder...yes, yes...you're so good, you learned it in one go...you're so amazing...how can you be so amazing? Ahh...I'm going to cum!" "

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Ugh, ugh! Chuck! Chuck! Hmm...hmm chuck!"

Thud!

"Lisa, drink it, drink it all...!"

"Hmm...! Hmm...!"

Glug! Glug!

The busty girl, still unaware of the nature of semen, opened her mouth wide before Doreen's throbbing, thick penis, licking the semen ejaculated from the glans down her throat, swallowing every last drop.

Doreen slowly pushed open the confessional door, light streaming into the stinking cubicle. Lisa's blushing face, reeking of semen and with short, curled pubic hair still clinging to her lips, emerged from the darkness. The image of the budding yet tainted girl always made Doreen's penis tremble, coated with the sticky, fishy fluid. The lingering desire that had settled after each time she had induced Lisa to perform oral sex had finally been rekindled—Doreen hadn't dressed as usual, but instead lifted Lisa's chin, whose face was flushed and who seemed to be anticipating more contact with her, revealing a smile so beautiful it intoxicated Lisa.

"Lie down. Rest your arms on the chair."

"Yes…!"

Doreen's voice was no longer gentle, but still sweet. Lisa didn't mind her using simple, easy-to-understand instructions. She followed the instructions, changing from a squatting position to a lying position. After Doreen got up and left the confessional, her heart pounding, she rested her hands on the small wooden chair Doreen had sat on in the darkness.

The warmth was still there.

And Doreen's scent lingered.

Lisa loved the temperature and the smell; it felt like Doreen was holding her. As she unconsciously inhaled the scent of the chair Doreen had sat on, Doreen quietly came up behind her and closed the upper half of the confessional door. Incomplete darkness returned to Lisa, leaving only a pair of peach-like buttocks exposed.

Doreen, her hard penis like an iron rod, thrust behind Lisa's raised buttocks, swallowed hard, and began to pry open the tempting buttocks, further using her thumb to spread open the alluring wetness.

"Hiss…!"

Lisa gasped from the half-covered confessional, offering no questioning or resistance. Even if Lisa were to change her mind halfway through, it would be too late. From the moment Doreen's tone hardened, she decided to stop coaxing this little girl who often needed affection.

All she had to do was obey the call of the Pure Fruit and, reluctantly, transform into a snake—to bite.

"Ugh…!"

Lisa, immersed in innocent pleasure, was jolted awake when Doreen forcefully forced her virginity open with her penis.

—Large.

—Even though her body had never been opened before, she instinctively felt danger and resistance.

—How could something so thick and smelly possibly fit…?

"It hurts…! Sister Doreen…it hurts so much!"

Her well-lubricated but overly tight vagina was gradually stretched open by the huge, pink glans. Lisa's cries rose rapidly, but Doreen didn't utter a single word of comfort. With superior strength, she gripped Lisa's slender waist, causing her alluring, swaying buttocks to fall into her trap. The tip of her penis was already inside her honeypot, the pungent glans pressing against Lisa's cute yet stubborn hymen. The more Lisa swayed her hips, the deeper the penis penetrated, pushing in inch by inch, until finally, with a sharp

"Ouch...!"

—deflowering.

The moment her hymen was torn open, Lisa's pain reached its peak. In reality, the pain wasn't as intense as when she sprained her knee two years ago. However, because her vagina had been sealed shut before, the anxiety and fear of having it stretched open for the first time overwhelmed her mind, amplifying the slight tearing sensation that accompanied the loss of her virginity several times over.

"Eek...!"

Sizzle! Sizzle!

The penis gradually penetrated deeper into her vagina, and stopping shaking her hips now was futile. Feeling the intense pain that had been amplified out of nowhere begin to subside, Lisa gasped, her whole body trembling. Although the penetrated areas were immersed in an unprecedented burning sensation, the heat wasn't as unbearable as boiling water. There was another reason why she was able to turn from resistance to compromise in such a short time: Doreen's caresses.

"Ah...! Ooh...! Ooh...!"

Doreen remained silent, maintaining her cold, domineering aura, but her hands, reaching for Lisa's private parts, were incredibly gentle. She lightly touched Lisa's clitoris, the pink little flesh glistening with lustful fluid, sending waves of pleasure as it was caressed by her equally wet fingertips. The contrast between the caressing actions and attitude intensified the sensations Doreen gave Lisa. This slightly sticky feeling and the clitoral pleasure blended together, creating Lisa's first ever orgasm. At the same time as Lisa climaxed, Doreen's thick penis slowly penetrated to its deepest point into her contracting, wet flesh.

"Haaah...! Haaah...! Ah...! Ah...!"

*Splat! Splat!*

The curve of pain and pleasure crossed goldenly after the clitoral orgasm, and abundant love juice moistened the vagina, which had been forcefully stretched open by the thick penis. As Doreen caressed and penetrated Lisa's vagina, it was no longer just pain, but several different sensations fermenting simultaneously. There was a belated sense of shame at being able to make love. There was a sense of superiority at being one with Doreen. There was a feeling of heat and swelling as the vagina was stretched and manipulated. These sensations, which seemed insignificant individually but were extremely intense when combined, were constantly rising, causing the clitoris and vagina to swell due to the stimulation they received. Although the pain was amplified again, the overwhelming pleasure became even more immense, so immense that Lisa didn't know what to do and could only submit to the rhythm of Doreen's thrusts, letting out shy cries.

"Ugh...! Huff...! Huff...!"

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Lisa's buttocks were slapped loudly by a pair of fair thighs, and her large breasts, hanging in the darkness, swayed back and forth with a slapping sound. Time seemed to freeze inside the church, with only the two people in intercourse rushing towards orgasm amidst the hot sweat and body fragrance. Lisa, experiencing sex for the first time, climaxed again with the thrusting of the penis, her body—especially her entire lower body—was heating up, and her consciousness became a little lightheaded. The intense stimulation of their close contact not only made Lisa gasp for breath in pleasure, but Doreen was also driven to ecstasy by the incredibly tight, sucking vagina during orgasm. Just as the rapidly escalating pleasure was about to break through her limits, Doreen forcefully pulled open the upper half of the confessional door, then pressed her sweat-drenched body against Lisa's hot back, burying herself in a position reminiscent of mating dogs, heading straight for the finish line.

"Ugh...! Ugh...! Ah... Ahh...!"

*Splatter, gurgle, gurgle-plop—*whoosh!*

Amidst Lisa's simple, almost unpleasant, yet incredibly stimulating moans, Doreen, her body throbbing with heat, ejaculated, trembling with pleasure. She maintained this position until all the semen was injected into her tightly contracting vagina, and soon her vagina, still sucking on the penis, became erect again. Only when the semen mixed with her vaginal fluids and flowed out did Lisa slowly react from her unusually wet vagina. But she could do nothing; she couldn't resist, nor did she want to break free. Her body was already adapting to Doreen's rough-shaped penis, and her mind couldn't help but crave more pleasure from it. Lisa lay there in the confessional, her sweat-drenched buttocks raised, allowing Doreen to violate her tight, semen-drenched bud again and again.

No one else came.

No one condemned this behavior.

That day, no matter how many times Doreen held Lisa and fucked her, no one stopped her.

A few days later, neither Lisa's parents nor the village chief showed up. Lisa, the only one to come, was dressed even more beautifully.

—Am I still guilty for doing such a thing and being tacitly approved?

—Then my sin is…

During the rainy season, torrential rain pours down for days on end, as if trying to wash away the secrets hidden in the winding valleys. But, if you go against the rushing mountain stream, holding tightly to the rope tied with a hundred knots, you can reach a place where even the strongest winds and torrential rains cannot topple you.

This place is invincible.

No matter how terrible the thunderstorms are, they at most descend from the dark, heavy clouds.

But the goddess lives above the clouds! She lives the highest in the entire world!

Because of the goddess's protection, the chapel where the nuns resided was invincible—which was why this boy had braved the dangers of a heavy rain to reach the chapel.

"Sister! I'm here!"

"Ann...you've done something dangerous again. Come here, dry yourself off."

"Okay!"

Ander, a boy with a gender-neutral nickname and very delicate features, nodded vigorously and then ran towards the gently smiling Doreen. This wasn't the boy's first offense, so Doreen kept an extra large towel in her bedroom to deal with the little devil who would sneak into the chapel wet at any time.

Full of anticipation, Ann followed Doreen into the room filled with the scent of flowers. In just a few steps, his eyes were glued to the big black buttocks in front of him, unable to look away for even a second. If he visited on a sunny day, he might run into Madame Passo, whose hips were a size larger than Doreen's. But for Ann, Doreen's pert bottom was just the right size, more attractive than the unapproachable Madame.

Whether sunny, cloudy, or rainy, Doreen's body was always filled with the scent of wildflowers picked nearby. Ann didn't particularly enjoy tending the small flower garden his mother instructed him to patrol morning and evening; his nose couldn't distinguish the differences between various flower scents, but Doreen's scent was special—it was "the scent of the nuns." Even if this scent mostly came from flowers picked and given by another nun, it didn't matter.

Avoiding sunny days meant avoiding the big-hipped Madame.

Avoiding gloomy days meant avoiding the flower-giving nun.

Only on days of torrential rain were the nuns his alone.

"Here, this is Xiao An's towel. Look at the name on the seam here—"

This is the invincible little chapel.

"No, it's all soaked. You'll catch a cold if you don't take your clothes off quickly."

There's an invincible nun.

"Turn around, yes, wipe the front too... Ouch... Xiao An's little penis seems especially wet."

So An is invincible too.

"The towel won't get it clean, what should I do? Hey, An, tell me, how can I clean your little penis properly?"

"Ah...uh..."

Words that she only dared to utter when she was invincible were brewing and heating in An's throat, and then she said in one breath—with a hint of fear:

"I want the nun! Uh...I want the nun...that..."

"That—?"

"Put, put your little penis...you know...into..."

"Into—?"

"In the nun's...mouth..."

"Like this—? Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Plop! Plop!"

A sudden wave of pleasure swept through his body from the small, engorged penis being sucked by Doreen. An, his body tingling with pleasure, tilted his head back, closed his eyes tightly, and cried out softly in the rapidly intensifying pleasure:

"Ah…! Sister, Sister…! My little penis feels so good…! So good…!"

The pure, flawless penis bounced and swayed in Doreen's mouth, teased by her tongue. Soon, he couldn't resist anymore, eager to release the pent-up, naive desire that had accumulated since his arrival. In the previous times, An had been able to reach a comfortable climax in the mouth of his favorite sister, Sister Doreen. But since last time, Doreen no longer blows the little penis to ejaculate in one go. Instead, she pushes the sensitive and adorable little guy to the point of climax, then releases her soft, silvery lips, allowing the unstable desire in the little chest to linger.

"Sister...?"

Anne called out pleadingly, her cheeks flushed. The wet, engorged little penis bounced energetically, but couldn't return to the warm, soft mouth as she wished.

Doreen stood up and slowly took off her nun's robe in front of the nervous yet expectant Anne. Ann's eyes involuntarily lingered on Doreen's beautiful face, gradually sliding down to her full, perky breasts, then following the gentle curves downwards, downwards... What met the boy's eyes was a rough, abnormally muscular, and incredibly smelly penis.

"Sister's little penis...!" *

Ping! Ping!*

Seeing this cute and tempting boy staring at her with wide eyes, Doreen's penis involuntarily trembled and hardened, displaying its wildest side. At this moment, Ann didn't understand Doreen's intentions, simply believing that Doreen wanted him to see her little penis, her eyes showing no fear whatsoever.

"Ah...it smells so bad...Sister."

When Doreen pushed this roughly shaped, almost alien-like penis, with a thick layer of smegma accumulated at the half-open foreskin, towards Ann, the blush on Ann's face intensified and widened by the stench, and she couldn't help but slightly avoid the foul-smelling thing.

"Ann, do you know why my penis smells so bad?"

"No..."

"Because, I always make sure to clean Ann's penis thoroughly, so all the dirt ends up on my penis!"

"Huh...? That, that's my fault...?"

Doreen took a step forward, bent down, and hugged the trembling Ann tightly. A thick, hot, pungent penis squeezed against a clean, hairless, phimotic penis. Doreen, out of Ann's sight, raised a long smile.

"Would you like to clean your stinky penis for your older sister?"

"Uh...yes...yes!"

Ann's mind was almost blank, buried in Doreen's sweet cleavage. Although she hesitated for a moment because of the words "stinky penis," her wariness was quickly washed away by the joy of the embrace, and she accepted everything Doreen said.

"But, Ann is a boy. Boys can't eat other people's penises. The goddess will be angry."

"Then what should I do..."

Since her brain was in a state of unconditional obedience, it was only natural to feel anxious about the frustration of not being able to complete the task. At this moment, Doreen's gentle voice came down like a lifeline.

"Then, as long as Xiao An becomes a girl, that's fine!"

"Huh? Become... a girl?"

"Yes!"

Whether it was for the nun or to get the nun to suck his little penis again—An, his face flushed, nodded vigorously, and then changed into the clothes Doreen had prepared for him. A

light green short-sleeved top with ruffles embroidered with pure white flowers.

A simple and cute beige skirt.

A headscarf—no, no headscarf, instead, he would wear his waist-length straight hair, and then braid it into a small ponytail.

"Sister's hair... Ooh."

"Be careful not to crush it. Sister has been growing it for a long time."

"Yes...!"

Actually, it was a donation of hair from a poor family's daughter, which Doreen would use to braid and extend when she was bored. It was just right for a child of Ann's age. However, the scent was similar to her body, so Ann mistakenly thought it was Doreen's hair that she had cut off after growing it out.

With her cute ponytail and dressed in women's clothes, Ann transformed into a pure and pretty little village girl, opening her arms wide and happily twirling in front of Doreen. The innocent charm that she unintentionally exuded completely ignited Doreen's desire. She bent down and hugged Ann, who looked like a little girl, her right hand sliding like a snake under her short skirt, grasping the little penis that had been limp but immediately became erect again after she touched it.

"Now Xiao An is a girl, a girl with a penis just like her sister."

"Mmm! I'm like my sister... Hah!"

Glug, glug.

"No, girls need to be softer. Xiao An needs to use 'I' (人). Come on, say it again."

"Yes... I... I... Uh-huh!"

Sizzle, sizzle.

"I... am like my sister... Uh-huh!"

Sizzle, sizzle.

"I have a little penis...! A girl with a little penis...! Hah-ah...!"

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle-plop!

Just as the gently stroking little penis was about to ejaculate, Doreen stopped in time, pressed her thumb against the moist and smooth foreskin opening, and only heard a large amount of prostatic fluid squeezed out of the urethra with a "plop" sound, without seeing a single drop of semen shoot out. Just as the ecstasy of ejaculation was about to begin, Ann was abruptly brought to the halt, her expression a mixture of frustration and bewilderment. Her large, watery eyes gazed at Doreen with a mixture of anticipation and confusion, her small, throbbing penis trembling as she tried to radiate heat.

"Sister...you're so mean..."

Ann's coquettish voice directly stimulated Doreen's penis, which was already unbearably hard against Ann's massive erection, now burning with intense heat. Doreen, suppressing her overwhelming desire one last time, her face as red as the boy she had teased, sent a snake-like whisper into Doreen's bright red ears:

"Sister wants to be even meaner to Ann!"

"Even...even meaner...?"

The small penis clenched tightly in her palm trembled violently.

"Let's use my cock to turn An into a real girl!"

"A real... girl..."

His whole body trembled.

"But before that—"

Doreen said, then took An's hand and led him to the bedside, gently pulling him onto the bed. An, his heart pounding, had just settled into the soft pillow when Doreen turned over and straddled him, her huge, pungent cock slowly descending.

"Sister... ah!"

Doreen took the violently trembling cock back into her mouth, and An had no chance to resist. Amidst a wave of tingling pleasure spreading from his crotch, he parted his lips and let the filthy cock press against his mouth.

Having never performed oral sex before, Ann knew nothing, but his little brain still remembered the pleasure of being sucked and licked by the nun. However, even trying to imitate her, due to the vast difference in size between their penises, Ann couldn't even manage to put that stinky glans in his mouth, let alone perform the actions he remembered.

Even so, Ann still tried his best to please his nun. Now his little penis was in her warm, wet mouth, and if he just tried a little harder and made the nun feel comfortable, his little penis could be eaten by the nun—with this motivation, Ann began to lick that dirty, smegma-covered glans.

Doreen didn't actually want the clueless Anne to lick it clean like Lisa; it was purely a formality, fulfilling the foreplay requirement. The reason she was on top of Anne, lowering her head to suck the lively little penis, was simply to provide motivation, to give Anne the courage to please her. This interaction wasn't about the process, but rather its symbolic meaning; an imperfect ending was itself a kind of perfection. Doreen didn't care about Anne's technique or how much pleasure she felt; as long as Anne was satisfied, she would move on to the next step.

"Sister... I licked your stinky cock, can you lick my little cock too...?"

"Yes, sister will lick cute little An, and will lick it for you so well, so well."

"Then hurry up...!" The

thick, half-naked glans of his penis was only licked by his small tongue near the meatus, which was already An's limit, but his efforts did not make Doreen's mouth retract. Doreen maintained her position on An, pressing her huge, honeyed buttocks tightly against An's cheeks, rubbing her expectant little face from side to side.

"Before that—" An,

panting with excitement from being rubbed against the sacred big butt, his little penis hardening again and again, then obediently followed Doreen's instructions to take off his clothes, lie face down on the bed, and stick out his shiny little buttocks. Doreen gently blew on An's erect little penis.

"Hiss...!"

The tight, flawless little anus opened and closed with a soft sound, immediately attracting the white but incredibly violent, smelly, huge penis. The moment the hot, lubricated glans knocked on the door, Doreen was extremely excited.

"Sister, Sister...?"

This brat chose to come over on a stormy day, he just wanted to be alone.

"Um...why did you have to press it there...?"

No one will bother you, it was the brat's own choice.

"Ugh...!"

And she even used such an alluring little butt to seduce the clergy—she can't be left unpunished!

"Ouch...! It hurts...! Sister Sister...! My butt hurts so much...!"

Glug, slurp, slurp!

The bulging, muscular penis, glistening with lubricant, fiercely slammed open Ann's little anus. Even though Ann, her face flushed red, clung to the pillow and cried out repeatedly, her buttocks shrinking forward, Doreen still raised her thick penis and followed up, pressing her entire body against Ann from behind. Just as the two sweet, large breasts that made Ann slightly dazed were clamping down on him, his anus was opened from the outside in for the first time. As soon as it opened, the hot glans rubbed back and forth, giving him unexpected stimulation.

"Ugh...! No, no more...! Sister nun, I don't want it anymore...!"

These words, which he would usually blurt out after being blown to the point of ejaculation, were not only delayed much today, but were also said at the moment when his anus was about to be opened, making Doreen feel particularly itchy inside. She suppressed the urge to fuck this little asshole all at once, and used her sweaty breasts to pull the panicked, almost crying An into her cleavage. With their bodies pressed tightly together, she gently scolded her:

"An is a girl, right? Didn't I tell you that girls should be gentler?"

In the heat of the moment, An, whose mind was quick, realized what was happening and hurriedly changed her words:

"I don't want it anymore...! I really don't want it anymore...! Sister Sister... ah, ahhh!"

Plop! Plop! Glug glug—

the hot and slippery anus from repeated rubbing, the lubricant mixed with thick smegma spread across the anus and then gradually penetrated deeper into the anal canal with the movement of the glans. As the entire glans almost disappeared into her anus, Ann's anal sphincter was gradually forced wider and wider by the impact of the pink glans.

"It hurts...it's so hot! My butt is so hot...! Sister nun...! Sister nun...!"

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Glug!

The anal sphincter, which would only slightly open when using the toilet, had expanded to an unprecedented degree under the impact of Doreen's glans. Even though this size wasn't enough for the entire penis to pass through, it was enough to give Ann an extreme sense of shame that "her butt has been opened by the sister nun." His little brain couldn't process the burning sensation yet; he hadn't even developed any sexual awareness. He was simply afraid of the pain of dilation and ashamed of having his buttocks spread open by his beloved older sister. But Doreen could sense that this innocent emotion was about to blossom and bear fruit, and her vigorous, thick penis was the key to transformation.

"Hoo...! Hoo...! Glug...!"

Glug, chug, chup chup—!

When Anlian's strength to beg for mercy was completely exhausted, leaving only the strength to groan, his anal sphincter, constantly being rubbed and pounded by the enormous glans, had also dilated to its limit. The bulging, engorged penis, like a giant python entering a cave, plunged into the wide-open anus, piercing through the hot, sore anal sphincter, filling Ann's rectum completely.

"Ugh... Ah...!"

Thud! Thud! Plop—!

Feeling the pulsation of the huge penis deep inside his anus, and vaguely experiencing a strange premonition, Ann ejaculated immediately after his foreskin-covered penis had powerfully erected. Strangely, this time he didn't cool down quickly after ejaculation and feel resistance towards Doreen; instead, he retained the excitement he felt before ejaculation—although this emotion was mixed up by the huge penis invading his rear, Ann still longed to be brought to ejaculation by his nun sister again.

Their sweat-soaked bodies slowly separated, a cool breeze brushing against their slender, bare backs. The heavy ponytail, soaked with sweat from her breasts, began to sway with each intermittent, mournful cry.

"Ugh...! Ah...! Ugh...! Ahh...!"

*Splat! Splat!*

With the mature and alluring nun's enormous, stinky penis thrusting into his anus, An, filled with burning desire, couldn't even describe his feelings; his mind was completely incapable of thought. He instinctively felt that all he had left was his buttocks, the buttocks repeatedly rubbed by the nun's stinky penis—that was everything. An was now simply a "thing" for the stinky penis—or, as Doreen put it, a "masturbation sleeve."

"Little An's asshole is so tight! It's sucking on my cock like a squelch!"

"Ugh...!"

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

The thick penis only moved a centimeter or two, and An, whose anus was perfectly aligned with the shaft, felt a hot and tingling sensation. If the movements were continuous, her little asshole would reflexively tighten and wrap around this excessively large penis. Of course, no matter how tight An's anus was, it couldn't stop Doreen's penis. Doreen, pretending to be squeezed by the little asshole and making a soft cry, broke free from the seemingly insignificant restraint after tasting this sensation, grabbed An's little buttocks, and began a series of vigorous thrusts.

"Haaah...! Haaah...! Xiao An's asshole is so tight, so hot! So comfortable...!"

"Eeeeeee...! So hot... It hurts! Sister nun...! Ah...! Ahh...!" Splat!

Splat! Splat! Splat!

The brief recovery of her language ability lasted less than three seconds before Doreen's thick cock pounded her back into the human instrument, only able to utter beautiful moans. An's mind once again plunged into a thick blank. Rather than being unable to think due to numerous obstacles, this time it was closer to giving up the possibility of thinking altogether. After all, just dealing with her anus being frantically thrust into by a thick cock had already pushed her to her limit.

"Hoo! Hoo-ha! Little An is such a naughty boy! He always tempts his sister with such a great ass... He must be punished properly!"

"Waaah...! Waaah...! Ah... Ah waaah...!"

Slap, slap, slap—sizzle! Glug! Glug glug!

The little penis that had gone limp quickly became erect again in Doreen's warm, wet palm, and the huge thing in his anus kept rubbing back and forth, making An, whose thoughts were hard to process, not know whether his penis felt good or his butt hurt. Lacking experience, he couldn't blend the two completely different sensations well, and could only wail at the hot and numb little butt at the same time moan because his penis felt so good. Gradually, An's body adapted to and blended the two intertwined sensations, causing him to unconsciously develop a unified pleasure of pain and joy.

"Little An! Huff, huff! Is your sister's penis comfortable? Hey, is your sister's penis comfortable?"

Splat! Plump! Splat! Splat—Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp chirp! Chirp chirp!

"Ooh...! Ah...! Ah...! So...comfortable... Ooh! Sister Sister...! My penis feels so good...!"

The sensations had been completely aroused, and at this point, it didn't matter if he was talking to a duck. Doreen gripped the throbbing, foreskin-covered penis tightly in her fluid-slicked palm, continuing to sway her hips while accelerating the stimulation of the barely restrained little cock.

"Sister Sister...! Sister Sister...! Ahhhhh...!"

*Sizzle sizzle! Sizzle sizzle! Sizzle sizzle sizzle—

perhaps it was too quick after the second erection, the foreskin-covered penis, still red and swollen, reached climax with a rising moan, but no semen was released. But that didn't matter at all—because Doreen's penis was now tightly gripped by her tight little anus!

"Little An is so good...! Little An is so good...! Haa...! Haa...! I... I came... Hmph!"

*Slap slap slap! Sizzle sizzle sizzle—swoosh!* *Pfft! * "

Eek! E ...

"Little An, you're the best... Hehehe!" "

Ugh..."

Glug! Sizzle! Sizzle-s ... "Even if I am not punished, am I still guilty? " "Having done such a thing and been condoned, am I still guilty?" "Then my sin is the karma of others. " "Is the Lord listening? Is the Lord watching? " "When will the confessions offered day and night be judged?" "Or… 'My sin—is it also God's arrangement?'" On a night when the storm had subsided, Doreen's prayers echoed softly in the confessional, now lit again. From the shadows on the left, Mrs. Donna, heavily pregnant and naked, gracefully emerged. "My sin—is it also God's arrangement?" This time, the shadows on the right stirred with unease. Lisa, also heavily pregnant and still possessing a beautiful figure, stepped out shyly. Doreen, wearing only a white tank top and holding a statue of a goddess, rose. Donna and Lisa, both pregnant, immediately stepped forward, clutching their bellies, and knelt cautiously before Doreen. Their faces, each carrying different emotions, merged before the filthy penis. Whether married or young, they all raised honeyed, lewd lips, offering sweet lip prints to the hot, pungent glans. The two women, one holding their own bellies and the other resting on Doreen's thighs, began to clean the thick layer of filth from the glans with their lips and tongues. As the two moved, another petite figure with a cute little ponytail appeared between Doreen's slightly parted thighs. Unlike Donna and Lisa, the figure wasn't heavily pregnant, which was understandable. Although her made-up face made her look like a girl, her flat breasts and small, cute penis retained a touch of masculinity. One person was responsible for the glans, another for the shaft, and the third for the testicles. After a series of kisses and tongue movements, Doreen's penis was covered from top to bottom with golden, honey-like lip prints. Finally, the three men took turns sucking on the cleaned, white, massive penis, their lips glistening with a series of sucking sounds as Doreen whispered her prayers. They continued until their lips were completely smeared with saliva, each seemingly competing to see who could blow the best lipstick. The varying shades of lip prints circled the front half of the penis; the older men sucked deeper, their expressions more ferocious. Even with her eyes closed and focused on prayer, the different tones of their blows wove in Doreen's mind three distorted faces, each desperately sucking the massive penis. "Pfft! Pfft! Mmm! Mmm! Hiss! Pfft! Pfft, pfft...!" After becoming pregnant, Mrs. Donna's libido surged more fiercely than anyone else's. Even simple oral sex would turn into a grotesque, octopus-like mouth with sunken cheeks and drooping eyes. In this competitive situation, she would also add the appearance of snot running down her face and her face covered in sweat, ruining her makeup. "Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft... Ugh, ugh!" Lisa, a girl who hadn't made much progress in her sexual skills, wanted to surpass Mrs. Donna's position in Doreen's heart, but she could only rely on brute force to do it. Her oral sex face was almost identical to the lady's, but her eyes rolled back even whiter, almost completely white. Each time she took a deep breath until she vomited, the bloodshot eyes would increase. "Hiss! Hiss plop! Ooh, ooh! Ooh! Ooh poh poh poh…!" After being stained with Doreen's colors, Ann became more active than his older aunt, and his skills surpassed those of his older sister. His cherry-like lips were better suited to a skillful licking contest than sucking. That face, which Doreen had described as delicate and cute, always transformed into a wanton expression with a wet, disheveled wig and flushed cheeks during passionate licking. "...Heh!" -- Plop! The relay race reached its end just as the sweetness on the lips of the three had completely faded. The incredibly hard, thick penis pressed down rapidly, then forcefully ejaculated towards the goddess statue, now warm from Doreen's breasts. "Whoosh..." The goddess statue, covered in hot semen, would also guard the village chapel tonight, bearing the strong, pungent stench of the moment, marking the new life about to be born with a blessing. "The prayer is over." Doreen's penis engorged again in the candlelight, her testicles, reeking of semen, swelled powerfully, like a scorching hot iron clamped with pliers. "Then, shall we begin?" (End)

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